UP XXXVI

Well, another week, another megabyte of data to be housed in Utah.

I read about the NSA thing in the March edition of Wired last year, and was very disturbed that my information would be gathered like fish at a stream, stored, and analyzed for god-knows-what.

UP XXXV

This week has been one of lighter content, although to those in Oklahoma and Missouri, it's a horrible ending to a bad week.

UP XXXIV

What a week, guys.

On Tuesday, tornadoes ravage Moore, the town that was heavily destroyed by a F-5 tornado back in 1999.

The Archenemy Cometh, Giveth, and Taketh Away

My friendship with M&C has turned very close.

We can be quite frank around each other and not be put off  by what we say. When they invited me out yesterday, I thought it'd be just another window-shopping trip. We'd look at the lamps and say, "Oh yeah, this lamp with that shade" or "This would go great in my room."

UP XXXIII

What a weekend. So heartfelt.

Thirty-three/ Thirty-three/ Let me sue you for copyright infringement-ee

Don't. Fair Use, guys. 

Tunnels

Tunneling your way to my heart

In early May, I got in touch with an old high school friend of mine, Blake.

After some computer repair, we got to talking, and he let me photograph him a few days later. Since then, we've been hanging out, and the day after the photo shoot, I went out with some of his friends.

Hero Flux

Rated 18-S for sexually-explicit content

This past Thursday, I did another practice shoot with Blake.

An hour into the shoot, his friend, whom I'll call "B", joined us and we left to a park. An hour-and-a-half later, with gnats and mosquitoes biting, we went back to Blake's.

UP XXXII

What a week, huh?

They found those girls in Cleveland, people are angry at the burial of the older Tsarnaev brother in Virginia, and a kid from a suburb in Dallas tells his teacher off?

UP XXXI

Another late one.

Finished this thing early for once, but I got sidetracked hanging out with friends late into the night.

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Around 7:30, I got a text from Mike and Cynthia wondering if I'd like to go to a park. Juggling their offer and someone else's I chose them.

They arrived promptly and we left around 8 PM, listening to a mix tape I had made with my stereo.