Why I Love Hipstamatic

Do you have an iPhone? Do you agree that the iPhone's camera is a bag of dicks? Let me whisper one word into your ear: Hipstamatic. The Hipstamatic app transforms your iPhone camera into generating faux-vintage and fake-ass-retro shots. Yes, that's right. I have become a HIPSTAMADDICT.

And Lo, The Angels Did Command: “Ponder The Nerdtivity, Or We’ll Go Shithouse On Your Ass”

Seriously. The angels said it. They screamed it. It belched from forth their mad bodies in great plumes of fire — electromagnetic waves radiating from their thousand nipples did besiege my poor human mind, so incapable, so frail, and I was forced to kneel and do as the lunatic angels commanded. That’s right. We’re not talking the “harps and fluffy wings” angels. We’re talking some Ezekiel-level trip out. Whirling disks and a thousand eyes. A hundred limbs and endless teeth. Those kind of angels. Brr. As for “go shithouse on... Read The Rest →

Itty Bitty Cities: The Microcosm Of Macro Photography

Why macro? Someone asked me that this weekend at my high school reunion. They’d seen my images, my photostream — a high school reunion these days is essentially just “Facebook Live!” — and they asked, “Why macro?” I found myself providing the easy answer: “I… don’t know!” I know how I got into it. When my wife and I got married, we were trying to have a sensible and small gathering, in part to control costs, in part just so we could remember the day and not be crushed beneath... Read The Rest →

Photography For Writers

It sounds silly. “Photography for Writers.” It’s like, “Knitting for Zookeepers,” or “Dancing for Gunmen.” And yet, here I am, feeding you baby birds my wisdom. Ground up in my meaty gizzard and regurgitated into your eager mouths. You may have noticed that I tak pitchers wid my camera. I have a Flickr photostream, and there I deposit an unholy number of images, some good, many less than good. At present, I have almost 2500 photos up, with almost 700,000 total views. Well over half my shots are macro shots,... Read The Rest →

Pimp My… Uh, Index Page

I know. I’m not supposed to use the word “pimp,” because it implies I want you to beat prostitutes or something. Please, do not beat prostitutes. Unless they attack you first. They travel the grasslands in packs, and sometimes, they get bitey. I put up a new index page at terribleminds[dot]com. It looks like this, just in case you’re too lazy to click over there: Do you hate it? You probably hate it. I can already see some things about it that I don’t like. It’s a bit busy, for... Read The Rest →

My Photostream Brings All The Boys To The Yard

Cheers, all. My photostream just ding‘ed over at Flickr to 100,000 views of the stream itself, and 650,000 views of photos in total. I got into photo-snapping not because photography had ever interested me. It didn’t. It was an arcane mystery, an occult language. Then, an interesting thing happened: I was able to dupe a lovely lady into marrying me (my hypnosis over her still holds strong!), and in the process of planning a small, toned-down wedding, we decided that it would be silly to hire a photographer. Wedding photographers... Read The Rest →

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