A Hard Luck Story - New Year’s Day

I’ve for the most part avoided ever saying anything self-referential on tumblr. I was originally drawn to the idea of a clean disconnect—just the works of others I appreciated.
But I’m going to break the 4th wall for a second: I work for a magazine and since I’m in the middle of a deadline I haven’t been able to and won’t be able to spend hardly any time sifting through everyone else’s posts for a while, which is a bummer. It also looks like I’m not going to make it down to Dallas this weekend to see Dead To Me, Banner Pilot, and Off With Their Heads—which is a major bummer.
But I did get to see Destroy Nate Allen and Hard Girls a couple nights ago. Hard Girls played “Quinceañara” by my request and I didn’t stop smiling all night.
I’ve recently contributed a couple pieces to my buddy’s zine: (OBzine #1 & OBzine #2)
While I’m at it, I’m going to follow this up with one of my old Arkansas photographs and a song from one of my old bands.
If I don’t ever break down and get personal again, let me say that I’ve had a good time stumbling across you all, with your keen eyes and your similar ears. Take care.
the Measure [sa] - Autonomously

Adrian Kalaiziovski’s “i havn’t seen such a beautiful bubble since i was a child…”
Rumspringer - Nothing Left but Stale Beer

Chris Jordan’s Midway: Message from the Gyre
“These photographs of albatross chicks were made just a few weeks ago on Midway Atoll, a tiny stretch of sand and coral near the middle of the North Pacific. The nesting babies are fed bellies-full of plastic by their parents, who soar out over the vast polluted ocean collecting what looks to them like food to bring back to their young. On this diet of human trash, every year tens of thousands of albatross chicks die on Midway from starvation, toxicity, and choking.
To document this phenomenon as faithfully as possible, not a single piece of plastic in any of these photographs was moved, placed, manipulated, arranged, or altered in any way. These images depict the actual stomach contents of baby birds in one of the world’s most remote marine sanctuaries, more than 2000 miles from the nearest continent.”
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