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Oh, Weezer.

I would first like to note that this is one of the worst photos of all time. My cup runneth over. Such that I can't even be bothered to list my endless reasoning. I would also like to note that Rivers now sort of looks like my uncle.

Weezer's new album - "THE RED ALBUM" (barf) - is out tomorrow and I barely care. But I will probably still buy it. Because I have to. Because I spent the entirety of my formative years O-B-S-E-S-S-E-D with this band and it's possible that they, along with the wonders of the internet (HOLLAH IRC!), are the reason that I am where I am today. And you don't know how serious I am about that. SAD BUT TRUE.

In other news, I am sober and alone. The no drinking thing is a breeze and I have contemplated keeping it up for the rest of my life. As far as being alone goes, I am nearly devastated. Errr! It's really only for two weeks. But that's sort of a long time for the fully domesticated spouse that I just the day before yesterday realized I have become! Pathetic, pitiful, these are the words. And little Gordy kept me on pins and needles all night barking at every little sound. Maybe he's stepping in as the man of the house?

What would be nice is if I were productive. And if I went grocery shopping. And if I wasn't such a tool.

memorial days

Florida, as seen from my mother's door, as seen through the sophisticated lense of my iphone.

It almost killed me. What with its hot-as-balls heat, its shellfish, its wine, its rednecks. So begins a three week hiatus from all things wine and beer, so help me jesus.

It was a swell time, all things considered. It's always nice to hit reset once in awhile and and make yourself get used to how the rest of the country/world interacts. And in this case I guess I mean neon colors, intense customer service, crotchedy retirees, bad jokes. But seriously, it was pleasant - LOOK AT MY VIEW! The water sparkled on the ceilings for me every morning.

And in the end I (hopefully) replaced my sewing machine's mysteriously MIA power cord, scored some sandals, a dress, a romper. The latter of which I wore when I almost gave myself alchohal poisoning on Sunday so it's a little tarnished in my eyes, but nevertheless...

And now I am back. After waking up at 5something am, sleeping on the plane, and crawling to work. I feel only slightly less like barfing.

pickchurs

The news is this: I have gotten the camera. AND IT IS GLORIOUS. Thank you W.
Unless W never arrives, in which case I owe my beloved $1,000,000 (roughly).

A friend has given me the contact infos for fixing the Husqvarna but I have not yet sealed the deal.
Luxurious sample yardage has been chosen and fingers have been crossed in hopes of it arriving before next year.. err.
It will not be HELGE (!!). It could be JEUNE. Huh?

We made it out to the photo festival (NYPH) which did not disappoint. If you haven't gone yet, it's too late.

I have also (shallowly) decided that I definitely miss having long hair.

The end.

click

This is the new item in question. I can't help it. I really regretted not having a better camera in Iceland (or was it that I regretted being too lazy, too in the moment to carry around my SLR?). And then sometimes I still have fantasies where I am creative and taking interesting photos all the while. Like the huz, sort of. But more as a project.

But also I need to pay some major debts and also get the old Husqvarna Viking serviced. And and and. There is also the disapproving glare I will get if I just charge it and don't earn it or sell something or... something.

But what about W's rebate? Maybe?

I can't stop thinking about ittttttttttttttt. The internet is not helping me on this day.

the week at large

I say it all the time but wouldn't it be nice if I actually started sewing again? Put my university skills to use? Most of the time it's not even a consideration as I genuinely have a truthful awareness of what goes into "simple garments". It's tempting though. I need to be doing SOMETHING... to say the least. Poor Helge. I didn't even bother to apply to Renegade this year.

In other news, another slow week. It would be more joyful if the weather was a bit nicer. The rain kept me in a coma for the majority of it ... and actually, it's only Thursday. Today I am still in an indian food toxic hangover. I really need to realize it might do me well not to eat garbage even if it's free, even if it's there.

Over the course of last week I was boozing it up (oh you know it!) with pink wine at least two nights. The final night being Friday in which the details became verrrrry foggy towards the end. I do remember waking up in a state of frustration multiple times because I was inexpliably sleeping flat on my stomach (once on the couch, fully clothed including my coat) and then a mysterious dream where I became positive I had lost either my phone or my wallet. Which became a sort of subconscious awareness of the latter because as of now my wallet still remains M.I.A. I then vowed never to drink again.

And I went to the dentist and got slapped on the wrist for this and that. And then they gave me blue glasses and offered me a list of movies to watch whilst they cleaned me up. What is it about the dentist that compells me to lie? That and yoga. I will never admit my lack of daily floss or lack of experience.

Otherwise I am a total bum.

BBC Test Card F

Information straight from WIkipedia:

Test Card F is a test card that was created by the BBC and used on television in the United Kingdom and in countries elsewhere in the world for more than four decades. Like other test cards, it was usually shown while no programmes were being broadcast, but was the first to be transmitted in colour in the UK and the first to feature a person,[1] and has become an iconic British image and is regularly subject to parody.

The central image on the card shows an eight-year-old girl, Carole Hersee, playing noughts and crosses with a clown doll Bubbles the Clown, surrounded by various greyscales and colour test signals needed to ensure a correct picture. It was first broadcast on 2nd July 1967 (the day after the first colour pictures appeared to the public on television) on BBC2.

The card was developed by a BBC engineer, George Hersee, father of Carole Hersee, the girl in the central image. It was frequently broadcast during downtime on BBC1 until that channel went fully 24 hours in 1997, and on BBC Two until its downtime was replaced entirely by Pages from Ceefax in 1998, after which it was only seen during engineering work, and was last seen in this role in 1999. Test Card J and Test Card W, which are digitally enhanced and widescreen versions respectively, have replaced it, although they are very infrequently broadcast due to the fact that the BBC now broadcasts BBC News and Ceefax pages on its terrestrial channels during downtime.

Mouth to mouth we lie.

The good news is that previously disastrous, doomsday-like thoughts have subsided in the wake of shorter working hours, summery weather, and midday walks. So what I am trying to say is that I am still afloat. Which is a very good thing.

Last night we went to a bit of Icelandic Cultural Hour (as I called it) in the form of Hjaltalin and Mum performing at some theater space. Don't even bother to say it, I already know I am obsessed. The truth of the matter is that I borderline stalked the former as they just so HAPPENED to be on the flight with us and I just so HAPPENED to read about their lead singer/songwriter (who I now claim to be in love with) in the Reykjavik Grapevine we took back with us and this band just so HAPPENED to have been nominated for 5 music awards recently and when I looked them up on line they just so HAPPENED to be playing in New York in two days. And I decisively made a purchase to attend. Which, if you know me, you'll note is a rarity these days. REGARDLESS, I am sort of blown away. Like maybe the very best show I have seen in a long while?! Oh, Icelandia.

Today a shoot I worked on (in the loosest sense) came accompanied with a story from the photographer of the subject in question... crying.

And in other news I am as vapid and shallow as usual but trying a little bit harder not to watch as much tv (Gossip Girl being an exception) and be productive. Which, at 10:30 is coming thirty minutes away from my bedtime. It's the least I can do.

a tiny video project i worked on...

This is a link to NYTime's coverage of the Bjork video I worked on over the summer. Note my blond head at work when the yak skin is being moved to and fro. I am always very thankful that (thus far) no footage of photography has shown me frontally as it was usually about 500 degrees fahrenheit at all times.

simultaneous return

We are back from Iceland since Friday. Since then have been trying to be a bit more mentally productive. Still uncertain as to whether or not Helge will ever come back to life but am trying to be optimistic that, at the very least, I will think of things to do outside of work, work, work.

Very inspired by the music of the Icelanders... both to listen to (and not watch television and therefore to read or think) and to spend money on CDs and tickets (and not just on them).

Tomorrow is back to the miserable gray cubicle - which I am lucky to have? - and I am really realizing that most of what I'll dread about being back there centers on the fact that everyone is unhappy and I'm not particularly inspired to challenge myself... a.k.a. to fail. Which is a very negative outlook, I realize.

Still fantasizing about moving far away.

And by the way, HELLO!

krisatomic

so humbled.