Primary


Primary

Look what I made!  I’m so very proud of this.  I’d been inspired by my dad and his long hippie braids and tie dyed apparel for a while now.  I wanted to create it on hair.  I’d been inspired to attempt a tie dyed effect on hair for months…and after coloring many hair pieces in my basement sink, finally I have an image of my favorite!  I titled it Primary.

Huge thanks to my salon, Lovely, and to our photographer Alessandra Zorro, for their support and creative encouragement.  It means the world to me to be able to collaborate with inspiring and talented individuals.

Again, it’s strange to share my work and put it out there for the world to see….but any comments, constructive critique, and feedback is always appreciated.  I’m still quite a beginner at all this artsy fartsy photography.  Thank you!!

 

 

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Am I turning into my character?


Who out there in writing land has felt as though they turned into their characters or one of their characters?

I realize that a lot of what we write, we take from our own personal experiences.  I get it.

But my character has been creeping too much into my head lately…and too much into my life!  Yes, she was initially inspired by me…because that’s what I know.  After exaggerating her personality and thinking about her life and thought process and adding new idiosyncracies, I feel as though I am taking on her traits.  It is consuming me…which is either a great thing for writing or an awful thing for my brain.

Is this how method actors feel?  How do they become like someone else and then snap back into themselves when their movie/show/whatever is over?

I AM Abraham Lincoln, dammit.

Is method writing a thing?  It must be…everything is a thing, it seems.

The silver lining…is that I created this person.  I can make her into whatever I want.  So if I need to improve my disposition, I’ll just improve her disposition.  I’ll have her turn into the sweetest, funniest, friendliest mother fucker I can think of and change everything about the whole story.  Because I can.

Hell, maybe the prize patrol will show up at her door with a giant check and balloons!!!  Maybe then life will imitate art??  Right?

Bring on the prize patrol


I have to tell you…I really want someone to come to my door with a huge check.

Yes, a giant check…and balloons…sticking a microphone in my face.  I want cameras to capture my hilarious surprised expression as I answer the door in my pink bathrobe.

I realized that in order to make this happen, I’ve got play some lotteries and enter in the dang sweepstakes!!  Publisher’s Clearing House, here I come!!

Is it a scam?  I’m not quite sure yet.  I did check on the website and read the official rules.  It does say ‘no purchase necessary to win’ and ‘purchasing does not increase chances of winning’. Perfect for me.

Did I? Why, yes, yes I did.  Yes I did download the pch app on my so-called smart phone so I can enter everyday.  Yes, I did.  I want that fucking prize patrol at my door!!

Do I feel a little bit like a loser? Yes…a loser that’s hoping to become a winner!

Brussel Sprout


So my co-worker’s boyfriend is really great at awesome craft cocktails. He makes his own bitters and puts together really interesting liquors and syrups and what not.  They sound like really delicious combinations.  My co-worker’s job is to name the cocktails and she told us this and asked for input.

Now, knowing me, I couldn’t help but think of really stupid names, like Pippy Pear or Spicy Brutus.  But, then I thought, how hilarious would it be if the name had absolutely nothing to do with the actual cocktail and as something super mundane and completely opposite?  It’s not really that funny, but I couldn’t help but cackle about it.

I mean, what if the cocktail was called the Brussel Sprout and it was really just a cider beer?

Or a drink called The Chicken Strip Basket…oh man, I’m dying over here…and it’s really just a whiskey and coke?

Or a Corn Dog…that’s a strawberry daiquiri.

Maybe there could be a plain old mimosa called the Cobb Salad.

Yes, easily amused and over caffeinated.