I’m supposed to be a drug addict angel. My friend Elaina and I are going as the same thing (more Halloween-ish photos to come later). I don’t look this cracked out in real life. Please notice the eye makeup and bandaids.
So, this last Tuesday, Elizabeth Perkins from the show “Weeds” came to visit The Martha Show. While making brownies, Martha continually complained that the discussion of Elizabeth’s show and it’s subject matter (marijuana) was making her nervous. “I’m on probation!” she squealed and she went on to say that she was worried that her probation officer might see her talking about pot. Well, as they’re about to wrap up making the brownie batter, Martha does this:
I haven’t been able to sleep very well recently. A lot of it has to do with my roommate staying up until like five in the morning every night and keeping the overhead fluorescent light on while he does it. Fluorescent lights are the most evil form of lighting ever created by mankind and my pure hatred for them has caused me to think that anybody who does not think this way has absolutely no emotion or feeling. How can people function with the buzzing, harsh, pulsating photons POUNDING down onto their skin?? I certainly can’t function or sleep.
On top of turning the horrible fluorescent lights on every time I leave the room, my roommate and I have started to have another kind of passive-aggressive war. This one having to do with the temperature in the room. I think it’s because I’ve grown up with totally cheap parents who will not spend anymore on heating than they absolutely have to, but I can not sleep or breathe if the heat is above about sixty degrees. I try to open the window as wide as it can go to get some cool air circulating in here, but as soon as I leave the room and come back, I find my roommate has closed the windows. It has continued like this for a few days and every morning that I wake up after a night of HOT, HOT sleep, I feel like my throat is made of sandpaper and as if my skin is about to flake off because of dryness.
The weather up here in New York has been a little bit less than perfect the past few days. Wednesday afternoon, I had to take the Subway into Manhattan to attend a gallery viewing with my photography class. I was stupid enough to assume that I could walk easily from Union Square to the gallery area of Chelsea. Even with my umbrella, the majority of my clothing was soaking wet even before I was half way there. There really is nothing more uncomfortable than walking in shoes that are entirely saturated with water. Well, besides perhaps getting a root canal without anesthetic and being forced to watch Will Ferrell act.
I trekked my way through a wet and windy hell of apocalyptic rain in order to get to the meeting point (a small artist bookstore) only to find that just one other student had actually managed to make it. Our teacher, having no attention span whatsoever (a trait I really kind of like about her), refused to wait for the other students to show up and we went back into the drizzle to visit galleries.
Yesterday, while the rain was no so bad as to cause airplanes to crash into apartment buildings, the weather was still pretty miserable. For the first time this year, I’ve felt what felt like actual autumn. Unfortunately, I didn’t bring my coat with me to college. After walking with a friend through the cold, windy campus to the pizza shop, I found that an entire part of the ceiling in the building our cafeteria is in had come down due to rain damage.
It’s kind of funny that even though my major is Photography, with all of the other work I’m getting in my other classes, I don’t really have any time to go out and take a lot of pictures. I’m usually either without my camera, without available models, or up in my dorm room doing regular old boring stuff. Not to mention that all of the photo stores are in the middle of Manhattan and they’re closed on Jewish holidays. Most of the photoshoots I’ve done so far have been completely impromptu and not really planned out. That’s not really to say that I don’t like the pictures that result from them, though. This particular photoshoot starring some guys from my dorm was one of these said impromptu shoots, but I’m pretty happy with some of the shots. Click here to see the pictures in a slideshow.