Photos I took while thinking of Steven Shore on the central coast:

What a terrible place the internet is. Combining the worst traits of a colicky baby, a messy desk and a joke-cracking uncle with the chicken-shittedness of anyone who ever donned a mask and the petulance of the meanest girl in your junior high, “Web 2.0″ or 3.0 or beyond have (of late) had for me all the appeal of a stripmall. Under the rubric of “social networking” I’ve hurt feelings and had my feelings hurt. Under the rubric of “art” I’ve wasted my own time and other …