Dream:
I'm not sure why I would dream my name was Claudia, but I did. I was French and dressed in black with big silver earrings. I think I was in Paris, but since I've never actually been there, i'm not sure. But everything except me looked rather like a sloppy pointillist had come along and dotted everything with unbearably bright color. It was all so swirling...
The Moment
CD: from the choirgirl hotel, Tori Amos
"You were wild, where are you now?"
Tori Amos, "Hotel"
Book: Top Dog
Outside: sunny again, but cooler than before
Doing: puzzling out files
Link: Seven Deadly Motivational Posters
Horoscope: "Instinct and inspiration are in abundance, but it's going to
take some perspiration to achieve the status of someone not
to be tread upon (or trifled with)."
Reality:
I scanned in baby pictures today! Even I have to admit that before the six-year-old ganglies set in, I was pretty cute.
Me in my backyard, summer of 1977, which would make me two and a half. I might look happy at first, but check out the body language in the pose. This is the first picture I have of myself which shows anything of what my eyes would look like when I grew up. (I kind of wish my hair still would do this. I could cut my hair short with no worries.)
Baby on a blanket! This is also in my backyard, at four months old. I think i look worried; maybe it's the fact that I'm out in the sun.
May 1976, about one and a half. I really do have better table manners than this now. As far as I know, this picture was taken in Yosemite, where we went camping when I was young.It's kind of weird to look at these pictures and realize that they're all of the same little girl. I don't see all that much resemblance, and even the two and a half year old picture doesn't bear all that much resemblance to me today.
I guess that's what kids do...grow and change and become people who bear little resemblance to themselves. People who see baby pictures of me now ask me who the kid is, and they're always surprised to hear that it's me.
Tonight is Spaghetti Factory with Moni and a bunch of other people. This should be...interesting. To say the least.
Stacy has started on a new journal, which I didn't realize until I went poking around her site yesterday. go her!
Carl Steadman does indeed write a column for the Industry Standard. I know because I just got a copy of the magazine, and I was reading the back of it (industry magazines always stick the funny stuff on the very last page) and i was thinking that the writer sounded familiar...yup. It's Carl.
Which has me thinking about actually breaking into print....I know I can, it's just a matter of doing it. Which isn't as easy as it sounds.
