10.16.1986
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Note: My short-lived attendance at Ricks College in the small town of Rexburg, Idaho twenty years ago was a defining stage of my life. Mostly for unpleasant reasons. Taking an extremely impulsive anarchist skate punk from California and putting them in the Rexburg of 1986, what can you expect? My being an 18-year-old with the maturity of a 9-year-old didn’t help, either. But it was in Rexburg that I fell in love with photography and abandoned my academic career to follow my passion.
These entries are written from the journals I kept when I was 18. Of course, at 38 today, I do not advocate any of the illegal activity discussed here. -Trent
Thursday, October 16, 1986
I went to Current Affairs this morning. It was semi-enjoyable. After that, I studied for my Book of Mormon mid-term. I took it and I know I did great; They’ve been teaching me that stuff for eighteen years.
After that, I met up with Larry and we went to Idaho Falls. We looked for radar-detectors but without luck. Larry bought a calculator.
We came back and met up with Ray. He told us about some girls he had met that he wants me to meet. We went to the arcade and played “Gauntlet”. Then we drove around looking for people to meet, but there wasn’t anyone cruising. We called it quits and went home.
I went running for a while. I listened to Depeche Mode, which reminds me so much of Naomi. I came back and made some Krusteaz pancakes from our never-ending stash of sidewalk sale food.
We decided to go for a drive (Larry, Drake, and I). Larry drove his car and I sat in the passenger seat with my BB gun. We drove out to the sand dunes and then out 5 miles of dirt road to the Civil Defense caves. I thought we were all going to die, from the way Larry was driving.
We finally got back and I wrote my paper for Composition. I got to bed at 2am. Class tomorrow at 8am.
1989: fIREHOSE
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1989: fIREHOSE, Speedway Cafe, Salt Lake City, Utah. Photos by Trent Nelson
As always, clicking on the images will take you to the original in the PhotoShelter photo archive, where prints are available.
Did Borat Break Up Anderson’s Marriage?
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SF Gate’s Daily Dish:
Sources claim Kid Rock, real name Bob Richie, became enraged by his wife’s role in the spoof film — in which Borat, played by Sacha Baron Cohen, travels across America to get close to the blonde beauty.
A close friend of the pair tells Page Six, “(Film producer) Ron Meyer held a screening of ‘Borat’ at his house for a bunch of people, including Pam and Bob. It was the first time Bob had seen the movie, and, well, he didn’t like it.
“Bob started screaming at Pam, saying she had humiliated herself and telling her, ‘You’re nothing but a whore! You’re a slut! How could you do that movie?’ — in front of everyone. It was very embarrassing.
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Ted Wassmer
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I read in the paper this morning that Utah artist Ted Wassmer died Sunday at the age of 96. Brings back a lot of memories and warm feelings for Ted. When I first started at the Tribune back in 1995, one of my first assignments was to photograph this amazing artist. I walked into a downtown art gallery (don’t look for it, it’s not there anymore) and met an 86-year-old man wearing an obvious silver toupee, a white suit coat and shorts. Ted.
He was great to photograph, hamming it up and especially proud of his legs and how good they looked. Even at his age, he had the energy and enthusiasm of a 20-year-old.
After the photos ran, Ted started calling. He wanted to get some prints of the photos. I offered to put them in the mail, but he insisted that I come over to his condo. He said he had something important to do. How could you turn down Ted? Of course I went over.
I took four prints, my favorites from the take. Ted ushered me in. When he noticed I didn’t have a camera, he thrust an old rangefinder into my hands, walked ten feet across the room, and stripped down to a Speedo and started flexing. I was stunned.
“I need you to take a photograph of me so I can show it to all my old buddies at our reunion,” he said. It was some kind of military reunion, Army or Navy, I can’t remember. “Those guys won’t believe how good I look!”
I remember wanting to kick myself for leaving my camera in the car. To this day, I wish I had that photo of Ted in his Speedo demonstrating how good he looked.
Ever the saint, Wassmer insisted that I take two of his paintings with me. He gave me a watercolor portrait and a painting of aspen trees that he had accidentally sliced. Both paintings have hung proudly in my home ever since.
Thank you, Ted. You will be missed.
This post also appeard on my work blog, on the Tribune’s website.
1989: Uniform Choice
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1989: Uniform Choice, The Word, Utah. Photos by Trent Nelson
As always, clicking on the images will take you to the original in the PhotoShelter photo archive, where prints are available.
