This week's digiCam update.
This week's graffiti project.

Not too much as far as photos go this week, I haven't been in town for about a month and a half so I spent this weekend with my son.

She's cute, naked and wrapped in plastic...
what more could you want?
click (NWS)

Pic o' the week!
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Keep in mind that, although I slept today, I'm still tired as shit. I wrote the following before dinner, in a notebook. You get to read the current—grammariffic—draft while I get to do something else.

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This week's digiCam update.
Last week's digiCam update.
This week's graffiti project.

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Pic o' the week - Happy Birthday!
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I usually select a BotN on their attitude, the way they stare down the camera or the way they hold themselves. They are girls in their full form, in all their complexity, wickedness and sensuality. Whatever facets there are to this girl, they are not really apparent, except for one: she has the god damn finest bum I've ever seen. Click (NWS -- I guess she is technically safe for work but I think you'll have a hard time explaining this to your boss)

Smile motherfucker!
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If a girl is this comfortable with her own naked body outside, imagine what she will be comfortable doing in the safety of her own bedroom? Click NWS

Pic o' the week! - It might gross some of you out, but it's intriguing to me.
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I will be in Phoenix today and Seattle this weekend. If you live in these parts, shoot me an e-mail.

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This week's digiCam update.
This week's graffiti project.

Some do it for pleasure, some do it to escape - me, I just want to sleep. Hell a couple hours would be nice but it's nearly impossible with sharp pains going off at random intervals. The one thing I adore about these early hours is the ability to just dim my office lights, open my window and just drift to the sound of the city's heartbeat. The light breeze caresses my skin and the trains off in the distance are as calming as holding someone whom you love while they sleep. I think I am going to disconnect and watch the sun rise. I hope everyone is well and as always thanks for the continued support – keep the word of mouth alive.

P.S. To my brother, here are some photo's from this year's venture into the underbelly of the desert, I wish you could have made it this year. (Not work/school/kid safe)

P.S.S. If you consider yourself a personal friend and you haven't talked to me in a bit – then quit stalking me via the internets and give me a call.

P.S.S.S. May I ask just how the hell were you entertaining yourself when I was asleep? I woke up the next morning and I had a slight bloody nose, and my sinuses felt bizarre. Upon blowing it a piece of a Doritos chip came out... So yeah, WTF?

For the longest time, I thought that I needed to be somewhere else or someone else to be happy. For the longest time, that wasn't true. I realized, recently, that the opposite is becoming true—in respects to others. Don't worry if this doesn't make sense tonight. It should become clearer, eventually.

When I was younger, people picked on me. Sure, I was that kid—the fat one—the one who wouldn't stand up for himself because he was a mama's boy. I know what you're thinking, and let me respond in kind: Fuck—you. Sometimes I deserved getting my ass beat, yeah, but those times where the times when I provoked the other person; most of the time I didn't do anything other than be me. Most of the time, I had someone bigger than me to back me up.

Things are different now. My number is coming up this year, and I have shit to show for it. I feel I have squandered my life up to this point, and there's no adult to hold my hand when I'm lonely; no person to tell me everything will be okay. That, however, is okay. It means I need to put up or shut up more now than I ever felt I needed to in the past. It means I need to have the chutzpah to make it through to my end.

Cynicism is not something in which I believe, and it's difficult to adhere to that non-belief—as much as that can be true. Idealism, in contrast, is my cup of tea. Each day I see people help each other out. Each day I see what always was and always will be. Each day I see that people are doing their best to maintain and fortify the bastion that is human dignity. Even if things appear warped, they're not as bad as you think.

Call me what you will. Think of me what you will, but I know where I stand. I hope you know where it is that you stand.

Pic o' the week! While on the Cisco campus they gave me a "random access code" for their wireless.
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This week's digiCam update from Dallas, Texas.
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God knows I've never felt normal, as I'm sure most people don't. I guess the difference is that some people strive towards normality while others bask in oddness. We yearn to belong and we yearn to be unique and it depends on the person to which side the balance tips.

We yearn for purpose, too. Some idealistic sense that we fulfill a role that no-one else can fulfill. Cruising down the A10, Amsterdam's main beltway, I was struck by a new sense of purpose.



The last couple of weeks have been filled with crazies. Weird people of every flavor. The idea was to move around a bit and visit various places in the south of France but we ended up staying at a friend's place for the majority of the time. The friend lives in a house built on top of an old stone ruin dating back to the dark ages. A few other stone houses in the valley are primarily occupied by people from the Netherlands and England. There was some old fashioned bickering going on that almost seemed a vague echo of the bloody wars waged between the French and the English in the very same area centuries before. The issues were basically the same: property, theft and murder. There was some odd twist to it. An overall sense of paranoia that clashed with the relaxed and laid back lifestyle of the area and also an apparent incapability to resolve minor issues with a healthy dose of common sense. Being insane is a great tool and in some cases even a great weapon but there are times when a touch of sanity is of much better use. It wasn't until an English woman pointed out that her mother was crazy, and she was crazy, and come to think of it, so was everybody else, that it struck me: she was right. I had successfully submerged myself in the life of wine, food and a good campfire every night. Weeks before, when I was moving through a crowd at Amsterdam Central Station trying to catch a train out of town, I suddenly realized that everybody looked weird. Weird to a degree I hadn't noticed before. In France, being part of the good life, I realized that everybody was weird, to a degree I hadn't noticed before.

Coming home, I was expecting a culture shock. No open fires in the greater Amsterdam area. Taking a stroll I hit upon a tiny street party just a couple of dozen yards from my home. Some locals sitting around a fire set up on community ground and fed with old oak furniture. I joined them and we drank beer and wine and baileys and talked about life and Russia. They too were crazy. Each and every one of them: inspired and insane. And the next day, driving home from my parents, I realized that they too were crazy. So what it comes down to, I think, is that I should proclaim my own admittedly iffy state of mine as the norm, and defend it to the death against all the craziness out there. That, I suppose, is establishing one's individuality.

Click here for some more pics of my trip to France.

This week's digiCam photos cover some shots from Lojiking's gig and some other randoms.
There are two chunks of graffiti flicks to check out, some buildings and some trains.

I have been extremely happy this weekend, to the point where my face is sore from smiling. Good times, good friends and cool new people that I am getting a chance to know. Saturday night was my good friend Lojiking's CD release party and for those of you that do not know him, he is a local hip-hop artist. And to commemorate this I want to give the first ten people to drop us an e-mail a free copy. Please include a mailing address and allow up to two weeks for shipping if you want some other swag. Also to Julie who I ran in to at the show Saturday. I doubt you will see this, but I hope you do (if so drop me a line). My memory works oddly, I do not forget anything - but sometimes retrieving it takes a moment. Anyhow you said I didn't remember you, at the time this was partially true due to my state but there was some vague remembrance after the fact. And I felt bad afterwards when it all came rushing back like a tidal wave. Including Heidi's apartment below that doctors office near liberty. But the thing that sticks out the most is how much I enjoyed hanging out with you ladies, it was very calming for that chaotic period of my life (nearly 13 years ago). I was sad when I heard about Heidi, she was such a big ball of smiles with bright hair. Anyhow I hope to run in to you again, I want to thank you proper for tranquility.


I have had this odd infatuation with watching myself as of late, it's not some perverse fetish (at least I do not think it is). It is more or less just simple curiosity and it's a hell of a lot more interesting than watching TV. A new line of work has got me playing with a bunch of fun technology, so with the entrance of this I have completely wired my house and life. I have cameras that record audio and video around my house, they also do motion detection - so if I am away, they will start capturing the frames of movement and e-mail them to me. But since deploying this I have found it interesting to watch some of the odd things I do. Those things you do when you think nobody is watching. But I think after a year or so of collecting the interesting snapshots I will start a new project - some sick depraved catalog exposing my intimate moments. It's also fun to have when arguing. "I didn't take your laundry basket", "Bitch I got you video".

Pic o' the week!
I had to roll him out of my driveway so that I could go to work. The mouthwash was the icing on the cake.
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I am having a beer tonight to celebrate my graduation/completion of yet another court ordered out-patient rehabilitation program. It's not like I have a real problem and is it really my fault that the judge doesn't quite understand the ingenious dynamic that is me?

"Mr. Sutton, you do realize you are killing yourself - don't you?"
"Your honor, this is the only way that I can commit suicide without pissing off a lot of people."

I guess the humor died with the hooker that Ted Kennedy killed when he drove off that bridge, but on a serious note if any of you get ordered in to an in-patient treatment program - may I suggest ATC, it is a fine treatment center. One of the best that I have been in, with good people and decent food. Not to mention it's located in the avenues, so the location is great for meeting fine local women of a higher caliber. Anyhow now that I am off the wagon and behind this luxurious 26 inch display (not including the additional 22 inch companion) I return with an overdue update.

Updates:
Last week's digiCam update.
This week's digiCam update.
This week's graffiti project.
Defcon 16. WARNING: Not work safe. It seems that I was the only one from the crew shooting photographs this year, so yeah - that doesn't work to well. So I focused on nudity the first night and then focused on booze the other two nights. With that said, please expect a lot of explicit photos with just a minimal coverage of the conference. I don't do too well without supervision.

Mailbag/communication:

(ken2012) hey
(ken2012) are you the kenny from the site

-Yes, it is me. Next time be patient IRC is a slow paced easy going I will respond at some point type of communication.

From: ******@hotmail.com
To: ******@hektik.org
Subject:

Hey Kenny,
I have been having some extremely sexual dreams about you lately..its actually been going on 2 weeks now, which then leads to numerous episodes of me pleasuring myself throughout the day. I'm not talking 2 or 3 times either..its more like 6-8, but i dont know what to think about it..or even if i should be telling you. I guess i just go on enjoying it until they end. What do you think about this? Am i retarded for telling you?

-Hell no you are not retarded for telling me! Continue please...

La Nicoliere is a wet and windy region consisting of a valley, thick green vegetation and a reservoir bearing the same name as the region.

It was on the serpentine and slippery roads descending from the valley to the reservoir that took place the nth local rally championship contest on this past Sunday. I was there and took pictures, which kinda speak for themselves. Enjoy.

Link: Rally 2008 Nicoliere

p.s I re-organised the albums of my gallery and as a result you will have to update your bookmarks, sorry :d

Girl drinking Olde English malt out in the street and looking totally on top of the situation. Call me weird but I think that's kinda hot. click

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