Ok. So I havn't brushed my teeth since yesterday morning, because I've been so busy, and I might not be able to tonight because none of us thought to pack toothpaste.
I cannot wait to sleep in Pullman on my cot. It's warmer than the floor.
I am near a state of delirium. Several hours without sleep, a basketball game shot, weird ahhh oh my god, and some booze that I didn't need.
I'm sorry. What's happened today? My first meal in Seattle was at United States Bagel Bakers. The women working there were crazy and yelled Obama's name. We got ripped off for the rental car and paid $500. It's on my credit card, yay! Why the hell would anyone pay $500 for a 3-day rental? It's ridiculous! AVIS sucks. The trip here was uneventful, except for a few things like driving through Coalinga (Or colga or something) and finding a guarantee for unbreakable overalls.
I'd like to share a facebook message conversation:
My friend wrote:
or else I'm washing my hands of all of this photoshoot nonsense. would you be free that day after february 28, which is march 1? because if you are, then I could take you to disneyland on february 28th, since we already know you're free for that day. OR we could go to magic mountain that day, and then disneyland on a random wednesday so we could possibly interrupt elementary school kids' field trips while they're waiting in line to see mickey kiss minnie (never happens, since disneyland's so conservative and all). and yes, I threw in magic mountain because I figured you added enough dinners together to go on crazy rides! although, are you a fan of roller coasters? because I could see how that might be a problem if you did and I took you to some of the fastest roller coasters ever. like ever.
hope seattle was awesome!!!!!!!!
I wrote:
oh my god. i'm so tired right now, i did not sleep that night we talked outside your apartment, then I flew to Washington and drove through the snow and shot a basketball game. sooo you'll understand if your message is a little surreal to me. my answer, is yes. i actually don't know the difference between magic mountain and disneyland, although I love roller coasters (love great america!) and i suspect minnie might be a whore. I would love to talk to you when I get back about this, and when I am nearer a state of farther away from delirium. woo!
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Washington Weekend, Day 1/2
It's 4:30AM. I leave for the bus to the airport in roughly two hours. I've spent the last several hours shooting condoms, whips, canes, general sex toys, and fruit.
This is turning out to be a great way to start the trip. I've already handled several condoms of different flavors, and I must reiterate how much I dislike the feel of lubrication. This is true of my hands, at least. There is still a black bag of S&M toys on the carpet near where I sleep, and ironically. The bag is nondescript and, ironically, unintrusive. In a few minutes I will open this bag and photograph its contents, paying careful attention not to touch the anal beads.
Oh, it's all for a reason. And yes, I am still a normal human being, with two exceptions: I'm working on a deadline, and I'm shooting for the sex issue, that is, issue number two of the Daily Bruin Prime magazine. It'll be out sometime early February. My shot is on the cover.
The Washington trip will be something to look forward to, and I'm already sufficiently wired. I look forward to a good nap on the plane, getting off somewhere in the middle of the barren tundra that is Spokane and somehow getting to Pullman. There, I will weedle my way into the stadium, hope I bought my memory cards, and shoot two to three hours of basketball. The only thing that can stop me is the imminent snow blizzard. If you do not read another entry from me, I am either huddled in the corner of this room, feverishly awaiting the men dressed in white lab coats with the nets, or frozen solid in the snow somewhere in Pullman. To be honest, I'd much prefer to end up with the first option, because at least people would know where to find me. No one knows where Pullman is.
As the good Robert Frost says, I have miles to go before I sleep, miles to go before I sleep.
This is turning out to be a great way to start the trip. I've already handled several condoms of different flavors, and I must reiterate how much I dislike the feel of lubrication. This is true of my hands, at least. There is still a black bag of S&M toys on the carpet near where I sleep, and ironically. The bag is nondescript and, ironically, unintrusive. In a few minutes I will open this bag and photograph its contents, paying careful attention not to touch the anal beads.
Oh, it's all for a reason. And yes, I am still a normal human being, with two exceptions: I'm working on a deadline, and I'm shooting for the sex issue, that is, issue number two of the Daily Bruin Prime magazine. It'll be out sometime early February. My shot is on the cover.
The Washington trip will be something to look forward to, and I'm already sufficiently wired. I look forward to a good nap on the plane, getting off somewhere in the middle of the barren tundra that is Spokane and somehow getting to Pullman. There, I will weedle my way into the stadium, hope I bought my memory cards, and shoot two to three hours of basketball. The only thing that can stop me is the imminent snow blizzard. If you do not read another entry from me, I am either huddled in the corner of this room, feverishly awaiting the men dressed in white lab coats with the nets, or frozen solid in the snow somewhere in Pullman. To be honest, I'd much prefer to end up with the first option, because at least people would know where to find me. No one knows where Pullman is.
As the good Robert Frost says, I have miles to go before I sleep, miles to go before I sleep.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
The Wonders Of A Few Moments Of Stopped Time
I've been really enjoying Einstein's Dreams lately, largely in part because I've discovered it to be a book that you MUST read slowly. It is comprised of a series of very short chapters, each one imagining a world in which a different interpretation of time reigns. The short chapters are all 3-4 minute reads each, which tempts the impatient reader like me to try and get through as many as I can in one sitting. Really, though, they are better enjoyed one at a time, reading one article and savoring it for as long as a day, and especially letting the resting sleep state give insight on Einstein's dreams.
The only annoyance I find is with the title. There is very little to do with Einstein, aside from his initial theories of time space. This peeved me quite a bit at the beginning, and I am only now recovering from it enough to enjoy it, halfway through the book.
Giving that interview has been quite a draining experience on me. I have a couple of appointments this coming week with friends I am quite comfortable with, and I look upon all of them with a sense of fear. I need some time alone, and I found it tonight sitting in front of this computer, not talking to the people around me. I feel like quite the gargoyle in this currently lively apartment, but the night is still not done. The nature of my sleeping situation dictates that I must be the last to sleep, and right now, all three of its other inhabitants are still awake. There are pitfalls to sleeping in a living room, even for very little rent.
I have quite a bit to do, and much of it is starting to pile up. This will be the end of this post. Good night.
The only annoyance I find is with the title. There is very little to do with Einstein, aside from his initial theories of time space. This peeved me quite a bit at the beginning, and I am only now recovering from it enough to enjoy it, halfway through the book.
Giving that interview has been quite a draining experience on me. I have a couple of appointments this coming week with friends I am quite comfortable with, and I look upon all of them with a sense of fear. I need some time alone, and I found it tonight sitting in front of this computer, not talking to the people around me. I feel like quite the gargoyle in this currently lively apartment, but the night is still not done. The nature of my sleeping situation dictates that I must be the last to sleep, and right now, all three of its other inhabitants are still awake. There are pitfalls to sleeping in a living room, even for very little rent.
I have quite a bit to do, and much of it is starting to pile up. This will be the end of this post. Good night.
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