Gonzalez Fight Pictures

Holy shit! I’m a professional photographer! Last night I completed my first gig photographing a light heavyweight elimination bout in San Jose. I made a lot of mistakes but was still able to get a few pictures of which I’m happy. I’m going to write a longer article on the experience so watch the journal entries in the coming days. In the mean time, check out the pictures I put online this morning.

Fight Night

For nearly half a year now I’ve been trying to put my expensive photographic equipment to some sort of semi-professional use. It took dozens of phone calls and half as many e-mails to make this thing happen. And as I sit here in my cube at work with my stomach rolling over on itself, I’m wondering exactly how deep the water I just dove into is.

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Sabbatical Pictures

Yeah, I know it took a very long time for me to get these pictures online. But no good things aren’t worth waiting for. And I’m fairly proud of this first batch. Be sure and read the textual descriptions I added to each image. I’ll probably get another batch of 10 or 20 images online in the next month.

Don’t Like the War?

One of the great things about travelling in Europe was that I was protected from the intellectually corrosive effect of the twenty-four hour news networks. The geographical distance protected me some as CNN seemed to be the only one that regularly made its cross-Atlantic presence felt. But my own attitude provided the less permeable sort of support as I simply ignored the news. But as I’ve settled back into the rut of my mechanical morning pre-work preparations, I’ve been exposed to a dose of the networks’ bullshit. Not a brain-swelling, fatality-inducing sort of dose, but one that is deleterious to my health, nonetheless.

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Account Overdrawn

My body has served as a reservoir of energy and curiosity from which I have generously deducted for the past two months. Each experience subtracted some of that liquid exuberance and replaced it with a diamond memory. As the tank fell to its bottom level and I scraped the jewel-laced dregs in these last few weeks, I have finally come up dry. The account has been overdrawn.

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