Some Possible Topics

I bought some Impossible instant film.  To wit.  I think it is gorgeous.  I had to borrow one of the 600 film cameras to make this image.  It is one of the cheap Polaroids.  I love it.  Now, I must learn how to make some Selavy magic with it.  But the film. . . the girl. . . wonderful.

I shot with Saturday night's model Sunday morning.  We made wonderful things.  Then we went to brunch.  I needed the giant mimosas, but she did not like them.  Guinness or rum are her drinks.  Or Sprite, I am beginning to learn.

She has journals of her private life.  She began writing them early on.  By the time she was fifteen and had her first encounter with a boy, her mother found them and had a devilish fit.  But she is tough, this girl, and did not stop writing.  Her little brother found them one day.  Came in with an arm full of composition notebooks.

"Are these yours?" he asked her.

"Tell me you didn't read those."

He had.

Sexual encounters and fantasies.

"Can I keep them?" he asked her.

I am hoping to get them for us.  Maybe, I think.  I will quote extensively, comment more.

I am thinking of a project I will call "Feminologies."  You know, the myths of feminism that we hold as self-evident, even in the face of things.  Don't get angry.  I think of everything as myth, white, black or mulatto.  And, of course, I love to be contrary.

So. . . I grilled a big Porterhouse steak for my mother tonight, and steamed the Brussels Sprouts on the burner of the grill, too.  No cooking inside.  It was all fantastic.  So we both proclaimed.  Then, for $4.95, I bought "The Fighter" for us.  We both liked it.  My mother recognized the characters right away as relative equivalents.  It was a wonderful night.

I haven't regained my stride here on the blog yet, but I'm trying.  Let us see where it is going.