Gallery
Natalie Geneva, Me, and Chrysta
Lee. Photo F. L. Avers, 11/2002
I
pretentiously entitled this photograph “Progress.”
Apparently,
this apartment building has what my
daughter would call
“nature” growing on the top
floor—not an
adventurous houseplant. About a
block from the
Metropolitan Museum of Art, New
Why I
hate digital cameras. Lost Weekend 2002 concludes
with the
traditional meal—58 lbs. of deep-fried kung pow
chicken and beef,
egg rolls, and rice at Yum-Yum’s,
the friendship I’ve
shared as the result of my six-year
employment with
Extraordinaire
(1988-1996). Left to right; Barry, Tracy, Brian,
Dave, Yours truly, Jeremy, Paul, Randall, Gavin, Stu, and
Roger. Photo by T. Latham.
Why I
like regular cameras. Thirteen years old
and heavily adjusted
using PaperPort, this 1990
photo from a friend’s
birthday party (he’s the
man in black) still
makes it out better than the
digital. I’m third
from left. Photo L. W. Schurtz.
Sample
from my high-school-obsessed comic book writing, nicely interpreted
by Canadian artist
Darren Calvert, 2002. Newspaper nerd Larry advises
cheerleader Ashley
of an emerging crisis in Hero High.
“The
Desperados of Berrien
County.” Circa 1979. That’s
me at the left and
my cousin
Jason,
playing in the yard at my
grandfather’s
home. Photo unknown.