New Goal: Be More Natural In Front Of The Camera

When I know someone is about to take a picture of me, I generally flinch and clench like Im about to get punched in the face, that is, if I cant run and hide first.  The other tactic I have is super cheese-ball posing (pictured above).  My mom consistently makes fun of me for it (shes the one taking a picture of me in the picture above).

I dont know what it is, but as Ive gotten older, ive become increasingly uncomfortable in front of a camera, which is kind of sad.  When the NYT photographer was in Van Horn a couple months ago, it was a huge issue for me.  I was totally anxious about being in the pictures (as in, i really didnt want to be photographed) and then when i knew i was about to get photographed, i would turn my head.  The photographer called me out on it.

If there is one lesson ive learned as a 28 year-old, its faking confidence works just as well as real confidence 98% of the time.  So! For the rest of May Im going to work my angles and show confidence in the face of terror in order to turn over a new leaf.  Growing up is easy (totally annoying) to do!

My Face Plant Diary

I caught a foot on a rock at a Hood River camp ground two Sundays ago.  Morning of the accident.  Lunch meat face. Yes, those are stitches in the shape of a Hitler mustache.  Great.

I really wasnt looking like myself with the swelling and all.  I couldn't talk so I was alone with my thoughts and the Kardashians.  Revelations:

1. Kim Kardashian is worthless, but Khloe and Kourtney are diamonds of solid gold

2.  That guy from the Diving Bell and the Butterfly is a hero - there are no words for the frustration of being trapped inside

3. When camping always remember: FLASHLIGHTS

4.  MTV has horrible programming, but so does PBS

5. Weightloss - all it takes is a couple broken teeth and mild depression

I woke up Monday Morning, 8 days after my fall to this beautiful mug! Can you believe how fast a face heals?  I'm in the process of getting new teeth, but am really happy with how things fixed themselves quite naturally.  I think I could even apply for this job and get the gig:

http://newyork.craigslist.org/mnh/fbh/1934584830.html

BARTENDERS WANTED (Lower East Side)

MODEL LIKE BARTENDERS WANTED FOR ESTABLISHED LOWER EAST SIDE BAR. ONE MAN ONE WOMAN NEEDED. MUST BE SMART AND BEAUTIFUL. FORWARD RESUME AND PICTURE TO GET INTERVIEW. 

From A Camera Long Long Ago

Dear Mom and Dad,

New York is great. I have been making lots of new friends, experimenting with new foods and there is a Party Bus here! Thats right, a Party Bus - kinda like the school bus that used to pick me up at the end of our cul-de-sac, but with beer, black lights, sluts and Thin Lizzy. Anyway, I just wanted to write and let you know I am still getting my laundry and taxes done, getting lots of sleep and calling Grandma every Sunday.

Love, Your Only Child.

What You Do This Weekend?

Book Idea

I want to Make a Coffee Table book that juxtaposes people's headshots with their work computer passwords. Like, head shot on one page, password on the other page.

For example, if Jim Morrison (He is kind of a bad example because it would just be average people, but you get the idea) was an office assistant:

PeyoteChildren1

Certainty

Fun Fact: While you were busy as children collecting baseball cards signed by Ken Griffey Jr, I was hording away Elvis trading cards in a Lisa Frank pencil box. My parents thought it was really weird and it make me self-conscious. Looking back, it was just par for the only-child course, but I used to rapidly transfer my fixations and I fell in love with Elvis while I was hot off an emotional affair with Luke Skywalker (I can't believe I'm writing this, there must have been something in that salad). This was a relief because two crushes before that, I was in love with Robin Hood...THE FOX.

Today in the Huffington Post was a little segment containing a quiver of Elvis snaps from 1956 when he was 21. I think my 8-year-old head would've exploded. The name of the above picture is called Certainty.

Its getting hot in here.

Family Portrait

This Little Light Of Mine

MAC IS DONE WITH GRAD SCHOOL!!! He starts his official role as a narc for the SLA on Monday.

Thanksgiving 2008: Pop! Pop! Pop!

Turkey Master, Rosanne,serving up some savory. Grandpa and Nick ensure succulentness.*

This way, there was no need to argue over programming.**

Tin foil, a twenty-something's alternative to the 'hot plate.'***


*Turk was literally the best of my life. Sorry Mom!
**On the TV - a Seahawks slaughter. On the Imax - Our first time viewing Freddie at Live Aid!!!!
***Hella tin foil.

NW Wub.

Whatever Happens In Portland, Stays In Portland.

XXX(L).

I Dont Take Pictures Any More

So here is some vintage stuff. These are my cousins and my aunt from Bellingham. I am wearing a glitter scarf.

Roof Top Dinner

Talent: It runs in the family!

This is the band my dad is in, Tuska, headlining this weekend at some outdoor festival. They are best known for writing "Get Down T-Town" which you can listen to here. (Give it a second to load).

Home Sick

I miss Seattle.

ER Sexiness

Wellesley Hospital is clean and quiet. There were no hot doctors and a lot of "fakers" trying to get ahead but overall it was an extremely nice facility. During the triage portion of the evening, I caught the nurse writing '+deformation' on my report. When I asked her what that was, she shot me a dirty look and turned the computer screen away so I could no longer read what she was writing. I'm looking at my toe right now and its hardly what I would call "deformed."

These Are a Few of My Favorite Things

In no particular order....


1. Shoes


2. Forbes

3. Salt shaker with mind of its own.


4. salty dogs


5. cheese


5. Running, Runners.

6. Knees and styrofoam cups

7. Planes hiding in bushes

8. Cats when they are asleep (and awake).

9. Jumping pictures

Lady Langdons

Meet (from left to right): Auntie, Grandma and MOM.

Queens

Larry King lived here.