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Well a couple or so weeks ago I buckled, turdled, curdled...my treasured and feathered bombproof Samsung flip-top went the way of all flesh--well not quite.  I gifted it to my dad.  His first mobile phone.  Pay-as-you-go for emergencies and humourous out-of-the-blue parental texts.

After perusing various youtube reviews, none of which I can claim to have understood, I ponied up for the iphone 4s.  Not the newest 'device', but new enough pour moi.  These are the first shwack of photos taken on the camera phone.

The first thing I noticed is that I started to leave my digital camera(s) at home.  The issue: the iphone camera is just good enough to make one not want to haul around any other hardware, but it's not as good as an 'actual' camera.  C'est la fookin' vie, I suppose.

The second thing I noticed is that when you have a camera that is just good enough with you at all times, every moment becomes recordable--is this annoying, or adorable?

For: you're always ready for the luck of the visual draw.

For instance: decades long buddy-buddy in jokes, all of a sudden, REAL!

Right there!  On some van's windshield!

For: capturing your buddies mid-flow at exactly the right time...

Against: the archiving of the banal.  Seriously though, that was such a good beer.  Like, really, man.

For: instantaneous recording of the ridic, and the divine.

Right now I'm typhoid Mary.  I'm on a four pill vaccination program before I go for my holiday, and it's making me sick.  Better here than there I suppose.

Old school friends.  Way smoother than me.

I read somewhere that people be taking shots of their caffeine cups.  Here's mine.

And the Pharcyde at Amigo's.  Excellent show.  The best one I've been to in a while.  Actually, the only one I've been to in a while.  Temporarily destroyed my left ear drum.

Much dancing much fun much love.

Don't ask.

A rare shot of the best looking man in Saskatoon.

And the cutest baby in toon-town.

Currently reading T.S. Eliot's plays.  I would recommend Murder in the Cathedral, interesting to read at this time of turmoil for the Catholic church.  I would not recommend The Family Reunion, and apparently neither would Eliot.  Next up, The Cocktail Party.