jimmi;

Photowhores, I come across them all the time in my line of work. Yet something about them intrigues me. Out of all the social relationships i have uncovered during my very short and drawl life, I have found out that vanity between peers is an attribute found in all who consider themselves part of this new generation of "who gives a fuck just look at me!"
So what spurred the creation of such a fiend. I blame all of those new age movements with all of that bullshit that you are special in your own way, and perhaps the abundance of social networking sites such as Myspace and Facebook. All of these nuances are contributing factors of the extremely ugly persona that is the photowhore.
See all of the photos taken with their own shitty digicam or when they are being the clubrats that they are and bother photographers like me to take 2103823943123 photos of them all end up on some form of public forum. Such as a social online profile, an instant messaging display photo or a blog. Either way they use these photos to promote themselves as a special and 'different' person, as pathetic as that sounds.
So to circumvent this, maybe we should give them an incentive to take photos, such as a threat on their lives or maybe just beat them at their own game. Why dont we all start taking copious ammounts of photographs of ourselves at all times, while we are eating, while we are popping a squat, while we watch a donkey show. This way we rid of their sole motivation of taking the photos in the first place...individuality via annoyance.
But in the end these guys remind me of those people who walk by stores and look at their reflection on the window glass and when glanced at by a store worker they quickly shrug off the exposed self indulgence and try to live with themselves by taking more luvo photos of themselves. Such vanity is beyond my comprehension.

I came across a dead person a few weeks ago. He was a homeless guy who had a heart attack outside my uni. I saw him just as they put the sheet over him. Twas a month of death, considering there were the suicides previously of young men. Everytime i think im going to see a dead person i want to poke them with a stick to find out, but when you see one in real life the surrealness and morbitiy take over you like a nasty std you got from that one girl at the club. Anyways I was told this was the second time someone as died near COFA. The first time was two years ago where another homeless man carked it. This was in the afternoon and he was laying down on the path. However being the artists that cofa produces everyone thought it was a performance piece and thus ignored the poor old guy until the grounds keeper came over and actually checked his pulse. So anyways the moral of the story is if you think someone is dead, poke them with a stick to make sure.




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jimmi;

Photowhores, I come across them all the time in my line of work. Yet something about them intrigues me. Out of all the social relationships i have uncovered during my very short and drawl life, I have found out that vanity between peers is an attribute found in all who consider themselves part of this new generation of "who gives a fuck just look at me!"
So what spurred the creation of such a fiend. I blame all of those new age movements with all of that bullshit that you are special in your own way, and perhaps the abundance of social networking sites such as Myspace and Facebook. All of these nuances are contributing factors of the extremely ugly persona that is the photowhore.
See all of the photos taken with their own shitty digicam or when they are being the clubrats that they are and bother photographers like me to take 2103823943123 photos of them all end up on some form of public forum. Such as a social online profile, an instant messaging display photo or a blog. Either way they use these photos to promote themselves as a special and 'different' person, as pathetic as that sounds.
So to circumvent this, maybe we should give them an incentive to take photos, such as a threat on their lives or maybe just beat them at their own game. Why dont we all start taking copious ammounts of photographs of ourselves at all times, while we are eating, while we are popping a squat, while we watch a donkey show. This way we rid of their sole motivation of taking the photos in the first place...individuality via annoyance.
But in the end these guys remind me of those people who walk by stores and look at their reflection on the window glass and when glanced at by a store worker they quickly shrug off the exposed self indulgence and try to live with themselves by taking more luvo photos of themselves. Such vanity is beyond my comprehension.

I came across a dead person a few weeks ago. He was a homeless guy who had a heart attack outside my uni. I saw him just as they put the sheet over him. Twas a month of death, considering there were the suicides previously of young men. Everytime i think im going to see a dead person i want to poke them with a stick to find out, but when you see one in real life the surrealness and morbitiy take over you like a nasty std you got from that one girl at the club. Anyways I was told this was the second time someone as died near COFA. The first time was two years ago where another homeless man carked it. This was in the afternoon and he was laying down on the path. However being the artists that cofa produces everyone thought it was a performance piece and thus ignored the poor old guy until the grounds keeper came over and actually checked his pulse. So anyways the moral of the story is if you think someone is dead, poke them with a stick to make sure.