I started taking photos at Sparky's on Thursday night, and kept going until the morning after Roderick's Chamber, taking over 120 photos. Some of them were such crap that I trashed them before I scanned them. At least one print was stolen, one print was destroyed, and I'm still waiting for the last roll to be developed. If some pictures seem washed out or too dark, download it and muck with the gamma correction.

Hey, people who've seen this site have mailed me either kudos or corrections, usually to identify themselves, and John VerBurg and moses have announced it on alt.gothic for me. Thx you two, because my newsfeed sucks, and thanks all of you who have corrected me or just said SOMETHING. As of 18 Aug 1997, there is an address to mail contest entries now and the last of Mozai's photos are here. With the address comes the possibility of reprints.

Alright, I'll shut up already. If you just want to see the photos without annotations, then you suck because I spent a long time writing these pages. Not that you would ever feel the pain of the money I spent on film, development, hours of time typing and editing... o, I'm so toremented. (Enough with the obligatory mopeygoth laments.)

• Sparky's, the 24 hour guppie cafe located just outside the Castro district. I'm glad they didn't give me a hassle when I used only two teabags all night but kept getting refills. This is where many of us said our hello's and who-are-you's.
• Haight Street, where our C3 tickets got us discounts and even the locals were wearing ancient, historical clothes. Shrines to Jerry Garcia, "karmicly sound" lava lamps, and some kickass clothing shops and bookstores.
  
• Friday night, when we finally get down to why we're all here: clothes, live music, drinking, dancing, people. Oh, and forming groups large enough to make spectators afraid.
• Friday's Fashion show, where my abilities with my camera shine as brilliantly as ink. Win some, lose some.
• Friday's After party, when the Oakland Mariott gets very nervous at lending us the use of their bar area, and happily leave us sitting in the dark around the bar.
• Off to see Spawn, we piled into cars and did some food/booze shopping too. I did some clothes shopping -- I didn't know grocery stores in the States sold choke chains.
• Saturday night, more live music, some serious schmoozing, some serious boozing, plenty of band photos but little else because I tried to pull a Dionysus and passed out from the effort.
• Sunday daylight was called on account of hangover on my part. I'm just thankful I'm alive, thank you. I was also too hungover to get film for the Trocadero. Ugh.
• Monday's goodbyes with my acquaintances at the hotel.
• San Francisco was my playground for a night and a day while I waited for
• Tuesday night at Roderick's Chamber, for which I was envied because 'Faith and the Muse' was playing... but I envied anyone who can regularily patronize the bar even more.

It took me a long time to compose these images and the web site. If you'd care to see what I was thinking during the weekend I was working on this, be my guest. I'm an exhibitionist; I get turned on when my ears are burning.

Oh, last minute: If you want any prints from these pictures, ask for them by the filename, visible at the top of your browser when you click on the small image to get the bigger one. They will always be named something like "a12.jpg" or "c00.jpg". I'll figure out printing and mailing costs, and I won't charge anything more than cost. The contest is the exception.

• Bratling's quotes page.
• Convergence 2 in Boston photos.
• Alicia's Photos
• Gerby Squirby's photos.
• Lucy Snyder's photos.
• RavenBlood's Friday Night C3 Fashion Show.

C3 is over, we enjoyed it immensely because it was fantastic, and everything about it (like all Convergences) is about the people that it draws together. Convergence 4 will be in Toronto, I'm just one of the legions of worshipful assistants helping Siobhan NiLoughlin, so I will be there. C4 will be a blast.

(That pun was awful. I'm getting the handcuffs again.)