15:00, March 16, 1972

Charles Jencks said that the the second in which the demolition charges went off in the first Pruitt Igoe housing complex marked the end of the modernist era, and the beginning of the Postmodern era.

Now in our living room.

amazing what they can do these days

Punk and Punishment

Probably the only time one can own a microsoft product and be considered anti establishment, anti corporations and trends is when one owns a ZUNE. a few days ago i saw this punk, in the subway, wearing a punk jeans vest with patches and a punk haircut, pull out his zune to change the song. this is a strange statement that looks all the yuppy, hipsters, cool clean cut dead tech chick, wealthy, rich wanna be's and so many others conformists that own and Ipod, or any other apple thing and says - hey i am special, i am different. ever notice how they all look like that silhouette of the then cool Ipod poster? only now they are not cool, the product stinks and symbolizes more then anything the grasp of the corporations on the people, yes every lefty and almost anyone else thinks having an Ipod is cool. i am working on a laptop right now, a used one. is weight less then 1.2 Kilos (about 2.2 LBS) its as powerfull as the latests macbook air, but has no connection limitations, and best of all it will leave you with change from 100$... farmers should sells apples, and all the rest of us, well we should try hard not to conform.

Concepts in Modern Architecture

 Swampscott MA 2011

Road 4 2008 

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Trevor Powers and Me.

My tripod and Trevors tripod.
Trevors is aluminum with 3 sections, mine is a Gitzo made of Basalt fiber with 4 sections.
Trevors head is Bogen\Manfrotto 3047, so is mine.
Trevors head's safety latch is broken, so is mine.
Trevors tripod looks like it has seen a ton of action, mine dosent.

The real deal

Once there was something real.

On rye

all the things i wish i had and cant have are around me lately. i want to have all those things i dont have and cant have along side all the things i do have. not having all those things make me think less of the things i do have i relation to all those things i "could have had if only (fill in your favorite reason)". in a way i guess i have always felt this way, even when i knew what i have is what i want and i was happy about it and where i am now is in part a direct result of my awareness of this issue. at the end of each one of these posts i get a flashback of the "i know why i did what i did and why i am where i am, and i am absolutely OK with it and would do it again if i needed to", the reason always being, "i dident want to sleep in a tent any more", and in fact i still dont want to sleep in a tent.

White cat, Black cat (a tribute to Oliviero Toscani)

Calibrate

this burst of energy to write and photograph has a price. all the rest of the things i should be doing are not getting done and i feel very little inclined to deal with them, so there it is. there two piles of stuff in life are overflowing but they only swap places in the to do list of action priority items. as soon as i clear one pile from my desk i will find that i only created another pile somewhere else, and that a new pile altogether has grown in another place, repeat. though it is nice to be photographing again. even if it is only one picture a day.

American Prospects #4

There is a cold that is so cold, the air is frozen, and nothing works. the machinery fails. the tools to fix the machines dont work  wither, and even if they could work the finger dexterity needed to operate them would be non existent. in this level of coldness you can see through the limits of technology. all those manuals of electric boards that limit the operating temperatures to a range between -10 and 50 degrees C suddenly have meaning. the steel shrinks and buckles under the strain of the pressure caused by the cold, otherwise flexible nylon materials loose their elasticity, electronic circuits loose their conductivity.
technology has a limit. the cold that is cold enough to stop everything can be even colder.

epilogue

04/07

08/06

An APC in the dumpster, two young girls walk around town with bullet proof vests and a syringe.
it is time to clean up the mess.

SuperBowl XLV (45) GreenBay packers win, again

As far back as i can remember, my was telling me about the Icebowl of 1967, when he and my mom lived in boston and were witnesses to the coldest football game ever played, a game that later went on to be one of the most important football games ever. poeple like vince lombardy, and bart starr were there all made the hall of fame. the game was also aired in its most complete preserved version before the 2007 superbowl, a tribute to another very very cold game. all the stuff my dad said were real and true, the crazy cold, the frozen coffe of the presenters, the injuries. but the most important thing was that he loved the Greenbay packers. he loved them mostly because they were and are the last team in the NFL to be a publicly owned non profit team, linked to a small town in Wisconsin, where at some point he wanted me to become a rabbi and lead a reform congregation into making me wealthy. later Wisconsin turned in to Minnesota (after i learned about the nuclear stockpiles there i am glad that dident happen, though i guess with MAD its not all the detrimental).
but the greenbay packers, remained the greenbay packers, from a small town, and his passion for them, grew on me as well. sure i live in boston and was happy to see the Pats in the super bowl last time and sad to not see them now, but this all dwarfs to the joy i have seeing this truly American concept team win the superbowl for the fourth time in the NFL history. this adds to makes it the team with the most football championships of any NFL team past or present.
the fact that the small town, publicly owned team wins, goes along with the hey market protesters, the birth of labor unions and workers rights bills. they were all born here. this win does not give me any more hope for change or belief that the state of american existence in the age of late capitalism will ever change (a 30 second commercial slot on tonights game cost more then 3 million dollars, and they were all sold out 6 months ago...) but is in a way a comforting to know that somewhere someone has got it right.
this year, the 45th superbowl game and championship goes once again to the small town in Wisconsin, and i can go to sleep with a smile on my face.

an explanation long over due

One shot

snow related injuries.