.......Main'nuff said 
......Introdood 
.....Placeslocations under the lense 
.....Peopledon't call her that... 
.....Mondayyou can fall apart 
....Tuesdayneeds wednesday 
..Wednesdaybreak my heart 
...Thursdaydoesn't even start, it's 
.....Fridayi'm in love 
....Weekendelectronic rec league 
....Workingor, not work? 
......Linksworthwhile elsewheres 
 .....Thanksto these people  
....Contactwhat little info remains 
 
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Flourescent Lights  (literider) 
Before immercing yourself in this, please take the time (if you are able) to load this midi of the Knight Rider Theme Song. 

“… the brothers stood around courting us like virgins and at the same time eyeing us like heifers.” 
                 -Walker Percy, The Moviegoer 

The human eye cannot really catch the frequency of light. Take for instance the24-frames-per-second that are projected at the movie theatre. Take a camera to the light. What happens is something remotely resembling Roddy Piper’s hit 1991 movie They Live. Consider the camera your glasses that can see through the economy of man.  

Pleasure and nothing but, swells the eyes of the girl pictured here. To the eye she is half-Filipino and another half French. The book draws her in because the hooker who plays around with the shady protagonist shares her name.  

To the eye, she is nothing but.  

But under the camera she becomes a victim of frail reproduction at the hands of manual editing tool. Say the building, say 1000 fixtures at 60 watts for 18 hours a day. There was a way carved around this and it is the (in)frequency found in fluorescent track lighting. The quality and quantity of light spraying from the fixtures, the tubes, is up to half that of regular bulbs. It’s made at soft edge of lighting standards so as to fool everything. In the long run, only the camera will notice the light that isn’t there. And then no one should care.  

But look what it did to this woman; her likeness now glossy and green, her eyes vibrant as the blood falling from the first splice into a baron of beef. Is it the book, or is it the light? It’s too late to capture the reason, even with a camera. 
 
 


 
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... Look Micheal, a shortcut!
  
 
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