I am so glad that my phone died last night after I made this post… it all got a bit messy after that… but I still made it up in time to watch the F1.
Shame that Hamilton got taken out by Webber (pleeeeeeeease Lewis don’t turn into a whinger like Barrichello) but yay for Jenson…. and oh… that’ll be another 12 points on for Mr Potatohead whom I have bet on for the championship this year.
So glad I wasn’t able to tweet during the race… I don’t think I would have been able to make my fingers move fast enough for all the action.
I hope this race isn’t an indication that theres only going to be excitement if there are accidents that put the big guys further down the field.
After that damn poached egg I recommended sparklingpants to the Tumblr Directory thingy under the category of Food… her Tumblr is about food isn’t it? Well its about her life really but food plays a huge part and those are the posts I always enjoy the most….
I’m gonna be suspended aren’t I.?
Dammit… I was never any good at tests at school. This is too much pressure for me…
Does anyone else have conversations in their head with themselves?
I came home from work a little earlier today (because I was in a lot earlier than usual) and whilst making myself a cup of tea and a slice of toast I had a whole conversation with myself about fixing a tattoo. I even managed to disagree with myself about why I have chosen the particular image that I have.
Its quite crazy really… and I realise that I do this a lot… like… every day.
The job that I do means that two mornings a fortnight I go to the firms storage facility and retrieve & return items. Whilst it is something that apparently I can delgate so that I don’t have to do it anymore I actually enjoy it and so have no problem doing it. However I’ve realised that whilst at the facility my colleague and I don’t actually talk very much to each other because we are so involved in what we are doing and concentrating… but… the whole time I am there… I’m having a conversation with myself in my head about what I am doing.
2:58 PM: It’s so nice out. I’m really glad I decided to do this.
3:04: Oh my god, I forgot how chatty park people are. I just want to walk my dog. I don’t want to talk about our dogs together right now. Not now. I’ll just go down one of the side paths.
3:08: I really hope we find a dead body today. I’ll probably get in the paper if we do.
3:16: I hope I don’t find a dead baby’s body, though.
3:22: Fuck trails. Adventure in the state park woods! How big can the woods really be? Surely not big enough to get lost in!
3:28 - 4:00: I’m lost, but it’s not so bad. How big can this place really be?
4:15: Ok. Ok. Well, the sun sets in like… two hours. That’s definitely enough time to find my way out of here. No worries. No worries. No worries until 4:45, then I’ll worry.
4:32: Oh my god, where am I? Where am I? Where am I? Ok, I’ll climb to the highest ground I can see and look around. Damn, watching Lost comes in handy.
4:35: I see a golf course and more woods. A golf course. Where is there a golf course in the state park? There is no golf course in the state park. Oh my god.
4:40: If I trip over a root and pass out, no one will find me. Oh my god, I haven’t shaved in so long. Please don’t let anyone find me until I wake up if I trip and pass out.
4:45: Jesus fucking christ. Jesus Chrissssst. Is that a sign saying I’m now entering Massachusetts State Property? Where was I then? Where the fuck was I? REGULAR NATURE?
4:58: I see a clearing! A clearing! I see one!
5:02: FUCKING CRANBERRY BOGS. WHERE AM I. MY PHONE IS DEAD. THIS IS AWFUL.
5:06: My father knows I’m at the park. If I’m not home by 10 with the dog, he’ll call the police. They’ll send someone. Oh god, no. That’s too embarrassing. If they send someone I’m hiding. I will hide and die rather than be rescued from taking my dog on an innocent stroll.
5:25: I’m a failure. I shouldn’t be allowed to live. I am the worst at everything I do. I can’t even walk my dog correctly.
5:35: A trail. Oh, happy day. Oh, oh happy day.
Caragh cracks me up again… if you aren’t following her… you should be. This girl needs to write a book filled with her random thoughts.
I read about that model and it was disappointing. Not that I’m surprised that a photographer would dare exploit a model, but I never got that quality from Terry’s work. It felt very joyous. Fun. Like the model is in on the joke. For me the attraction to his work was that it was unnerving in its sexual provocativeness, but in a subtle way. It was in the subtext. It was like a penis spliced into a disney movie. You think you’re seeing something nasty but you’re not. OK, sometimes you’re seeing something nasty, but the way its shot feels like its in a basement somewhere and something way nastier is happening you can only imagine.
I like his work, but that story about the model disappoints me. What i find equally disappointing is the agency that wasnt clear to her what the shoot entailed. Unfortunately this is going to color the way i look at his work moving forward. As far as this quote though: “While it’s wonderful that these men are so madly in love with women, I just can’t help but wish they’d want to celebrate more than just the female form — or, barring that, celebrate it in a less degrading way.” I have an issue with that. I have an issue with people imposing their standards of sexuality on others. I dont find his photography degrading. To me, it does look like he is celebrating, and is even in awe of the female essence, albiet, in his own warped kind of way (i mean look at the photos of his mom).
The focus for me is, if the women in the photographs were pressured by their Agency and by him to take photographs in compromising positions. And if Terry used his position of power to exploit them. Thats a problem, and considering the nature of his photographs (less technical prowess and more focused on the emotion and/or underlying sexual promiscuity) the nexus of what makes him interesting would also make him scum.
I understand your issue with the quote. The problem with his exuberance with sexuality is that offended subjects of his are inevitable, and you’ve mentioned this already. A guy who messes around with his workers is going to run into someone who isn’t interested, and that’s why I think it’s better to have a consummate pro. He’s created an environment of sex in his space that it’s like I have no other choice but to say “hey, we all know what goes down at his shoots, so if you’re uncomfortable, stay away”. And ummm… that’s not a good message. He carries too much weight in the industry to be fucking around like this.
So, looks like you nailed it with Alonso. If it weren't for RBR's exhaust failure, however. . .
I had my money on Hamilton or Massa, though.
According to Alonso he was slowly reeling in Vettel anyway but that is probably bravado. I don’t particularly want Alonso to win the Championship… I just think he will. He’s an amazing driver & paired with the Ferrari team I think he’ll be unstoppable.