"Songe D'une Nuit D'emeute"

They're a week late, but here are some photos of our trip to Belgium. Bruges has this whole texture about it, a beautiful run-down, weathered look ... it's hard to describe. I would love to live there, even though it's impossible to find a place to eat at on a Saturday night, awkward.

All That Graffiti

I went searching for a new lens today, and, dismayed at the 240 euro price tag, ended up window shopping along Haarlemmerstraat, instead. I saw some great graffiti, thought, especially this wall on Binnen Brouwersstraat, right before Prinsengracht.

I Turn My Camera On

I dropped off a roll of film last friday at this insanely overpriced shop on Haarlemmerstraat (the one with the big, red, "LEICA" sign). I checked it out even though a few weeks ago, when I asked another shop owner about it, he just grunted, saying, "Nothing in there's under 100 euro." They made good prints though. 

I just picked them up today ... after being really excited all weekend. I'm into them. Plus, after I dropped the roll off on Friday, I finally went into this other photography place -- it's a school -- where I can rent a darkroom. It's really cheap too ... 50 euro for 10 trips to the DOKA (Donkere Kamer -- Dutch for darkroom). Unfortunately, they don't have a full set up where I can process film ... only photo enlargers. I have to get the film processed somewhere else. But, it will be great to mess around with some of the negatives I just got back. 

What else? Oh, yah, my mom came to Amsterdam this weekend. It was a short trip, but we did a lot. On Saturday we rode our bikes north to a small town named Holysloot. There, we ate a pretty delicious, delicious, meal and then made it back to the city in time to check out the Architecture Museum. Sunday we hit up the Van Gogh Museum and had the greatest tomato soup ever at this awesome cafe on the Herengracht.

I hope this was a long enough post for you, Sara, and I'm glad you like the pictures.

Donderdag 19 maart!

I just bought GIRL TALK tkts.

Go Go Gadget One Euro Beer

Wednesday night at "The Containers" is one euro beer night. Which means, twice the beer for half the price ... no wait ... that's not right. Half the beer for half the price? No. Whatever. I'm not good at science, obviously.   

60 % Of The Time, I Blog All The Time

I know. I know. I still have not figured out this whole "blog" thing. Don't even worry about it.

Nights In Tucson

Night driving in Tucson ... that's what's up. I swear, I think I've gunned down River between 10:00 pm and 2:00 am at least thirty times in the last week. Don't even get me started about Swan or Campbell. It's crazy how much driving you do here -- it's like, "you wanna hang out?" 

"Yah. Gimme 45 min to get there ... gotta drive."

The streets are dead at night and the city is so spread out. And when it rains, the asphalt shines in the yellow-orange glow of towering street lights -- moving in and out of focus as the cold air rushes by. River road twists and turns around these lights, through washes and past homes -- right up against the street. The dark mountains loom in the distance ... barely there, yet menacing. Like you can crash into them at any moment even though you know you're miles away. And you keep driving.