October 31, 2003
treats are overrated.
October 26, 2003
Lookin' Extra Slavic, to pay the bills
the first in a 4-part series of the latest catalogue shoot.
which was so much fun, it didn't feel like I was working.
even when I had to change outfits in the street.
Early in the shoot, I had to flirt with the dog until it smooched my cheek. As you probably know, kissing a dog isn't so awful - there are fewer frog princes than dogs, here in the city, and I've kissed a ton of dogs in frog's clothing. Terribly disappointing when the frog turns into a dog, instead of the Dred Pirate Roberts. . .
October 22, 2003
I swear it makes sense, and, hell, she makes me smile with the wistfulness.
Some things never go away and they are burned in or gouged deep and the best you can hope for after you've done everything that can be done... you can look at it as character. Even trying to fix things makes them worse sometimes, like when you stop walking with a belt sander and it leaves a groove in the wood, or when you ask if someone is okay too many times when you know they aren't. What's worth having new? Pantyhose and toothbrushes, for sure, but not love and hardwood floors.
big kisses to the lady on the bucolic front - here's to hardwood.
October 14, 2003
movie night at picturepicture's place...
why has no one told me about these movies before now?
oh my god. SO so much fun. not 'good'....but....hilarious.
and chicago connections abound - River Phoenix at No Exit, for chrissakes.
October 07, 2003
In which the author wonders: "do opposites attract?"
it's pretty easy to figure out when it's over, but how do you know what to do when things are going BRILLIANTLY, when you're so head over heels you can't stand to talk about it - but one lonely night, when you're too exhausted to even sleep properly, you start wondering:
"what do we have in common?"
I've since realized that this is a question you should never ponder alone.
I made one of my famous lists. Starting with our mutual urge to read everything we can get our hands on and ending with our love for museums and how we like to go through them exactly the same way, reading all of those little signposty things that the curators go through so much trouble to write and design and put up next to everything.
that wasn't so bad. there were a whole bunch of things to hang one's heart on, but I then started wondering, as would be perfectly normal to wonder:
"what do we not have in common?"
that list was longer.
thank god for sleep, because I would have worked myself into a frenzy over the disparity in list size.
and my old self would have picked up where she left off - my old self would have worried herself to bits over what she and her fella had in common - trying to figure out what was more important from each list and if arts and the urge to travel could outweigh sports and job uncertainty. if a love of morgan freeman was more or less important than a deep appreciation of bananas.
my new self, however. is far more wise in the ways of the world. wise enough to bring it up when next she saw the fella.
he turned it into a game. and his lighthearted playfulness plumb smacked that uncertainty and disparity and frenzy right out of her mind. If relationships were all about what you had in common, no one would ever be able to say "opposites attract", would they?
do they even say "opposites attract" now, anyway?