Farewell, Vox. You always managed to stop just short of being something great.
Farewell, Vox. You always managed to stop just short of being something great.
So Vox is officially closing, after having been on life support for ages.
I wonder how many of the spammers will take advantage of the TypePad importer.
I moved my Vox blog to http://pattisvoxblog.wordpress.com, though I don't expect to update it. Search for Patti Beadles if you want to find me-- I'm very visible.
I just went to Explore / Posts and had a look. Of the last 60 things that were posted, at least 52 were spam. That number might be higher, since I didn't carefully examine all of the ostensibly-legit ones to see if they really were-- if it didn't immediately strike me as spam, I counted it as legit.
Into…
the distance
repose
self
compassion
the depth
the everyday
Six Bay Area photographers draw you in to worlds of contemplation and chaos. Ignacy Zulawski travels into the distance with a cinematic lens, Angelah Limon-Cerri pictures repose in the natural landscape, Yuri Boyko explores the self in serial images, Kevin B. Jones represents plight and perseverance with compassion, Patti Beadles tempts you with the depth of a blossom, and Steve E. Chapman uses lo-fi technology to render the everyday extraordinary.
Using a wide range of techniques in their explorations including camera phones and vintage Rolleiflexes, these photographers approach the image with curiosity and intensity.
Opening Reception June 25, 6-8p.
Exhibit June 25 through July 18. Tues - Thurs: 10a-10p, Fri - Sun: 10a-8p
RayKo Photo Center 428 Third Street, San Francisco CA 94107

image courtesy of Steve Chapman, Blue Tile Special (Archival Pigment Print from an iPhone)
I noticed that my dear friends Pierce Beals and Archibald Speed seem to have had their accounts deleted since I pointed them out last night. Good work, abuse team.
However, there seem to be zillions more. The Google search I mentioned turns up lots of similar accounts. Did anyone check those? Here are a few:
http://haroldallman.vox.com/
http://abelmintz.vox.com/
http://jakejohn.vox.com
http://magnusrainey.vox.com
http://bennettbunker.vox.com/
That's just what I find on the very first page of search results.
Color me both amused and bemused.
I almost never post anything here anymore, though I do check in a couple of times a week. Most of the times that I do, I find that the comments section of my homepage has spam on it. Every now and then, I get a comment notification in my email, always from a spammer.
Right now there are two spam comments on my homepage, both of them several days old. They're from this user and this user.
It should be easy to pick out this spam pattern. In fact, a Google search for "download movies" site:vox.com turns up an embarrassing number of spam blogs, and god only knows how many comments each account has left.
Has Six Apart just given up?
This weekend is the Seattle Erotic Art Festival. I will be showing two of my photos from the Rope:Burn series-- Come Again, and More Please? I will also be attending the show, and will have several pieces of erotic fine art photography for sale in the festival store.
It promises to be a fantastic event, and I'm proud to be a part of it. If you're near Seattle this weekend, come by and check it out!

One of the common conversational themes among some of my friends lately has been how different our lives are than what we'd expected. "If you'd told me when I was 18 that I would be (....), I never would have believed you."
Tell 18-year-old me that I'd grow up to be an engineer, and I wouldn't have batted an eye. It wasn't first on my list-- I was planning to be a nuclear physicist-- but engineer was certainly plausible. Tell me I'd live in San Francisco? I might believe it, but probably not. Weirdos and hippies lived in San Francisco.
Tell me I'd have pink hair? I would have laughed in your face.
I would have never believed that I would have long-term stable relationships with multiple boyfriends at the same time. No way no how. We won't even mention the girls... I was sure I was straight when I was 18-- I liked men well enough, and the word bisexual wasn't even on my radar. "You'll fall in love with a professional dominatrix" fails on at least three counts.
I have no idea what I would have thought if you'd told me that I would be a professional gambler. I was 19 when I played in my first poker tournament, so that one wasn't completely implausible.
I would have never in a million years believed that I would grow up to become a bondage photographer... no way, no how, no sirree. I was a nice girl from St. Louis, and nice midwestern girls just didn't do things like that. We married nice men, moved to three-bedroom two-bath houses in the suburbs, had two kids and a dog, and did the things that society expected us to. We played it safe.
Mmmm hmmm, that's me.
Tonight I find myself sorting through some of the 13,000 bondage photos I've taken in the last couple of years, trying to choose the final three for submission to an art show.
"Hey teenage Patti: when you grow up, you'll spend a couple of days worried about whether you're too extreme for the Kinsey Institute."
And I still can't decide whether to send the safe one or the edgy one.
Republican bites journalist at White House today:

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