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| Wednesday, September 21st, 2005 | | 10:37 am |
is there a quick way to make your entire journal friends-only? at the moment, ive just been going back to the beginning and changing each entry individually. off to disney world... | | Sunday, September 18th, 2005 | | 4:38 pm |
what's funny is when you cover an event like an Unbirthday Party at the local whatever that is meant to encourage kids to read, and it's basically a bunch of kids watching a magician and eating cake and getting their pictures taken with other kids who are dressed like characters from Alice in Wonderland, and at the end of it the middle-aged women who are running the event absolutely insist on taking a picture of you with your camera so that you will have it because this has clearly been the best day of your life and you absolutely have to remember it and treasure it forever. good times! | | Saturday, September 17th, 2005 | | 10:17 pm |
p.s. the black dood got like -10 points for saying "irregardless". clearly that's not a word. the real word is "antidisestablishmentiridisregardlesment arianism". what an idiot. | | 9:55 pm |
New Hampshire: Land of Diversity
today i was hit on by two gay men of two different minorities (the first black and the second hispanic) within minutes of each other. this is mostly annoying because i was trying to start a story on a neighborhood in nashua. i got all excited about it (mostly because i was just looking through Dorchester Days again last night), and then was like hey, here's a guy welcoming me into the community. oh wait, he's hitting on me. oh, here's another one. oh no, no, he's just hitting on me as well. then i went to manchester to cover an Islamic Society of Greater Manchester fundraising event. on the way there i saw like 50 people in cowboy hats. i swear there was a cowboy convention in manchester. also, the ISGM event was in the radisson where all of us were squished like sardines in january 04 trying to get pictures of kerry. andy and i quit and went to kucinich headquarters for obvious reasons. | | Thursday, September 15th, 2005 | | 12:00 pm |
| | Monday, September 12th, 2005 | | 10:53 pm |
apparently i'm destined to forget one every time i do this
* "put some music in. some light pete music. i liked isis-" "isis is out in my car." "-or you could start introducing me to some important metal bands." "hmm. how about we do something in between the two, and go for borderline ridiculous." "does borderline ridiculous mean fantasy metal?" "yeah!" "YES!" -jolie and me * "now that i know you think fantasy metal is great, we'll be listening to it more often." "i think we have to be careful with the way we define 'great' here." -me and jolie | | 1:28 pm |
instant jealousy
hi. im in the bu photo lab. i came to visit southwick and lippincott and whoever. haven't seen them yet, but i did just spend a long time talking to mike ivins, who now freelances for like everyone (Pats game for the Herald!) and just got back from a weekend in gulf port, mississippi where he went on his own to get some post-katrina stuff. climb the ladder... | | Saturday, September 10th, 2005 | | 5:30 pm |
in the midst of my internal photographic and existential debates, i: a) get great advice from friends b) remember that i am only twenty-one and have only been taking pictures for two years c) unpack in yet another new home, which of course means looking through a lot of old pictures - it's a reminder of the magic that we (photographers) are a part of | | Friday, September 9th, 2005 | | 1:56 am |
apparently i write only in spurts. i am, i've realized, far too safe a photographer at this point. the pressure of having jobs, of actually having to hand in a usable photo for every assignment, has made me stick to the rules and to what i know will work. i try to eliminate dead space, i crop tightly, i don't cut off body parts or tops of heads or even objects. the best people are the people who can break the rules and make it work. check out www.bengarvin.com for a great example, especially in the "voices" section. the problem that i'm running into is that i look at TONS of photos every day and i know what will make me a better shooter, but when the pressure is on and i'm out there and i'm looking through the lens, i fall right back into my usual habits and compositions. suggestions? | | Friday, September 2nd, 2005 | | 2:36 pm |
new orleans is crazy. if you watched cbs today, you saw bush look dumber than he has ever looked before, and that's no exageration. the man had no idea how to react to people's horror stories. the mayor of new orleans, however, reacted in pure anger at bush, and it was great. i want to be there. the pictures coming out are "great", as events like that go. go to www.latimes.com and click around. carolyn cole is one of the best in news photography. it's strange when devastating catastrophes get you excited about your internship because you'll be taking pictures again. the news world is a crazy one. you have to fight to stay human. on my first day of work at newsday, people were talking about what was going into the next day's paper. i think there was a hole they were trying to fill because someone stopped by at the photo desk and told the editor on at the time, "so and so is checking out a drowning in the bronx." "oh good!" the editor said. no, i thought, it isn't actually good. i've been sitting around doing nothing all day. well, nothing i had planned on, at least. mainly i've been looking at photos from new orleans. it's too bad no one will pay me to sit around all day and write crazy metaphorical stories that criticize the media, politics, and life itself, a la Hunter S. Thompson in the 1980's... | | 12:32 pm |
| | 11:06 am |
yesterday: + our apartment is bigger and cleaner than anywhere i've lived, aside from mendon + my room has lots of windows + all of shannon and jolie's stuff is in there and most of my stuff is + i get to live with shannon and jolie + i saw practically everyone in boston who is of any importance (shannon and jolie obviously, nell and matt picard while moving, and then bobbie, scotty p, sheila, shay, mike d'emic, rachel gaddes, new rachel, a few random ASB/CSC related people, and probably more people who feel i bad for not remembering when i crashed the fysop bbq) +fysop bbq meant playing ridiculous games, specifically the one in which sheila and i had to do weird things and like climb on each other. hen house, it might be called? +i love boston -my car wouldnt start in the morning. -moving day traffic -red sox traffic -i can't be 10 places at once (i already feel as if i'm stretching myself thin. i'm delaying this move to boston for strange reasons. i don't quite want to be there yet, but i've made plans to see boston people throughout the weekend. i double-booked myself for tonight, i realized; i'm supposed to hang out with mark and allison, but i'm also supposed to meet up with people and see the warriors in coolidge at midnight. i also invited boston people down to the cape. i think my solution for wanting to live multiple lives at once is to attempt to meld them together. oh, i also want to be in new orleans, and am happy to realize that i want to volunteer as much as take pictures. then let's not even talk about new york, and how i got an email invitation to another game of hot pants volleyball this weekend) -seeing great boston people made me miss the people who weren't there. sarah is a matter of geography that will soon fix itself, and now andy and erin have fallen into this strange bu/pc generational gap. today: +AAA came and started my car +today will be fun no matter what happens -there is a lot of work i want to get done prior to the fun | | Wednesday, August 31st, 2005 | | 7:02 pm |
have people always died on this massive a scale (during my lifetime, at least)? | | Tuesday, August 30th, 2005 | | 5:36 pm |
hello. i am in mendon now. it makes me unbelievably happy to hear cook's excited voice when he hears it's me on the phone. what a strange relationship - one of the people here whom i have the strongest bond with voted for bush, consumes massive quantities of fast food, and throws trash out of his car regularly. timing is everything here, and ive had nothing but bad timing. annalise moved the other day. justin moves today. i have no idea when im moving to shannon's. whatever man, for a few minutes, it's good to be home. | | Saturday, August 27th, 2005 | | 10:32 am |
last night's show was great. megadeth and dream theater were just about equally fantastic. i can tell it was a good night because today i cannot hear or talk. | | Friday, August 26th, 2005 | | 1:31 am |
writing is the release. the anxiety flows out of me. i get emails from sarah and i am thrilled. i think about seeing megadeth tomorrow night and know they will revitalize me with pounding sincerity. wait, hold up. do you think i could be classified as bi-polar? | | 1:15 am |
p.s. i never did write about hotpants volleyball this past sunday- a group of punks, ages 16-50, playing volleyball with our shorts rolled up as high as possible, which, for some of us, essentially meant wearing thongs, and playing volleyball in phil's yard next to a relatively busy road. then to the beach, for my first time in the atlantic this summer (if the long island sound counts). then back to phil's to drink beer and grill fake meat and real corn. then more volleyball. then to craig's (craig originally told me his name was john because he was scared of the press!) to swim and fight in his pool. and bill, who andy and erin and i used to refer to as the sickly vegan, was randomly there! tonight was foodswings, the fast food vegan place right up the street from me that i never knew was there. i hardly ate today, so i had a chicken parm sandwich AND a philly cheesesteak sandwich. and a milkshake. delicious, disgusting, expensive. it was the final hurrah, although i may see them one last time - we might go see gay burlesque on saturday. | | 12:58 am |
i will never leave any place that i live feeling content. friends, work, social life, photo stories - all of the things that that failed to exist for so much of the time pop out of the woodwork in the last minutes, as if to taunt me as i say goodbye. jordan, boston, mendon, hong kong. add brooklyn/long island to the mix. i just went out with people who are great, accepting, fun, interesting, interested - the people i have desperately needed all summer. and now we gather so that i can exchange phone numbers and goodbyes. how much longer will life be lived in three month intervals? i start each set with the same goals - take pictures every day, become a morning person, discipline yourself, stay organized, get a million things done, read more books, meet more new people, go to more shows, check out more bands. i start off strong, but it's never long before i have a sink full of dishes and a car full of trash and a heart full of dismay. the end always sucks, and i always get through it by examining the next step and setting the same ridiculous goals and expectations. i wonder if anything would be different if i were to live someplace for 2 or 5 or 10 years. would i get bored and go crazy? when they passed around the list last weekend for people to put their names and emails on if they wanted to be Freespace staff members, i looked and thought, if i were staying, i would do this. i would finish my story on the freespace and then i would step into it and become part of it, because they are doing such GOOD things here. i become more resolved to just enjoy life. i have made plans and i have to stick them and im going to enjoy them, because for everything im doing there will always be a million things im not. tonight was so fun that i briefly entertained the notion of staying. just getting some shitty job but having fun with fun people. long island is cool in that everyone (punk) knows each other and is supportive of the projects that they're doing. maybe the more a terrible cesspool a place is, the better its subcultures are bound to be. i just hate standing on the edge (of summer). don't make me move again. just bring me to the next place for the next thing. keep me there this time. | | Wednesday, August 24th, 2005 | | 11:38 pm |
im writing the article and im thinking this: i love it. the marriage of pictures and words. the gaps in the written story are filled by the picture story, and vice versa. i want this all the time, someday, eugene richards / lauren greenfield style. i want complete control (unless, of course, the writer or photographer im working with is someone great. (joseph and sarah, duh)). of course it makes me even more pissed, because it would be so great to see this in print. to show that skill to an editor in the future and say, hey, i can marry pictures and words. i can get them to look at each other and say, i do. (that was fucking cheezy). im going to fight to get this into newsday, and im already resolved to make this happen again in the future, just in case (and again, if nh is half as cool as it sounds, i think they'll go for it). it's the same problem that it's always been: i want it all. the other problem is having become a compulsive email/lj checker... (also, megadeth in boston in less than 48 hours...and with tj, cook, tycks, tim, ruggiero, and hurst at that) | | 4:39 pm |
hi. i am updating constantly and i dont care. i dont have anyone to talk to, so this allows me to pretend i have a social life. my yankees game assignment got killed because the yankees are apparently tightassed and wouldn't give newsday a pass for me. i guess that chant i've been hearing for years is true; they really do suck. i just talked to my photo editor so that he could get an idea of what i thought of the internship and i could get an idea of how i did. when i mentioned that i felt like i never got any feedback (case in point: he took me aside talk to me only at the END of the internship), he apologized, but also said i should have been more assertive. it's a big paper, we're all busy, you should have just fought for our time, etc etc. at the same time, he was looking through all my photos on his computer and was like, "well, i hope we gave you something you can use..." he sounded doubtful, and i think he knew it was half because of me and half because of my assignments. i just hate leaving someplace and having the people there not think highly of me. i mean, on one hand, it's just newsday, and i never want to work here again...but on the other hand, i just don't want ANYONE to be disapointed in me. (he did, at least, give me a freelancer contract to fill out, and said to let him know wherever i end up) when tia chapman spoke in one of my classes this past spring, lachinian asked her what her goals are. "to have this year's pictures be better than last year's," she said. well, my 2005 photos are way better than my 2004 pictures, but my spring pictures are way better than my summer ones, which doesn't really follow. i am better than what i did this summer. |
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