Pop Loser Vol. 7, No. 3 - Ode, snap.

Ode, snap. Vol. 7, No. 3 I’m not a very good photographer. I tried to change that a few times in my life (as recently as last year, in fact) — I spent too much on a camera and got really into Flickr and hung out with (i.e., tweeted at) creative types who owned nice lenses and had at least a dilettantish interest in taking good pictures — but it didn’t matter, I don’t have a knack for it and I lack the patience and inclination to learn and improve. (More like F-Oh-Just-Stop-Already, amirite?) Last summer, I handed my phone to a stranger and had them take a photo of me with family and friends. When I looked at the photo later, there was a woman passing behind us looking at the camera, as though she were with us, but not, like, with us. It was just odd, so for the first time in my life I tried out that thingy where you use your phone and your finger to erase a person. It took four seconds and worked great and felt… weird. It’s not like photography doesn’t have a rich tradition of…