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Back

I am back to school. My first day was Monday and it was great to be back at it. I felt quite nervous as anyone does on the first day back. But today is my third and I am gettting into the groove. For the next couple of postings I will be showing what I couldn't upload while in NYC.

Pray

The internet at home arrived just this morning. I am hoping my productivity will sky rocket but I'm not sure how the web will help me achieve this. I am rationalizing. I'll pray for a rain of posts soggy with valuable content.



Valuable content, such as this. :/

Postcards

Love,
Mommy

Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday to my blog! It is 100 post old. Hurray!

Postcards

I never asked my mom about the writing on here. I don't really understand. Someone please explain.

Visual Cliche

My friend Shalini from RIT has a blog called Visual Cliche. I really have been enjoying the work she has been posting. The only problem is that she hasn't been keeping it updated. Someone let her know.

Excuses

The word busy is constantly being redifined in my life. Yes I work hard, but then I relax hard. Somewhere in there I need to blog. I am actually trying quite hard.

Postcards

I think my sister sent this to me. Either way, its pretty awesome

Niagara Falls

From our class trip to Niagara Falls, USA.

Copyright 2008 Graham Walzer

Copyright 2008 Graham Walzer

A little trim

works wonders.

Postcard

My family is doing such a good job sending me postcards. I need to make some of my own.





"Dear Graham - There are lots of vermin in our yard eating the plants. This one bit the dust. Stay well, love Dad"

I'm working on it.

Who got wax?

I miss you...

Niagra Falls+PA5

My class went on a loosely organized field trip to Niagra Falls and then on to Buffalo.

Meet Evan and Yong Chan. Gotta love 'em.

Michael Itkoff

I have no idea how I got on Michael Itkoff's email list, but I checked his stuff out anyways. At first I was a bit skeptical but many of the images I really enjoyed. I liked the Between Two Lakes Series, as well the Street Portraits. Check him out.

All images Copyright Michael Itkoff

Postacards!

William Edgerton
Shooting the Apple, 1964

Finally!

Today I did it. Finally! I finished my first zine. It's called Don't Say Goodbye. I have been talking about making a zine for years. There was always excuses and things that got it the way. But being so busy helps me get creative things done. While it is no where near perfect, its printed and tangible. Once its fine tuned I may put it up for a limited edition super cheap sale.

I know I know, if there isn't pictures, it really didn't happen. But, hopefully tomorrow I can take some photos and give yall a little preview.

Work+Play

The RIT summer transfer has been keeping me busy. It feels really good. While I have been I have been working to create lots of things, I have been playing too. This past Saturday night the "Photo Transfer Kids" went to a friend's roommate's party, like typical college kids. The nine of us instantly overpowered the seven people that were already there. This was comfortable yet oddly unstimulating. I didn't feel like talking photo this night.
In Los Angeles, when a college kid goes to a party, you only expect to know the people you came with, maybe a couple random faces in the crowd. Rochester is worlds apart. As more people arrived at the party, the more people knew each other. Conversations were started everywhere as old friends reunited. Soon enough, the summer transfer kids were the odd ones out, quietly chatting amongst themselves. We only knew each other and were not crossing any social dividers. I removed myself into the kitchen. From across the counter I observed. There is something truly amazing about staring into the eyes of human interaction. I became an outsider watching this phenomenon. It made me smile all over. Everywhere people were humming with laughter. Awkward gender interactions were mixed with nineteen year old sexual tension. Old friends told familiar stories while new friends were made. It was like watching a perfect moving photograph. Everywhere I looked flawless scenes of social interaction were being made. I am on the outside living it. My friends look over as I watch. I look through them, taking it all in. History is made. As quickly as it began, I let the moment end. I submerge myself back into the whirlpool of humanity. I become them, laughing awkwardly at strangers sexual jokes.