Li Wei

Mongolian photographer, Li Wei, has a series called The Earth. In it, the images are shot in different styles, calling on a many photographic influences. And I feel the themes are just as varied: memory, identity, and change. All in all, it's an excellent photographic exploration of home.

There's a lot more great stuff there, if you follow the links above. Hat tip: Asian Photography Blog.

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In these days of isolated convalescing, I've found out, again, that Bon Iver helps.

all day TV

I don't think I've spent this much time in front of the TV since... forever. Here's a list of what I stayed on to watch today:

1. The Pacers-Hawks game. Hawks are a good enough East team to make the playoffs again and easily handled the Pacers. But I have to say, TJ Ford is fearless.

2. The Pistons-Raptors game. Ever since Rip Hamilton was moved back to the starting spot he's always deserved, my Pistons have been winning again. That Antonio McDyess is playing like a 24-year old again is another huge factor. Good game, went into OT, with Detroit finally closing out the slumping Raptors.

3. The Benchwarmers. Rob Schneider movie, ugh, but about Little League, so cute.

4. Ghostbusters. Bill Murray, the 80s, Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man thrashing New York! Yeah!

5. Over Her Dead Body. I was bored and so was Paul Rudd making this movie, I bet.

6. Glory. Matthew Broderick, Morgan Freeman and Denzel are in this Civil War movie. For some weird reason, my brother and I love this movie, even if it feels a bit melodramatic now. But you gotta love the speeches about equality and freedom, and the operatic soundtrack. I think we even have it on video library, in VHS format. We've seen it so many times, we can recite the lines, and I still tear up in the same scenes. Watching it now as I type this. Hold on, they're about to attack Fort Wagner.

So I'm sick again. Apparently when the doctor said bed rest for seven days, she meant it. My mistake for interpreting that as bed rest for seven days but if by day four I feel good enough to work, I'll go for it. So now I get another seven day penalty, plus I'm getting the works: blood test, throat swab, etc.

But it sounds worse than it is. This second round of whatever this is isn't as bad the one I got two weeks ago. Fever's gone after two days. My nodes don't hurt so I can eat real food. In fact I'm craving for sandwiches. The nice type: fresh bread with real meat and good, quality cheese in it. Like the ones on Scanwiches.

HT: the cute swissmiss.

quick plug

Usually March is a month of low cash flow for editorial photographers. Magazines come out with a single issue for the months of January and February, and the checks come out in Feb. No checks for March, and you got to live off your other gigs. But that's cool this year. Because making the covers of two magazines I enjoy shooting for is worth it. Please check out the March issues of Real Living and Travelife at magazines stands near you!

I got goosebumps whenever Ely would say, "We are the Eraserheads." It's like they had never broken up. It freezes the moment and the music for eternity.

Anyway, without the mass hysteria that went with the anticipation of the first but truncated Eraserheads reunion concert, this one still wasn't free of drama. Francis M, who they say was supposed to join the band for Superproxy, passed away the day before. The Eheads gave tribute by playing the first few lines of Kaleidoscope World before segueing into Huling El Bimbo.

Then Ely burned the Sticker Happy piano. On stage, with a whole bottle of lighter fluid and a lighter. So that's it. Let's take our closure from that, friends.

It's on us now, to remember the music, and the moments in our lives. We are the Eraserheads.

PS Hey look, Jazz is wearing our shirt. I could've pissed in my pants.