Thursday, December 20, 2007


Found this on facebook. I don’t remember it being taken at all. Its me and my little sister, and I just saw it as her default facebook picture.

Speaking of facebook, I’m currently playing five games of scrabble, losing two (by a large margin to beth and small margin to chris moriarty). The others are pretty much in the air. Let me know if you want to play. It’s a good system since you don’t actually have to sit down and play like yahoo games, and can just make your moves whenever you’re on.

I think I may have a chance of salvaging my honor in all of them, but if I lose to beth that’s fine, since I’ve decided I’m only having sex with girls who can beat me in scrabble, anyway, from now on.
I’m not having sex with chris no matter how many times he beats me in scrabble. Sorry buddy.

Today I did the dumbest thing I’ve ever done in about 3-5 years of working construction with my dad. True, I just had my final oral surgery today and was still on pain meds and novocain (though arguably that doesn’t do anything but distract me because I’m constantly playing and making silly faces to see if I feel anything) and was just overall out of it, but it doesn’t excuse my idiocy. I was drilling holes to run wire, pretty standard stuff, and after having done a bunch of them, on the second to last one I didn’t think to check my measurements on both sides of the wood. I drilled right into a heating pipe, explosively spraying scalding water all over myself. My dad found the right system to shut it off pretty fast, luckily, and I held a bucket under the pipe, so not much flooding occurred, but it could have been a lot worse. A hundred dollars of damages and me feeling like a total shitstick, anyway.

Amazingly, dad wasn’t angry. He certainly had a right to be. A couple years ago he would have been swearing his head off and in a rage followed by disappointment for hours, perhaps days, but he just said shit happens and we all make mistakes and all that, and was very forgiving. I guess we’ve come a long way, and he’s definitely learned to manage his anger. Still, I felt like I let him down. Everyone screws up on the job sometimes, but it’s different when I’m working for dad, I still feel like I have to prove myself to him. Ah well.

I have to say, working construction in the summer is sometimes a very enjoyable experience. Working in the winter is often hell on earth. I can’t stand wearing 7 layers and trying to do something that requires strenuous motion.

Oh, here’s some pictures of people’s feet on a carpet I took a shine to:

Oh, I suppose if you’d like to see the people that belong to those feet you could.

posted by Ian Aleksander Adams at 9:45 am  

Tuesday, December 18, 2007


Let’s not doomsay for a day and think about young love. Thanks to ali for showing me this site last week.

Please explore this beautiful little website. It warms my little heart.

People often talk of young love or puppy love, naive adoration, etc..
with some sort of disdain. However, I remember my earliest loves fondly,
after all the childish games, fumbling, and silly drama. I think…
there is a purity to young love that I hope to regain, while being mature
enough to appreciate it. Anyway, most of the images on that site have a
similar quality in their aesthetic, a pure film captured naivety. I love it.

posted by Ian Aleksander Adams at 5:36 pm  

Tuesday, December 18, 2007


My doubleplusgood dose of pain releivers just kicked in, so don’t expect this entry to flow correct.

firstly the first: images beth took on my camera, also that bus one from entry previous (back back)

second: update on general situation: here in: massachusetts full stop.

The train ride wasn’t that bad: read four books; sent various text messages; held one sided conversations on radical art; managed to sleep about 12 hours.

It is cold here. I don’t like the cold. Some people may enjoy it, but I will happily live in the tropics or a non-humid hot climate someday. I will not miss snow.

Fourth root canal appointment is done. I was instructed to consume two doses of soma to start, with additional as needed. Dandy!

This past weekend I finished the scans of 150 rolleicord negatives and uploaded them to facebook and flickr. They are there.

This means, for you, daily updates of the photoblog for some time. Hope you like pictures. I do.

but

Thirdelatedly: Photography is not enough. As a medium it is too passive to satisfy me.
In our reproduction-rich snapshot-saturated picture-pooling flickr-fuckfest culture it takes more than a static image to grab people.

Video is a step above (slightly) if it can become “viral.” Not enough, but perhaps, in conjunction with real life acts it may make a small impact.

Idea:

Documentary following well meaning but possibly misguided young artist.
Motivations:
Exterior: Saving the world.
Interior: Saving himself to himself, creating a fantasy where he is the hero (or martyr) making a stand for “the right thing.”

Truth: I would like to have grandchildren.

Truth: My ideal career would be as a diplomat to aliens. Second choice: Space colonist.

posted by Ian Aleksander Adams at 5:49 am  

Monday, December 17, 2007


I want to set the sky on fire and open people’s eyes. If the sky was blood red for a week people would notice the world around them.

Just – Something has to change. Being an artist is wanking while the world goes to shit. I may end up doing radical site specific work and getting arrested.
My dad wants me to wait until I’m out of school at least. Maybe I will.

I’m not smart enough to change things, but maybe I could be good enough to open some eyes.

I feel like I’ve been muttering about revolution my entire life.

Two summers ago, I was in a studio four floors above one of the swankiest districts in manhatten, helping people take pictures to sell thousand dollar handbags,
while a gal on the street corner below us frantically smiled at passersby, while they bravely ignored the plight of the world and her little green-piece of it.

I can’t handle it anymore.

here are some more fake cell phone ads for you to choke on.

posted by Ian Aleksander Adams at 4:59 pm  

Sunday, December 16, 2007


Hey Billy, ably!
I’m so obsessed with little word games now but I don’t even know the rules that I’m playing by, or if there are any.

oh I’m off to massachusetts 10pm sunday, on the train.

posted by Ian Aleksander Adams at 2:11 am  

Friday, December 14, 2007


lunch spot or g-spot. hopscotch hot spot. buss stop supper socks.

fuck
fuck fuck fuck
I need a gallery space right fucking now (large)
and maybe two tabs for later
several canvasses or blank walls
polaroid camera
video camera
two tvs
my childhood drawings
piles of photos
hammer
wood
expanding spray foam (30 cans)
naked body
charcoal
polaroid film (expired)
sketchbook
duct tape
love
assorted bottles
masking tape
pushpins
3 large ornate wooden frames
matchbook
plastic wrap
photo album (family)
two buckets black housepaint
2 cans black spraypaint
assorted brushes
hand sanitizer
bees

posted by Ian Aleksander Adams at 6:44 pm  

Friday, December 14, 2007


Here’s one taken for Sean Leonard’s upcoming short.
I got my uploading working again, so I should be able to get back to daily updates for a bit,
providing I get enough processed out before I leave to go back up north.

posted by Ian Aleksander Adams at 4:12 am  

Thursday, December 13, 2007


posted by Ian Aleksander Adams at 8:42 am  

Wednesday, December 12, 2007


those little moments that seem to stick in your head

posted by Ian Aleksander Adams at 1:39 pm  

Tuesday, December 11, 2007


http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/8/8b/MrBennet.jpg
I’m jus sayin

posted by Ian Aleksander Adams at 2:46 pm  

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