October 16, 2009
Phil
I bought some film — and batteries — and headed out to the farmers’ market yesterday with my old Nikon. If I can find a place to process them properly, I’ll let you know how it turned out.
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I bought some film — and batteries — and headed out to the farmers’ market yesterday with my old Nikon. If I can find a place to process them properly, I’ll let you know how it turned out.
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Deron, sorry for my tardiness in finding this. I hope it worked out okay. Not seeing is good for the confidence in my opinion. I hope this goes up okay as I am using cups and string.
no worries, Phil.
are you in Crete?
Phil, let me know when you’re in Crete over the winter. If I’d be welcome I’ll come visit for a few days and steal your Leica.
Deron, yeah, here for 2 weeks.
Lucy, if you were closer I’d happily let you play with it as I haven’t shot 35mm in a few years now – I worry that she is feeling a little neglected. I think there has been a film in her for at least 3 years, perhaps longer.
That’s a long time to be pregnant. Well if I was around, we’d get that baby out of her, and I’d take her into town and show her a good time. This reminds me of an old Memphis blues musician who came up to me after a gig of his and offered to take me out. “We go out together, I’ll spend $300, we’ll have a good time. I’ll spend $300″, he told me. Ok, so I’ll take her out, get her knocked up a few times over, then put her back on your shelf, Phil. Phew.
I’d happily marry her but I think you’d need some kind of a dowry.
Phil, I think it dreadfully inconsiderate that the person who is making free wi-fi available to the thieves of Kritsa does not maintain a rapid and reliable connection.
Cretan honor is at stake. Slow, clunky connections do not make Crete look good in the eyes of the world.
The men need to gather at the taverna for a sort of village council while the women sit off to the side and mutter amongst themselves.
If this disgraceful situation persists, Brits and Germans will cease to buy real estate!
Do have a word with your estate agent and the fellows down at the taverna.
P.S. Lucy. Did you take him up on it? $300! Damn, girl! $300 the man was fixing to spend!
If I had, everything might be different now. I might be a housewife in a shotgun house in Memphis, with a husband 50 years older than me, slyly licking my lips every time the postman comes by. Yee. Haw.
Mighta put a little kick in his rendition of the Mean Woman Blues.
Well, don’t forget: The postman always rings twice. Even in Memphis.
Especially in Memphis.
I like Memphis.
The iceman. The milkman. The vegetable man.
The policy man.