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A Nice Little Jog

I’m on the tarmac waiting to leave LAX and have been for the past 45 minutes. The captain comes on and tells us we need to de-board the plane, San Fransisco has put a stop on all incoming air traffic. Apparently this is a common problem; SFO’s single runway and insatiable attraction for fog doesn’t make it the most reliable airport in the world. No big though, I have a 3.5 hour layover in SFO so as long as we’re in air in 2 hours I’ll be fine.
    Shit. Now I’m worried, we’re in the air, but 2.5 hours later than I had hoped. By itself that wouldn’t be a big deal, but apparently I’ll need to re-enter security on the international side. Not only that, but my gate is on the exact opposite side of the airport. Looking at the map, I honestly don’t think there are any two points further away from each other in SFO. At least they announced that anyone connecting to Tokyo, apparently there’s ten of us, will be given a ‘special escort’. Maybe we’ll get to ride in one of those super ballin’ golf carts, maybe even if I’m lucky they’ll let me drive because that’s totally plausible and something they would allow.
    Turns out my expectations were way too high, our ‘special escort’ was merely an unintelligible Chinese woman vaguely gesturing in the direction of our gate. Thank god she was there or I might have gone the wrong way, right into a wall; there is only one fucking way to go, thanks for the help Delta.
     Now I’m into a full on sprint, accompanied by my 9, equally scared comrades. I get to security and realize that when I left LAX I was only given one boarding pass. Now I know I’m fucked. No way do I have enough time to go back to Delta’s front desk and print another one. I look around frantically and see our ‘escort’ again. How the hell did she get in front of us? God damnit I knew she was holding out on the golf cart, she probably just wanted it for herself, I knew she was shifty. Luckily she decided to be of some use and beckoned some guy to print off a boarding pass for me. Crisis averted.
     Now I’m out of security and running to my gate. I get on the plane in what I think is in the nic of time; then we sit at the gate for another 45 minutes. FML.

A Stroll Through Inglewood

     I’m not sure who was selling crack to who, but if I had to guess, I’d say the lady sitting shotgun in the Range Rover was buying. How a dishelved, homeless looking crackhead came to be sitting in an unoccupied $80,000 SUV is beyond me, but I don’t spend too much time thinking about it, seeing as how I’m currently scared shitless. You see, my relience on technology is way too high. So high, in fact, that when my phone’s GPS tells me my hotel is 4 miles East of the 405, I follow it without thinking.
     After about 45 minutes of crossing under, I realize that my hotel probably isn’t in the ghetto. I take another look at my phone and realize that I actually walked 4 miles in the wrong direction. Fuck. I’m wearing a 60lb backpack and have $900 dollars in my pocket, every one who I see is staring at me like “What the fuck is this little white boy doing right now?”. Not helping the situation is my pride; fuck taking a taxi, I’m way too proud for that. Besides I haven’t even seen one since I got into Inglewood.
     I finally get to my hotel, take off my way too small of a pack and relax. I had high hopes of checking out the beach tonight, but I think I’ll just stay in and watch TV.

A few older pictures of me POIing. I didn’t shoot these so I don’t know much about them, but they were taken with a T1i and about 1/2-2s exposure.

Be gentle, they weren’t taken with a tripod.

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BACON!

I love it! I eat it everyday for breakfast  and I’m not just one of those ‘yeah I love bacon’ (but I really just go to the store and buy paper thin shit) posers. I actually go to a butcher! Take that. Any bacon related questions please don’t hesitate to ask!


This was mostly a test of the video function of my new E-PL2 and a vintage Canon F1.8 50mm prime. I’m loving the depth of field and clarity when wide open!
The funky moving black border is due to digital video stabilization I used in post-processing.