Recently ordered a Canon 60D and wanted to compile a quick retrospective of recent shots/creations taken/made with with my first DSLR, the Canon Rebel XS. Excited for what’s to come once I get that new hardware in my hands! (Also, I miss self-hosting my images; lots get to my Flickr and Instagram, but sometimes it’s nice to be in charge with your bytes, y’know?)
I’ve invented about 2.5 cocktails in my life. I won’t reveal their recipes, but I may make you one if you ask nicely or sultrily.
The Fifth Dentist (circa 2002)
4 out of 5 dentists recommend some such thing. The Rogue Dentist has other agendas.
Cavendish: The Drink: The Ride
Concocted by my good friend Ryan Julio, though titled by me. Not a ride in the roller-coaster sense, but it can take you to point A from point B and vice versa. And sometimes one-way to Point C.
McCavendish: The Drink: The Horse
A variation of “Cavendish: The Drink: The Ride”, but created in the reverse manner: I altered the original recipe, and RJ cleverly & aptly titled the result. That’s enough hints for now.
Le Dentiste Cinquième (circa 2010)
A variant of “The Fifth Dentist”–not for everyone, nor should it be.
Culled from a late-nite sesh playing my Korg Electribe, improvising off of patterns that I sequenced:
My first foray into human subjects being featured in my digital compositions. I always calls these types of works “blends”, because at their core is the mashing of pixels, layering one image on top of another, and telling the software how to take a variety of RGB inputs and spit out just one pixular output.
Here are some of my friends & family. The raw material for each piece came from things (and people) I photographed in or around San Francisco. I enjoyed this process so much that there’s guaranteed to be more to come!
Older Blends series (sans humans):
idea for a writing project:
intervallic signal to noise. a very high ratio. 1:16, maybe. some very meaningful, dense sentences or ideas, followed by lots of noise; glossolaliac rambling, phonetic hip-hoppery, meant to act as knotted static between more familiar, structured language.
Do you ever think about the orgasm that caused your subsequent birth? Trals flammit, he grayed at sides, followed by brim pyre, ay-ching at his back, bend routine enough to slide by, quasart those things—whole—in the skyze. i cun ask you to bleeve me, but only to here, me, i’m talking to you remember? Don’t let that fuzz distract you… all… from… that… conundrumt up a dream on his swim or swam out past rim or dam what water gave whut have your stall? Gates swutter closed like london mall; reverb-achoo with paris-lolls, swallow upside down sandwich peanut balls, bread-white flavor feats up against the walls.
I ask, why must i do this to myself, i tell: you whilst change ‘t all. Order of overdue spam, tell my own what i should’ve mastered paul, “dominick, your middle here; what so long, where so been? aint you got no care of ‘t all? What’s this repetitsh i speak? is it that small? someone ask’d you earlier, ‘are you going to be creative?’ well well well well well well Well—creative its are just destructive fuzz, rendered backwards in spiral tries.”
trust not !trust —fetch levers or levels of binary bevels; artisan algos i have mentioned what weather, my, we’re having with fraying raveled endeavors, poorish borish mind i have wroughten in gallows.
———–you come out of it. you’re alive, gasping. no: you’re gasping. gasping. … gasping…
because the breathing space reclined, redesigned your reactional subliminal bodymind. ohhhhhneveryoueverhavetreadonafeathersocourtsiedsopleasured
the red underline of the spell-checker is a conglomerate helper that relieve your communes to others, but also points out your neologs—they’re off-radar enough to claim tether: spin them yet, they may better and better and better. put them together. put them wherever. put them aghast atop your Seussian leatherbound lectures.