Dude... Killer Seaweed

Dude... Killer Seaweed A $12 waterproof disposable and a swim in your local ocean will produce images like these— and stares from people wondering why some shark-beckoning 'tard is out there alone, splashing around with a bright green camera.

The Only Thing We Overlook Is The Ocean, or so the marquis claimed at a Melbourne, Florida hotel where I stayed this week. The sound of the waves had an uncanny resemblance to the white noise machine in my bedroom back at home.

Above The Waist you can find all kinds of good stuff. Sorry, I already used the "shooting up" title, which was far more clever. Anyhoo, reflections are like looking back in time; if only for a nanosecond (rounded up).

Infrared Film Is Creepy It's fine for park benches or a cemetery here and there, but don't use it on people you love.

Hell Cab is the name of a play, but also describes what it's like to ride in many of the Little, Yellow, Deathtraps in this city. Today, a cabbie tried to convince me that he'd have to take an alternate (longer) route, because the city had removed the road I'd asked him to take.

Like Crashing Cymbals or a seal clapping its fins, I used two disposable cameras I bought at Walgreens (two for $6!) to see what would happen if I shot both sides of a friend's head at the exact same moment. Nothing much happened, really. And oh, there is a picture of Jodie, too, who visited me for the weekend. Nothing much happened, really.

Continue To Breathe Normally Dusk at 30,000 feet was remarkably different than on the ground, which was blanketed in thick gray clouds. Light so warm, I wanted to eat it. Or maybe I was just still hungry after having gorged on that bag of five peanuts they give you.