Archive for September, 2006
We spent two days in Guadalajara taking in the finer things like food, some more food and well, more food after that. We took some time to check out equipal furniture and I took a bunch of interesting detail street photos and i’ve been formulating some kind of gallery show in my mind after having plowed through Beautiful Losers in two days.
Marcia’s mom recently moved to Puerto Aventura, a small little development town on the east coast of the Yucatan, between Cancun and Akumal. And since flights are much cheaper from the GDL then they are from Vallarta we decided to take a week off and visit her. The diving is ridiculous here and we’re scheduled for our first dive in an hour or so.
My parents took us diving in Akumal, almost 20 years ago, yeah i’ve been diving since I was 11. I had a coming-to-god experience with the ocean in Akumal and with a school of Jew fish in particular, giant Groupers - slow swimmers, docile and as big as vw bugs. Since then, i’ve always wanted to return.
I can’t wait to get back in the water and to enjoy a nice little vacation. when we get back, it’s straight to work, the soils test is back and our architectural plans have been digitized and are ready to go to structural engineering, on the sayulita project. This means I have to get down and dirty and do all the interior design work.
meanwhile, back in Vallarta another storm is passing through and the boys say there’s some great swell. oh well.
Marcia and I have been living in our apartment for about a year and half now. To say we hate the furniture that the apartment came with would be the understatement of the year. I’d love to have a huge bonfire with the furniture if I could. Unfortunately, that’s not gonna happen.
We’ve grown so detestful, we’ve decided to either buy it from our landlady (and burn it) or put the dough up to stick the god-awful crap in storage. One of the moves toward doing so is to buy new furniture. New furniture is either crappily designed or way too expensive (or both). if you think american furniture prices are redonkulous, you should try buying it here in Mex. Ikea hasn’t exactly made it into Mexico yet.
So we’ve decided to design our own furniture and have it built. Tomorrow we have a meeting in Guadalajara with the carpentry shop we visited last time (where I shot The Doors). In anticipation of the meeting I have designed a bookshelf system with four modular units, eight drawer like cubes to accompany the bookshelves, a work table that is integrated into the bookshelves (non-fixed) and a tv unit.
For this series, I’ve liberally appropriated the feel of a bookshelf in my old house in LA that was designed and built by RM Schindler. His bookshelf was my jumping off point to something very modernist, yet warm and functional. Having paged through Eames Design, I looked to the Eameses for simplicity and a hint or two of George Nelson as well.
Each unit will be made from 3/4 inch maple plywood and finished with wood wax. The drawer units will have accent colors in the light blue/green range, with one panel of red in the bookshelf, just for fun (made from laminate). I love plywood. it’s one of the most interesting and beautiful surfaces. My old house had whole rooms covered with the stuff as a finishing surface. For the functionality of the bookshelves, I designed them to be stand-alone units in case we moved into a new apartment or house and the dimensions needed to be changed. The modular units can be stacked any which way, horizontally or vertically and the work table which relies on the bookshelf for one of it’s legs can adapt seamlessly to the bookshelf being in either position. The work table and tv unit table surface will be made from cutting plywood into 4cm strips and putting the strips on their sides, so the grain is showing and then glue the strips together and sand. So that, in essence, the table surface is the grain from all those pieces of wood being sandwiched together. beautiful.
This is my first attempt at designing furniture and most surely not the last. I’m not sure how long it will take to build the pieces, but I thought I’d upload the sketches I’ll be presenting to the carpenter tomorrow. It could all be a big crap shoot, but I love the idea of creating furniture from relatively cheap materials. My big insecurity is that I don’t have the engineering know-how to really pull off the level of detail I have in my mind, plus working with a carpentry shop three hours away, I can’t sit over the carpenters’ shoulders. It’s definitely one big learning experience.
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In my little slice of Mexico there ain’t much shopping to be done. This is a good thing. No Sunday afternoon trips to the mall, no ridiculously large amounts of billboards showing off the next new must-have objects you don’t need, no slick gap ads, no if-you-buy-this-it-will-make-you-prettier-and-skinnier” ads. But on the other side of the coin, it’s hard to find good sources of inspiration past the internets and the culture around me. And mexican culture is by far the most inspiring thing in my life, but every now and then i ache for some good education on design, architecture, music, writing, art, etc… Recently, I found amazon.com again, after a few years of being weened off the amazon teet*. Somehow through sheer stumbling I realized that it’s insanely easy to get amazon shipped here to Mexico, direct to my address in about a week and a half. This is by far the fastest anything has been sent to me via my mexican street address or by a postal remailing service we have in Texas (usually takes at least a month and a half). Concurrently, I stumbled upon amazon’s trove of good art books and over the past few weeks I’ve been indulging in just a few good ones. As I sit here in my apartment on Sunday morning, i feel a connectedness in spirit, peering through the works/writings/architecture/design of Charles and Ray Eames, Barry McGee, Thomas Campbell, George Nelson, Alexander Girard, Ari Marcopolous, Margaret Kilgallen, Ricardo Legoretta, Craig Stecyk, Mike Mills, David Carson, Ed Templeton, Chris Johanson, Milton Glaser, Luis Barragán, John Hodgman, Hunter Davies, Mark Gonzales, Phil frost, Steven Powers and many more.
A ridiculously wonderful video for the Bright Eyes song First Day Of My Life (one of my favorites). a bunch of couples sitting in front of a camera, listening to the song on headphones. beautiful. Found via Stylus Magazine’s Top 100 Music Videos of All Time.
I’m totally looking forward to American Hardcore: The History of American Punk Rock 1980-1986. I’m fascinated by first wave punk rock. can’t wait to see it.
After Friday’s paddle-a-thon, I was sure Lane was gonna be a wash out. heavy, choppy seas and wind blown storm surge. Saturday morning, Pato and I headed back up to Punta Mita for a repeat of the weekend before. We stopped off at Albercas to see what the action was.
La Alberca (or “Pools”) is a small bay with a right point break that takes off just a few meters from a rocky point, breaking in a bowl shape. It’s one of the lesser known spots in the area. The wave tends to stand up much taller then the other breaks in the area, breaking directly on to a rocky bed with a stunning megalopolis of sea urchins. At low tide it’s a suicide mission and at high tide, only slightly less so. La Alberca is, I’d say, the most advanced break in the area and only the most ballsy surfers go there. This spot is kinda like my wonder spot: when I go sit on the sideline and see someone (way more advanced then me) drop-in on an overhead wave and bob and weave maybe 15 feet from the swirling suction pools caused by the rocks just underneath the surface. La Alberca is a triple black diamond, not for the heaviness of the wave, but for the conditions on which it breaks. As the wave gets bigger, the farther outside of the bay it breaks and the better and safer the spot is. Those who brave the conditions are rewarded with one of the sweetest waves in the area. Not for the faint of heart.
This particular day, the tides were higher then I have ever seen them. literally. Waves were coming in glassy, at overhead and sometimes even double-overhead with two sections. The first breaking much farther out then usual, a steep drop with the occasional small tube, nice big faces, perfect for carving and a nice shelf for lip maneuvers. The second section was about 5 feet, tall, steep and fast. This is the more dangerous of the two, as you’re basically landing in a minefield of urchins and rocks and the odds are 50/50 you’re gonna get a urchin needle tuxedo. At least ten surfers in the water. We watched for a few minutes, turned to each other and said screw it, now’s the time to sack up and get in the water.
You enter Alberca from the mid point in the shallows of the bay, no sand, just large and small rocks covered with barnacles for at least 50 meters as you walk out to water deep enough to get on your board. I cut my feet twice and Pato managed to step on an urchin, receiving eight nice, big, long spines to the heal and mid-sole of his foot. good way to start out the session. Once in the water I sat on the shoulder for maybe an hour or so, trying to calm my fear. It truly was a big wave, but nothing I hadn’t handled before, it’s the rocks that were freaking me out. As I gathered my big ball of nerves and took a few waves, the rides were amazing. Fast and strong but not heavy, as long as I didn’t drop in too late and kept in front of the wave, I was in no danger of eating rock. I went for the second section, pumped into it and carved up and down the bowl-shaped wave. As I ducked out the back and the water level slowly dropped, I found myself resting chest-down on a giant rock. No impact, just a gentle big-rock hug. whoa.
After a few waves I got my confidence back and charged the spot. As I waited for the incoming sets it occurred to me that every surfer in the water was more advanced than I am. It felt good to surf with people better then me. Watching, studying their wave selection, take-off point and maneuvers. School was in session. We ended up surfing Albercas for maybe four hours. Glassy the whole time. Truly epic session. I learned how to dive into the face of the wave if for some reason I was being pushed behind or couldn’t make the section, this is a sister move to being in a barrel and punching through the backside. particularly helpful with this barnacle, rock, urchin encrusted wave. I also learned to drop-in on the wave and to come back up to the lip and just sorta float on the ledge of the breaking lip and then drop in again, usually with a two to three foot air-drop before hitting the water again. It’s truly amazing how quickly you can learn by surfing more advanced conditions with better surfers.
For my last wave, i dropped in a bit too late and I could see the crest getting ahead of me, the white foam behind me, easily overhead. Rather then trying to fight my way back to the face and risk getting thrown into the rock shallows, I just dove into the maw of the wave, trying to punch out the back side. This didn’t quite work and the white water pushed me toward the rocks. I knew I was in a bad position, so instead of waiting to surface I just started swimming underwater against the flow, hoping to not kick anything. As i surfaced, luckily the waves coming in weren’t too big. I got on my board and paddled to the left of the breaking faces, trying to stay out of the rock zone. I caught one of the smaller waves and headed in. My last wave wasn’t exactly the most noble of affairs, but it was somehow oddly fitting, a signifier. My close brush with certain pain solidified my appreciation and respect for this spot. I was higher then a kite for the rest of the day, having overcome my own internal fears to surf a local, legendary spot. It’s a surfing cliche for sure: but my stoke meter was off the chart. Thank you Albercas!
Business cards are so last year. check out MiniCards, using your Flickr photos. 100 for 20 bucks. And you can choose as many different photos as you want. wicked! [via plasticbag.org]
Apparently a few unreleased new Elliott Smith songs were leaked late last week, taken from the Basement demos. I Guess I’m Floating has the info and the mp3 links. get it while you still can. also: catch the part about a new album from his earlier Kill Rock Stars material.
oh man, so we’re getting a taste of Hurricane Lane, much more so than hJohn. We actually have heavy rains and winds. Nothing too crazy, but definitely above your average summer rain storm. Looking at the wave reports, I headed out to surf at around 5pm. The peak is between tonight and tomorrow morning.
We went to El Paredon, but the storm surge was so heavy it was impossible to catch anything. waves were banging in from every direction and the currents were pretty heavy. After the last hurricane we got some pretty good directional swell. This one is just throwing multi-directional storm surge our way, maybe as the storm continues north we’ll get some nice, well-formed sets.
We stayed in the water for an hour and half or so, trying to make the best of it. I caught a wave or two, but most waves just got swallowed up by another wave or flattened out just after the drop. And the rain and wind beat down the whole time, when I wasn’t getting pounded by storm surge, it was hard to even see were Andrew and Fer were. I spent nine/tenths of the time paddling. I think I got better exercise today, than I have in months, every thing hurts. it was gnarly. I’m being slightly dramatic, there was no real danger involved in all this and we were all equipped to handle the conditions. I never felt threatened or anything, but it was a big waste of time.
Marcia’s gonna kill me when she reads this. She’s away in Guadalajara for the weekend and I stayed behind to catch the storm surf. Hi Honey!
Surfy Surfy: Lifting Back the Fabric of Space and Time. wicked surfboard graphic. never mind the space and time stuff, give me the girl and the red fabric graphics on a shortboard and i’d be a happy little (old) grom.
Hashing out a repeat of Hurricane John, a few weeks ago, Tropical Storm Lane is barreling up the pacific coast of Mexico, gaining speed. Hopefully it won’t get all crazy, the five day forecast says that it won’t come close to the bay, so we should be alright and we’ll get some nice swell coming through.
The other day, Pato was explaining to me his theory (he borrowed from a friend) that says that every year on Sept. 16th, Mexican Independence Day, Vallarta gets a nice big swell. For the past three years, at least, this theory has been correct. I had my doubts, but now as I see Lane running up the coast, it looks like Pato’s theory will be correct, for one more year in a row.
I’m saving up my pennies for the boat trip to The Cove. wish us luck.
one shot tutorial: make your own zine, using one sheet of paper. perfect for one-off photo books for friends + family. [via boing boing]
I got a text message Saturday morning from Pato, time to go surfing. We headed up to Punta Mita so he could do a quick spot of business and then on to the break. Once we got to Anclote, I waited in the car as Pato took care of business. A surf shop guy came up to me and asked if I wanted rent a boat to go to The Cove (also called “La Bahia”), a spot on the tip of Punta Mita that is really only accessible by boat or (by car with serious 4 Seasons juice - which I don’t have) and it’s also accessible by foot, but I wouldn’t recommend it. I’ve tried before, not fun. The boat ride to the Cove is usually 50 bucks, split between a bunch of people it’s not that bad but generally I have a policy of not paying for boat rides. This guy offered us a drop-off for 20 bucks each. Steep. I told him to hang on and when Pato returned we mulled it over. We both felt the urge to surf a new spot and since the Cove is in open water, the surf shop guy said the waves would be good. We talked it over some more, we both got that new surf spot feeling and took him up on his offer.
Initially, as we drove up the coast, the bay seemed flat. Veneros, Burros and even Anclote were all flat. As we made it out past El Faro and on to the Cove, we could see nice pulses coming in. Periods of flatness, but a nice strong swell, sending rows of overhead waves. The Cove has a nice right, point break. Maybe six to eight people in the water. As head-high and overhead waves came in, there were two and three sections, with the third a particularly fast, nice wave.
It was wicked, surfing a new break. One that nearly every visiting surfer has probably surfed, but one that is particularly offensive in it’s lack of access. As we sat out there in the line-up and I looked back at the miles and miles of land on the tip of the bay called Punta Mita (a private development). I shrugged my head and thought to myself that it’s such a pity that the mexican government doesn’t have their shit together enough to protect it’s coastlines from greedy developers. And they call Mexico’s beaches the people’s patrimony, what a joke?! Oh well, who am I to complain, all I really want is an easy way to get from my truck to the break. I guess I’m just another selfish gringo.
We’ll be going back to the Cove, for sure, you have my word on that one.
A photo taken awhile back, just after the thunderstorms had started arriving nightly.
This past weekend, Gustavo and Pau organized a scuba diving trip to Las Marietas, a group of islands that sit at the mouth of the Bay of Banderas, here in Vallarta.
They wrangled up something like 12 of us divers. We went on two dives and had a good old time. I grabbed the Pentax Optio WP just to grab some surface pics and to horse around in the water.
On Thursday, Dave, Lisa, Marcia and I went scuba diving at a near by location called El Morro (I took a few pictures but not enough to tell a good story). And then, the trip on Sunday. This was the first time I’ve gone scuba diving since my trip to Fiji, easily five or six years ago (has it been that long?). The first dive was a relatively shallow dive with a ton of green moray eels, not much coral or colorful fish, but if you groomed the seascape you could find lots of interesting small things. The Marietas are known for having manta rays, sea turtles and generally larger fish, so most of the divers were trying to cover as much territory as possible. I’m more of a “let’s pick 10 square feet and spend the next 45 minutes grooming over ever square inch of it” kinda diver. In between dives we climbed up the rock face of one of the islands and jumped off the 20-25 ft. ledges.
On the second dive I found a green and purple octopus hiding in a little nook, but I couldn’t really get a good look at him since I had to keep pace with the group. a bit frustrating. we also saw a ton of green morays, in nooks, on ledges, free swimming. On that second dive, I’d say I saw maybe twenty morays. That’s a lot.
Overall it was a great trip. I was so glad to be back in the water to see all my little fishy friends. It’s been too long! I now have the scuba bug, the mission is to get in some good dives over the next month or so, as the water will turn cold soon and scuba diving season will be over shortly (we get thermaclines here). The dive I’m most looking forward to is the Los Arcos Night Dive.
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The last time we were in Guadalajara I came across a book called the “Guia Arquitectonica Zona Metropolitana de Guadalajara” or The Architecture Guide to the Metropolitan Area of Guadalajara. It’s a great architecture guide published by the government of the state of Jalisco. The book organizes the cities into neighborhoods and then goes through each of the fifteen or so neighborhoods and points out architecturally significant buildings and monuments one by one. Each listing has a picture, an address and a small summary of who the architect was, the year it was built and anything special that elevates the building above the fray. There are about 300 listings in the book.
As I was casually reading the guide, I came upon several houses architected by Luis Barragán. I immediately went ploughing through the book looking for other mid-century modernist style buildings and architects, trying to glean what I could from the scholarly spanish summaries of each house. Connecting all the houses to the various neighborhoods and learning about the other modernist architects working in Guadalajara, admittedly I didn’t know anyone besides Barragán. A light went off in my head and I realized it would a great experience to go and seek all these buildings out. To actually use the guide - for what it is - a guide.
Marcia and I went out and got our own copy of the book and marked 20 or so buildings we wanted to visit, I grabbed the camera and a nice wide-angle lens and we set off to learn more about the modernist architecture of Guadalajara.
We learned so much that afternoon. I was introduced to the earlier work of Luis Barragán, face to face, in some situations the houses have been altered considerably and in one, the house was boarded up and looked to be vacant. Some of his houses still remain unscathed and one or two have been restored faithfully and are on display to the public. I was also introduced to the works of Alejandro Zohn, Felix Aceves, Ignacio Diaz Moralez and Rafael Urzöa, as well as the work of several un-named architects and engineers whose work has come to exemplify a modernist ideal that briefly flowed through certain neighborhoods in mid-century Guadalajara.
It was like peeling back an impenetrable layer of concrete, to see wonderful, enlightened architecture whose idea and ideals I share. It was like finding a community of like minded individuals who had been here before me. Every other house I saw I was convinced I was going to buy, one day and fix it up, especially the Barragán house that had been boarded up and basically left to rot.
I’ve posted 31 photos to Flickr and carefully annotated each photo with specifics taken from the guide and general impressions Marcia and I had, while visiting each building. A very special thanks to the folks who edited and wrote the Guia Arquitectonica Zona Metropolitana de Guadalajara. This is my hommage to the modernist architects of Guadalajara.
and so, let’s begin…
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The last time we were in Guadalajara, my parents and I were sourcing building materials for the house they are building in Vallarta and for the one we are building in Sayulita. One thing that always interested us, is the idea of using rescued wood from old haciendas. We hired a local guide who took us to a carpentry factory that specializes in reusing old wood. They had beautifully designed furniture as we learned most of the wood came from old doors. The manager took us through various parts of the factory and then out to the yard where they kept their supply of wood.
It was like walking into a time machine. The manager lead us into an entire storage yard filled with old hacienda doors, large and small. It was like going to a very old library of old paint, chipped, rusted and busted doors. And the guy could look at any piece of wood and tell me what part of mexico it was from and a possible date, encyclopedic knowledge flowed from his mouth. I was in awe.
For most people it would probably just have been a large yard filled with semi-rotting doors. To me it was like stepping into a whole in a wall record joint like A-1 Record Finders, with stacks and stacks of old vinyl. Years of treasures to sift through. History, collected. The history of all these old doors hung high in the air and beauty was everywhere. It was amazing.
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A night out at the local whose-who club. These photo were taken at the end of July when Salim was home for the weekend. I recently found them hidden in one of my photo folders. and I figured all the vallarta homiez love to see themselves up on the internets, gettin’ all debaucherous. go tech-mol-ogy. Hi guys!
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Monday, Sep 11th, 2006
Categories: surfing
The 2006 Rip Curl Pro WCT event (June 30th to July 1st) was held under the “somewhere in mexico” banner. Contest promoters called the spot “La Jolla” and refused to divulge details about it’s location. From checking out the sponsor logo-bugs at the bottom of the official site, it appears to have been held in or around Huatulco, Oaxaca. Here’s a bit of text from the official site:
The wave at La Jolla is a world-class right-hander and is an amazing addition to the already strong Foster’s ASP Men’s World Tour. It is a sand bottom point break, that can peel for up to 200m. It feeds off south swells (which are prevalent in June and July) and breaks consistently on high and low tides.
A local friend has tasked me with finding out exactly where this location is. I’ve done a few hours of research on the internets and haven’t seem to have found any leads on the spot. So, this is an open call to all surfers that wander past this entry:
If you know where this spot is and you don’t mind giving up the secret, email me the info, if you please. I am (obviously) a local mexico-based surfer. I will not post any part of the info on this or any other website, as that would be a bit unfair. Also, please do not share this info on the comment section of this entry. I’d like to avoid that, if possible. Thanks!
video of the event | Rip Curl Pro website
go home, gw. Moby: “dear president bush,
stay out of new york… you are probably the worst president that the united states has ever had to endure…” nice! I couldn’t agree more. [via StereoGum]
These guys are the first of my LA homiez to come and visit me. after two years of living in paradise, I was beginning to wonder if any of my friends would ever visit. Dave and Lisa dispelled that concept.
So we had a typical tourist day out, stopping off first at the fancy stores in town and then taking a left turn for the flea market, the perfect place to pick up cheap souvenirs. September is a hard month for the flea market owners so haggling is a must. we did plenty of that and these guys came out with some good buys. We headed back down to the malecon to see the vallarta sights and stopped in to the Bodeguita del Medio for some mojitos. After getting pleasantly sprited, we hit the pavement, hooked up with Andrew and headed up to Las Carmelitas. A great little restaurant at the top of the mountains, overlooking all of Vallarta. The restaurant isn’t the best, but the drive up and the resultant view are worth it alone. enjoy.
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The Artist Formerly Known as Paul Frank. An amazing Vanity Fair article, great read. rule #1: never name your company after yourself. [via Boing Boing]
So we’re at episode four, in season one of Weeds. What a great little show. I can’t believe I haven’t seen it until now (cuz, like, ya know, i’m so in the know. and all). After three episodes we are really getting into the rhythm of the show. The dialogue isn’t always the best but the scenes ebb and flow really well. The plot devices aren’t cliched or very predictable and the character development is good (although I still can’t understand why they ditched Silas’ girlfriend after episode one).
Every time the opening credits and song come on, my face lights up with glee. All the rows of houses and people who all look the same, great intro. and the theme song matches it beautifully. I had to go and find out all about the theme song, it’s called “Little Boxes” by Malvina Reynolds, a sixties folk singer. I love smug little songs like this, breaking down modern america in 100 words or less, written easily 40 years ago and it’s still as true today as it was back then. What a great way to start off a good show. The whole thing reminds me of the four years I lived in Valencia, as i went to art school. I’m gonna have to do some research on Malvina.
I guess I’m Floating has the Weeds theme song and several other songs used in the series as mp3 downloads. go check it out.
Isaiah sent me a link to Beware: Renegade Monk!. “I was a novice monk in the Tibetan Buddhist tradition. That was before I moved to Canada and discovered sex and drugs and rock n’ roll. So I stopped wearing the robes… but don’t worry! I’m still working for your enlightenment!” He’s still on his first post, but I can’t wait to read his adventures.
Beck’s new track “We Dance Alone” is amazing. free mp3 via Analog Giant. go grab it, now!
The past two days I’ve been surfing Veneros. An abnormally high tide and the left-over swell coming in from what’s left of Hurricane John has made for two days of solid fun. Normally, the spot breaks over a gnarly rock bed, making Veneros one of the more dangerous places to surf in the area. It’s steep, fast, heavy and short. But with higher tides and pulses coming from the north, the waves have a nice rolling effect to them, not as steep as usual but still some nice power behind them with wave heights clocking in at around four, five and six feet. The greatest part, is dropping in and not seeing a bunch of rocks just underneath the water, that usually squirrels my nerves. Veneros has been fun, until today when I was ducking out of a wave and got pulled over the falls and managed to jam one of my fins in between the two sides of my calf muscles. Nothing too serious. No cut or anything, but I have my leg on ice, now and the inner muscles are all balled up. Walking the mile back to the car, from the break, was good exercise, but definitely hurt like crazy.
My good friends Dave and Lisa just arrived into town, for the week, so my leg better be feeling better or else. They are the first of my LA homiez to come and visit me and I’m so happy that after two years of living in paradise at last someone from my crew got off their lazy tukuses and came down to visit me.
Noah Kalina’s video, everyday, compiled from self-portraits taken over the last 6 years. very cool idea. and mesmerizing soundtrack, where is it from? [via Hey, Hot Shot!]
I’ve always been fascinated by graffiti removal, the abstract blocks of pale hues left behind after someone paints over a piece of graffiti. I stumbled upon this pretty interesting film trailer: The Subconscious Art of Graffiti Removal, and if i’m not mistaken, that’s Miranda July’s narration, quick check on the internets and viola, I’m right! extra points for coolness. [via WMMNA]
My biggest pet-peeve about Flickr is that adding photos to your various groups is a painfully slow and repetitive process. adding the photo to each group, one by one. This could easily be solved by adding multiple check boxes to the group ‘hud’. I’m assuming the Flickr folks haven’t done so already because so many people are total photo dumpers, dumping their photos into any old group. But what about the users who stick to the rules? Adding photos to multiple groups is an essential part of every Flickr user’s experience. Well, I just found Sprinklr. It’s a cool little bookmarklet that lets you add your photo to several groups at once, using multiple check boxes. The way Sprinklr integrates with Flickr is pretty cool, but could use a little better functionality engineering and it’s a little slow when adding to groups, but it beats having to reload the group ‘hud’ every time. check it out.
