New Lens

Back in January I picked up the The Canon EF 70-200mm f/2.8 L IS USM lens and then everything changed for me. At least visually.

I Mite.

Alright so you’ve got scabies. The hard part is over and that’s admitting to yourself that there’s a tiny animal embedded in your skin whose poop makes you
itch. Now you’re wondering, how do I get rid of them? Piece of cake. Your doctor can prescribe you a cream which you rub all over your body, from head to toe. Do it overnight because you have to keep it on for a good twelve hours, although I recommend twenty-four.

With the cream on, wash all your clothes in searing hot water and dry them in super-hot air. Anything you can’t wash (pillows and the likes) you should put in a plastic bad, tie it up nice and tight and leave for three days. Mites can’t survive without food for more than that.

After that, voila! -you’re not a filthy degenerate anymore. Congratulations! Oh and don’t expect the skin irritation to completely disappear, rather, give it a day or two to completely subside. And get off your high horse, all it takes a nap in the wrong bed, like let’s say, at the bottom of the Grand Canyon to contract them.

The Road

My Love

I have a beautiful girlfriend. I mean utterly gorgeous. And I won’t stop there, she’s brilliant. The only thing my talent comes second to, is hers.


She just had a birthday and I can’t stop thinking about her.

love love love, sweetheart.

Straight Talk

by b.b. cakes

Eddie Mars: Convenient, the door being open when you didn't have a key, eh?
Philip Marlowe: Yeah, wasn't it. By the way, how'd you happen to have one?
Eddie Mars: Is that any of your business?
Philip Marlowe: I could make it my business.
Eddie Mars: I could make your business mine.
Philip Marlowe: Oh, you wouldn't like it. The pay's too small.

Film Noir came to be around the mid 1940s or ‘50s in the form of Hollywood Cinema. They say it has strong roots in German Expressionist films, which, if you think about it is kind of odd considering it’s called Film Noir. Anyhow, maybe it’s this obvious shirking of its duty to pay some homage to the French, or the dearth of actors with anything-but-alabaster skin, but I never really got into this genre of film -- or literature.

General Sternwood: Do you like orchids?
Philip Marlowe: Not particularly.
General Sternwood: Ugh. Nasty things. Their flesh is too much like the flesh of men, and their perfume has the rotten sweetness of corruption.

So I think a great idea of a new genre of fiction would be detective capers that have only people of color in them. It makes sense really, when you think of it. Who better than brown and black people to solve crimes -- I mean, we’re the ones committing them, right? Might as well capitalize off the stereotype and innovate a new genre of movies & literature. And I’m not talking the Ice-T sidekick in Law & Order neither.

General Sternwood: How do you like your brandy, sir?
Philip Marlowe: In a glass.

Several things would have to change though:
1.) The films couldn’t be in black and white, for obvious reasons. The heroine’s pale, ivory-like skin wouldn’t exist to inspire lust in the hard-boiled detective. Hmm…how to solve this?
2.) Vice of choice couldn’t be alcohol; while brandy is delicious, it’s not what we do.
3.) The constant verbal banter and metaphorical language would frustrate the hell out of us. We believe in straight talk.

Carmen Sternwood: You're cute.
Philip Marlowe: I'm getting cuter every minute.
Carmen Sternwood: Is he as cute as you are?
Philip Marlowe: Nobody is.

And our version of exotic might be a little different.

Carmen Sternwood: You're cute. I like you.
Philip Marlowe: Yeah, what you sees nothing, I got a Balinese dancing girl tattooed across my chest.

Overall, I think we could do a pretty good job of carrying out the vision that Raymond Chandler had when he was chronicling his protagonist’s discovery of Los Angeles’ underbelly. It might be a bit more colorful and the crimes & crime-solving process a bit more straightforward, but we could definitely pull it off. My only question is, would people pay for a $60 bus tour and listen to a guide all day long to admire our dark brilliance? Perhaps if there was gelato involved.