i ate him.

friends and foes, welcome back. in episode one of blahblahblahg, i introduced you all to dotdotdot and the like. i assume (leap of faith?), that like me, these themes have not removed themselves from your conscience, or sub, mind. in episode two, i not not you not possible aka moreofthesame...
...comet zigzag zigala...
...is anyone else tired of plastic-spoon-circle-sculpture installation art?
...you wanted to know how. now you know. but you'll have to make an appointment to see what is under his hat...
it is true. there was a meeting. i was there. now i am not there. that is all i am willing to say about that. please don't ask. i am deathly afraid of the evil eye.
i also don't want to talk about this.
bombay. that strip of lights is called the pearl necklace. i swear.
that was my 27th birthday party. it wasn't in india but i thought it was something you all should know about.
...this is twirling-neon machine in the train station tells you how much you weigh and then gives you some sort of personality-fortune-reading-thing. my weight was in kilos which i refuse to translate but the fortune said i was jolly, gregarious and warm aka f.a.t.
this is what happens when white girls dance in india.
at the bombay race track. my horse is the one with the arrow.
...the bar "Ghetto" in Bombay. all black lit. lint. dandruff. dander. dry skin. all.
...chowpatty beach, bombay. this is a man-powered (meaning the dudes below are pushing me in circles!) ferris wheel. also, home of the famous chowpatty massage. again, and i'm sorry for being so tight-lipped, but i don't want to talk about that.
...and now, kimbo slice...


...and i quote,"Only Cannibalism unites us. Socially. Economically. Philosophically."
" Sons of the sun, mother of living creatures. Fiercely met and loved, with all the hypocrisy of longing: importation, exchange, and tourists. In the country of the big snake."
"It’s because we never had grammatical structures or collections of old vegetables. And we never knew urban from suburban, frontier country from continental. "
"The golden age proclaimed by America. The golden age. And all the girls."
" We had the right codification of vengeance. The codified science of Magic. Cannibalism. For the permanent transformation of taboo into totem."
"Screenplays. Screenplays. Screenplays. Screenplays. Screenplays. Screenplays. Screenplays."
"Against the vegetable elites. In communication with solitude."
" I asked a man what was Right. He answered me that it was the assurance of the full exercise of possibilities. That man was called Galli Mathias. I ate him."
"But what has that to do with us?"
alright. if you're still reading, next time i promise the gooseberry. promise. hugs kisses and the such

dotdotmotherfuckingdot let me begin my being super very clear. this photo blog IS the bane. it isn't a pleasure and if it weren't for some misunderstood and displaced heartache i feel for those who will be forced now to read it(aka hugs, kisses, daps, smiles and nods. i love you all i just have trouble expressing my emotions!), it wouldn't exist. so on that note, i ask all to bear with me, as i try my hardest to soften abrasion and general distaste and feed you snippets and morsels of the microcosmic god-complex that is zackary david canepari dotdotmotherfuckingdot


so maybe i told or maybe i didn't but i am in india. say it with me now. gandhi, masala, punjab, shiva, vindaloo and the billion man march (bring it farrahkan. bring it.)


this will be the formula. first me and my stupidities aka pointNshoot digital-nonsense. followed by me and my seriousities aka hasselblad fivepointexplodinghearttechnique photo-goodness.


being this is my first ever blog, i felt obligated to present generalities so swallow hard and prepare mentally. on that note follow me chronologically.


bang. the story goes likes this. straight from chicago to delhi. the dapper direct. i know me looking good is nothing new but sometimes i like to send out reminders. samosas and chai for the airplane snack. double bang.

4 universal generalities of non-western world travel.
1. people look/dress differently. who would have thought?
2. domestic animal is an oxymoron.
3. fruit fruit fruit. always tastes/looks better. eat more gooseberries.
4. the toilet bowl is a myth whispered about by schoolchildren and spinsters

quality vs. quantity. i may drink more beer but that is the best strawberry milkshake in all of bombay. i swear. it's from the fruit stand next to the mosque that floats on the arabian sea. open 'til 4AM. bang.

local transport. that pattern far right is authenthic.

guide to get zack social. follow me left to right dotdotdot Assimilate. Hobknob at the golf club. Wine tasting with the colonel (tie-turban color sync! put on the lotion!)

you can't spell gandhi without tupac.

ok. enough. time to kiss the ring!

G.O.D. bless you pattern and color!

toon in next week, where i'll introduce you to the blue gooseberry! youwillnotwanttomissit. kisses hugs and the like! mezuzah