One of my friends, Guy Larson, is in the midst of a cool little project with nude photography and creative censorship using lewd poetry and scripture. I, of course, offered my poetry to be used in this endeavor, and as such have been revamping some more organization on the back end.
Unfortunately, as a side effect of all this, anyone subscribed to my site for email updates just got bombed by like 19 erotic poems and I do apologize for that. That’s a lot of erotic poems to suddenly flood one’s inbox.
But because of this, I’ve ALSO learned that my site stopped pushing updates to Twitter, and therefore the Facebook page, at some point in mid-August. WHICH IS GREAT. That’s what everyone wants to hear when they’re trying to get some exposure, am I right?
Which is all fine and well. I haven’t been putting out a lot of content lately, but it still kind of sucks a lot. It’s just annoying to not have a lot of time to make the kinds of content I want to make. Poetry is running out, and I am quickly reaching the end of my rope. Only about 30 poems left to go after the omissions.
I hope to make up for this by introducing more and more video content. And graphic art stuff! I’m currently making a photography guide that goes over pretty much everything I know so far. It’s a lot of fun to put together, but time consuming. I work on it in the middle of waiting for videos to render.
In other news, I’ve finally done it. On September 18th, Mount Si became mine, finally overwriting the last of the symbols from my history with my own associations.
Three and a half hours up. One and a half down. 8 miles. One hour at the summit. And no, I didn’t climb haystack. I’m not quite into the idea yet, especially not carrying my Sony and wearing a bunch of gear. My whole body is still sore from the experience.
I have 40 minutes of 4k, 60fps GoPro footage that’s taken 9 hours to render, and it’s only at 75% done. So that’s good. My computer is in need of an upgrade at some point, that’s for damn sure.
And after that hike and miserable traffic-infested drive back, I went out to the Airport Tavern to take some more video and chat shit about being the house filmmaker. Which is exciting, but I arrived late and no one was in the right mind to talk about business stuff. That was a terrible oversight on my part, but I appreciated having time to nap after the hike.
That’s pretty much everything going on around here. Except the fact that I am going to be a student of Digital Film at the Art Institute of Seattle soon. Still prepping, so maybe not this quarter with everything else going on. But soon.
Thank you all for continuing to tune in. I realize that we’ve been on a bit of a downward spiral, but this is where it picks up: with accidental lewd poetry email bombs.
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