Frost Apostraphe

Continuing on into the land of people going to huge concerts, there's this guy.

Here's the display at the Urban Outfitters registers. I even asked before I took this picture! It's funny- Anthropologie belongs to the same family of stores as Urban Outfitters, and yet when I try to take pictures at Anthro, I get kicked out. (But I'm a bad girl so I just take photos anyway)

It's a marvel to me that a tiny toy camera can take these pictures. The Diana Mini shoots 35 mm film and will take either square pictures or half-frame pictures. The bottom comes off when you load the film as if it's a little Leica. It weighs nothing. It's smaller than one of those disposable point and shoots. It was a gift from Elaine. Here are the pictures I took with it right after I received it.



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I'm 26 years old and I have no idea how to make my pictures justify center instead of left. My entire head would feel much better if I had this information.

Here is Denise, a friend of a friend. She works at the P.O., and I think it's cool that at least one government agency doesn't care if you have facial piercings.



In pretendland, where I'm gonna get full tattoo sleeves (that will never really happen), I would not use any black I don't think. I think this color of ink is grossly underused.

Here's Rob Nakai, BFF to the stars.

Love you, Rob.

Today's theme is magenta.





Another day, another sunburn. Two days later it's almost gone so I'm feelin good. I put sunscreen but five hours in the June NM sun does you in no matter who you are.

In other news, Abq. residents, did you ever ask yourself, where are all the people who look good in a swimsuit? I now have the answer. They are all at Sandia on Sundays, paying $30 to get in and having ridiculously defined abdominal muscles. I did not pay $30 to get in. I paid zero and didn't even have a swimsuit. But heat won and I went swimming in my underwear because otherwise I would have melted.

I may have an admirer and my admirer may have given me some a bouquet of five different sorts of flowers. They may have smelled amazing.

Not that I would ever date anyone, but if I did, I would just break up with them over text anyway. People are so sticky. Recently, while trying to think of a backwards way to extricate myself from one sort of relationship or another, I realized it could not be done, at least not easily/painlessly for all parties. People are too sticky for it to be possible.

Anyway, here's Jamie and I. She is all in love, which is why I spend a lot of time babysitting her kids. She wants to go see him every second possible. Thus my second realization of the day; people in love will do all sorts of stupid things, ask others to do all sorts of stupid things, and put others through all sorts of stupid things. Perhaps that is sometimes not the case, I hope.



I feel like this is the best picture I've taken for a while. Probably I could have spent a little more time editing it. Or, any time editing it. Guess what else? My sunburn is gone; best news everrrrr.




I love you people. You're all good people. Yes, you.

Next to my studio, which I will soon be leaving, is a gallery called 516 Arts. In the alley, their back wall looks like this. I don't know what it's all about. Carly said something about that they want the stuff in the alley to match the going exhibit. Wonderful.

I've had several shoots over the past few weeks. I received a 35mm lens as a birthday gift, which was very generous. Thank you, parents.

Too bad my shoots have been completely uninspired. I did some shots of this little girl for her first communion. I hardly remember my first communion anymore, but I did have one. Little girls dressed as brides, ah yes. Those are the days. This little girl lives two houses down from me.



Then, at my cousin's baby's baptism, I could barely even break out my camera. Fellow photographers, did you ever get the feeling that you were invited to an event solely because they wanted you to take pictures? I mean, normally of course that's all I do. My camera is like an extension of my right hand. But lately my camera does not go with me everywhere. My camera has a hard time going with me anywhere. I don't even know where my battery charger is so when I run out of battery (I've got one bar left) it's over.



I love that little boy. I love him so much. And when he grows up enough to know who I am, I will be just another superfluous distant relative to him. Ah well. Sometimes I just look around at everyone and wonder at how beautiful they are. I am not beautiful. I have ten thousand different planes on my face and they all fight with one another. My mouth and nose are crooked. My face is broken out all the time. My eyes are so big I look cross eyed. I have the widest, sloppiest shoulders ever seen on a woman. I have no waist and the widest hips possible on a woman who weighs 155 lbs. I have a farmer's tan. None of that matters. Other people are beautiful and they don't even know. Sometimes when a person is depressed, she is irritable. I have always been that kind of depressed before. Sometimes instead of being irritable, she is the opposite and wants the world to use her up.



But my tree is planted. I sing to it and read it poetry. And so far, I think it's going to live. This is lovely news. Today is dad's birthday. We are going to have him a cake. We got him shoes and a belt. My idea. Someone else's money. Forces collide and collude.