Pictures from Elm Street Productions party, PLUR, Bitch!, are up. I've said that expression so many ways for so many days. It can provide enertainment for hours. In addition to the pictures, I have a request of anybody that reads this. I've been curious about the origins of shame recently. I want to talk to people who were raised in families that gave their children (you) NO reason to feel guilty about their own bodies, or very little. I have some questions for you if you were raised in that kind of environment. Please email or aim: zoobiewa.

Labels: Photos, Raves

I am eating a strawberry and kiwi tartlette that the ever amazing Cassie and Andrea duo electrified my life with. Yesterday was my birthday. I've been busy doin a comic book project that hopefully won't be the last one, and it so kew that it's taken precedence over photography doing. Here's a preview. It should be done very very soon. What a VERY merry unbirthday indeed!


Update: Comic book is finished and can be viewed here.

The hektik free server is back up! And, just like umbelical cords, you don't truly appreciate them until they are gone. I used to be able to breathe underwater, but they've stolen that from me! But really I always have appreciated hektik, I just haven't expressed it as much as I would have liked. THANK YOU HEKTIK! I've missed being able to upload.

Maple Canyon with the Utah Valley kids! They are a great bunch. Even while sleeping! The pictures are from day two of this camping trip. The night before entailed two kegs, a blood-red blue moon and intense clouds, crazy rednecks, and one of them getting beaten unconscious with a rock (after once by hand). Sadly, I missed those photo opportunities in light of my own beweilderment. And Kendra!

But anyway, the second day hike was amazing. We climbed a little dry waterfall and when about half of us were up it the heavens just started coming down in the form of hail. Thoughts of flash floods of slushy crystals that would pick you up and slam you into a bubbling end were on our minds; hypothermia and axphyxiation would arm wrestle for the right to take us through the transition. Or maybe not. My sister Rachel may have found an personal entryway with her head, which was flowing hot and red after an encounter with a rock. Pictures are here!

Labels: Camping, Photos