I bought & painted new shoes today.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
shoeboxes
I find myself reading and re-reading the old blog I found on Monday. I don't know why.
Jill told me a funny story from work - tuesday, march 02, 2004 - 18:58
Jill's funny stories from work are different from my funny stories from work because I work in retail and Jill works in a dungeon. Well, it's a dungeon-slash-playhouse.
Anyway, this guy walks in. He says that he teaches college and is having inappropriate thoughts about one of his students. He wants a fantasy session with someone who looks like this girl so he can get it out of his system in an appopriate environment. He gives them a description of the girl, and they have someone who totally matches the description. She comes out and she is the girl in his class!
hee hee!
(I think he came back when the class was over and was very happy...)
In other news, Vanessa the terrible horrible no good very bad roommate is finally gone from the house. It is very exciting here in South Berkeley. I think we may have to have a parade.
I miss small places - thursday, march 04, 2004 - 19:11
where all the people you love the most live down the hall, and the distance between your bed and your destination isn't long enough or difficult enough to need shoes for the journey.
Jill told me a funny story from work - tuesday, march 02, 2004 - 18:58
Jill's funny stories from work are different from my funny stories from work because I work in retail and Jill works in a dungeon. Well, it's a dungeon-slash-playhouse.
Anyway, this guy walks in. He says that he teaches college and is having inappropriate thoughts about one of his students. He wants a fantasy session with someone who looks like this girl so he can get it out of his system in an appopriate environment. He gives them a description of the girl, and they have someone who totally matches the description. She comes out and she is the girl in his class!
hee hee!
(I think he came back when the class was over and was very happy...)
In other news, Vanessa the terrible horrible no good very bad roommate is finally gone from the house. It is very exciting here in South Berkeley. I think we may have to have a parade.
I miss small places - thursday, march 04, 2004 - 19:11
where all the people you love the most live down the hall, and the distance between your bed and your destination isn't long enough or difficult enough to need shoes for the journey.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Monday, April 6, 2009
Who needs transitions?
There are days when interacting with the internet feels a bit like writing messages in bottles: just as uncontrollable, and just as unlikely to reach anyone. And there are days when it feels nothing like that at all.
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I was talking to someone about finding old nemeses online, so I googled my undergraduate nemesis. The first entry was a deleted facebook page. The second entry was my blog entry from 2004, telling people that he's a jerk. I'd completely forgotten I had a blog in 2004. Huh.
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I was at a photo conference in Dallas a week or two ago, sitting with my friends in the lobby, drinking vodka-crans out of the cranberry juice bottle, and someone came up to me and said, "Excuse me, you must be bluest girl from flickr, right?" And, because I'd had quite a few, I said "Oh my god, can I give you a hug?" And I did. And there goes that particular first impression.
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I got a comment on one of my photos today, the kind of comment that makes me feel awed and unworthy, stunned and glowing. I don't quite know how to respond, but I think perhaps she may read this, and see herself in it, and know that I am, if not actually speechless--I'm certainly not out of words--but I don't quite have the right ones. Going back to school has been an amazing experience for me, and I hope it will be for you as well.
Thank you.
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I was talking to someone about finding old nemeses online, so I googled my undergraduate nemesis. The first entry was a deleted facebook page. The second entry was my blog entry from 2004, telling people that he's a jerk. I'd completely forgotten I had a blog in 2004. Huh.
.
.
I was at a photo conference in Dallas a week or two ago, sitting with my friends in the lobby, drinking vodka-crans out of the cranberry juice bottle, and someone came up to me and said, "Excuse me, you must be bluest girl from flickr, right?" And, because I'd had quite a few, I said "Oh my god, can I give you a hug?" And I did. And there goes that particular first impression.
.
I got a comment on one of my photos today, the kind of comment that makes me feel awed and unworthy, stunned and glowing. I don't quite know how to respond, but I think perhaps she may read this, and see herself in it, and know that I am, if not actually speechless--I'm certainly not out of words--but I don't quite have the right ones. Going back to school has been an amazing experience for me, and I hope it will be for you as well.
Thank you.
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Saturday, April 4, 2009
pointless cross-posting
I think that everyone who reads this blog also watches either my flickr or my ravelry account, so I'm not really reaching any broader of an audience.
But free ad space is good ad space, right?
For sale on etsy (or for those who live in or near Iowa City, also available at Home Ec. Workshop).
But free ad space is good ad space, right?
For sale on etsy (or for those who live in or near Iowa City, also available at Home Ec. Workshop).
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Fun with excessive capital letters
Also I have decided that I am delegating my Eternal Self Portrait Project back to "silly thing I do for fun" category. It is no longer The Thing I do, because I am Taking A Break, I am not trying to drag myself into the studio, I am not trying to make myself care about the results. I have work. I like it. I would like to make more of it. But not now.
And critique went really well. I have better ideas of where to go with this, good suggestions to look up, and no one thought that this was Totally Just Like Sugimoto.
Tomorrow the guest critiquers in photojournalism will look at this and say "I don't really know how to approach this work," and that's okay. I don't mind.
And critique went really well. I have better ideas of where to go with this, good suggestions to look up, and no one thought that this was Totally Just Like Sugimoto.
Tomorrow the guest critiquers in photojournalism will look at this and say "I don't really know how to approach this work," and that's okay. I don't mind.
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