It has been entirely too long since I've updated, but at last I have. School has been taking more than 100% of my time, so photography is sat on the back-burner. Click the image below for pictures of a few of those times.

There are some of Parallax, which makes posting this a depressing thing to do. Also a few from the benefit show on saturday night. We also have the gay pride parade in SLC, many bouncy balls being thrown on dirty ravers, Janae and her pups: Oliver and Pip, Die Panda Die rocking out at Steamers, and a small poetry night at Starry Night.

Also, the UVSC philosophy club now has an online presense, and I just made a post, so check it out, contribute, etc. I've been writing that all day so all of my creativity has been sapped.

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Click the color, it contains a convoyed convex of contrived and complex curiousness about cellular entities and untold lives. It's a collaboration of time, but I call it a corroboration. Abhor the readily apparent.

We've got Don Lavange looking studly, Sarah Martin making faces, me and Courtney in Southern Utah, Lucas Gallup in front of oil paint, Andrea getting drunk, Sarah's hands destroyed by water after a hot pot all-nighter, Brice smashing cars at UVSC, Julie, Diamond Fork hot springs, Julie posing in front of moss, Rune, Jessica the Mexican with cheesy photoshop, the almighty Steve-O, Dorothy, Glenn, Lindsey's ass when we stayed up all night drawing and painting for our art classes, Misty getting made up on Halloween, and so much more.

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I've had a horribly unlucky month of taking pictures. Nothing has turned out. I haven't been brave enough to carry the camera around. I start to fear that having a camera around me all the time makes me an appendage to it, or that I annoy people with my ceaseless snapping. But, looking back through my photographs throughout the month, I did find a few that weren't completely blurry and overexposed, and there they are below.

Frustrated, frustrated, frusterated for not being frustrated enough. Frustrated for not having the energy and the inspiration to kindle my frustration into an unholy detonation of mental persperation; to figure out what it means to find out why there's nothing to be furious about after all. All the worlds worst pain is nothingness: which is the worlds worst fear. We cry all our lives, and in spite of understanding, we keep on demanding a better explanation for the frustration of the unending choking machine that dissolves dreams and resolves revolutions to collapse on their knees, roll up their eyes and stop their own hearts from beating.

We've got Lucas Gallup eating kiwi, Cameron Ramey buffing his femininity, Jon-Jon and Kirsti making mystical campfires, kegs, Dj Ethics and Lauren out of their element, Russ Faye looking sexy on The Rock, Nick Tingey smoking, Ion enjoying her dreadlocks, Ion strumming, Crystal Hot Springshot springs, Pride Parades in SLC, Courtney and her Ethan, my miraculous room, Cassie Coombs washing dishes while I drool, some of my dry-erase art, Math Dave writing his math book, and shiners in Magna. Don't forget the 4th of July from up high. I haven't, Misty Quist.

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Ryanne, this goes out to you. For your persistance and unmitigated relentlessness. This goes to show each and every body that you should never give up. Thank you for believing in my so that I would eventually get up off my ass and put up those pictures. I was lazy about it because my focus was still sucking, and I wasn't happy with anything. But then I put them together, and.. 'sniff', it was all worth it. Ris had given up long ago, but Ryanne, you hung in there. Here are a few pictures from that one night :), and some other pictures from the day before, and so on.

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Here's a quick montage from happenings that have happened this month. My eyeballs are starting to dry up so I must go now. Oh, and if the little picture heading for this is confusing, look at the very last picture in the set for an explanation. It means SHAME SHAME SHAME! And um, listen to me ranting.

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Freedom marks the 23rd day of the 7th month. Add all three numbers and you get 10, which is magic in itself. It means freedom in all forms, because it represents understanding and knowledge. What but binary could do it more matter of fact? When the simplest of simple can be incomprehensible when truly examined, only infinity stands in the way of a personal terror I have; when all the songs will have been created and played in every way, and all the jokes told. Well, I am free, finally. There ARE limits on my freedom, but then again, there is with all types - unless you count one looming exception, but I'm sure that someone could figure a way around that too.

Have some binary on me.

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I really haven't been taking pictures lately because I've been completely addicted to chess, and have no thirst or desire to do anything but. I did manage to take a few (although I don't really see WHY) in the last month, and so I proudly present them to you! If anyone actually comes here. One thing that I hate is when people make shitty webpages that nobody goes to; you find it somehow and see that the last 35 entries are all apologies about the lack of updates. How unoriginal and uninteresting can you get? If you can't say something stimulating or creative, don't say anything at all! I refuse to resign myself to that apologetic state of limp-wristed remission, and so I profusely give you these, may they delight your day.

There is stuff from the first Steamers, Nate, Cameron and I at the black hole, and a weird club where Karen was auditioning. And, a very early Glen!

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Hello, I have a headache and have no idea why. I shouldn't get them unless I have strained myself mentally, and I got an enormous amount of sleep last night. I would think that it is radiation, which is what I blame most things on, but I don't think it is that either. I think that I am actually taking more pleasure out of complaining about my ailment than the discomfort that it causes. However, if I focus on it, then it really hurts. Wow, this is really bad. Shit, I should just ignore it. Well, if anyone has 4 minutes and 35 seconds to spare, go look at some new pictures by clicking on the image above! Oh my lord, my headache is gone.

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Alright. I've had a pretty fun time in Long Beach, L.A., and Hollywood for the last week and a half, with pictures as usual. It was perfect, I aimed at doing absolutely nothing in my time of toil avoidance. However, I actually did some stuff, and so although it wasn't as uneventful as I would have liked, I did have fun (which I've heard is a good thing). California is a pretty amazing place, it felt like I could have stayed there and integrated right into one of their many social scenes. Usually the worst part about moving to a new place is having absolutely no friends, but by the end of my stay I had met tons of people and was pretty sure that there was no way I could even come close to being bored.

Well, back to the Utah scene, even more microscopically, the Provo scene. The Jackasses have gone political AND techy, they have a site going and are trying to organize a war protest for this saturday. It should be cool, so if anyone is in the area, check out their site and check out the protest in Pioneer park at noon.

Edit: Sadly, 5 years later the Jackasses political site has died. What IS the world coming to?

Comment: I used to be so much worse at organizing sets. So, for the record, the first five photos were NOT from Long Beach, but were simply random ones from around town that I wanted to put up some place. The rest are from Long Beach.

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