i think it's time for a written-writing entry, as i haven't tacked the written writing in quite some time. This is of course opposed to the spoken writing, practiced mainly by Native Americans and Willie Nelson.
i find myself more and more tackling the problem of how to get my special friend to dance. He thinks that he has submerged my desire, whereas the truth lies in something more like tying a floaty pool-toy to a rock, dumping it in the Aegean, and then being surprised every time the rock worries itself loose, the pool toy bobs merrily to the surface and pop! "I wanna go dancing!" Tie, submerge, repeat.
Why is dancing a natural anaethma to men's happiness? It can't be the looking silly factor.
In a related bit of news, an italian friend of mine recently and immediately reacted to my use of the colloquial noun "dork" by saying," Oh, like those pictures of you in the bear hat." YES. There is no language barrier that my dorkdom cannot surmount.
I love calling people _____ pants. If you meet me on the street, chances are I will be addressing you as Ninnypants or Hinkypants or even Stevedore-Pants within the hour. Clockwork.
Discuss the preponderance of "red pants" in women's fashion. I am in favor.
When pirates flew the red flag, did menstruation jokes flow like ribald wine directly after?
Should i continue to post pictures of myself in increasingly bizarre situations, or should i be a manifestation of my prose from hereon?
Raise your hand if you like Sherwood Anderson. Sit down, Steinbeck.
edit: I LIKE GOOD LIGHTING. even i look vaguely human given the right lighting, goddamnit. everywhere should be either naturally lit or tracklit, or maybe those little floor lamps. BRING BACK THE ROMANCE, AMERICANS.
i find myself more and more tackling the problem of how to get my special friend to dance. He thinks that he has submerged my desire, whereas the truth lies in something more like tying a floaty pool-toy to a rock, dumping it in the Aegean, and then being surprised every time the rock worries itself loose, the pool toy bobs merrily to the surface and pop! "I wanna go dancing!" Tie, submerge, repeat.
Why is dancing a natural anaethma to men's happiness? It can't be the looking silly factor.
In a related bit of news, an italian friend of mine recently and immediately reacted to my use of the colloquial noun "dork" by saying," Oh, like those pictures of you in the bear hat." YES. There is no language barrier that my dorkdom cannot surmount.
I love calling people _____ pants. If you meet me on the street, chances are I will be addressing you as Ninnypants or Hinkypants or even Stevedore-Pants within the hour. Clockwork.
Discuss the preponderance of "red pants" in women's fashion. I am in favor.
When pirates flew the red flag, did menstruation jokes flow like ribald wine directly after?
Should i continue to post pictures of myself in increasingly bizarre situations, or should i be a manifestation of my prose from hereon?
Raise your hand if you like Sherwood Anderson. Sit down, Steinbeck.
edit: I LIKE GOOD LIGHTING. even i look vaguely human given the right lighting, goddamnit. everywhere should be either naturally lit or tracklit, or maybe those little floor lamps. BRING BACK THE ROMANCE, AMERICANS.
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...and I was coming here for the photos you take. can you please be BOTH a subject of gorgeous photos (with good lighting of course) and a manifestation of your prose. please.
you are insanely rad
p.s. great composition in that shot... and beautiful lighting.
p.p.s. I refuse to comment on my own competence in the area of dance, as I see that as irrelevant since I love it and I don't give a shit, but I will say that the statement that it is an anathema to men's happiness is terribly unfair/inaccurate