Wednesday, 2 January 2008

Life... First day of 2008...

I woke up with a bit of a hangover on a kitchen floor today. Everybody had left and it was about 3pm. I went for a stroll to snap some pictures in that bit of the city that limits with the countryside. Two years ago none of those buildings existed here in Fuengirola. Oh, and I played Guitar Hero with a goth chick last night as well. I only hit the right notes in Slayer when banging my head.

And now later on I went on search of a cigar but I didn't find any. They don't seem to sell them in supermarkets. Laws seem to be changing in Spain. The reason for a cigar was not only the lack of one last night, but the results of the David Alan Harvey Fund for Emerging Photographers. I managed to get my name into the list! I am looking forwards to see what it ends up looking like, and upload some shots when the pictures end up in some gallery.





Fuck, I have no funny, sarcastic, dry, cynical or very tongue in cheek words to add...
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6 comments:

  1. Anonymous2 January 2008 at 00:31

    congratulations on getting your name on the list

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  2. G.2 January 2008 at 10:58

    Actually, not everybody had left. The bedrooms were full! I got up at four o'clock to face the inevitable disaster of my living room...

    Congrats on the list. Best of luck.

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  3. aNaY2 January 2008 at 11:44

    Congratulations!!!! Such a good start for this year! Well done, Joni! Yeah, yeah, yeah, you are one of the best! And I'm really looking forward to seeing your essay ;) Happy New Year!!!!

    Woke up on a kitchen floor? jajajaja!

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  4. Anonymous8 January 2008 at 00:02

    Very good stuff. You put a lot of work into this. It's well deserved.

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  5. J. Karanka8 January 2008 at 00:18

    Thanks guys! I had never tried kitchen before. The other day a friend of mine fell asleep sitting on the toilet.

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  6. VMGB8 January 2008 at 19:50

    :( Me he quedado con las ganas de ir esta noche al Pig´n´Whistle. Esas pintas a uno cincuenta... Aaarf. Buen viaje, tío, a ver si nos volvemos a ver pronto.

    Ah, ¿te dejaste tú el libro o fue Alberto? :O

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