Almost noon, and it’s been boiling since 8am. What happened to the temperature in Portland? This is not the Oregon I know of in dreams.
Sweltering summer afternoon. Finished postcard design for upcoming photographic exhibit. Formatting fiction book later tonight. #portlandlit
After tonight, spending the next two days on book artwork. Despite the disgusting idea of heat/summer, it feels good today. #portlandlit
Time is never on somebody’s side.
I think I finished my book tonight. #portlandlit
10:23am. Impromptu early shoot with Lee and Clint. Now, drinking Pabst and Gatorade on ice. Dusting photographs before editing stories.
Within the span of 1/2 an hour, in my office sorting through negatives, I killed two spiders and a silverfish. Oregon summers are eerie.
With the missing cash from the display case fund returned after the private investigator left us alone, we ordered food and settled in.
I stood behind the band manager at the dance and watched as he haggled with the high school principal about the night’s pay.
Standing in the foyer of my house for almost two whole minutes, completely unable to remember what day it is. Too little alcohol today.
Distress, and the whales we could see from the edge of the park line, and the hurt we had.
6:06am. Finished weeding through half of September’s show’s negatives to print tomorrow. I think it’s going to be a pretty exhibition.
4:20am. Dusting photographs, listening to Smoking Popes and BradLeo & The Heartstoppers. Need to be out of the house by 8:30am. Tired.
5:46am. Almost ready for bed. Still need to dust a considerable amount of photographs first. Listening to Smoking Popes’ first live record.
2:46am. Dusting photographs, drinking a pint can of Pabst with the fan on and a bed full of clean laundry. Listening to Dear Leader.
Where there is half of nothing there is a way to make it all of nothing.
Dusting photographs, drinking soda pop in a glass with ice, listening to Dear Leader. Feeling apprehensive and pressed for time lately.
Tonight while brushing my teeth, I counted 9 baby spiders dropped down on webs in front of my face. I wonder how many ended up in my hair.
Corpse On Pumpkin listed as a featured photographer on this website in Spain - http://www.visualtalcual.com - #pdxpics
7:44am. Time for bed. I hope there’s free drinks in my dreams.
6:11am. Finished re-scanning/saving what was lost earlier. Having to do it twice in a row made me tidy and expeditious. Hell/hooray.
3:47am. Still saving undusted photographs I started scanning at midnight. Slow going. Listening to yet another live Smoking Popes record.
4:10am. Computer crashed; just lost 70% of unsaved work and several hours of time. No beer left either. These are the days of our lives.
I was, frankly, quite surprised to find my attorney Kevin Aimes on the stoop outside my house tonight, waiting for me. He’s so spontaneous.
Afterward, in the foyer of hotel, there were people crumpled up at the benches and below the benches, shivering and sick.
Tonight in Portland. CORPSE ON PUMPKIN presents Amanda Boekhout at Opposable Thumb Gallery + Cafe. Nude oils: http://www.elliottelephant.com