man oh man, it has been raining like nobody's business here. i almost don't know how to cope. i'm not saying that the rain is too much for me. it's not. it has merely been more abundant lately than i am accustomed to. i was at wellesley on wednesday evening, and there was some serious thunder happening right over my head. it's not everyday that we get thunder that serious. if i were a dog, i would have been cowering in the corner. i am not a dog. instead of cowering, i was taking pictures of myself in a stairwell. i'd like to see a dog do that. i don't think the dog would waste his time with such trifles if he could. i'm sure he would be content chasing things and licking his balls. unfortunately, that's not enough for me. i'm on a mission to ensure that everyone in the world has seen a picture of me. that's not true. there is no mission, but it would be cool if more people saw the fruits of my labors. it would be even cooler if people sought out my fruits. just to be clear, when i say fruits, i mean my photographs.
now if only they would show my work in my own freaking town. during the past 12 months i've shown work in pittsburgh, pa; lexington, ky; new york, ny; miami, fl; brattleboro, vt; providence, ri; poughkeepsie, ny; and a few other places that i can't recall right now. during the past two months i was rejected from two juried shows in boston. that does not feel good. granted, thirteen months ago (not 12), i was in the lovely prc members show in boston. that was a good one. it was particularly good because i could invite friends to go to the opening. going to an art opening is kind of like going to see your friend's band, but instead of loud rock there are photographs and it's much earlier in the evening. also, your ears don't ring at the end of the night, and you get to eat cheese and snacks. since i'm about to move my ass over an ocean, i kind of hoped that i could get that kind of photo love from this place i've called home for the past 12 years. that's not going to happen. it's sad, but here's to a fresh start (glasses klink). boston, soon you won't have jim turbert to kick around anymore. fuckers.
hi. if you have nothing to do tonight, you should go to brattleboro. i'll be there talking about my pictures. others will be there talking about their work. i realize this is short notice, but my mind has been elsewhere, so i'm not really at the top of my game.
anyway, here's the link to tonight's event >>> click me!!!
i recently sold a bunch of stuff on ebay, and one of the buyers posted the feedback, "There are better sellers on ebay!" i wasn't sure how to interpret that. better than whom? me? it was positive feedback, but i couldn't tell if he insinuating that my selling could have been better? i choose to think that he's suggesting that i am one of the better sellers on ebay. there is an exclamation point after the sentence that indicates urgency or loud insistence. but maybe i'm wrong. maybe he feels strongly about the fact that there are some better ebayers out there than me. maybe i did (or didn't do) something that he expects from an ebay seller. it was an unremarkable transaction. i posted it, he bid on it, i sent him an invoice, he paid. that's a smooth transaction if i ever had one, and i'm sure i'm reading too much into this. i just thought it was weird feedback.
besides wanting to get an iphone, i've been grappling with a huge list of other shit that i want to deal with. i need to shoot off some film. lots of film. marleen isn't around to help me with special picture time, so that makes things a bit more difficult. i can do it by myself, but large format self-portraits go a lot smoother with some assistance. there's other stuff too. i'm a little overwhelmed.
in preparation for the big pittsburgh photo show coming up later this month, i went out to worcester to preview my prints. they look good. if it weren't weird, i'd hang all of them up in my house, but it would be weird, so i'm not going to do it. my point is that they look sweet, and i totally want to hang them up.
i rode the motorcycle out to worcester. i don't usually do a lot of highway riding. riding from wellesley to worcester shouldn't be a big deal, but when i got off the bike, my hands were all vibratey, and i felt like i had been at a rock concert all night. i'm not sure if it's the noise from the high revving bike engine or the constant white noise of air rushing over my helmet, but my ears were ringing. they still kind of are. i've been contemplating longer rides recently. i want to ride down to hometown, connecticut to say my goodbyes to some people, and also to get some paperwork done in hartford (i need original birth certificates). i'm not sure if i can handle the intensity of a 2.5 hour ride from boston to winsted on the triumph. it's a sweet ride (i'll post a picture or two someday), but the thing is shakey, and as i mentioned before, it's not the most reliable bike on the block. it had the weird pissing gasoline problem again this afternoon. fortunately, i knew how to deal with it this time, so i didn't have to push the bike home from worcester. that would have been bad.
that's all i've got for you now. i need to go get some cat food for young b. she is going to be pumped to see me.
i'd just like to let everyone in the world know that they should not walk around with blue tooth cell phone headsets stuck in their ears. it's okay if you are in the car or at your desk while you are multi-tasking. it is NOT OKAY when you are out in the world playing with your kids and stuff. you are not geordi from star trek the next generation or one of those guys from cloud city. also, you are not cool. you look like a douche. seriously, only wear those things when you have to. i'm trying to help you.
happy birthday america. fireworks should be starting soon. we're having a barbecue tomorrow. if you happen to be in or near boston and feel like coming over, that would be fine. you should call me if you know my number, or you should e-mail me. i check e-mail rather frequently. i had a dream last night that i was on vacation with sarah and andrew. i don't remember much about the dream, but i think i was offering technical assistance to people. when i was a waiter, i sometimes had waiter dreams. i did not like that. i think this was the first technical assistance dream i've ever had. i could have had one before, but i don't remember. i forget my dreams a lot. at any rate, i woke up late, and i thought marleen was still in bed with me. i was wrong. she was doing other stuff, and i was all alone. i scanned some film today. i need to reshoot. i hate reshooting, but i do it all the freaking time. if you are reading this blog, i assume that you've looked at my pictures before. if you have not, i suggest that you look at the pictures before you read any further... okay, now that you've seen my pictures, there's one that i call dr. yale. i'm dressed up in a blue robe in a fancy looking library room. i took that picture 3 times. the blue truck one was two times. the first time i shot, i got all kinds of crazy lens flare. i was pretty pissed off about that. the basketball guys was once, and i have a football (not posted) one that was twice. i could go on, but i won't. i'm just trying to say that sometimes you need to do things over again. often i have to do things over again. kind of like when you technically support people while you are awake, and then you do it again while you are dreaming. that's just how it goes.