Wednesday, August 17, 2005

Moonage Daydream

After a fiasco beyond my wildest fears, I finally got my pictures back. Since I took the disposable camera on my float trip, the pictures turned out sort of water damaged.

My film is like the water book in Peter Greenaway’s Prospero’s Books—a rendition of The Tempest. In the movie, the book contains pictures of water that move, and drops spill out of the pages of the book when it is opened. Layered water upon water.

I am off to work, then Rolla (ug!). Be back Thursday for some serious drinking.


"the" Mrs. Astor said...

"Serious drinking"; is there any other type? I'm reminded of the columnist in the 40's, Clifton Arlen. I saw a photo of him in an old Vogue that was captioned: "When asked why he ordered two martinis, Clifton Arlen replied, 'Because there's no such thing as one martini'."

Wehlcalm bahck, Ed.

Ms Bees Knees said...

I've missed you Ed, you filthy slag. ::smootch::