Escape from North Dakota Part the Second: Fireworks!
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Escape From North Dakota: Part The First
Sarah took me to her home in North Dakota. My body rejected the transplant immediately with an overwhelming display of histamine force: my nose ran continuously for 36 hours. My eyes are still a bit itchy.
However, I did manage to have a lot of fun. For instance, I contracted the avian bird SARS flu:
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A Closer Look
I brought out my long lens to get a closer look at the pieces of bridge that they are collecting near campus.
Oops!
I was so excited by the discovery of Alec Soth’s blog that I neglected to notice that I had misheard his name. Apparently there is no “x” in it anywhere. He (or his agents) even visited this site three times and I had the wrong name twice. Don’t I feel dumb.
So Angry
I got a call from a financial aid advisor
“So and so said that you wanted me to call her.”
“Yeah, I had a question for her — I think that I asked her to call me back, not you.”
“She asked that I call you back because last time you became… agitated.”
“Oh, I become agitated whenever I talk to anyone from Onestop or financial aid.”
“Uh, did you have a question that you wanted answered?”
“No, it’s been like a month, and I forget now.”
It HAS been a month. Really, I should just randomly call every day to spew invectives at Onestop, the financial aid office, and the office of the president. All I want is timely and correct information about classes, financial aid, and how I can continue to attend the University. I don’t think that’s too much to ask.
Arts 3703 Final Project: “A Sense of Place”
This was the assignment with which I had the most trouble, but the problems were almost entirely conceptual. I either had ideas too large for three weeks of shooting or they refused to jell. If you’re interested you could ask, but most people would rather hear dick jokes from me.
This project covers the streets that I travel every day. My new neighborhood is the dangerous and urban Minneapolis I’d wanted when I moved to Minnesota from Iowa almost twenty years ago. This concrete landscape is a home on another planet. Will these sights survive the encroaching gentrification upon whose wave I am riding?
Baby With A Beer
I think that this photo is self explanatory:
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Product Photography
Somehow I became a semi-professional photographer. I’ve shot a handful of weddings, as well as events and products for work. I wish that I would have had my 20D a year ago. Anyway, you can find bits and pieces of my photography in the various places that we advertise on campus.
Observe pizza:
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I had a birthday!
Contrary to the opinion of my father, my birthday was the 14th of August. Oh, the estrangement is not over you bastard, it ain’t over.
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