Look at this, motherfuckers! I worked for hours on this trying to figure out how to make my images look the way they used to. This is not a Polaroid, but a Fuji, so it does not have that same look. But working with the Fuji in Photoshop today, I remembered a lot of forgotten things and learned a few new ones in the bargain. I did tricks I haven't done for seven years. But, and here's the cool part, I think I learned something that will let me make digital images look more like this. I think. I will try it tomorrow.
"But why?" you might exclaim, "Why would you want your images to look like this?" Well. . . there's a question, isn't it? Why, indeed. I don't know. A friend of the blog asked me the other day what my intentions were in my photography? I told her that I could be glib or I could try to be profound, but the simple reason was probably I just do it for the attention.
Of which I'm getting less all the time.
The gym tales have garnered me some compliments, but in the last week, visits to my blog have been halved. No photographs and poorly wrought tales have done me little good, and I'm posting twice a day.
These bawdy pictures are for the nighttime. They will surely garner me trouble.
It looks like we will be in lockdown for some time to come. I'm shocked. Trump's predictions were wrong. Still, the market blew up again today. I can't figure anything in this world out. But I felt my healthiest in weeks today. Got up full of energy, or, as they used to say, piss and vinegar. Did a pretty good workout. Then had energy to work on pics. Pic, that is.
But now the Trump Corona is beginning to hit its stride, and we will all be in lockdown for a very long time. My liver will be in a pickle jar if I don't get something else to tame me. Now that I"m feeling well, I feel like Kong in chains.
Good name for a band. "Kong in Chains."
Everyone is telling me to read "My Dark Vanessa" by Kate Elizabeth Russell. Why do my friends associate me with such things? But I will download it tomorrow and begin. If you are not familiar, it is a bit of Lolita told from her standpoint. Fifteen rather than twelve, of course. An English teacher who seems cool. Etc.
Why are such things so fascinating?
Alright, O.K. I'm going to watch some "Tiger King" and nibble a brownie. Ha!
And then I'll go to bed.
ReplyDeleteI might have a look at "My Dark Vanessa" too. I did not have an affair with my 8th grade - what we called back then "block" teacher (social studies and english) but he sure liked to separate me from the others - provide books to read that were more mature because" I could handle them while the others couldn't" - lingering hand clasps in the back room of the classroom as he handed me the books or the pass to the bathroom - etc. I learned a shit load from him at such an early age. Mr. Flynn. He was a defining dude for me - as far as my pursuit of knowledge. And perhaps the "power" that comes along with being a teenage girl.
He was a leftover hippie. He wore his gingerish colored hair tied back in a pony tail most days. There was something sad about him tho. Like he knew too much almost. About people and the world. But also something "innocent" about him.
One day he got pissed at the class for not listening or something - and climbed out the window - left us sitting there. He eventually returned - called to me from the window and said something bizarre about the world before climbing back in.
I dunno. Teacher/Student things are so common - aren't they? My friend Matt fucked his English teacher for two years. Another friend was having an affair with the band teacher - she eventually married him.
My 10th grade accounting teacher told me he had "unrequited love" for me. An 11th english teacher once told me he dreamed of "putting his hands under my skirt while reading to me during a picnic on the grass." Christ I can hear them.
Crazy fuckers. :)
YAY YOU- doing art! That's a good thing. Very good. Take your Kong in Chains energy and harness it to experiment - play - ruin - start over - your pictures.
Do you still keep in contact with Red? Have I asked you that already?
Teachers are all perverts. Every kid knows that. There is something wrong with them. They are like priests, only you see them more often. But remember, everybody loves a puppy.
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ReplyDeleteYou start out not really knowing it - cause back in the day - most elementary school teachers were women. Now maybe the little boys got the sniff and realized those women were perverts. But Mrs. King, Mrs. Liss, they appeared Saints.
I had a male 3rd grade teacher - he was the only one and he eventually moved to 5th grade. By 5th grade we could smell perv. He had a thing for Gina Galese he called her "gaga" But Mr. Spatola really loved Mrs. Lalacatta another 5th grade teacher who was a BITCH but pretty in a very Italian-American kind of way which obviously worked well for Mr. Spatola. But we were quite sure Mrs. Lalacatta was in love with Mr. Brown. Who looking back now - was probably gay. Splendid looking man - pristine dresser for elementary school. Always tan.
Good god those people are ancient now aren't they...
You are right. All teachers are perverts. Thanks for your clear statement of facts. I always kind of thought they were cool cause I've always loved school. But shit. School and teachers are nothing but deviants trapped in brick buildings playing out illicit and lurid sexual fantasies and occasional "scores." All mostly funded by taxpayers up to 12th grade. Shit. And then college kids - well their parents help pay for their time with the freaks.
FUCK the world is so messed up. I'm never leaving my house again.