GDL Swap Meet

vintage polaroidsblue and yellow vintage Rolexs
booksThe Ocean World of Jacques Cousteau
old film camerasLos Jaos record

I love swap meets, flea markets, garage sales, thrift stores, estate sales, anything where you can find bits and pieces of forgotten and discarded history. I used to frequent the Pasadena City College swap meet, every third Sunday, with religious crate-digging fervor. Today we went to the local Guadalajara swap meet or “trocadero”, en español. You gotta look close, but it’s amazing what you can find. I found a powder blue faced vintage Rolex from the 70s, I woulda grabbed it but dude wanted 800 bones US, slightly over my budget. I found a Jacques Cousteau book series that had the most wonderful photos, a grip of old mexican salsa and funk records (I didn’t buy any though, I’ll have to do some internet sleuthing and go back next month) and a slew of old movie cameras. I found and bought several old photographs which I’ll scan and post when I get a few minutes. The crown jewels of today’s finds were vintage Polaroid cameras. I bought the rainbow striped Polaroid 1000 in the pic above, there was another fold-up one as well and I’m kicking myself that I didn’t grab it.

Ain’t Sundays great!

Fakepatriate

I was perusing my mint today when I came across a very interesting article about the difference between being an ex-pat and being absorbed into the foreign culture you’re in. The conversation concerns Americans in San Miguel de Allende Mexico, but it’s relevant for Americans in all foreign cultures. Doug Bower has some seriously interesting things to say and I full-heartedly agree with a good portion of it. Makes for an Interesting read.

To me, when I think of the word ex-pat, it doesn’t necessarily refer to my relationship with Mexico, more so my relationship with the U.S. But as the article describes, I am most definitely still connected to my ex-country by a big, fat umbilical cord (so the irony of calling the U.S. my “ex-country” isn’t lost on me). As my homie Ro puts it, and I’m paraphrasing here (cuz I can’t really do chilango-accented spanglish just yet): “Never be in love with a place, because all places change. Be in love with a state of mind and you can take that anywhere.”

Before / After

beforeafter

Today I did the unthinkable, I got braces and I’m going on 33. Why would I possibly do this to myself?

Well, the story goes something like this: although I have straight teeth, for the most part, my bite is all screwed up. Both top and bottom rows fold a little too far inward. When I was wee lickle shite, the orthodontist told my parents that he’d have to break my lower jaw and wire my mouth shut for 6 months (ala through the wire) to be able to fix my bite. Graciously my parents declined and since have completely forgotten the episode.

Recently I’ve been catching up with my dentist visits, replacing all those metal fillings and trying to get teeth fixed that through time had been ground down or chipped. The dentist said that my teeth could not be fixed. As a result of my bite, any fixes he did would come undone. So he referred me to an orthodontist and here we are. Braces. 6 months. To alter my bite, so that in 20 years I still have teeth and gums left. yay me! Let the pain begin.

This Hombre

floater
prepping the cut-backpumping into the face

The only photos in existence, of this hombre, in the process of enjoying a good ride. Not the biggest waves ever photographed, but fun, nonetheless. It sucks being the dude behind the camera 99% of the time and it’s great that my sister Beth is learning how to use the 100-400mm cannon.

Imagekind

I love Flickr. and I love big huge prints of my work, but I hate that Flickr’s built-in printing service crops my photos in weird and undesirable ways. Enter Imagekind, great printing service with Flickr import functions. Printing on canvas, large prints, matte paper, custom framing, you name it. cool!

Coda

Panic’s Coda (a one-window Web Development app) is pretty damn cool. Now if they could get it to work with MAMP, i’d be a happy camper. This is probably what Dreamweaver or Golive should have become.