...And by Meh I mean interesting enough to shoot a dull photo of, but not interesting enough to have blogged about before. I hope that the dullness of these photos has more to do with the meh-ness of the subject material and my inexperience with a fancy new camera than it does with my overall picture taking ability. Though the fancy new camera excuse can only hold so long... I just got done taking a digital photography class at the local night school / Vocational Tech institute. And surprisingly, the Vo-Tech school uniform is NOT actually jeans, Metallica T-shirt, jean jacket and tan workboots. Which really surprised me because I wound up being the only one in class who was prepared for that eventuality.
ANYway, I learned some good stuff in the class, but I still have a lot of practicing to do. None of these pictures display any sort of new knowledge, however. I think I've gone backwards, if anything. One of my Meh trips was to Colonial Beach, VA a few months back. I know, I know KC, I should've called. But I was only there for a night, I had to work, and I just had time to make a quick run to GW's birthplace before heading home.
GW is a hero of mine, by the way. I got all teary eyed while walking around his family's estates and read stuff about him and everything. He could have been King of America, you know. The people were madly in love with him, and they didn't really understand this newfangled business of elections and Democracy and all that rubbish. Had he wanted, he could have retained power easily after his 2nd term, and the people would have cheered. But, he willingly stepped aside, as the political geniuses of the time had seen was a necessary step in not having power rest for too long in the hands of any one man, and set the stage for a Democratic political experiment that appears to have succeded until the 1950's when J. Edgar Hoover ruled the world with a gay iron fist. Just because Democracy has finally failed in the end doesn't mean that our Founding Fathers weren't awesome, and GW had the manliness required to turn his back on power; hence the teary eyes.
Also, I went to Cleveland the other week. Cleveland seemed to have a nice vibe, however the only cool thing there that I got to do was of course the Rock And Roll Hall of Fame.
Cleveland may very well be the birthplace of Rock-n-Roll, or at least, birthplace of the term Rock-n-Roll, but Cleveland overall does not, in fact, rock. And the Hall of Fame? Check this crap out!
I'm sorry, but "no photography" is not very rock-n-roll. I wanted in the worst way to get a shot of John Lennon's Sgt. Pepper uniform, Bootsy Collin's crazy shoes, and Elvis' purple cadillac. And Janis Joplin's painted porsche. And that wack wardrobe Hendix liked to sport.
Actually, there was a lot that was not very rock-n-roll about the place. Run-D.M.C. is getting inaugerated this year. Why? Because they did a song with Aerosmith? Nirvana hasn't even been included in that prestigious list yet. But Nirvana does have a signifigant presence in the museum, however. They pop up in videos and exibits here and there, but this is also very un-rock-n-roll because I didn't see one single mention of the Pixies, whom Kurt Cobain freely and reverently admitted to ripping off. If the Pixies don't wind up in the Hall, that place is a joke. But The Velvet Underground and The Ramones were there, so that's good. But perhaps the most un-rock-n-roll thing about the whole place was the presence of several Guitar Hero kiosks. Guitar Hero is the Anti-Christ of Rock-n-Roll. (I did not take this picture. I lifted it from the interwebs. "the interwebs", as a term, is beginning to irritate me. So that is officially the last time I will ever say it.)
Also, I just got back from Detroit. I drove through Grosse Pointe and other suburbs of Detroit on the way to the airport. I didn't get any pictures, mostly because I was too scared to get out of my car. And I used to live in Baghdad, folks.