Inspired by Nancy's photos of Pretty Things, I took a picture of my kitchen window and one of this lamp. My mother put the glass-bead fringe on it; it has wine-colored beads in the design that match my chaise longue.
Inspired by Kristal, I took pictures of my tattoos. I discovered that it's hard - really hard - to take a picture of the outside of your own ankle. My legs don't bend the right way. Alan had to help. This peach is on my left shoulder, the Led Zeppelin one is right above my right boob and the flamingo is on my right ankle.
I tried taking a few pictures of me, too. As Nancy wrote a while back about herself, pictures of me never look the way I think I look - at least, I hope I don't look the way most pictures of me appear. I deleted far more than I posted, horrified at the results. This one was bad, but funny - why in hell do I look so startled? I knew I was about to take my picture. I haven't figured out yet how my friends take pictures of themselves in the mirror; it didn't work so well for me. Then again, maybe I look better blurry. Of all of them, this one looks the most like I think of myself as being - minus the aurora borealis on my right shoulder, that is.
I'm enjoying having photographs with which to illustrate my narratives and to prove that, however strange a tale might be, generally I'm not exaggerating. To that end, and especially for Nancy, who loves tales of my weirder-than-grits next-door neighbors: remember how I wrote that they can't figure out how to get their garbage picked up and how I don't understand what could be so difficult about that? Well, this photo was taken today (April 2, 2005) and as you can see, they still haven't thrown away their CHRISTMAS TREE. It's that reddish-brown thing in front of their stolen-from-the-City-of-Atlanta garbage can, that, oddly, never gets emptied by their neighbors' sanitation companies. They still haven't figured out how to fix their fence, either.
MONTOYA DELENDA EST!
Inspired by Kristal, I took pictures of my tattoos. I discovered that it's hard - really hard - to take a picture of the outside of your own ankle. My legs don't bend the right way. Alan had to help. This peach is on my left shoulder, the Led Zeppelin one is right above my right boob and the flamingo is on my right ankle.
I tried taking a few pictures of me, too. As Nancy wrote a while back about herself, pictures of me never look the way I think I look - at least, I hope I don't look the way most pictures of me appear. I deleted far more than I posted, horrified at the results. This one was bad, but funny - why in hell do I look so startled? I knew I was about to take my picture. I haven't figured out yet how my friends take pictures of themselves in the mirror; it didn't work so well for me. Then again, maybe I look better blurry. Of all of them, this one looks the most like I think of myself as being - minus the aurora borealis on my right shoulder, that is.
I'm enjoying having photographs with which to illustrate my narratives and to prove that, however strange a tale might be, generally I'm not exaggerating. To that end, and especially for Nancy, who loves tales of my weirder-than-grits next-door neighbors: remember how I wrote that they can't figure out how to get their garbage picked up and how I don't understand what could be so difficult about that? Well, this photo was taken today (April 2, 2005) and as you can see, they still haven't thrown away their CHRISTMAS TREE. It's that reddish-brown thing in front of their stolen-from-the-City-of-Atlanta garbage can, that, oddly, never gets emptied by their neighbors' sanitation companies. They still haven't figured out how to fix their fence, either.
MONTOYA DELENDA EST!
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