PORTLAND X SAN FRANCISCO ZINE
Nich Kunz x oven cleaner soaked negatives
Monday, March 21, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
off to the printer
Limited 20 copy run of Portland to San Francisco trip 'Zine going to print tomorrow. Digital online copy up in a week or so. xoxo
Sunday, March 6, 2011
weekend
Spent at the family cabin for Saras birthday. Quiet & Solitude.
Sara dreamed about winning at a casino so we went on her birthday with a 20 dollar spending limit. I turned a $1.50 bet on a penny slot machine into $46.90 in less than 3 minutes of being there and immediately cashed out. It funded an antique store run for a new camera and some salt'n'pepper shakers for Sara, and also a copy of Tortilla Flat at the library book sale. Two nights of double feature $1 dvds from the movie machine and some nice coffee and cake.
I dreamed that I was at a theater photographing kids for work, while setting up backgrounds and camera stuff I went out to the car to grab something I forgot and when I returned things had changed around inside the place. I climbed a ladder and a little door was opened and Hitler greeted me and motioned to a few signs and asked me to paint them white. The paint he gave me was very watery and worthless and so it was pretty much a failure. Somehow from there I ended up sneaking around a space ship with a laser gun trying to save someone. I blasted a few aliens and watched a small black kid transform into a red skinned alien. The laser gun slowly lost its juice and started spraying globs of acid everywhere instead of lasers. Woke up back on Earth and none of it came true.
Sara dreamed about winning at a casino so we went on her birthday with a 20 dollar spending limit. I turned a $1.50 bet on a penny slot machine into $46.90 in less than 3 minutes of being there and immediately cashed out. It funded an antique store run for a new camera and some salt'n'pepper shakers for Sara, and also a copy of Tortilla Flat at the library book sale. Two nights of double feature $1 dvds from the movie machine and some nice coffee and cake.
I dreamed that I was at a theater photographing kids for work, while setting up backgrounds and camera stuff I went out to the car to grab something I forgot and when I returned things had changed around inside the place. I climbed a ladder and a little door was opened and Hitler greeted me and motioned to a few signs and asked me to paint them white. The paint he gave me was very watery and worthless and so it was pretty much a failure. Somehow from there I ended up sneaking around a space ship with a laser gun trying to save someone. I blasted a few aliens and watched a small black kid transform into a red skinned alien. The laser gun slowly lost its juice and started spraying globs of acid everywhere instead of lasers. Woke up back on Earth and none of it came true.
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