This week’s lens/film combo is Bettie XL with BlacKeys SuperGrain.

• This wasn't taken in LA, but here in my hometown, Trois-Rivieres. Not sure who's rich enough around here to get around in an Escalade the size of a bus.
• Place Laurier's food court. Natural light is awesome.
• I was kind of being a whore for Say Mayday in that one. The everyman's emergency trunk stash: extra threads and condoms.
• Shot some pool for the first time in a while this week, at the Crystal Billard Lounge. The waitresses are nice, the beer is inexpensive, the place is generally empty except for a couple hockey poolers and pool sharks, the tables are excessively fast, and best of all, they carry Guinness. A couple of pints and you'll be playing like Paul fucking Newman.
• Who in there right minds would want a truck on chromed out 24" fake splits? Fake splits can fuck off.
• I rediscovered Tim Hortons as a tasty, lower cost alternative to Subway for those times when I don't feel like packing a lunch. Salty, but delicious.

To say that I enjoy working with music would be an understatement. I ADORE working with music, and I like to believe that most of the time, music is what I need to be really productive. Us folks from the internet-induced OCD generation usually have a very short attention span and without music at the workplace I often find myself needing to take a break and think about the last ten actions I’ve done in order to put myself back on track. Putting my iPhone on the speakers seems to solve the problem… but then this too has it’s own share of problems: after a couple of shifts, it seems that you always get the same songs over and over again, even on a 16 gig device, and syncing at home isn’t always an option.

A very full week, once again. I’ve grown tired of shuffling the settings on Hipstamatic, so here you go, everything this week was taken with the Helga Viking / Pistil combo.

• Batinsse qui mouille ca va neyer l'ble d'inde.
• Toujours est-il que ca l'a ete un averse comme qu'on aurait jamais pu en voir de plus grosses. Y moullait, eh qui mouillait! Cala pas d'allure, ca tombait en simonake!
• Fall is coming. I aught to load up some of that Kodak ProColor and shoot some stuff in a National Park or something.
• I suffered from a very serious relapse of geeky stuff. The computer recycling place I go to gave me exclusive rights to all the mechanical keyboards that they get in exchange for all the stuff I bring in. I was happy with my Compaq G80 with Cherry Browns, but I am now the proud owner of a classic Dell Model M (buckling springs) and a Dell AT101 ( black Alps). Non-geeks, don't hate... it's not just a very loud keyboard, it a whole different computing experience.
• Playing with fire...
• ... putting it out like a man.
• Sextuple-world-champ Frank at the beer-pong table. This guy is a menace.
• Vintage auto spottings are pretty rare in Quebec due to the shitty winters, salt, and even shittier roads. This Jag E-Type was mint, probably fresh out of the paint shop or just after a compound by the looks of it. I love the wire wheels.

MacLean’s dropped a bomb lately: an article boldly entitled Quebec: The Most Corrupt Province. The blast was strong, and swept many Quebecois journalists and the population off it’s feet promptly. Opinions are varied, but what we hear most often on the open lines and editorials is the following ridiculous reponse: “How dare those Anglos call us corrupt?”