so my tattoo guy came today for the interview, my boss is pleased. if we can just compromise on what we can pay, we’re on like socks. the kind of work i think we can produce is fucking amazing. we can play off each other’s strengths. we can change the face of advertising in the country (mwah hah ha ha ha) and then the world (equally sinister laugh here)
an observation on html and characters i usually put the sinster laughter in between the great than and less that symbols but i just remembered that in html those are used as instruction markers, so i have to settle for regular brackets. (just a little geek knowledge.)
on with our story…
i still haven’t done a lick of work for the morning, too busy watching roger dodger and making last minute arrangements for the shoot in the morning. it is amazing the amount of time that’s spent preparing, planning, organising what will well turn into 3 minutes of actually shooting.
i also realised that my spelling is terrible, i should be ashamed, but i’m not really, just appalled, i’ll trying to do a better job of it in the future. in a what could be construed as a sign vic got a memo about taking time off from work upon her return today. we’ve decided we’re not backing down, she’s coming to see me one way or another, it’s been far too long. we’ll burn that bridge when we get to it.
as he was leaving today the tattoo guy asked me if i was coming around to get more ink this weekend. my back is healing quite nicely and i’m thinking i should just get it continue a-pace, i have nothing else on the plate this weekend. no formula one, no parties, nada.
i have darren’s machine which i’ll get organised tonight but otherwise i have diddly squat to do all weekend. invitations for lunch, dinner, movies are all welcome.
now back to your regularly scheduled programme…
doubles are a uniquely trinidad delicay made of channa (chickpeas) wrapped in barra (lightly fried… tortilla… would probably the best description). because of where i live and work and their proximity to each other it’s almost impossible to get one, much less a good one. i haven’t had a good doubles in weeks.
i’m balancing how much cash i have, how much i need to travel and get me through the day, how much needs to be done this morning at work and how difficult it is for me to detour to go and get some doubles. i tire of the pastries from the bakery downstairs my office.
my cashflow at the moment is somewhat strained, waiting on the annual report (project from hell from about a week ago) cash to come in and we have to reselect models for the shoot this weekend per my boss’ insturctions. somehow i think doubles are out. i should actually be getting ready for work as we speak, but here i am blogging and checking my mail.
i would really rather stay home and work this morning (actually i just want to stay home) but we’ve got preproduction on this weekend’s shoot and a couple of shoots over the next couple of weeks. sigh. and the interview.
i’m going to get going, while i can stil convince myself but before i go, here is your moment of zen
didn’t expect that did you? i love monty python, found the official website
i’m talking to vic and waiting for her to finish her post. it’s such a joy to be able to talk to her. our 10pm im sessions have been a part of my life for almost three years. 🙂 interrupted only by the 10pm phone calls for the 6 months i was in fl. i miss hearing her voice, just before i fell asleep. the night before vic left to go off to the wild blue yonder, i called and read to her. i hadn’t realised how much i’d missed that. it’s the simple things that make life worthwhile.
i’m going to bed now, one night closer to curling up in bed with my love. i’m not maudlin or depressed. i feel blessed and happy to have this woman in my life and as a friend pointed out, when you find someone so perfectly suited, you should expect to jump through some hoops to prove your worthiness for such a prize.
gnight, pleasant dreams to all.
so i’m trying random subject lines. but from stuff that’s going on in my life, it may not necessarily have anything to do with the acutal post, but rest assured it reflects something that influenced me today.
i’m also reclaiming the term pear-shaped as a good thing. i just have to figure out another term for the absolute mess my day attempted to turn into. i just gave up on working this afternoon and finished watching ‘real women have curves’ which was real sweet (america ferrera is gorgeous), i tried to leave early and then got stuck in a pre production meeting with my boss.
what is interesting is my job gets more interesting everyday as my workload increases. this is my last month on probation and my boss is introducing me to people as the creative director. not a title i object to. even if i don’t get paid for it, it looks great on a resume. i spoke to vic this afternoon as well (dance of joy, dance of joy), as a friend of mine pointed out, i’m making it sound as if we’re on the same landmass, but you take your joys as you can. this has been the longest we’ve been without any kind of communication.
the itching has started. always the least fun part of getting a tattoo, i’ve got a boatload of tabs open, following links, keeping myself distracted.
thsirt hell (guaranteed to offend someone)
Department of Justice finds “significant problems” in the detainment of aliens after Sept. 11. (duh?)
the camel toe report (believe it or not, there is an entire site dedicated to it, some people just have to much time on their hands)
and your moment of zen
i’ll be back later, i’m going to hunt and gather. hunger is starting to get the best of me.
vic is back. woo hoo.
today is now official perfect.
yes, the simple things in life make me happy. forget the rest of crap that’s going wrong today (tattoo guy bailed on the interview today, the phones in the office are down, my boss has thrown a monkey wrench into my carefully arranged shoot this weekend (yes, it is thursday, she’s changing models…) and my anger towards her has sucked all the inspiration for this new campaign out of me.)
my love is back and right now that’s all that matters. i’m going to finish watching real women have curves see if that doesn’t bring some light back in brain. if that doesn’t work, i’m taking the work home. there is a certain comfort and inspiration to sitting around my house working.
i mentioned in another post, that i reach an almost zen like state when i get ink. it’s kind of hard to explain, you tune out most of the pain and focus on the hum of the machine, breathing, drifting. it’s an amazing feeling, then when it’s done, there is the tingling sensation on area that’s been tattoo’d grounding you almost. or it could just be me.
anyway, i’m back to the grind. links and more later.
just an early morning post to test the music feature on JS.
i’m trying not to be exceptionally late for work, i have an interview to conduct. i don’t think i’m a bad manager particularly but i’ve never liked being interviewed and i think it shows, i come off as abupt. time to get going, i’ve got a long day ahead, the high point of which is vic’s return. i’ve missed her fiercely, but gladly i haven’t been all whiny, i feel positive and at the breakdown point i got some ink, which usually puts me in a zen like place. (i’ll explain later)
in other news vic’s ticket is booked for a july visit. i wont start counting down the days just yet, things have a habit of going pear shaped at the last minute. i’m saying prayers to all the divinities and keeping all my appendages crossed.
off to save the world, peace.
i’ve been busyish today i spent my afternoon working on a poster, still have a shot list for the next campaign to complete. funny thing is i haven’t started doing any of layouts. hmmmmm. these are the days i enjoy, i seem to respond best under pressure. tomorrow should be a blast, have three interviews for an artist, including my tattoo guy, i hope the boss goes with my recommendation and picks him, but i’m somewhat nervous. i don’t have much of the alpha male in me, but i think his talent far outshines mine. i worry about giving him direction, sigh. we’ll leap tha bridge when we get to it. we’ve worked together on a project before and we were great, so i’m holding on to that.
oh my god! breaking fucking news!
there is a high power… read about it here
and here
am i enjoying this too much? well… i have to get my thrills where i can.
back to my bitching and whining (actually it hasn’t been so bad) and vic is back tomorrow (woo hoo), i’ve actually done 4 pages of the screenplay, so i’ve not been unproductive. that martha thing has me strangely dazed, i’ve lost my train of thought, so here’s some more news, if i’m so inspired i’ll post later
world support for the us at new low
arizona may ignore next orange alert
a couple of tarot decks including an 80s deck and a postmodernist deck
i’ve been hunting for an appropriate sex, sensual or erotic link, but i can’t seem to find anything worthy… so let’s just say i owe you one. cmon you know i’m good for it.
i’ll be back later.
addendum
not much later it seems, i had nerve loading in the background and it seems i always have to edit my ijournal posts when there are links, so here is your moment of zen
told you i was good for it.
thank you and good night
the ms universe pageant has just stated on tv here. i’ve just turned off the television in disgust. what is the point of this and why in this third millennium do we continue to tolerate and perpetuate such a thing? i’m not sure why this pageant thing irks me, but it does on a visceral level.
is it the vapid commentary? or the even more vacuous contestants? or the concept with a variety of skin tones most of these women look like they are cut from the same mould?
i’m going to take this opportunity to go curl up in bed with a book.
i’m home, back all cleaned up, checking the news. i fell asleep in the car on the way home and i feel strangely tired which is odd, i went to bed fairly early last night and then slept in this morning. i’ve got a batch of links to share, so i’m going to get right into it…
first is the new Deep Net search engine (puportedly the Google killer)
pride month is getting under way and planetout has some interesting features
the evil that is women in pants
an interesting op/ed piece from the nytimes
i was going to include a dan savage link here, but it will only make sense if you’re a regular reader. if you’re interested you can read it and the backstory at the village voice or dan’s website (go find the link, lazy bastard)
six degrees of sexual frustration
more from the village voice
and finally a sexy manifesto from ifeminist.com
going to get something to eat and have conversations online with friends. i’ll probably post before i go to bed. adieu.
i’m waiting for my daughter to finish up in the library so we can go home and addict that i am, i decided that a quick post was in order.
also some clarification. i have nothing against naturally thin women or big women that are seeking to get to a healthier weight. my problem lies with women who have never been and/or will never be a size (insert size here) and starving, carving and maiming themselves for this unattainable ideal. just so we’re clear.
so k got her ink today finally and i got to continue you my very large and ornate piece (pic tomorrow when it’s not so gross). i realise i do get off on the pain to some extent and now k, is trying to convince me to pierce my nipples (i worry that i’ll lose the lovely sensitivity).
k’s phoenix is beautiful and she was quite the trooper, while i whimpered and flinched, she just sat there smiled. once darren starts work i’m fine, but it’s the initial stick of needle that’s the fucking bastard.
i maybe on the radio in the morning talking about being tattoo’d and pierced but i need to check with k first. time to go get the chica. adieu.
