Now We Must Pack Up Every Piece of the Life
I’ve scanned 89 images so far today, and the scanner is processing a filmstrip right now. I ordered a couple of books, a compact flash, and a battery off of Amazon — mostly to assuage my desire to pick up a used digital SLR off of ebay for a little under $400. Last night Sarah and I shot pictures of her box in the lighting studio at school. My D30 is nice, but it’s slow to focus and the sensor is dirty. The new cameras have better sensors and all sorts of bang zoom goodies.
A new camera is a month’s future rent. I’ll keep thinking about it — maybe I should sell the D30 and the film body. I have that fisheye for my film needs, right?
Sarah!
It’s my senior portrait! Oh, wait, I’m just a junior.
Sarah adjusts the lighting on her box:
Did I mention that Sarah went to London? She brought back booze! She also brought back a matching glass with the little imperial pint symbol on it. She also brought me back a t-shirt and some cool rocks from the coast near Arbroath. I should make an obo with them — well, not a public one, ‘cause I’d like to keep ‘em.
So, I got drunk and neglected to wear a shirt. I had a lot of trouble sleeping last night. Sarah’s neighbors were having a loud party that kept spilling into the hallway. Every time I started to drift off someone would burst out their door and holler, or pee.
I lost some weight during the semester — something about not being able to eat. I put some weight back on during the holidays. I blame cookies. Theoretically I’m supposed to be looking into yoga, but it might be spring before I get serious exercise (in bike form).
When Sarah flew in, I had flowers waiting for her. It was a tough two weeks.
Lisa smuggled coffee home from Hawaii. You don’t want to know where she put these 26 pounds of coffee.
Paul and I walked the length of Hennipen during the fall. We came across this sad squirrel in the parking lot of White Castle. He looks so peaceful there, like he’s sleeping.
What dreams may come?
Paul is embarrassed by his own awesomeness.
Remember when I went to the apple orchard?
This is where cider comes from! Well, not the floor apples.
This is where wine comes from. WINE! SHIT! THERE’S A BIT OF CHIANTI UPSTAIRS!
Now that’s a real shame when folks be throwin’ away a perfectly good white boy like that.
Well, shit, there’s more, but I’ll dump those on you later. Don’t ever wonder what I spent my school loans on — it was film.
ha-ha sarah adjusting her box
Last night, the party next door continued to rage til 11:30pm when it migrated out of the building (presumably to a bar/club/wherever). The apartment’s actual inhabitant did not know anyone was in her bathroom as they were leaving, and this girl forgotten in the bathroom ran to catch up with them down the hall, “Hey! I was in the bathroom taking a shit! You forgot about me!” And as you so wisely predicted, the party wound up back at the apartment at 2:30am.
I feel weird that there’s a picture of me on a page that also has a picture of you (probably) naked on it.
Just shirtless, Paul. I’ll try to sty on top of the pictures so that I don’t have to catch them all up at once…