I just tried to change the photo on my profile. Blogger didn't like the one I picked to upload - it said it "did not have enough extension". That's one of the reasons I gave up on baton lessons when I was a kid. The older girl down the street from us who did the teaching kept telling me I didn't have enough extension.
The picture I tried to upload is really cool. It's an extreme close-up of a spoon on slab of corragated metal - good shadows, really grainy, nice reflections & contrasts.
I wish I could send a picture of that spoon to someone and have them know just exactly what I mean. Some images are just not between the arrangement of any words and it just makes it worse to try to fit them in there somewhere.
Monday, March 27, 2006
Friday, March 03, 2006
Can a Good Man Ever Win?
I was just taking a peek at the March edition of The Iowa Source which includes the results of our annual reader's restaurant poll. There was a quote from a woman saying she always makes a man take her to Taste on Melrose before she has sex with them.
Jeez, I've got a new boyfriend who I really like but so far I've given him the flower, I'm doing the cooking for his friends tomorrow night, he spends a whole lot of his time at work surfing the 'net but has never bothered to read any of my columns or anything else I have published on the electronic ether (he gives me his writing ALL the time & it's very damn good, BTW) and he has this habit of telling me how "pretty" this or that woman is on a frequent basis (I'm "hot" & "striking" but not, apparently "pretty".)
Okay, okay - he is wonderful in so many ways I'm not mentioning here and he's sweet as pie and has a wisdom and generosity of spirit that's incredibly awesome. As a matter of fact - he asks about reading my poetry all the time and I suppose "hot and striking" just might be analagous to pretty. Poor guy, if he were telling me I was "pretty", I'd probably be miffed that he wasn't telling me I was "hot & striking". Oh dear, can a good man ever win?
I'm sooooooo tired right now. I've worked about 9073 hours this week. I really like my new job. I actually get to think and my boss actually values my work. Imagine that!
Jeez, I've got a new boyfriend who I really like but so far I've given him the flower, I'm doing the cooking for his friends tomorrow night, he spends a whole lot of his time at work surfing the 'net but has never bothered to read any of my columns or anything else I have published on the electronic ether (he gives me his writing ALL the time & it's very damn good, BTW) and he has this habit of telling me how "pretty" this or that woman is on a frequent basis (I'm "hot" & "striking" but not, apparently "pretty".)
Okay, okay - he is wonderful in so many ways I'm not mentioning here and he's sweet as pie and has a wisdom and generosity of spirit that's incredibly awesome. As a matter of fact - he asks about reading my poetry all the time and I suppose "hot and striking" just might be analagous to pretty. Poor guy, if he were telling me I was "pretty", I'd probably be miffed that he wasn't telling me I was "hot & striking". Oh dear, can a good man ever win?
I'm sooooooo tired right now. I've worked about 9073 hours this week. I really like my new job. I actually get to think and my boss actually values my work. Imagine that!
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