a Guest blog By Lux Lisbon (lust)

photojurnalism. what would 10 million mega pixels do for you right now? hold your hand hen your cold? answer a question when your ready to give up? help you make dinne? probebly not. it would just make your back ache more.

rear ashelon

the blog is the end of the day. it should be the middle.

abrations

the seventh son of a seventh son, the seventh sin, the seventh seal, the seven years, the fat and the lean, the seven G's, the seventh day, the seven dwarfs, seven seasons of star trek, DS9 TNG and Voyager. tommrow happebs to be the seventh episode of the seventh season of ER (thanx to shulman).

no one reads this shit.

shortage

regulated bread loafs production has been suspended due the rise in wheat flower costs, and the refusal of the goverment to adjust subsiduries accordingly.

there have been no riots as of yet. its a good thing all the new age telaviv style

"i think i am in new york (in a parisian cafe)" chick patisries are still open for bussiness, and why shouldent they when poeple are delighted to pay 40 shekels (plus 2 for securety - not the kind you get from a bank or note company, but more like the kind you get when you ask somone "are you sure..." before he fucks you in the ass wiht a 12 inch dildo) for a slice of mass production plastic cakes, as long as they are titled "gormet" in the menu, and then think they have made the deal of their lives, just before the price goes up once more. as long as we all feel safe. and god bless america.

surplus value

it was the last time. the clock rang at 9. at 9:30 i dozed off thiniking about constrction, and suddenly it came to me that i need to clear out the shit in my locker before its too late, and izak will pour it all out in to a garbage bag and dump it behind the biulding at the end of the day. at 9:40 i was there twisting the combination lock, wonderig what i had left there for the past 4 years. nothing oh verry exiting, and i guess most of the stuff is handmedowns from past graduates. just like the 40X60 color crystal fuji paper that had been verry verry pink when i got it 4 years ago, is still lining the inside of the bottom droawr in the metal dorawrs case contatiner. the 20X24 AGFA RC pack that was probebly more then 8 years old and i had used once was still there. the stolen packs of FP4 were all there, as were the tanks, none of wich were mine, the 30 or so minidiscs that had accompanied me in the many late night and early morning sessions, the metallica verry black album, the black sabbath recordings, the redheads, the metal, 70s' and 80s' mixes, justice, master and a few others. oh and dont forget the top hat carriers + rami fortis plonter. a new police mans uniform and a cap, my faithfull manfrotto box and 75mm fujinon enlarger lens. a bounch of empty 4X5 boxes and a few color test pirnts. thats it. thats sums up my 4 years in school. a glorius and elustrios lab career, that would have or should have been done or not done otherwise. where are the times the colenta stalled, the minilab beeped and water was dripping... by 10:20 i was at work after having dropped off all the stuff at home. later i started my new carrer as an underwear model.

sophie calle

yesterday i made new decision for life. i have decided not to chew on my fingernails any more. this years resulutions have to be written, on litte pieces of paper, left in the central bus station and read by complete starngers. and also, LAST NIGHT NO BLOG.

a trucker

i think that you pushed me in. and you are so small and light that i need otbe cerfull not to sweep you away when i move arownd. and then i let loose, throught the narrow opening you left, and with having to use force i ran you over. i hate this.i thought that maybe i should write this longer. my BW dream is getting away from me for no good reason. i guess when we brawl like this it means somthing. i think it make things have am meaning.