Thursday, December 14, 2006
Fourteen Months...
Thursday, June 29, 2006
... and now back to our irregularly scheduled program...
I have a much better HNT shot from the night this was taken, but I'm unconvinced it's entirely appropriate...Two plus months since I've pulled up the dashboard, though there've been a few half-hearted glances in its direction. I could feel a cyber-sabbatical coming on even before my last post, but didn't intend to drop off with the impetuousness that I did. Famous last words, I'm sure.
I can't possibly be alone when I say that my computer has the full capacity to rob me of what is known to most as a functional life (read: paperwork/bills, phone calls, running a business, social obligations, physical activity, eating, meds, sleeping, peripheral vision, etc). I don't blog everyday or anything close to it, but I do spend a contemptible amount of time on the computer. For every hour I am outside snapping pictures, I log in two hovered close to the computer terminal; uploading, rotating, scrutinizing, editing... it's my form of painting, I wreckon.
This month I saw my best friend graduate from college.
Here's to you, M.
w00t!
Sunday, April 16, 2006
A couple of chocolate bunnies were chillin...
Thursday, April 13, 2006
HNTease
Only a tease would give you a slice.That's about what it's come down to. I am an HNTease. Surfacing every Thursday or so with a picture or two, this is hardly an indication of what's happening in my life, or my head, or even the more interesting heads of my peers. If I didn't come around fairly regularly with a comment or two - because truthfully, I can't stay away from Jiggsy or The Sac too long without developing a slight limp - I'd likely be looking at a blogroll banishment-type situation, and frankly I cannot handle that caliber of rejection today. And by today, I mean ever.
In recalling the last month, it emerges in layers. Takes me to my freshman year at the University, and my initial discovery of pot for daily recreational use - a term that wouldn't last. A newly devoted alcoholic, this was a far more practical option for the college student, I reasoned. I had begrudgingly grown accustomed to 8:00am classes, and really cheap beer, and 8:00am classes the mornings after a lot of really cheap beer. Affording dope would require a little more lunching on my parents' dime and a little less take-out, but sacrifices could be made. I built my first double-chambered bong from a kit - one of the better ones I'd ever own, as it turned out - and hit it before the airplane glue dried. I was in love. Aside from the obvious haze surrounding that time period, I remember the actual process of my capacity for recollection undergoing a very distinct change. I'd always boasted a wicked accurate long-term memory; like most folks, my short-term capabilities left something to be desired. The sharp and detailed photographic quality was what seemed to set it apart, definitively. I proved to be somewhat of a contradiction in stoners - not uncommon among pre-diagnosed self-medicators (save the snicker, you know who you are). Getting high 10-12 times a day effectively smeared the details of my calendar squares. Watercolors in the rain, they blurred and ran together, indistinguishable one from another. Time took on a different feeling - like a winter jacket that feels much too heavy at first and you never grow used to it the weight of it. I'm not sure I've ever really gone back.
In true extremist fashion, I've covered a lot of ground in recent weeks. Trusted inately, gotten burnt. Made inefficient use of my time, hauled ass catching up. Enjoyed myself thoroughly, waded through some misery. Laughed with my eyes, spoke with my heart. Ached where it shouldn't hurt. Ran fast. Tuned the whole world out to Hooverphonic. Guarded myself fiercely, took a few chances. Rued a decision, or three. Stewed, dawdled, danced, drew, drove more than anyone should at $3 a gallon (again). And always, a few unexpected things - words from people I didn't expect to hear from, none from some that I had hoped to. A handful of things my eyes were, without question, meant to see. Some softening of heart and mind.
Good, good.
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Is it already...
Have patience with me, I know I'm scarce right now. Can't get a fucking thought out of my head and onto something legible to save my life... it seems to leave my head making sense, but betrays me en route.
Plenty of things occupying my head in this pic.
Happy HNT, Kids.
Plenty of things occupying my head in this pic.
Happy HNT, Kids.
Saturday, March 25, 2006
Feels like a Saturday.
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
... y una cosa mas
Mmmm...No question it rains here far more than average, but I've decided it rains every Tuesday with the certainty of eighth graders lodging pencils up their noses (I know this is fact. I've witnessed more of it than I care to admit).
I had a good weekend. Got in some good Nikki-time, relished the company of two of my favorite people in the world, buckled for a little retail therapy; enough to feel productive and satisfied and not royally regretful, like so many impressively manic and consequently calamitous sprees of my past (thankfully, long so).
I drink two of these everyday before coffee hits my insides. Good stuff.
I am disturbed by the frequency with which I find myself watching DOG The Bounty Hunter. By watching, I mean listening while I'm on the computer. Still, a concern.
This weekend is the Genderlicious show. Tasty I mean tasteful multi-gendered drag and burlesque. Hot. Two of my fave troops are shakin it - The Queen Bees and The Von Foxies.
It's looking like I'm takin off for Mexico next week. Everything has been last-minute and somewhat flexible in Nikki's world over the last few slippery months, and this looks to be no different. The seed is planted early, but the time escapes me and the action does not follow. Have I mentioned I have over two dozen half-written posts? They hiss at me some nights tormentingly, as I sack out in bed vegging to reruns of American Justice.
I'll bet Malcolm misses dryer sheets.
