and like that his epitaph is written. A flourish, a claim, self acclamation. “This is my story… hear my glory” —
HYBRID HIGH BRED HIGH BROW.

Masks and the Masquerade

He got this, he got that, but what is it that he did with them ? The very first roll off the line; what he got was bragging rights. What did his access provide him; what does that knowledge provide you. Did he actually have… does he actually have knowledge? It is good to have a mask made of “others,” providing you an at hand excuse; “I’ve forgotten it all.” punch replay: so what; what does it mean to have forgotten much, what does the forgetting get you, me, them? How will this empty satchel feed the new, the *TC?

Knowing who isn’t knowing how, else I could play drums, fly fighter bombers, replace hearts… If proximity was what mattered, I’d be a billionaire since I talked with several at tables over pizza and plans.

It’s good to have a mask of others providing you’re ready made excuse :I’ve forgotten it all. again so what ; what does this mean now .what does it make ,what does it permit.
You’ll take the bragging rights, like those who have jumped with navy seals. Stacks of empty parachutes.

From the bleachers:

• I’m more into subtle sensitive controls than what I term “artsy/craftsy” effect
• Yeah, I’m not looking for artsy/craftsy… I just sometimes want something a little less-technically-flawless than the exacting perfection of modern lenses.]

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TC *this century/culture. The new digital first users. You call them out for not making wet prints. Okay, how many darkroom prints have you made this century? They were born in the electronic age with seemingly more interest in experiencing some of the mannerism of mechanical photography — without your understanding them.

If you are going to talk down, learn some of the language; enough to toss across the barbed wire.

My guidestar: avoid those avoiders; they are braggarts, word bullies playing bar games