scott

I went to RIT. I was a photo major. That seems like another lifetime though. Unfortunately I'm not very active with photography anymore. I get urges now and again, but there's always something going on that keeps me from jumping back in headlong.

I see from your profile that you are into photo. What kind of work do you do? Do you work in film or digital? I did most of my "serious" stuff before digital was really a viable option.

Thank you

new programs are definently fun. i am going from 7.0 to CS on photoshop. i don't even know what the differences between the two are.

ear infections hurt! take care of it and get better!

Ahh. The art thing. That explains why I like wine.... I never thought about it that way before. Hm.

i see you are a smart one. openings. i like how you work mister.....

hmm.... chianti. interesting.

I wish I was a fisherman
tumbling on the seas
far away from the dry-land
and its bitter memories

-The Waterboys-

I took a year off from college to go crab-fishing in Alaska - made a bundle of money, and couldn't sit still

took the Coast Guard exam - and went straight back out to Alaska on a Seagoing Buoytender/Navy Salvage Tug

the immeasurable Pacific is a nightmare dreamscape balm - that I thought would cure my manic-depression, and almost did

a demanding natural Mistress that soothes and tosses (the ocean) my present land-locked state is temporary misery.


water has healing properties and I take to it with gusto - I have a tendency to jump into every substantial body of water that I run across

In response:Tooo bad i have no idea what your talking about.

my first apartment was a college apartment situation with two of my friends. It was near the Experimental Zoology building at the University of Chicago. A railroad apartment - with four rooms lined up along one long hallway

we lived upstairs from three wild art student girls, one of whom was named Pearl

we climbed up on the roof often and drank beer beneath the orange Chicago sky

My first apartment was in a 4 unit complex in Burbank. I was the only tenant that spoke English. I had never been to Los Angeles before this and I knew nobody in the entire state of California. The bathroom had a severe mold problem and one day the shower sprouted a mushroom. My bedroom window never closed properly and I learned that the children upstairs used to sneak in through it and play in my apartment at night. One night the city sewer system blew up and flooded through my kitchen sink. I called the fire department because of the fumes. The place was dirt cheap but I hated every second of it. Even though I had a year lease I moved out after 6 months. I even left most of my crappy furniture in the unit. I couldn't run out fo there fast enough.

could be.

i don't know actually, ive been there a few times i kinda like it.. for some reason.. it's weird but im probably going to stay there for a short period of time,

Hi Scott! I'm laughing because I've lost a lot of hope! GOOD TIMES BUM OUT WHOO WHOO WHOO WAAAAAAAAAAAAH!