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12 February 2011

3 Poets in a Photo Booth


I haven't said much about the conference I went to last week mostly because I'm rather discouraged with the conference in general. It only happens once a year, but the process of getting there during the winter and then the frustrations of navigating the conference hotel leave me exhausted. When I first started going, the conference was a bit smaller and though it's heartening to see a growing number of writers prowling around, the sheer size of the space, and well the sheer size of some of the egos is too much for me right now. Maybe next year I'll feel different, but for right now I'm pretty happy with my decision not to go.

Sadly, this is the only time of the year I get to see my distant friends.  The conference affords us with the opportunity to see one another again and everything falls into place and feels right again.  I miss them dearly and wish that we could dial back a few years. Above are two of my favorite people (my third favorite writer was upstairs at the bar and missed this occasion), people I would gladly cram into a photo booth with any day. Meet Meghan and Charlie, two poets who will light this world on fire.

22 September 2008

Oh I kill myself

I'm all alone in my apartment laughing hysterically. The cats are giving me that pointed, ears back look. None to fear kitties. I will recover. But everyone has to go try out Yearbook Yourself. It lets you take a photo of yourself and meld it with old year book photos. Since I've been at this for awhile now, you get to see the full collection of my favorites. Sorry that they're not super perfectly aligned and that I'm a bit squinty eyed. It's the only photo that I have without much hair in my face.

2000:
I graduated in 2000, and I'm not sure we had hair like this. Although actually I do now recall my bangs having a bit more curl to them then was strictly necessary.


1996:
I think I made my face too big here, but in any case this is the year I started high school. I remember pretty much nothing from that era. I'm certain, though, that a lot of girls looked like this even though it's a year too late for My So Called Life stylishness.


1984:
I was two that year. I thankfully missed the amount of effort that would have gone into creating this.


1976:
I kind of like this look on me. It's like Heidi met Shirley Temple met girl just dying to embrace her hippie brethren.


1972:

I swear I had this haircut at some point, except it was 1999, not 1972.


1968:
One of my aunt's totally had this haircut. Come to think of it, the year probably was 1968.


1966:
As someone with extremely thick hair, I sometimes wish we still lived in a time when thick hair was necessary to becoming the cool chick.


1952:
Well, I guess I now know what hair cut would make me look overly masculine....or maybe it's this woman's stronger jawline....either way...