March 8, 2011
When it comes, it sneaks up from behind and clobbers me without warning. The pain swoops up and descends, bringing down a blanket over my view. Everything, everything, is seen through the haze of pain. It’s impossible to look around it, or over it. It mocks my attempts to ignore it by prickling my eyes with tears since apparently a metaphorical vision change simply isn’t enough.
March 8, 2011
I shot this first for the pattern, or patteren as Zozer calls it, but it was later, during post, that I saw little slivers of myself and her both reflected, albeit distorted. It only made me like it more. Patteren discovered under the cashier counter at Steak n' Shake. Sidebar: holy mother of all oral hygiene, please please please do something about my painfully swollen gums. Do I not brush 2x per day? Do I not floss regularly? Why must you torture me with pain worse than my c-section? I'm serious. This is really affecting my quality of life and, after three days (and nights) of constant pain, I'm so over it. I'm now on antibiotics, which I hate, but I have no other choice. It's that or the bottle of Jack in the basement, and I still have to go to work. The antibiotics supplement the 800mg of Advil I pop about every four hours just to take the edge off. Jeez. If I'm going to be in this much pain, I'd at least like to have something to show for it. Gaping head wound or something. Swollen gums just sound so damn wimpy. And geezer-like.
March 5, 2011
Zoe: how do you spell "wonch?"
Me: there is no such word.
Zoe: yes, there is. "Wonch you sing with me?!"
March 5, 2011
This is on the coat rack outside the hall. What a fantastic hat. Stylish hats need to come back, for both men and women.
March 5, 2011
I seem to have a bathroom motif going today.
I just liked the colors in here is all.
March 5, 2011
The program today includes a box lunch. After shuffling through the line with everyone else, I found a table with two darling little old ladies. A third soon joined us. Two of them were delightful. The third? Yeah. I dined with a sweet little blue-eyed, white-haired bigot. Holy crap. Although we tried desperately to steer the conversation elsewhere, she managed to drive it right back to such conversational gems as welfare, teen pregnancy, rap, and violence. Which according to her only afflict "the blacks." The only humorous part of it was the fact that she seems rather stuck in the 80s, as breakdancing and Atari were also mentioned. I stuffed a mediocre turkey and artichoke sandwich in my mouth, washed it down with a Dr. Pepper, and beat it. Along with one of the other white-hairs with whom I have a lot in common: we're both writers married to engineers. Oh, and we're not racist. Program is getting ready to start again. It's, well, it's meh. Not great, not horrible. Definitely for someone who hasn't been shooting for 20 years. Eh, the pictures are pretty. And they play Van Morrison at the breaks. Although I've heard Caravan about five times now. La la la la…la la la…
March 5, 2011
Forgot I took this last week. I just love that her feet don't touch the ground.
March 5, 2011
They're showing camera club members work while we wait for the program to start. STL has some phenomenal photographers.
March 5, 2011
Yay! Haven't really been able to shoot much lately. Well, to be honest, I haven't really felt much in the mood to shoot. Been hibernating, I guess. Spring is coming, though, and I'm hoping that today's seminar primes the creative pump.
March 4, 2011
Down for the count today. Three days of ignoring the head cold did not do anything to convince the head cold to leave. Since my main deadlines were met for the week, and I was relatively caught up, I stayed home and stayed in bed. Every once in awhile I would regain consciousness, check the phone, see that my job was still secure as 27 more e-mails had arrived since I last checked, and then fall back asleep.