Sinister: blurry pictures/tigermilk taping

[Pam Berry]

     hi everyone,
     have seen (and deleted, oops) a couple of requests for tigermilk tapes 
     and I think they both might have been people living in the u.s., just 
     want to let anyone who needs it know that I'm still up for dubbage on 
     this side of the world, just e-mail me privately at home 
     (plb at tiac.net). so far, have mailed about 15 tapes out and among some 
     interesting trades have gotten some stellar recipes and an amazing gun 
     that shoots little plastic discs the length of my house. that thing 
     pointed in the wrong direction, well, you know. 
     
     
     also, mark said:
     >So why is everyone sharing pictures that are crap! They're either 
     >blurred, too wet, feet only, wrong type of film - don't think I've 
     >seen a thumb over the lens yet but I'm sure it's coming!
     
     >When I take pictures in real life, if any of the above happen, I tend 
     >to not put them on display in my photo album but hide them away 
     >somewhere.
     
     sorry, must beg to differ here. not that I'm organized enough to 
     actually put my photos in an album (one day!), but I've got scads of 
     them in boxes, drawers, laying around in piles, I've been buying old 
     photos from estate sales and flea markets and stealing them from my 
     relatives for years (that's what they get for leaving them around in 
     boxes and drawers!), and the very best ones are the ones that are 
     unfocused, unposed, thumb over the lens, shadow of the person taking 
     it in the picture, etc.etc....you can tell so much about people when 
     they are snapped unprepared/unposed, and my own pictures mean more to 
     me if I remember that it's blurry because I was laughing too hard to 
     keep the camera still or I was really plastered which will forevermore 
     remind me of something someone told me that night under confidence of 
     drunkness, or I took it too soon because someone was about to walk out 
     of the frame, etc. etc. everything's got a story, and I'm less able to 
     remember it/imagine it if there's nothing from a photo suggesting it.
     
     photos that I take myself (almost always with a polaroid because I 
     don't ever seem to get around to developing the film otherwise) are 
     documents to aid my crap memory. if someone picks up a pile of 
     polaroids on my coffee table, say, from last weekend in new york when 
     belle and sebastian stopped my heart repeatedly (no pictures of that, 
     I'm afraid), I'd rather have to tell them the story of every photo, 
     have them ask me why keith d'arcy is in the way background of a 
     pierogie restaurant at one a.m. making that motion like he's playing a 
     kuzoo, an entourage of chucklers being subjected to stories from his 
     list of anecdotes (an actual list, I saw it), or whatever, than have 
     them look through the pile and say, oh, people I don't know who are 
     staring at the camera. I take those, too, but I'm not embarrassed to 
     have people see the others.
     
     or maybe that's all just a rationalization for my inability to take a 
     good picture but spend so much damn money on polaroid film anyway...
     
     cheers,
     pam
     pberry at washcp.com
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