All I want to do is reply to you and I can’t figure out how to do that!!! I don’t think I like this website. Sorry TUMBLR. But it really is not that easy. So Ash, I like your story idea! But I feel like it might get a little bumpy for you. So watch out for those rocks and those hills. They come quickly! Hazel-nut. Is that going to be the very last line in the book?
So I was testing out some new film on my camera… all my test shots turned out. well, mostly. But then only ONE, one lone picture, turned out from Kristas party. What the hay… hey… heigh.
I think I had better buy a flash from a pan for this camera.
My next experiment will be 35mm in my Holga. Hazaaaaaaaah!
I set a goal with my day off to start a new book. No, not read a new book. Start writing a new book, or until its long enough, a new story anyways. Here goes:
Hazel Baby
How I got here is a complete justification. And what is a justification but a bad decision preceded by a good story. Its the middle, the meat of it. Though it would certainly be easier to give you the beginning and end of it, for someones sake, yes maybe mine, I’ll give you the justification too. It didnt start this way. I was simply trying to figure things out. My family had set this bar that I had never been able to reach. Not in a collegiate way as these stories often start. No, in fact, it was the exact opposite. My parents regarded themselves as something special. You could tell by the way they described their own lives, at length mind you, to new friends. They held their own marraige as the gold standard, one by which all others should compare. They knew they got it right and thank goodness the rest of us now had a model to follow. My father fancied himself, at any given time, the smartest man in the room. My mother, well, she filled in the rest. The music collection, the clothes, the endless social contacts. They had it all and the confidence not to care that much about any of it, at least, not openly. Now, I dont know if any of you ever felt like you didnt quite belong to your family. I have never reached their level of, oh how shall I say, I suppose, I never had the ability to draw people in like they did. Truthfully, I had never drawn myself in. I was more an outline of a person waiting to be illustrated. And thats how this story starts.
I just reread that Blogging is dead Post from earlier this year. I had so much fun writing that. Wish I could start up again, but then I’d go back on my own post. Hows that for artistic integrity. Noah sang to his whale… ‘but to a writer, the truth is no big deal.’ Think I can bank on that?
I sent a bunch of you a text to see videos of my place. They are just below. Hopefully they dont take too long to load.
I’m in Minneapolis. Yeah I’m a northsider still. So, you know, better not mess with me. I’m scaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaary!
-A.
Main room
Kitchen
I think of you everytime I watch that Arrested Development clip, from your Best.Clip.Ever. Way before you ever posted it. I always thought of you. I just knew you would like that show! And yes, I am way behind on this. And yes, blogging is an art form that is almost beaten dead now thanks to Facebook. In fact, I’m still on myspace for that very reason. I just cant leave it. I haven’t gotten used to Tumblr. It seems so complicated sometimes. Especially when its just on my phone, the mobile site is awful. Anyway! Miss ya!