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Not Actually Borges
02 November 2010 @ 03:28 am
I am terrible at keeping my resolutions. And I make a ton of resolutions.
 
 
Not Actually Borges
19 October 2010 @ 01:07 am
I guess I'm looking forward to NYC???

I don't know. I'm back in Atlanta, everywhere I turn folks are feeding me bourbon.

I just told this girl about her mismatched breasts and she bought shots for the bar. I do not know what is happening.
 
 
 
Not Actually Borges
04 October 2010 @ 11:39 am
I was feeling pretty bummed* yesterday morning because I have about $7 right now and I'm going to need to borrow money again from my parents to make rent this month**.

Then a few hours later I was driving to Asheville with this girl who was dressed like a cross between a pirate and a Venetian fop, and I thought, "hey, this is alright."

Here are some photos I took Saturday night:






* Also I was bummed because this coked up stripper broke into my room and jumped on my bed at 6 in the morning, but that's another story.

** this is especially tragic because I had just finished paying back all my debts last month. It's a long story, but I've basically been paying my roommates bills and rent for the last month, while only working one day a week.
 
 
Not Actually Borges
03 October 2010 @ 03:47 am


(This is not the girl I mentioned in the previous post.)
 
 
 
Not Actually Borges
01 October 2010 @ 01:42 am
I'm not sure I've mentioned this, but my mother was sick for most of my junior year of university.

The illness she had is still not named, but she was basically stuck in bed for several months, constantly running a 103 fever and unable to keep food down without puking. It was a bad time for her; during the worst months, before they found a semi-effective treatment, she had to be assisted to the bathroom several times a day in order to throw up or use the lavatory. Several months in they found a drug cocktail that eliminated most of the symptoms. Still, over the course of a few months my mom lost 30 or so pounds in the hospital.

I'm still not sure what I think about that time.

A lot of it I ignored: I visited on my designated days, and sometimes I visited by surprise. But I was in school and getting ready to spend a year or so traveling. I convinced myself that I didn't need to spend so much time with my mom. It's possible I really didn't.

Like me, my mom lives inside herself and her perception. Where she sees a fragment, she makes a complete narrative. She is never alone (I hope) she lives inside her own kaleidoscope library.

My mom is basically healed now.
 
 
 
Not Actually Borges
28 September 2010 @ 12:33 am
Man, I don't even know what to call it when you've been sleeping with this girl off and on, and you've both been dating different people off an on, and then you stop seeing each other.

Also you work together and have been good friends for a year or two.

And more complications, too complicated to name.
 
 
 
Not Actually Borges
05 September 2010 @ 04:37 am
Ran in to my most recent ex and her new boyfriend a few hours ago. They ended up hanging out with my group at DragonCon for a while, I left early for a legitimate reason.

One of the stranger feelings I've experienced going through this breakup is the understanding that I will no longer be sleeping with my (former)girlfriend.
 
 
Not Actually Borges
29 August 2010 @ 12:49 am


 
 
 
Not Actually Borges
26 August 2010 @ 04:30 pm






I shot those this morning. I'm not sure how I think of the series - the model wanted head shots, and I guess I gave her headshots. I still wish I could have done a little more with the shoot.

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In completely opposite news, I ran into my old neighbor Freddy yesterday afternoon asking for change outside the grocery store. Freddy had been my neighbor until about 5 months in to his lease, when his wife lost her job at a local big factory-type bakery. Freddy ended up having lunch with me and catching up. It sounds like Freddy's wife is staying at a women's shelter outside of town, while Freddy's staying at the notorious Peachtree and Pine Shelter*.

He's basically screwed at this point - too sick and too old to get work anywhere, and he can't spend any time with his wife because her womens' only shelter is at the far end of town. We talked for a while, and I think Freddy was happy to have a chance at conversation in a section of town where the homeless are normally ignored even more than is usual in Atlanta.

* Peachtree and Pine is Atlanta's only large shelter (it holds almost 700 people, as compared to the 100 most shelters hold). It's located on some really expensive realestate in downtown Atlanta, and it's constantly under threat of closing.