Below is a list of highly active terrorists operating in America today.
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You can’t tell me she didn’t know her ass out for the world to see.
I’m not complaining, but her husband sure as hell should be.
Here are five (5) signs the bra’s not right and suggestions for how to correct it.
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This blog is just one of those that has nothing to do with photography what so ever, but I’m bored and just feel like I should write.
I’m happy to read today in the New York Times’ Art Section today that an old friend of mine’s new band finally made some big press, and no I’m not saying that Rolling Stones, AP Magazine and Spin aren’t big…but I’m talking about a smart publication (Sorry Dawn Burns if you read this…no offense to you, just get better writers). I was very happy to see that since I’ve known Mr. Pope for a while now, first meeting him back in the day when he was still a local boy in a small band called The Get Up Kids.
In other news…I’m still looking forward to my date tomorrow, should be a fun one, but I was supposed to go on another one tonight, and the girl asked me to go out, but now, she is not responding after I told her I could after 8:30 this evening (and it is about 6pm now) so yeah…I guess that is a no go. OH WELL…
Okay, I lied, I am going to talk a little about photography here, since that is my love, well that and art (mixed with other things like women, booze and a few others and no I’m not a drunk…I drink maybe like twice a month). I’m going to talk about the Vancouver Biennale. I have been in talks with them recently and I was asked to submit my photography work for their international show. I got excited, but when I asked on twitter what they accepted I got a response of:
“Van_Biennale
@fastboyent we’re a 2 year sculpture, new media, performance exhibition. if that works send an email to XXXXXXXX@vancouverbiennale.com”
so I sent a message back asking what they meant by “New Media” since it can cover everything from Photography to Digital Film to Graphic Design, and I got no response back (going back to previous blogs about art galleries not getting back to people…perfect example right there and coming up) so I went through and wrote to the email address that was given to me and asked them if they did accept photography or not…and here is the email that I got back from them.
“Hi Chris,
We are interested in the photography and digital filming of our sculptures.
Please feel free to submit any of your work which focuses on the Biennale
and Public Art and interaction.
Many thanks,
Gillian”
So I copied and pasted the twitter to them asking Gillian if they didn’t then actually take “New Media” for the exhibition and wouldn’t you know, that email was sent at 1:55 pm and it is now 6:03 pm and I’ve yet to receive a response about my last email. Why am I just so not surprised by this…?
Anyways…I’ve typed out about 500 words here, and I think that dinner might be ready soon so I’m going to shut up, go get that done and then go out for coffee maybe with the girl who asked me out, maybe with out her, but regardless, I’m getting coffee tonight.
I rarely find myself at a loss for words in conversations, even if what I say hasn’t been thought through fully or makes me wish a moment later that I’d not actually said what was on my mind or was simply too much information (let me show the landlord the unauthorized work Frank has done on the apartment!). Among other factors, my foot-in-mouth syndrome results from my frustration with being told as a child my thoughts were shameful (thanks, mom), as well as from my impatience in conversations to get to what is really meant.
But when my cousin, who was in town for the holidays, mentioned that she lived near a fabulous sauna and sea salt bath house outside Amsterdam, I could only wince, shake my head and say, “I’m not sure about that,” without being able to explain why.
“I don’t deal well with the heat,” I offered as an explanation, and it’s true. The sauna would make my legs even more spastic (limp) than they are when simply tired and I cringe at the thought of a naked stranger hoisting me up, or being in Winston and wishing I’d put him through a car wash before entering the bath house.
“I’m fine being seen naked, I’m an exhibitionist, but I’d be hurt if I weren’t checked out by others.” Full thought: I remembered when I went swimming with others in high school and college and felt invisible and wondered why no one spoke with me. Why did people my age look through me? What did those other girls have that drew everyone to them?
“And I’m not sure I want to see others naked,” I added. Full thought: I can see Frank naked any time I want but I’m not sure I care to see most other guys. I imagined the drooping bodies of the aging hippies who usually populate nudist colonies in the States and cringed. Thank goodness I have bad vision.
“Hmm no, that makes me uncomfortable for some reason.” Full thought: It would be much more awkward if I found myself around those I was attracted to. This is what really makes me panic. When I was in camp at 12, I watched as a fellow camp member slipped down her bathing suit and put on her bra. She wasn’t what I’d consider attractive, but she had full breasts and actually needed an underwire bra while I was completely flat and had never worn or tried on a bra before, so I was captivated by watching her hooking her bra behind her back. But she caught me looking directly at her bra and she rolled her eyes and turned away, obviously thinking me a pervert, and I couldn’t possibly explain what I was doing: “Don’t worry, I’m not attracted to you. I mean, you have nice breasts, but they may sag as you grow older. Really, I was just observing you putting on your bra because I’ve never worn one myself.” No, that wouldn’t work. Nor would I want to relive observing someone’s figure in front of me. Why aren’t I invisible?
“And then, I wouldn’t go with my family.” Full thought: what if my cousin noticed me checking her out her body?
“It’d be better if people wore bottoms. It’s fine if people walk around their homes naked, but I don’t want to think of their sitting on their couches naked.” Full thought: Did people scrub themselves thoroughly before entering the baths? Were they tested for STDs? How often if that sea salt filtered? Why is that guy’s penis mottled? Help! Oh wait, don’t get near me.
“I suppose I sound conservative.” Full thought: social and fiscal liberal, public bath conservative.
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