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Someone might be checking me out now. Looking at my blog to find out more about me. I’m not sure.
But that’s okay. In fact, it’s great! I want you to know me!
However, if you are looking at my Blog and checking me out, know that I am SO much more than these words.
If you are reading, I hope you see this. If you took a look and don’t come back? I’ll be so mad of not thinking of this sooner!
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Yes. People come and go online. I’ve seen it for all the years I’ve been Blogging and later on Twitter.
I don’t use FB or anything else. Maybe later I’ll sign up for other things? Maybe I have some other things that require accounts now? Maybe I just can’t remember?
But what I do remember is HIM. I just looked at it and I’m tearing up. Those tears are now falling and I’m crying.
I know where he geographically went–after we met.
Just because I’m “Anonymous” doesn’t mean I meet and get to know people off-blog. It depends.
Some people know pieces of my information, and the closer I get to others, they will have all of my information. Full name, address, telephone number, personal email account. Is there anything else? Well, if there is, they’ve got it!
A lot (or all) comes in handy when I get a chance to meet other Bloggers. This would also apply to the people I’ve developed the same degree of closeness on Twitter.
Oh! Oh! Oh! If you feel comfortable enough meeting other Bloggers etc. DO IT!
I’ve met several of my Blogging Pals and it’s absolutely fantastic! I NEVER turn down the opportunity.
How many? Let me think. Five? One lives relatively close to me so we meet up regularly. A second one was the same but moved. Still, he comes “home” so we try to connect then.
And don’t forget the cameras!
We talked about Blogging before my now gone friend came over. That was since I was more “Anonymous” than I am now. I was rather reticent.
Yes, over time through friends making accidental mentions (truly hilarious because of being friends!) Me tossing things to the wind for readership. Well?
The general population still wouldn’t be able to find me unless it was by accident?
But he was SO excited!!! He was from overseas and just couldn’t contain himself. How could I say no? But One Condition.
He was a Scot. I knew he could get me the real thing. I NEEDED IT!!!
I’m looking at it now. That’s what made me want to write this. I took it off the…because I had to take IT off and put IT away…
Let’s put this in for the Anime and Manga Folks.
If I didn’t have it, on a windy day running to school, it would raise too high, and boys noses would bleed.
In other words, my kilt. And it actually did fly up so high on windy days, you could see my “lingerie.” Yes. Pretty things under the kilt for wind.
Anyone’s noses bleeding yet?
He asked me what kind I wanted. Knowing nothing of actual Scottish Kilt Pins, I just said, ” You Decide!”
I wore my kilt (and it was windy!) He chose the most traditional. A Thistle. He was about 6’3 and I’m barely 5’2. However, I had heels on. *laughing*
He bent down and put it on. He was so gentle. It almost seemed like some ceremony of sorts. *shakes head*
We continued to talk of all things over drinks until it was time to go. I hopped in a taxi and he walked back to his hotel–after loads of hugs and kisses.
Where did he go? Where is he now?
CODA: I brought my Digital SLR
Camara but its battery died! I hopped off my barstool and sprinted across the street to get a Disposable. He was agog at how fast I could run in my heels.
Men are funny sometimes.
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Think about it. Everything you’ve done in your life? You’ve had to work at it. For it. Sometimes your work doesn’t pay off. You don’t get what you want or where you want to be, to go. Trust me.
I’ve failed at so many things I can’t even count them. But did I “fail?” I’m starting to question that these days. Regrets or none? Bad choices or simply choices at the time? No matter how much work I put into so many things…there is no explanation at all where I didn’t get what I wanted, where I wanted to be. Just anything.
Sometimes if I didn’t have to put any work into things at all: “Hey! Mom! Dad! Look at this book! It’s amazing and you know what? When I was reading it, I found…”
But that’s not all of us. Not the Gen. Pop. We all work and strive for…? And what is the outcome? Moreover, if you don’t get it, how do you see or view those that DO get it. They did. They did. Not me. Not me.
That’s a tough one for
a lot all of us. Please. Let’s be honest here. I certainly will. I like to profess I am so High and Mighty that I profess no envy or jealousy BUT COME ON! Will any of you tell me under these circumstances you have NOT felt these emotions? Or something akin? Ever?
If so? I don’t believe you. There. Now I have also admitted I am judgmental (within this context.)
Everybody wants. Sometimes we get. Sometimes we don’t. Sometimes we never get (but we really do.)
Maybe everybody gets. But they don’t. Look around. Take stock. It might take you a while. It might take you your entire life! But you did something and it was easy. You just have to find out what it was, if it’s not immediately in front of your eyes.
If you see something you wanted, you got, where you ended up that was so easy? Keep digging. There were other things too.
What a Pollyanna Post, huh? No.
That’s why I always like to give some personal examples.
I never finished my BA. We all called the Degree “Bugger All” anyway because it was basically useless in securing you employment.
But I bloody well resent the fact that I didn’t do it! I dream of having my Ph.D. and wandering the Hallowed Halls of Academia (despite the fact that becoming a professor and staying one at a University is just like only have a BA.)
The whole problem with my “Degree Thing” was a battle between my Bipolar and ADD. I always say the Bipolar won, but reflecting upon the whole disaster, I think it was a tie.
I have an amazing Therapist who finishes my sentences for me. *laughing*
After a couple of years or so of being bedridden with what was looking like intractable epilepsy? My goddamn seizures have actually been sent to Hades, and I’m diving into Physio to get into Martial Arts! Aces High!
I’VE ACTUALLY SECURED GALLERY SPACE BEFORE A PHOTOGRAPHY SHOWING. Do you know how ridiculous that is for any artist? It’s totally bass-ackwards! Artists have their work ready to go and then securing space to show? AND SELL? I’d be happy if someone bought one of my photographs for a dollar.
I found a group where I can possibly get my French back. *swoons* Holy shit. If I could learn to speak French again after so many years of never using it? What a dream. Are those enough examples? I hope so.
I’m doing my laundry and I’m really tired. That’s not so easy either.
Harvard went to see Non-Arsey Neuro a while ago. The appointment was a real rush job.
Not so much because of Harvard’s head, but a form for the stoopid guvmunt that needed completion–then mailing ASAP. He was the only doctor available on short notice. Nonetheless, we still talked about Harvard’s head.
After so damn long, Harvard has been working on the huge med changes, adjusting here, fiddling there. She only contacted Non-Arsey Neuro if she needed him for any serious challenges. Which were perhaps a few? Then, just pick up a phone to chat, or leave a message stating what was she’d done.
At that appointment, Harvard reviewed all her current changes. Most particularly, her divided dose in the afternoon where she had made no further changes. She was merely sitting at that dose, awaiting any possible issues. The med changes have been so high, a divided dose was definitely required.
Non-Arsey Neuro wrote a new prescription (including that divided dose) for one month. One month. Our typical two Neurologists meeting to discuss a “case.” Harvard was doing a “wait and see.” Non-Arsey could have been asleep and written it on behalf of what Harvard said.
Oh, Harvard! You have waited too long! Change that one month order! Not that it matters. She has million pills of everything lying around from making so many changes.
One of the reasons for the astronomical increases of Harvard’s Topamax and Lamictal, was to try and squash the mood changes (that were beyond astronomical compared to the increases of the meds.) Slowly, slowly, slowly…working! But still a long way to go.
A lightening bolt of terms of working? No more seizures at all after a month–and no more since! Almost six months now!
But the moods. And Harvard now being in total shit.
Things were okay. Or so Harvard thought. Or really, the most plausible answer is that the dose chosen worked fine for a while, but then BOOM!!! It took time for things to catch up. Moreover, a slow graduation to the BOOM!!! is in our own minds. It’s like things build and build until they become a volcano.
That’s what happened to Harvard yesterday. She was being a little too productive? And a few days before?
Last night. BOOM!!! The “Revelation!” Harvard was Manic, somewhere between Jupiter and Saturn! Then she crashed after shutting down her computer and fell into a Mixed State. Then a Dysphoric Mania. Her Valium didn’t even hit a single neuron.
Harvard goes to bed, thinking it’s an isolated incident that was really bad. Everything will be fine tomorrow. Harvard wakes up like she’s taken an overdose of her ADD meds, plus an overdose of who knows what else! Wide opened eyelids and speedy, speedy, speedy, speedy!!!!
Harvard was going to wait but apparently this isn’t going to stop. She’s been here before. When this happens, the absolutely worst thing she can do is “wait!”
She’s cycling like crazy, but has meds at her disposal that can try and stop it! If not, she can clearly get herself into all sorts of trouble! And that she has! Plus, she’s just stopped drinking! Let’s destroy THAT plan!!!
She’s also going to titrate of course. Harvard’s not stupid. That’s why Non-Arsey Neuro gave her full control to tackle this from Day One. He’s not available now. She’ll call him later.
POSTSCRIPT: Harvard’s already feeling like getting into trouble. Going out in bad weather on her own to mail some gifts to people. One is REALLY heavy and then going on a SHOPPING SPREE!!! Well, there’s always online shopping.
You see? When this happens? She can get in lots of trouble in LOTS of different ways. And online shopping is nothing compared to some of the things she’s done in the past!
Now, she knows exactly what she wants to buy online. It’s something she’s been lusting after for SO long! A book. A big one or something decent. Containing loads and loads of the person’s work. Her Idol!!! Lee Miller!!!
Non-Manic Statement: Harvard thinks she has a bit of Lee in her. If another photographer looked at some of her shots and agreed? She’d drop to the floor in a second. Especially with the titles she’s given them. That combination was very typical of Lee. What she shot, the twists she turned around with them, and played with them–and definitely her choice of titles.