Just got back from my 2AM liquor store (which, I'm proud to say, has stopped hosting Sureno "terrorize the clientele" parties for the better part of a year) and there was a woman, approximately four foot eight inches tall, of the Latino persuasion tossing her 40 of Old English up on the counter and sayin, "Aw, c'mon, I love you man, AND I love your sign. That's hella tight." The sign, taped to his new countertop read "New company policy: NO CRACK CHANGE!!!"

Things is lookin' up.

So, tonight I was making a web a photo gallery of some pictures of me and my girlfriend climbing Half Dome in Yosemite. They're definitely in the "vacation photos" category. I thought about putting a link to that page here on my blog and then I thought, "You can't put family photos up there. That's were your art goes."

See, I think I'm an artist. And I have a pretty stiff rule about separating out all those pictures that are just interesting to me and those that are interesting to other people. I mean strangers. That is a pretty good place to start if you're trying to figure out what art is if you ask me. So I said to myself, "Wait, what is your blog anyway? Just a place to throw up diary entries (here I go again) and the detritus of the CF slot on my digital camera?" NO. This isn't david_primmer.com -- [it's all about me...here's my favorite links!]. It may seem that way, and indeed, people may use it with the intent of getting more dave™ each day. But I think of it more like a visual documentary combined with an editorial column.

The two don't usually interact. They can, and it's nice when I essay about a photo or quicktime movie, or the visual stuff supports something I write, but I usually don't feel like writing something about a picture I took a year ago. I'm going to the effort of scanning it, that should be enough.

Ok, there you have the mission statement for the blog. Please send me your comments if you thought sucking packets off my server was gonna get you something else or if you thought you were looking at my family album. I'm curios to know.

Just as a side note, I'd like to get more fine art photography in the mix -- stuff with less narrative and overt subject matter. We'll see how that goes. One trick was to start shooting with toy cameras so I forget about things like focus and depth of field or being funny.

Primco.org. -- The king of all flavors. Roll and rolls and rolls of life savers.

Wednesday I was subjected to a laughably horrible piece of movie making called "The Last Castle. I'm writing this movie review because people must be stopped from going to see this movie. Ok, maybe if you shoot tons of heroin right before you sit down in front of this two hour and twenty minute joke of a not so funny joke of something that should be laughed out of town. Now, I hate to waste someone's $8.50, and I feel bad about snickering and laughing and groaning all the way through this one. The decent Americans all around me surely don't deserve their ball-licking patriotism soddened. That's why I'm going to try to reap some karma back from the universe and keep all of you intelligent, tasteful people away from "The Last Castle's" little corner of the multiplex.

Good morning. I promised this vid a long time ago but I did a hell of a lot of procrastinating in the mean time. Whew, that's hard work. Anyhow. Here's my dreamy BART ride.

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I spent all night trying to get my laptop LCD screen to look decent. That means the Adobe Gamma control panel for 7 hours. I'm shocked. Of course, this is nothing to write home about. I just feel like I need to say it: I'm all alone out here in tweakland. 7 hours.

Varanasi. I think this guy sells stuff to make paan. Or, he could be a regular candy store.