stone against skin
August 20th: all about value
I have a tendency to wear my mind upon my sleeve
—Barenaked Ladies, One Week
i have a history of taking off my shirt
Dream:
I was having worried dreams about Blueprint deadlines and someone trying to tell me that I was so very, very late for everything. I think that this whole article-writing thing is getting out of hand, and I should get my butt in gear and finish building up my backlog.
Reality:
I updated the page about me--well, it wasn't exactly an update so much as a rethink of the whole concept of an about-me page. Because, after all, isn't the whole site really about me? In theory, i could do away with it entirely and let the whole site stand as a statement.But that's in theory. In reality, the first thing I do when encountering a new site is to look for the "about me" page--the page where I can get down and dirty with all the nitty-gritty of people's lives. It helps put it all in context. A site by a 16-year-old skater boy, one by a 23-year-old lesbian blowjob queen, and one by a 43-year-old construction worker by day/Latin lover by night are all very different creations. Besides, I'm always interested in how other people choose to present themselves. i'm interested in their work, but also what makes them tick, what their obsessions and passions are, who they love and who they can't stand, if they have cats or dogs or hamsters or what.
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Speaking of hamsters, i still want a hamster. Please don't ask me why, because it mystifies me.
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So my "me" page is an autobiographical poem, a few lists, and a new picture. I looked really awfully cute a couple of Thursdays ago and I knew it, so on my way to meet Kara I stopped at the Bon Marche photo booth and got a couple of pictures taken of myself. This is one of my favorite pictures taken of me ever. I was mugging in the mirror before I got in the booth, and it struck me that I didn't have to smile, and I didn't have to look straight on at the camera. I could look distant, and nobody would be behind the camera telling me to smile.
And so the picture is one which I think captures an essential "me-ness" that I don't think has ever been caught on film before. Call it equal parts suspicion and calm; the part of me that steps back from everything and just watches.
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Oh, and the other thing I scanned today was a picture of Miranda and I, the day after my birthday, 1996. We'd just broken up a couple of weeks before, but you really can't tell from the picture. It's really a cute picture of the two of us--i look so proud. Ah, the things that can change in a couple of years...and the things that come around full circle.
i don't remember at this point who was behind the camera. It was probably Greg. Which is kind of funny, if it's true.
Even though she has the wrong address, I earned this lil' badge.
the moment:
stone against skin
your assignment:
CD: Paula Cole, This Fire
Book: le ton bon de Marot, Douglas Hofstadter
Outside: yesterday, when I went to starbuck's at five, they were literally all out of pastries. how weird is that?
Doing: scheduling things, la la la.
Link: Viewzone
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