a girl’s quixotic love of happenstance photographs and words.
Heading over to the Hyatt tomorrow for volunteering at the Web Directions North workshops. And then on Friday/Saturday I’ll be heading up to Whistler with the other attendees for the ski trip. YAY! Will post photos again in a couple days. 
A Call for Evolution by Sean Maxey, Andy Dixon, Wendy Oakman. circa. April 20th, 2007
“He had to be a genius or nothing, and since he couldn’t be creative he turned to bohemianism, eccentricity, social versatility, conquests.” (Allan Ginsberg)
Sometimes this sentences describes how I feel about the impression of myself, previously and currently. I am also a perfectionist; the past is de-constructed, and the present and future are instead constant development. This may explain the series of blank spaces in memory, like overexposed photographs lacking information.
I adore the versatility of speech and freedom, wandering between channels of tattoos and frilly dresses, the somber underworld and electricity daytime sprees, the adaption polite gossip and rift banter with associates and acquaintances. The make-believe love-affairs and reality of passionate kisses in the rain, the dance between girl and lover to friend, the new worlds of wisdom to conquer as an explorer reaches the mountain peak and gapes at other hills in the distance.
It’s all or nothing. Or everything.
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