Do you have photos of moments in your life that make you cringe? I have a handful of them, particularly from my early 20s, when I was searching for a path out of Texas. I had moved beyond my flashy New Wave days of makeup and big hair into a strange hybrid uniform of 1940sContinue reading “The Naked Time”
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My Best Friend, Baxter.
I love my best friend, Baxter; a boisterous, and unique tuxedo cat who had been adopted and returned twice before we met through Best Friends Animal Society. Soon after our meeting in 2011, we had our photo taken by Nick Carranza at an Awkward Pet Photos holiday event. This video is a compilation of photosContinue reading “My Best Friend, Baxter.”
Call & Response – Painting in New York
I am looking at older paintings and laughing at just how forlorn they are! It was a moody, introspective time in my life. Through my paintings, I was attempting to make something sincere that reflected my depression and acted as the visual equivalent of the melancholy synth-pop music that I love. Ten years later, IContinue reading “Call & Response – Painting in New York”
Always.
Odo – When you return to The Link, what will become of the entity I’m talking to right now? Changeling – The drop becomes the ocean. Odo – And if you choose to take solid form again? Changeling – The ocean becomes a drop. Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, “Behind the Lines” I. I fellContinue reading “Always.”
It’s a Wonderful Life
I tried to write today, but I was feeling low and nothing was happening so I headed to a thrift store on Pico. After surveying the block, I discovered a small store I had never noticed before, which had several racks of men’s suits in the back. I was combing through them when the ownerContinue reading “It’s a Wonderful Life”
The Hunger – Bauhaus and the Endless Void of Teenage Depression
I. I peer into the depths of a black tarp, loosely stapled across a makeshift wall. There is a constant hustle of people shuffling past as they rush to cobble together a haunted house for this elementary school carnival within 24 hours. By my side is David Johnson, a great neighborhood friend. I’d invited himContinue reading “The Hunger – Bauhaus and the Endless Void of Teenage Depression”
Estate Sales – Where the Dead Can Dance
I didn’t realize that I would have a problem when I wore the dead man’s shirt to the goth club. When I first saw it at the estate sale, the black button-down was perfectly folded and stored in a withered dry cleaning bag, with the ancient identification tag looped through a starched buttonhole. Lifting itContinue reading “Estate Sales – Where the Dead Can Dance”
Super 8 Home Movies Project #2
After a recent trip to Texas, I returned with a suitcase overflowing with Super 8 films from my childhood. Most of this footage ranges from the late 1960s through the 1970s. My goal is to regularly post about a random film, along with related memories prior to watching it. I will follow this with myContinue reading “Super 8 Home Movies Project #2”
Super 8 Home Movies Project #1
On a recent trip to Texas, I returned with a suitcase overflowing with Super 8 films from my childhood. Most of this footage ranges from the late 1960s through the 1970s. My goal is to regularly post about a random film, along with related memories prior to watching it. I will follow this with myContinue reading “Super 8 Home Movies Project #1”
Summit Bars and Other Strange Things
I was recently digging through a few old storage boxes when I discovered a package I had sealed away in 1983. At the age of 15, inspired by an article about time capsules in the Houston Chronicle, I placed a Summit candy bar into a Ziploc bag, which I then wrapped in a bundle ofContinue reading “Summit Bars and Other Strange Things”
Jeff Gauntt-Quiceno 