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Geez. Joe Manafo submits a lot of photoblogjammin’ posts. I’m happy about that, though. I hope you are as well. He labeled this set “WTF” which I think means “Waffles This Friday!” — which is a common message people send to one another over the internet in an attempt to build anticipation for a Friday Wafflefest. I may be wrong though, “WTF” might also mean “Waffles Taste Fucking (awesome)”

I spotted this ditty written on a wall . . . WTF?

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The Pixies are offering up more free things. How about a live set from Coachella 2004? Okay.

This post will be stuck up here all week, so scroll down for new stuff. My good friend Jaco Putker has something great to share with you. I’ll let him do the explaining here:

Hallo,

Dit jaar ben ik genomineerd voor de BAS grafiekprijs. De uiteindelijke winnaar wordt bepaald door Het Publiek. Jij dus.
Je kunt online stemmen via deze link:

Klick Hier

Het enige wat je hoeft te doen is:
1. Je naam en email-adres invullen
2. Een naam aanvinken (bij voorkeur die van mij)
3. Op ‘versturen’ klikken
4. Duizend van je beste vrienden, kennissen en familieleden over te halen hetzelfde te doen.

Stap 1, 2 en 3 nemen gezamenlijk 30 seconden in beslag
Stap 4 duurt misschien wat langer. Dat geeft niet, zolang het maar voor 7 november is gebeurt. Deze email doorsturen is een goed begin.

Mijn eeuwige dank,

Jaco Putker

Perhaps Jaco can explain in English . . .

Hello,

This year I’m nominated for the BAS Graphic Arts Price. The final winner is determined by The Audience. That’s you.
You can cast your vote online through this link:

Click Here

All you need to do is:
1. Fill in your name and email-adress
2. Check a name (preferably mine)
3. Click on ‘versturen’ (send)
4. Convince a thousand of your best friends, relatives and aquintances to do the same.

Step 1 through 3 combined will take 30 seconds of your time.
Step 4 might take a little longer. That’s alright. Just as long as it is done before November 7. A good start is forwarding this email.

Thank you very much,

Jaco Putker

Vote now!

I got a few rolls of film back from the lab this week . . . or maybe it was last week. Regardless, these were extra special rolls, as I had believed them to be lost forever. Until I found them in the most random of places. That was nice.

Most of the photo’s are being used for something other than this website, so I won’t be pulling together a Photoblogjammin’ post with them, but here are two leftovers:

Nikon F80.
Fuji 800.
24mm
f2.8 1/30

This was a quick snap I made in Jaco’s studio. He had invited me to over to help out on a day he was making some new screenprinted . . . prints. When I arrived, he had already laid down a number of colours but still had a few to go.

It was fun toting around his space, basically doing anything he needed me to do. I was making some photograph’s along the way and was being rather liberal with my shutter finger as I was headed out to see the Tour de France afterward and had a fresh roll of Illford 400 in my bag — and wasn’t keen on shooting 800 colour film later on.

I love hanging out at Jaco’s, there are more interesting things lying about than you would ever have time to look at.

I was mainly capturing the small knife and the ashtray here. Again, just a simple, quick snapshot.

Exposure not recorded.

This day was a nice day. My Lady Friend and I rode bicycles across what seemed like most of Holland, when really we didn’t leave the Den Haag city limits. We rode around, looked at a bunch of stuff . . . ate some Patats. Ice Cream and ended up at the beach.

It was such a nice day. Hot and sunny and the beach was dead. The weird thing is, even when the beaches are dead, you can still count on seeing a bunch of naked Euro dudes and ladies working on the all-over tan or playing badminton.

Old sun-dried Wangs aside, our little setup here was perfect. Lying in the sand, napping, enjoying some beers and looking at the sea. We stayed like this for awhile.

Of course, the photo I was trying to make here was nothing more than the horizon with a boat and some people off to the side. I looked up, saw it, snapped it. No big deal.

The following is an amusing tale of how the FBI may eventually catch up on your questionable tweets:

“I’m in the airport, and I can’t remember what brought it up exactly, but someone Tweeted something along the lines of “We shouldn’t talk about blowing up things on Twitter.” I replied, “Are you kidding me?” I was being sarcastic, and added “Imma blow up the Pentagon y’all, yee-haw!”

Read the Full Article here.

Bill Ray and writer Joe Bride spent weeks with the Angels on an assignment for LIFE, chronicling bikers and their equally rowdy girlfriends leading lives that — at the time — were as foreign to most of the magazine’s millions of readers as the lives of, say, headhunters in Borneo, or shepherds of the Gobi Desert. “This was a new breed of rebel,” Ray told LIFE.com, recalling his time with the Angels. “They, of course, didn’t have jobs. They despised everything that most Americans pursue — stability, security. They rode their bikes, hung out in bars for days at a time, fought with anyone who messed with them. They were self-contained, with their own set of rules, their own code of behavior. It was extraordinary.”

This 1965 collection of Hells Angels photo’s will be worth your time.

View them here.

I would like to thank Chris from Holland for two thing: 1. Keeping baseball alive in the Netherlands. 2. For tweeting about this Free Pixies EP. — Which I am currently downloading and having not yet heard it, am strongly encouraging you to do the same.

This is like a Bill Mason film, but different.

Flooded McDonald’s from Superflex on Vimeo.

—Via

Jenny is a sweetheart and she has contributed this:

It’s late again,
in utter disdain I make my move for higher ground.
Higher ground being my bedroom.
Stating once again I am a masochist . . .
Not understanding why exactly I do this to myself.
A quick tinkle and I’m off.
just shut off the light.
OOH
Turn the light on.
It sure is dark in here.
I’m not fond of the dark, I’ve been convinced since I was a child that sinister things are lurking there.
So, I begin my ascent.
Trying desperately to get my poor eyes, mind, body
to adjust to the dark.
Sadly it doesn’t work and I leave myself perched and paralyzed there on the stairs.
At this point either going up or down could cause permanent damage or even death, depending on whats really lurking in the shadow of my interior . . . imagination.
Who is counting?
Realizing I can’t step forward, based upon my own irrationality, and, consequently understanding that I can’t spend the night on the stairs.
I close my eyes, turning the tables on perception.
In doing so I fashion the opinion I am no longer climbing the stairs in ‘the dark’ but ‘with my eyes shut’

I needed to make some colour swatches for a project at Page . . . They were for reference only, but I am not afraid to admit they are the coolest things I made all day.