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365 Day 353**
Beware! You have now entered day 353 of my already completed but not yet posted 365-day self-portrait project. Muahaha.
I don’t read.
I feel like sort of a loser saying that. I’m not proud of it. I actually in theory would love to be sitting here reading on my bed getting ready for sleep instead of typing this blurb to you about how I don’t read. But alas here I am admitting to not doing something that is widely recognized as vital to our human existence.
I mean it’s not like I don’t read read. And by saying “read read” I mean I read words everyday. I read on the internet and I’m reading these words as I type them. I read as much as anyone else would on a typical day. I’ve even been reading the goddamn Bible here and there, just snippets just for the hell of it. But to get my ass to sit down and read a novel is like getting a dog to not run when you throw a tennis ball across an open field.
I actually got through four years of college without barely reading a book. I always throw that stat out when this whole reading topic comes up. I guess it’s kind of like proving to the person listening that I am not a complete utter idiot. Although I know some real fucking idiots these days with college degrees. Now if I can prove that they DO read, I think I’d be on to something!
I can say this: I love books. I own a ton of them. I am fascinated with old bookstores. The thought of being in one kind of gives me a half a boner. I could hang out in a used bookstore for days going over all the books and just smelling the aroma of the old paper bound to the aging covers.
But you see, browsing books isn’t my problem, it’s the sitting down and concentrating on reading one in its entirety part that fucks me. I tend to start thinking about 10 other things and before I know it, I just read a page that I didn’t read. Not to mention the mere thought of sitting down to read a book doesn’t exactly enter on my top-5 priority list of things I want to do on a random given evening.
To end on a pro-reading note, I do read to Chloe almost every night. Reading to her has been central to our nightly routine since I was wiping shit out of her ass. We just finished “The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn”. And fuck man, what a great book! It’s popular for a reason, and that reason is because it’s amazing.
The shot at hand? I walked around my street trying to find a random location for my daily shot. I took my gear and set it up in the lobby of a random apartment complex down the street. Some asshole eventually kicked my friend and I out, just to be a dick. I got my shot regardless.
Location: Some apartment complex I snuck into; Alameda, California
Taken: November 24th, 2009
Posted: May 13th, 2010
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365 Day 353**
Beware! You have now entered day 353 of my already completed but not yet posted 365-day self-portrait project. Muahaha.
I don’t read.
I feel like sort of a loser saying that. I’m not proud of it. I actually in theory would love to be sitting here reading on my bed getting ready for sleep instead of typing this blurb to you about how I don’t read. But alas here I am admitting to not doing something that is widely recognized as vital to our human existence.
I mean it’s not like I don’t read read. And by saying “read read” I mean I read words everyday. I read on the internet and I’m reading these words as I type them. I read as much as anyone else would on a typical day. I’ve even been reading the goddamn Bible here and there, just snippets just for the hell of it. But to get my ass to sit down and read a novel is like getting a dog to not run when you throw a tennis ball across an open field.
I actually got through four years of college without barely reading a book. I always throw that stat out when this whole reading topic comes up. I guess it’s kind of like proving to the person listening that I am not a complete utter idiot. Although I know some real fucking idiots these days with college degrees. Now if I can prove that they DO read, I think I’d be on to something!
I can say this: I love books. I own a ton of them. I am fascinated with old bookstores. The thought of being in one kind of gives me a half a boner. I could hang out in a used bookstore for days going over all the books and just smelling the aroma of the old paper bound to the aging covers.
But you see, browsing books isn’t my problem, it’s the sitting down and concentrating on reading one in its entirety part that fucks me. I tend to start thinking about 10 other things and before I know it, I just read a page that I didn’t read. Not to mention the mere thought of sitting down to read a book doesn’t exactly enter on my top-5 priority list of things I want to do on a random given evening.
To end on a pro-reading note, I do read to Chloe almost every night. Reading to her has been central to our nightly routine since I was wiping shit out of her ass. We just finished “The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn”. And fuck man, what a great book! It’s popular for a reason, and that reason is because it’s amazing.
The shot at hand? I walked around my street trying to find a random location for my daily shot. I took my gear and set it up in the lobby of a random apartment complex down the street. Some asshole eventually kicked my friend and I out, just to be a dick. I got my shot regardless.
Location: Some apartment complex I snuck into; Alameda, California
Taken: November 24th, 2009
Posted: May 13th, 2010
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**=continued from pimpexposure