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| Tuesday, 8-Jun-2004 00:00 |
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Cloud fetish, revisited
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Condensation trails get special attention.
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| Monday, 7-Jun-2004 00:00 |
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Cloud fetish
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...as represented by my obsession with some big weather over Little Rock.
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| Sunday, 6-Jun-2004 00:00 |
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Weddings
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Goodness, goodness, goodness... congratulations to the host of you newlyweds.
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| Friday, 4-Jun-2004 00:00 |
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de femme mariée
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My Crystal is to be married tomorrow. Crystal may have been the first girl I ever made out with (somewhere around the sixth grade), and she was most definitely the first friend of mine to have had the balls to ask me whether or not I was gay (somewhere around the tenth). We date back to preschool times, an odd fact we learned when we met for the second time late in elementary school. We felt so cool and harcore when we got to go visit her gay uncle and boyfriend during pride week in high school. We drove a standard transmission from D.C. to Little Rock without either of us knowing how to drive a stick, giddily smoking shameful amounts of cigarettes during the twenty-hour drive.
Then we went to college. Our excesses migrated to opposite poles: she studied art education and started getting into the wilderness-survival set, while I fancied myself a hedonistic molecular bioloist and went to study in France. She started getting folky and hipsterish and took a boyfriend who practiced judo in public as much as he there practiced a grand narcissism. I fell into electronic music and got involved in the rave scene and was perpetually dissatisfied with the guys I was meeting. We moved into new places that were separated by a solid 45-minute drive. While neither of us intended to, we've since simply drifted away from one another in tastes and outlooks as a result of our increasing distinction.
Out of the blue a couple of weeks ago I got a call from her. It was Crystal announcing her wedding plans, asking where the hell I'd been, eager to catch up and at least set some plans to meet up and touch base. We'd each missed a lot, and we eagerly met up to rediscuss.
It's strange, a reunion with someone who has lived so close to me for the past five years, so closely with me over the past fifteen. God, can I even say that now? Fifteen years? Jesus, age is creeping up, creeping in.
So we got a few beers and talked. Remember when I dyed my hair purple and you did yours in pink? Remember getting stoned on Capitol Hill? Remember that post-AGS party where it rained and everyone ended up playing Twister on the lawn? Remember when I accidentally took the car from fifth to second on the freeway? Remember working at the video factory and stealing industrial stickers? Remember Anna's spooky party with the Franzia and massive ghost scare?
Crystal has just finished her bachelor's, I'm finally going back to graduate school this fall, and tomorrow Crystal is getting married. I made her this picture--I'm going to print the black onto a 30 by 15 inch half sheet of watercolor paper and add the color in thin washes of perylene and manganese blue. I hope she likes it.
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| Wednesday, 2-Jun-2004 00:00 |
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Staring at the sky
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When I was younger I remember being afraid of the bright atmospheric color changes that would presage the arrival of some exceptionally bad weather. When tornadoes start tearing about the landscape, small particles of soil and debris are scattered through the high-altitude clouds, filtering the sunlight and reflecting it back in odd shades that range from a slight yellowish green (the infamous green cast of a coming tornado) to intense yellows like this. Fortunately for me, nothing came of the prediction except rain and wind.
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| Tuesday, 1-Jun-2004 00:00 |
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Memorial day panorama, swollen White River, Batesville
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Giving a bit of scale to the outflow
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| Sunday, 30-May-2004 00:00 |
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Riverfest 2004
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The Memorial weekend is upon us with its heat, humidity, sunshine, music, food, and a glorious three-day break from work.
In Little Rock this means Riverfest, a weekend festival that encloses the riverside portions of downtown Little Rock and North Little Rock for the purpose of setting up stages for music, contests, plays, etc. All the bars and restaurants are packed during this festival which fills our normally lazy streets with hot, eager people. Funnel Cakes and fresh lemonade get everyone sticky, huge piles of fried potatoes make everyone sleepy, and liberally placed beer stands make everyone happy.
Yesterday Megan and I met a few people to watch Runaway Planet play at one of the stages and ended up meeting up by chance with Lisa, Casey, and their new baby Casin. A few acts after RP, this New Orleans group called the Sophisticats and Sophistikittens showed up in these amazing outfits (all throwback material to hipster culture: Donna Reed dresses, fez hats, tiki shit) and they brought along go-go dancers!
It's good to see everyone out in the city--if you can make it, come on down and we'll show you a good time.
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| Wednesday, 19-May-2004 00:00 |
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Stag
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Foggy night on the hill near Miller Road
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| Sunday, 16-May-2004 00:00 |
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Palestinian Olive Trees
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| Friday, 14-May-2004 00:00 |
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A calming down
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This period of early spring brings very animated weather, weather that is always violent, unpredictable as if to mimic life. Hot, humid air pours into the southern basin from the Gulf and is met by slow waves of cool, dry air from the western Rockies. At the boundary, violence erupts in stiff eddys, wringing out massive amounts of rain before dissipating spectacularly with a beauty that rivals in magnitude the passing storm's forcefulness.
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(Chocolate fountain? 
