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The reason I’ve been so busy updating my images and archives (both at home and online) is that before now I never had a proper filing system in place for managing my photographs, invoices, model releases, etc. I just kind of made folders and tried to remember where I put them. If something needed keywords, I would almost always forget until the last minute. So those always went into a JPEG or TIFF file, but never into the original RAW one. I’ve spent the past few years just creating more work for myself. So that’s what these past few weeks have been about. Organizing my life. Putting everything in its right place.

I know this is a pretty boring and arguably pointless post, so here’s a little bonus link for my new favorite Mac application: NameChanger. I like it so much, I’ve been renaming pretty much everything on my computer. To a fault. What’s tickles your technological fancy?

Get Eclectic/Inspiration, Please!

It’s been something of a brutal week/weekend. But now I’ve got the next two days to sit at home and contemplate the walls. I’ll also be working on some design projects and trying to get back in the swing of things regarding my personal photography. I’ve let a lot of my intentions fall by the wayside. Too much other work and laziness. Time to change that. I’ve even given myself an assignment to photograph these five random words (chosen from a random word generator): Shove, Acute, Option, See, Abbreviation. That should be something fun to get me out of the house and walking around tomorrow.

The photograph above is in honor of the electricity bill I just paid: about $30 with someone home most days during one of the hottest month’s of the year. Fantastic. I’m a big fan of my new apartment. Though there’s still August.

Everything is Eventually Illuminated

I’m back in Hanoi now, swamped in work and editing and personal projects that I’m trying to get off the ground. It was a strange trip to Saigon. Surreal. Like a really long drive with no one at the end to talk to. And then the return. Now life goes on.

I’ve been updating all of my social networking sites, which is about as exciting as it sounds. Pretty soon I’ll have all the links on the sidebar, so if people want to see the inane things I Twitter, the castaways I Flickr, the light I stalker or the sets I Behance, well, soon you’ll be able to. I don’t know what it all means. I’m also working on a huge overhaul of my Photography Archives. There’s time for all of this stuff somewhere, I just need to find it. Then I’m trying to get some writing and images together to apply for grants in 2010. And I’ve decided that one of my new goals (in celebration of the 10th anniversary of my 20th birthday) is to write a novel. Not a long or good one, obviously. Just your standard everyone-does-it-once-in-their-lives kind of novel. So that’s going to be fun.

Who’s Afraid of the Big Bad Blog?

There’s not much to say here that hasn’t been said already. If you’ve come from the archives of my old blog then you fairly well know what to expect (or what not to expect I guess, depending on your politics). Really I just felt like things needed a slight change. A different venue. New clothes and all. Unfortunately this doesn’t reflect any larger change in my life or the universe or anything else. Sometimes a new blog is just that. A new blog. So update your links. I’ll continue to double post on both sites for the next few weeks probably, all the while leaving behind constant reminders to come here instead.

From Swerve of Shore is dead; long live the new From Swerve of Shore. It’s so much prettier over here anyway, don’t you think?

Excerpts as Introductions

“I will tell you what I will do and what I will not do. I will not serve that in which I no longer believe whether it call itself my home, my fatherland or my church: and I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defense the only arms I allow myself to use, silence, exile, and cunning.”

James Joyce, from A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man