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JJ Diamonds Channels Cali (Sabina/Beto/Lalo '81)

I asked for some carrot and he gives me this instead. You know this young man, the self-made writer who started humbly (but wholeheartedly) in Poughkeepsie as an intern at the Poughkeepsie Journal...from chicken wangs and bbq sauce to boulud and amuse bouches...it's all the same, really, but he can describe it MUCH better than you or I...JJ and I have a happy jade garden that we tend to as much as possible, given the nature of this year for me... There is a photo of Pop, Sabina, and Beto holding a knife and cilantro in Colombia in 1981. The three of them are beautiful Borjas / siblings / disconnected/ connected only by blood it seems / and thousands of photos. Pop is wearing a red shirt in the photo, and all three have hair blacker than jet.

LA PIDGE STREET (for those who know my SF haunts...)

On a bench in 2005, I sat waiting for...absolutely nothing. Hmm. Apparently it was spring (no shoes or I am uncouth) and apparently this pigeon is a true city dweller...unflinching, brave...I ain't scared of your big ass foot! Get off that bench and kick me, I double dare you!!! So I guess I just took a photo instead of getting up. Wow, must have been one rrrrrrrrrrrreeeally productive year.

Where's Wanda?!

I remember that when I took this photo in 2005, I was so utterly pleased with myself that amidst the monochromatic distraction of the grey white and black leaves, there could be found a grey black and white face of a woman, sitting about 30 feet beyond the bush...street photography this was not! I might as well have been in a hitchcock movie, with a broken leg looking out a window with my binoculars.

JJ Diamonds: A Girl's Best Friend

ROSA (de Puebla) HENRY (de Manhattan)

Hemos comenzado.

In a play room on 86th and Broadway on a rainy day, there are any number of little bobbleheads wandering around in their overalls and striped socks while their nannies congregate around them, taking quick breaks for conversation or discipline. Today I met Rosa and Irma, who care for Henry and Sara, respectively, and I remembered all over again why I wanted to do this 'project.' Rosa and Irma are both from Puebla. I am invited to their house for dinner so we can discuss the why and the what about this job called mothering, errrrr, nannying...

Amateur Hour with Yours Truly (for Phil Breezy)(take 2)

...my baby sister, because he loves children, for one Phil Breezy...the NEWEST READER OF THIS BLOGGINS! she, too, is english...supposedly...he told me himself, that he's reading, and not just that he's taking a piss, and other stereotypical English slang. Breezy is actually 'BROWN,' but since he's landed in Brooklyn/New York and in my general circumference he is now Phil Breezy. Breezy is Boogie's intern, aaaaaaaaaaaand that's about it. No no no no, he's much more. He is a passionate but under-the-radar SARDONIC type who gets a kick out of me re-learning everything I should have learned a long time ago (film processing, raw files not jpgs, etc.). I get a kick out of it, too. It's like I was always only concerned with one thing: me and the image---riiiight, that's two. Breezy is a black and white dude; a classicist...of the proud, stubborn kind, the best kind really...he falls into the fortressed / intelligent / independent camp...If he saw my room he would have a hernia. And if I saw his room, I would marvel and wax envious at the organization...impeccable.