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O' Bedlam!!!
The blog of Photographer Luciano Noble.
Photography is Love.
Love is God.
Photography is God.
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Burger Day Posts (where I try to eat every burger in LA, and write about it!!!!): MMmmmmm
Where I play chess:
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Sites I Like:
Katie West
Laura Taylor
Julia Galdo
The Last Days of Polaroid
Awkwardly Social
Warren Ellis
Grant Morrison
Photography is Love.
Love is God.
Photography is God.
Fund my photographic endeavors:
My website: LOUOBEDLAM.COM
Where I write a lot: the back alley tabernacle
Where I write a lot, in teeny tiny bits:
Where most of my photos are:
flickr
Where you can look at all the photos on this blog:
gallery
Burger Day Posts (where I try to eat every burger in LA, and write about it!!!!): MMmmmmm
Where I play chess:
gameKnot
Sites I Like:
Katie West
Laura Taylor
Julia Galdo
The Last Days of Polaroid
Awkwardly Social
Warren Ellis
Grant Morrison
(Laura, drunk, though less drunk than I, 7.4.09)
We got ourselves a bit sauced during lunch at El Cholo, today. They were serving a one day specialty of watermelon margaritas.
We’d seen it a few days earlier, during another trip to El Cholo.
We like El Cholo.
We also, apparently, like getting drunk. Me, I got drunk off, oh, 1/5th of my margarita. Laura got less drunk off her 3/4ths. Because she is 21, and I am a lightweight.
So endeth my “once every two months” drinking excursion. Back to watching Dune non-stop and talking to some of my favorite people via IM. Oh, and learning castillian.
And frankly, it wasn’t even that good. Too warm, not watermelon-y enough. Strong as a freight train, though!
Next time, back to the blended strawberry margarita. Tastes like candy!
sometimes it’s the 4th of july and one of your favorite two year olds pees on you and that’s just fine because that’s what they do.
So sayeth Ian, so say we all.
Shai’ Hulud!!!!!!
Aw man, this Dune kick has got me alll cuckoo bananas. This is what happens when you’re plugged into the internet. Listen to the soundtrack, watch an extended fan edit, read the wicked long wikipedia entries, glimpse at a pdf of the book.
Think it’s time to go be a 20th century human again. Time to go eat mexican food and leisurely imbibe a watermelon margarita.
(Laurenn, making her “Laurenn” face, 5.19.09)
I like this lady lots, and today is her birthday. So if you see Laurenn in the streets, you go right ahead and put your hand up, shout “HAPPY BIRTHDAY HIGH FIVE!!!” and give her a king hell high five.
Because that would be awesome. And she’s one that deserves awesome high fives on her birthday.
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Everybody’s Gotta Learn Sometimes - Beck
A 330am text woke me up, see. Figured I’d putz around on the internet for a few minutes until I got sleepy again, found myself listening to the Dune soundtrack, and my soundtrack playlist is alphabetical, so next up was the Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind soundtrack, and next thing you know, it’s 457am, and I’m listening to a downer of a Beck song.
The occasional car driving past, pitch black outside, breakfast plans unceremoniously canceled, allergies kicking up, and now Beck’s gotta get all Sea Change era on me.
I’m pulling the plug on this pre-morning wake time. Back to the comfortable oblivion of sleep for me.
