okay.
i probably won't get to update for a while, on account of having way too much shit to do. i'd like to say that because of that, i'm going to make this entry extra, super good.
heh.
here's another Zombie Hyena picture, because honestly, i've got nothing else.
Halloween was okay. i spent the early part of the evening handing out candy (in costume, of course) to trick-or-treaters. the lamenitude of that i cannot hope to describe. i had probably about 40 or so kids. half of them weren't even in costume. the costumes were all store-bought. the parents all had bags for candy, but none of the parents were dressed up. um, hello? this is motherfucking HALLOWEEN, not come to my house for free fucking candy night. grrr.
then i got Rhys to drop me off downtown. i was trying to find this girl i know (she's in a couple of the iron pour pics and i have an insane crush on her) at a party. but the party was lame- it was a skater party, so it was a bunch of people skating and a bunch of people watching folks skate, and no booze to be found. and i couldn't find the chick i was looking for, so i left.
then i walked down to fifth street, where they had the streets blocked off and all the college kids were out and about like some redneck Bourbon Street, except without the obvious perks of being able to drink in the street. there were some pretty okay costumes, but nothing fantastic. the best one i saw was someone dressed up in a plush Tony the Tiger costume, with secret service looking security guys- with ear pieces and sunglasses- ushering him around. there were lots of scantily clad women. this thuggish type guy asked me as i passed him, "What you doin', girl?" and i replied, "Same as you, man. I'm checkin' out the broads".
as much as i enjoyed being sober as a judge amid all the idiot drunk kids, the police presence was unnerving so i made my way back to the bar. almost immediately i got something in my eye. i wear hard contacts, so "getting something in my eye" = seering death pain. i had all these drunk guys trying to be clever with me as i blinked and winked and generally was in a lot of very localized pain. so i went home.
that's my Halloween, spent almost entirely alone.
fun shit.
i'll see you guys in a few. tomorrow: Chapel Hill and Bill Fick! tonight: carving my ass off.
much love.
-Hyena.
i probably won't get to update for a while, on account of having way too much shit to do. i'd like to say that because of that, i'm going to make this entry extra, super good.
heh.
here's another Zombie Hyena picture, because honestly, i've got nothing else.
Halloween was okay. i spent the early part of the evening handing out candy (in costume, of course) to trick-or-treaters. the lamenitude of that i cannot hope to describe. i had probably about 40 or so kids. half of them weren't even in costume. the costumes were all store-bought. the parents all had bags for candy, but none of the parents were dressed up. um, hello? this is motherfucking HALLOWEEN, not come to my house for free fucking candy night. grrr.
then i got Rhys to drop me off downtown. i was trying to find this girl i know (she's in a couple of the iron pour pics and i have an insane crush on her) at a party. but the party was lame- it was a skater party, so it was a bunch of people skating and a bunch of people watching folks skate, and no booze to be found. and i couldn't find the chick i was looking for, so i left.
then i walked down to fifth street, where they had the streets blocked off and all the college kids were out and about like some redneck Bourbon Street, except without the obvious perks of being able to drink in the street. there were some pretty okay costumes, but nothing fantastic. the best one i saw was someone dressed up in a plush Tony the Tiger costume, with secret service looking security guys- with ear pieces and sunglasses- ushering him around. there were lots of scantily clad women. this thuggish type guy asked me as i passed him, "What you doin', girl?" and i replied, "Same as you, man. I'm checkin' out the broads".
as much as i enjoyed being sober as a judge amid all the idiot drunk kids, the police presence was unnerving so i made my way back to the bar. almost immediately i got something in my eye. i wear hard contacts, so "getting something in my eye" = seering death pain. i had all these drunk guys trying to be clever with me as i blinked and winked and generally was in a lot of very localized pain. so i went home.
that's my Halloween, spent almost entirely alone.
fun shit.
i'll see you guys in a few. tomorrow: Chapel Hill and Bill Fick! tonight: carving my ass off.
much love.
-Hyena.
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This may be an unusual compliment, but I assure you, a compliment it is - You smoke well. As an artist, I think you know what I'm trying to say. Sometimes the seemingly simple things in still pictures convey a great deal about the subject and his/her aura. You? I catch a confident, matter-of-fact, ease and wit through something as fundamental as a picture of you smoking.
A sit-down would be good. My friend list on the site is made-up exclusively of people with whom I have, plan to, or hope to have the chance to, someday, share space, ideas and energy. We'd have a good time.
You hit the nail on the head terming the bass saga a beginning/end of an era story. It's most certainly that. And... yeah, the hands are big. It's really hard for me to find gloves.
Caddies are pretty hip. Like I said, it's a soul thing. White/cream and red is a great combination. I'm having quite the romantic rennaissance with the pre-1970, big American car. One of my all-time favorites is a '66 Dodge Coronet 500 or 440 Coronet in white over red. Good stuff. May not have the style of a Caddy, but it's as nasty as a big American shoebox gets.
Right car, wrong color
As for the schooling - I've been harboring the idea for at least 8 years. When something festers that long, at some point it must be given serious consideration. I talked to my stylist - for/in whom I have nothing but adoration and trust - and she gave me the skinny. You can either go to school to be an aesthetition or a stylist. Stylist is the only route for me. I'd kill myself in terrible and elaborate ways if I spent the remainder of my years giving facials, manicures and waxing. Just not for me. I'd have to go the stylist route. In Illinois, that means a 1500 hour course (approx 10 months) and a chimp-simple exam. That's just the formality. I've been told to expect as much actual education there as in driver's ed. At that point, I get a job as an assistant in a salon and go through a period of apprenticeship. After that (probably 2 years in total) I'd be thrown to the wolves to fend for myself. Lesley told me that I should look into coloring since there's huge money to be made, but I really see myself cutting and sculpting.
Af course, at this point, I know just a little more than nothing, so it's easy to speak in specifics and absolutes. I just think it'd be a nice way to keep my hands and my creativity intact.
I, too, have heard that being suspended is really quite something. I don't see myself getting hoisted skyward, but it's something that I find truly impressive and amazing. I can only speculate as to the nature of the sensation, but it must be absolutely ovewhelming and probably quite humbling. Keep your ear to the ground. You never know when time, place, people and hooks will cross your path. If you feel it, don't hesitate.
Sometimes, when it comes to gatherings and especially on 'amateur nights' like Halloween, sober as a judge can be the only way to go. After the suspension, the teeny-boppers I was with hauled my ennui laden ass to a party where nobody was hanging from hooks and everyone was falling all over themselves. Once I caught the vibe of the party through the stench of stale beer and the haze of bong smoke (not spending much time with either these days. just feels right in the here and now), I was able to make to take full advantage and accentuate the positives.