January 23, 2008; 1:10 am
I’ve been sick since Sunday and it’s sucked quite a bit. It’s been (not unlike the stock market) inconsistently getting better and worse and better and worse over the past few days. (Not necessarily in that order.) But I’ve been downing orange juice like no other, and hopefully the combination of rest, juice, tea, and medicine has started turning the tide. Honestly: who gets sick to start off a semester of school?
After an afternoon nap, I was feeling well enough this evening to spend some time in the craft studio darkroom. Because hey, I finished this roll of film almost three weeks ago and I wasn’t about to get lazy and pay someone else to do it. And I get cabin fever all too easily; I can’t think of more than five instances where I spent more than 18 consecutive hours at home.
In my negatives binder, the last page is dated “Dec 2006 - Jan 2007.” Damn. It’s been a while.
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January 21, 2008; 2:36 am
It’s 21 days in, but I think I finally have a resolution.
I need to shoot more pictures. Something about the past two weeks has been nagging at me to do so. Opportunities, messages, conversations — everything’s telling me that I miss the days of shooting like a madman.
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January 13, 2008; 5:01 am
Intensity is the word this year because I’ve been bringing a lot of it. I’ve got an attitude like “no more bullshit, I’m getting things done.” I’ve been working for real, instead of slacking off. I’ve been learning new things. I’ve gotten out more. I’ve been more brutally honest. Or maybe just more brutal. Confrontational. I seem to have lost some (or a lot?) of the restraint I had.
It’s come to my attention this week that I’m prone to ranting again. That my verbal assaults are more piercing and drawn out than they’d been. I’ve had no less than five conversations this week in which I probably came down too hard (with one of truth, frustration, anger, or depression) on the ears that had the misfortune of being tuned to my voice.
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Transitioning between the ramp and the highway, I burst into laughter.
It was 5 AM.
January 1.
2008.
Finally, the new year. Something to get away from what I wrongly thought would be “lucky number seven.” Up to this point, sevens were always lucky for me. Ask my parents: I was born on March 7, 1987, just before 7pm, weighing in at 7lbs, 7oz. If you were like me, you’d love to believe this means something.
Finally, 2008. My symbol of finally having beaten the odds by surviving 2007.
I was laughing to myself in my car.
It was 2008. And I’d already had a couple of real good, heart-to-heart conversations this year.
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