The first time I got my photo taken directly onto tin was at Idapalooza by an old friend I hadn’t seen in years, Dinah DiNova. Years later, when I decided to take up the task myself, she gave me advice I think of probably every time I mess up a plate. Her advice? “Don’t try. It’s incredibly hard and it will take over your life.”
Too late, I’m obsessed. But I’m also absolutely and stunningly in love with Dinah’s work. She’s raising money to finish her project tin, sin & kinship, a multi-year documentation of queers and hobos and anarchists and all the other loveliest people in the US. $100 for a one of a kind 8×10 tintype by her is an absolute steal, too.
Photo is one I took against the 9/11/01 skyline of Manhattan.
Here’s a joke I learned today:
Q: What’s the difference between a dairy cow and 9/11?
A: You stop milking a dairy cow after ten years.
I don’t know, I don’t really have anything deep or interesting to say about 9/11. It sucked, what the US did in response sucked worse. The last decade was kind of like watching two people you hate fight, really, though the way that they seemed to be fighting was competing to see how many unaffiliated people they could kill. Therefore, the US won the shit out of the war.
Best cooking show ever. As my friend said to me when she sent me the video, “Holy fuck I love being vegan.” I admit I was really surprised it didn’t come from Portland, Oregon. Just seems like the land of black metal vegans, maybe just because I used to live with one there.
There’s got to be a way to do this without so much sugar though.