I killed 'em, dead. The continuing saga.

Following up with another company that quoted me $400 for data recovery to see if they can handle banged up hardware as opposed to corrupt data. *fingers crossed*

The latest in the case of the broken hard drives

Estimates came back for hard drive recovery to get my nearly 210 gigs of photos back: $700-3900. So...I can either go without paying rent for several months or kiss the idea of ever getting my work back goodbye.

in suspense

I don't know why...because...?

With this comes background

My friend hooked me up with a room in a nice hotel in downtown San Francisco for my birthday. While we were out to dinner, the hotel accidentally delivered bucket of ice containing chardonnay, chocolate, a couple of camelias, a card addressed to Mr. & Mrs. Talarico/Mariscott, and a scroll of how to say "I love you" in 50 languages. We called the front desk but they told us to keep it. I neither partake in chardonnay nor chocolate, but I stuck the flowers in the lampshade and took pictures.

Jack Kerouac Alley, San Francisco

From my birthday, Sunday.

P.S. I suppose I might be close enough to not being pissed off over losing 5 years worth of photographic work to start posting things again.