here’s to all the Thanksgiving Orphans - everyone who didn’t go home for the holiday when everyone else around them did.
i have been attempting to be productive with my time alone. watching Venture Bros DVDs, making a ton of food for myself, drinking wine, peeing with the bathroom door open, attempting to catch a mouse in the kitchen (the mmmayhem cat is useless in this regard), editing and posting pictures of my roommate (which as you can see are a bit of a departure from my usual style, but i love them) and taking a few of myself.
also, i drew a picture, involving dogs and rabbits, but i have to get the scanner back before i can share it with you. it’s totally juvenile potty humor but hey, i like it.
also, i wish i knew if there was some biological anatomical oenological reason why after drinking three glasses of wine i feel compelled to work out, but there it is. i’ve been all fired up to do push-ups all night. also, i am totally coveting a door-mounted pull-up bar, but this building is so shoddy i’m convinced i’d end up destroying everything and caving in the ceiling.
anyway, i should probably be getting back to editing more pictures, and getting set up for Saturday’s shoot with Sylvia. she’s gonna build me a computer and i’m going to take pictures of her doing that. naked. and then probably a christmas set for GG. have i mentioned how much i love working with her? she rules.
the one downside of this computer business is i’m stuck near the house waiting for UPS to deliver the components tomorrow, or else she’s not gonna have anything to assemble. so No New York for this Friday, but soon. i’ll post about upcoming travel plans soon. i’m gonna be hitting the road and that makes me happy.
enough words. back to the pretty pictures soon enough.
ps - this post was conceived and birthed while listening to Girls Against Boys. if you haven’t listened to them yet, you should. or maybe i’m just hung up on the 90s indie rock to an unhealthy degree.
Oh, dear friend. We never converse anymore. How I long for you to shoot me. Do you have a facebook perhaps? All my love xo.
somehow i have resisted the urgent coercion of Facebook, but my email address is still the same. i really DO miss our conversations though, and fortunately i’m going to have lots more free time soon with the impending end of the semester. let’s please stay close, because you’re one of the brightest (in many senses of that word) people i’ve been fortunate enough to meet here
of course i want to! we kinda fell off for a moment there, and i wasn’t sure if you were still coming up or even interested… but i definitely still am into the idea. get over here, i’ve got the camera ready.
“Now he was standing at the window trying to call that moment into account. What could it have been if not love declaring itself to him?
But was it love? The feeling of wanting to die beside her was clearly exaggerated: he had seen her only once before in his life! Was it simply the hysteria of a man who, aware deep down of his inaptitude for love, felt the self-deluding need to simulate it?”—Milan Kundera The Unbearable Lightness of Being
“Sabina proceeded with her melancholy musings: What if she had a man who ordered her about? A man who wanted to master her? How long would she put up with him? Not five minutes! From which it follows that no man was right for her. Strong or weak
“Why don’t you ever use your strength on me?” she said.
“Because love means renouncing strength” said Franz softly.
Sabina realized two things: first, that Franz’s words were noble and just; second, that they disqualified him from her love life.”—Milan Kundera The Unbearable Lightness of Being
“As women, we need to support rather than demonise one another. The term “real women” needs to be banished from our vocabularies. We need to stop comparing ourselves, not only to whoever happens to be on the cover of the magazines this week, but to the women we encounter in our daily lives. We need to stop assuming that there’s a body type we should all strive for. That there’s a single body type that is sexually attractive, or for that matter, that our goal with our appearance is to become sexually attractive. We need to exercise, regardless of our size, with the intention of creating a strong and healthy body that functions as best as it can, with the external results being a secondary benefit, not the other way around. We need to stop looking for role models with the bodies we aspire to have, and instead look for women with attitudes and lifestyles that inspire us. We also need to realise that celebrities are people too. While they may have the time and money to spend on perfecting the way they look, being called a freak on national television because of your body type is hurtful, no matter who you are.”—Bridgett Elizabeth