I try, but I am fading. . . seem to fade. Power, drive, enthusiasm. Maybe some time off will do me good. I have been away from the factory for three days. I work two and will be gone five, then I work one and will be gone six. Perhaps the following week I will work three and be gone four. NYC. Between Thanksgiving and Christmas. I've only been once at that time, and only for a day. Perhaps I'll splurge for a good hotel. Any recommendations? No, it would be hideously expensive for a single man who works at the factory. But I need to book now. I will look tomorrow (today).
I have been working on the "Lonesomeville" series, printing big prints, and I've learned a bunch about output. It has helped me on the processing of images, too. Today (yesterday) I used the new information and worked on some long ignored digital files. Here's one. Let it go with this song (click here). Anyway, I learned to make digital images pop. I think. You'll be the judge. I am done with "Lonesomeville" and the Polaroid film. I can't stand to work on them any more. The prints (some) are framed and look fabulous. My artist friends tell me it is time to sell. Now I must do what I loathe and go be a prostitute. But sell I must. I need to recoup some losses. I never will. No matter. I'm ready for the next thing. I'm ready. It will come.
I am fat and trying to lose weight. I have a friend at work who lost twenty pounds in the last two months. How'd he do it? He quit drinking sodas and began to walk for twenty minutes every day. ARE YOU SHITTING ME! I have another friend who lost about 100 pounds walking five miles every morning and cutting his calories. I'm running two miles and riding an exercise bike on "hills" for half an hour BEFORE I work out with weights, and I'm getting fatter. I am cursed. My body hurts. I am walking like a bandy legged old man. I can't turn, can't bend. Looking for twenty year old hot girl with her own money.
That could be my e-Harmony profile. Oh. . . I forgot. . . I drink very much too much.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
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The e-harmony profile is perfect...I'm sure you'll get loads of responses from wealthy 20- year olds that look for men on dating sites! The bandy legged old man line almost got to me! :)
ReplyDeleteThe digital pictures do indeed pop...at least the one you posted today does...fine work!
Very cool photo! Wow...
ReplyDeleteI had no idea you are a professional fashion- photographer.
Good luck with the 20 year old girl.
Maybe you are getting to fat for that, normally, but your photos will impress them enough...!
:-P
XXX
20 is an odd number, why 20?
ReplyDeleteR, I feel pretty confident about the profile. It's too bad that I got rid of the '85 Volvo. That would have been a nice touch. I've provided more evidence of my "digital prowess" today. It's true.
ReplyDeleteN, Thank you! I am an unprofessional fashion photographer. And I think young girls like fat old men who work in the factory. I think it is a turn on. The only thing holding me back a bit is that I still have hair.
EJR, No, 20 is an even number. I could have chosen 23, I guess, as it is a prime number. I get confused when the number gets too large, though. Anything over 27 and I get lost :)
You can work on that.
ReplyDeleteAnd, get the Volvo back!
I can't believe you, who gets rid of a Volvo?
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ReplyDeleteHaha, I should have seen that coming...Aye, 20 is an even number but an odd age.
ReplyDeleteHere is an example of 20 year old's who have their own money...
http://www.vice.com/en_uk/dalston-superstars/dalston-superstars
EJR, I haven't had time to watch it yet, but one of my buddies saw your comment and did. I had sent him this clip
ReplyDeletehttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L9pPFCjRPvM
and he wrote back, in part:
Uncle Andy reciting Little Black Sambo, Retarded Billy with the Vicious Frog, two overweight white men drunk on fortified wine watching their careers slip down the slope of a horrific children's show; this sort of shit indoctrinated a generation of pedophiles, scrofflaws, and ne-er-do-wells.
But as hideous as this show is it has nothing on the Dalston Superstars. I watched the whole clip Ellen sent you. It was like having your eyelids peeled off with splintered chopsticks. If the Jehovah I have read and know took a peep at these creatures it would be no mere flood of 40 days this time around. . . . You had it coming though for the crack about age.