after extra time

after extra time,
originally uploaded by molequinho.

dave and undrea are recovering from the opening reception/party, baird is in montréal. – i guess. the gap between these blogs is due to trying to find a rhythm again. to be virginia wolfish about it a room of one’s own. had a ritual on the tock that worked, a place where the computer was kept – in the window overlooking the ocean – it was left on so when i came back at night after eating and finishing the parts of the paper i hadn’t read at the duke, or the as much as possible, if i didn’t go, before roughly 10pm when i would head over and start the blog for the next day.

there - with the sound of the ocean coming in through the window left open all day, lights of reflecting off the water and the occasional car heading up the main road to st. john’s i would write until about midnight. well more or less being a creature of the cbc i would try to do everything between ideas and northern lights – trying to ends things before between the covers went off. but usually northern lights would sign off before me. don’t know why i never got into the habit of switching over to radio 2. i know i missed some good programmes.

if for some reason i returned home after a night of debauchery of baird like proportions - the opening night and the evening of regatta day – i would move the i-book into the dining area onto the banquet table and write away there. the morning sun coming in off the ocean would make reading the screen difficult necessitating moving to a landlocked room.

being back i cannot seem to get into not only a new rhythm but am having trouble finding a place to write. this is being written outside on the front lawn in the waning light of peasant pissoir as the tim show has just started.

a disappointing week-end as we look forward to the tim show – the ritual washing of the car and boat the surveying of the lawn to see if it needs a mowing weeding and fertilising, the inspection of the façade of his house to see what work has to be done. to say that this bloke is one condom short of an orgy is too much praise.

he is now in the middle of the street – not on his pesticide laden grass - playing ball with his sons. since they are as great a baseball players as he is a thinker the ball goes into everyone’s garden giving them licence to trample on flowers and the like for the missed ball. there is a park two blocks away but my guess is that he would get lost trying to find his way back.

the other reason for having trouble finishing this is that in doing so another year has come to an end and i go into a metaphorical hibernation until sometime next summer – could press my luck and try for january…

am glad at my photographic decisions ubirajara with the two lenses and ubaldo were perfect companions. bringing ‘bira out of retirement when he served so well during the goldsmiths’ years proved the durability of hasselblads. it was good for the ability to focus closer than with ubaldo, am hoping that i made a nice series to send off to martin and gabrielle of number 14 using extreme close ups around their place.

glad though that i also took ubaldo – the lack of mirror bounce meant that i could shove it against my smithwicked bloated gut and gently press the shutter. without it i wouldn’t have been able to photograph outside cbtg’s, in the duke any evening work nor the skateboarders my last night there.

once again while not to the extent of 1999, the rock limited me but in doing so allowed me to experiment.

all my paranoia about film and exposure was just that – i forget how forgiving even black and white film is especially when developed in pyro. all negatives so far look problem free. nevertheless i know that the next time that i head up i will be a nervous wreck again worrying over the film and, with the cameras even older and more decrepit, reliability.

next time i have to figure a way of affording a duplicate set up of the printer and scanner i have for the rock – this should be no problem with the c.e.o. of halliburton type of salary we get at the world’s largest real estate developer/art school. that way i could develop the negs and make prints while there, thus alleviating my fear of ruined film. am making a mental note to conquer black and white digital printing without becoming a coneheaded technoweenie.

now that i know how to add images to the blog am not sure if it is a blessing or a curse but now want to do the road trip. using jim’s 3 megapixal canon would be fine for adding images to the blog. am not sure that i want them though. diverting my attention to find images that are blog worthy. this would destroy aimée’s robert frank image of me having it replaced by jack kerouac as i know mémère would be game – road trip and the rock she’d be at a.a.a. as we speak. driving would also allow me to leave duplicate photographic apparel that i have been accumulating.

in a postcard to kirk mentioned that next time i want to take a plate camera – what am i stupid? am not the type to make life and death photographic decisions in situ. think of all the people that i would miss – i almost do that now as i nod keep walking and do a buster keaton like turnaround to get their snap. cannot imagine wandering with a plate camera – although all this nonsense started with one and i am back to asking people to make their snap.

so thanks once again martin and gabrielle – www.gabriellealioth .com – 14 sullivan’s loop is the second best place to be in all of pouch – still like that slum of a pipe house in downtown pouch cove – thanks for making me feel right at home while there. one day we will meet on the rock.

thanks t.j. –www.wordplay.com/tjsplace - the saab was great. you were right, after a while i did come to ignore the check engine light and as i said the only time i missed the wireless was when the fisheries broadcast was on. back here i keep wanting to stick the key between the two seats and wonder why i am so low in the saturn.

thanks undrea for helping hang the show sending out, press releases and being so professional when i hadn’t a clue.

thanks ruth and peter for introducing me to a whole new set of people on the rock.

thanks st john’s international airport for being smart enough and have the good will to have free – newark take note - wireless internet throughout the airport. it meant that i could always post my blog while having my extra large double double from the tim’s that never closed also.

thanks jim and angela for always finding a place to put me up, allowing me to commandeer your computers, and sharing the cost of pints at the duke.

an all the people i met from the st john’s hogs in trepassey through the bloke on the bell island ferry whom i met again at the regatta to joe crocker and is yankee flag thanks for standing still.

bye daniel and will.