Artkrush did an artickle on photoblogging this week. Apparently most people just put up one or two little photos a day. Who knew? Guess I’ve been working too hard. Well it’s friday and I forgot to bring my camera to the studio and it has a weird spot on it… maybe on a lens inside? Anyone got a clue what I do now? It really shows up when I zoom in… depressing… so I’m keeping it short today in honor of…. well everyone else I guess…. but then, maybe not.
Also it’s the dog days of summer and the gardens are in bloom and it strikes me that the blog needs some cheering up. Also: Alex Itin, Alex Itin, Alex Itin, Alex Itin, Alex Itin. That’s so maybe if someone Googles me, this blog will show up. I should probably write: luscious tits, or wicked wet vaginas as more people are likely to google those things than my name, but… hey I just did.
Course then I walked the dog… and well I cant help myslef…
Speaking of blogging and all… doesn’t this say something about the state of literature, or at least its tools. Hard not to be notstalgic for the tap tap tap of a typewriter. I like to think this one typed only love letters and flowers… since its been smashed up, it only types flowers.
