It’s been three months now that I’ve been in the house. My house. I still trip a little when I say that. It’s weird, almost as weird as saying, “I’ve been flying my plane now for three months” or “I’ve been piloting this yacht for 90 days.” I mean, who would trust me with a plane or a boat? But here I am in this house, this lovely little house with the dark wood (?)…
I woke up at 6 a.m. to get ready to take Tamara to the airport, and checked Twitter (a regrettable but sometimes useful ritual), only to see @mdinstuhl telling everyone to look outside. I hadn’t been keeping up with the news and usually if there is any chance of solid precipitation coming, its impendingness is a major, major deal and everyone spends the entire night prior making milk-and-bread jokes. But nothing, not a peep.…
Because I do. Er, did. When we were babies. Before he had a beard. Thanks, Grandmaw, for the awesome pics of Dad you sent me today!
If 2009 was a book, I might have shut it with a scowl on my face. Too long, I’d have thought. With really unsympathetic characters. Mostly it’s the protagonist I would have hated. She’s moody and fickle and needy yet aloof and often makes really bad decisions. She has forgotten how to love and be loved. She lets men treat her like garbage. She’s so ambitious that she’s never really grateful for anything when she…
Getting drunk and photographing bar bathrooms can PAY OFF! For even more fun than should be allowed in public bathrooms, read the comments of this post, where people offered suggested titles. I think I like this one the best. Geometry jokes, hyuk. (I’m a little disappointed that they didn’t pick this photo, but I can’t get everything I want, now can I?)
See this photo? I titled it “neck veins” for obvious reasons. Someone called “veinale” on Flickr favorited it tonight. I clicked through to veinale’s profile and found this (probably NSFW unless you work at a nipple clamp factory). (One of veinale’s contacts is nudedude840, whose photostream is full of women’s necks, stressed so the veins pop. Bokay.) Anyhoo, many of veinale’s photos advertise a site called veinywoman.com. I’m not hyperlinking it because oh, for fuck’s…
And I don’t feel any different. Except I have much cooler socks. So I’m back on the bandwagon again. Pretty excited, even though I’m lacking inspiration at the moment. It’ll come. It always does. It’s just that the start of a new year tends to piss me off more than it tends to inspire. This isn’t the Vanity365 I tried then aborted in the spring of 2008, although self-portraits aren’t off limits (obvs). This is…
Good god almighty, this morning I woke up with what may have taken the honor of being the worst headache I have ever had. I’ve thought that I had migraines before, but now I’m not so sure. It pulsed and pounded and sent me writhing all over the bed, opening the windows to let in cool air. Waves of nausea. The crush of light from the window. The inability to find a way to lie…
Internet, if you are not periodically checking up on Sexy People, then I don’t know what to do with you. The amazing diversity of the human form and professional photo studio backdrop is absolutely astonishing.
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