Category: Moblog (archives)

Created with the “pencil sketch” filter on my keitai’s graphics app. The original photo was too dark to see, really. I upped the contrast and applied the filter…. Voila! Nana’s hands, BTW.

My cousin Nana. Resident of Asuka Mura. No, I will not “hook you up.”

This was a good photo to try my keitai photoshopping skillz on. This is my cousin Tate shortly after a Cuervo shooter. Tate’s dad, my uncle Takatoshi, is the head minister of a church in Nara, and it seems Tate is under a lot of pressure to get his act together… He has a younger sister and brother, and I take them out as often as I can.
Hell, we met some relatives in Kyoto for the first time last month… Aw crap I just realized that whatever I write here will be overshadowed by the photo.

The original, untouched version of this photo was not a keeper. Several thumb taps later, it became what you see here. Spooky with a Gothic kinda tip, a keeper in my book – if you can stand to look at it long enough to recognize the subject, that is.
Got it?
Hint: It’s a girl praying to god for me to stop running around taking pictures like a wired monkey, or for Armageddon, whichever can be arranged sooner, justpleasepleasehurrymakehimstopmakehimstop…

Kohei did not believe me when I said that a genki drink called “Tough Man” has a pair of balls on the bottle. Drink it and weep, I say. I am just guessing that this company took a pretty hard hit when they legalized Viagra in Japan.

Wow! This photo really came together well considering that the only illumination was the flame from my lighter (set to medium) and indirect reflections of the 8-ball clock off the wall they were facing. The original color photo came out well, but I like the monotone better. I admit that I staged this shot and had them pose for it – but it looks like a natural bar scene to me. I’m simply amazed this was possible with my keitai cam.

The 8-ball clock at Bill’s Bar shines a soothing light over all who enter. Chris found it at a second hand store when he was redoing the bar a couple years ago and knew it would be perfect for the new look he had in mind. In retrospect – props, man.

Taro officially ranked out at around 4 in the morning even after promising to make it out all night. In anticipation, I created ballpoint-on-napkin art in honor of his whippedness. Then I set fire to it on an ashtray which is what I captured here. Reminds me of the Pearl Jam song “Jeremy” for some reason.

A psychedelic tin of candy drops as seen through my eyes after downing a Spirytus shotgun. 192 proof, baby.

At Bill’s Bar. I kinda went aggro with this keitai camera and took pictures semi-continuously for a few hours, recharging the phone in short bursts when necessary (BTW this is a good way to wear out a rechargeable battery).