interesting day
I'm having a lot of fun on my latest photography assignment: shoot the same subject in several different ways. It's a little challenging, but I chose to shoot 6 subjects 6 different ways rather than 1 subject 36 different ways. I'm also using my new favorite lens: SMC-M 50mm f1.7 that I won on Ebay.
When I returned home, I found out that my mother had to go to the hospital because of chest pains. So, I went up there to find out what was going on. Luckily, it turned out to be some kind of muscle problem rather than a heart attack.
the fruits of my labor
Here are some recent prints that I made:
In other news, I had a very very bad nightmare.....I won't even say what it was about.
Something that girl said....
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That girl who shall remain nameless told me the other day that the reason she hasn't called me is that she hasn't had any "need to talk to someone." You see, she said I could call her if I ever needed someone to talk to. But apparently, she doesn't talk to people unless she "needs" to....sure. Here is how I responded in an email:
Also, I understand that you haven't made an attempt to talk to me because
you haven't had any need to talk to someone. Does that mean that you
don't talk to ANY of your other friends? From what you're saying, you
communicate with your friends only when you need to talk to someone (or if
they call you, I guess). What about talking to them just for the sake of
talking? Just because you're "friends". Maybe that doesn't sound strange
to you....
If that is your way of subtly telling me that you'd rather not talk to me,
just come out and say it. Why should I bother calling you if you're not
really interested in me, and if you're going to say nervously, "why did
you call??" every time you answer the phone?
So far, she hasn't responded. It seems that most of her excuses/reasons are just cop out answers -- I wish she'd be honest and straightforward with me. Dishonesty hurts so much more.
But why do I keep thinking about her? Why do I torment myself? Why does everything I see or hear remind me of her, and why is she so cold? She was my best friend, and I was(am?) her "soulmate". How could she so easily throw it all away???
Someone tell me.
Eggs
I think I finally finished shooting my egg assignment. It was actually deceptively simple, assuming I did it right. I tried some different approaches, including this neat trick I learned: take a wooden skewer and carefully poke a hole on the top of the egg, then send it through to make a hole in the other side. Then, put your mouth on one hole and blow REALLY HARD. It takes a lot of blowing, but eventually the entire egg will ooze out of the other hole. (this is not suggestive of any other activity, by the way) When you're done, you'll have a nice hollow egg to play with.
On another note, I'm trying to find out where I can buy or how I can make a kilt for a reasonable price. I think it would be a very cool thing to wear. Then, I can start to learn the bagpipes.
On another another note, look at this odd website. It's not for the easily offended.
Got some pussy last night!
Last night I headed into Cambridge to go to the House of Blues as an "official" photographer for Color and Talea. There was some mix-up regarding permission to take photographs, but I ended up signing some release that prohibits using the photos for practically anything....I don't think I'm allowed to look at the prints either. But anyway, it was quite cool since I got to hang out with the band in the "green room" before the show and had a lot of opportunities to shoot. I ended up taking about 60 shots, and I hope some are decent. Seeing the behind the scenes stuff and booking agent squabbling certainly was interesting. If I learned anything it was that playing in a jazz trio will probably not make one a millionaire.
After the show, since I had no place to stay, the band let me stay at their place in Allston. In the middle of the night, I felt some creature on top of me, but I couldn't tell what it was. It was either a cat or a large cuddly rat that purrs when you pet it. Thankfully, it turned out to be a cute orange cat. He or she curled up next to me for the whole night for some reason.(hence the title of this entry...what did you think I meant?? you dirty people)
like any story, there's more to it than that, but some things are better left unsaid.