Nothing Between Us

Originally Posted Monday, December 17, 2112

 

"There is nothing between us because I don't care."

I read that on the splash page of a photo blog yesterday, and it struck me as a useful guide to dating in the world today.  Not just dating but to all relationships, I think. 

I will tell you more about this photographer, Michael Maggid, in a bit.  I have been blown away by some of his photography, but I want to write him before I report.  His work is what my own should be, I think.  I can do this, too.  But again, more later. 

It is 7:30 and I am ready for bed.  I went for a run at four, popped some tendon in my left hamstring right away, limped home, and began to cook dinner.  It was still daylight.  I was required to go to an awards ceremony today and one of the factory Big Bosses made a crack about how I dressed.  He looks like a cross between Regis Philbin and Joe Pesci, a Jersey Shore looking to go to New York, tone-on-tone motherfucker.  I was livid but stood with my immediate supervisor and bit my tongue and cheek.  I wanted to tell him sooooo badly.  But just prior to his shit comment, some of the people I supervise dissed me, too, so I was already in a mood.  Then the hamstring.  It was a bad day all around if you count coming upon Michael Maggid's work.  Nobody writes, nobody calls. . . I guess I'll go eat some worms. 

I'll get back to the other stuff later.  I'm just beside myself tonight.  Oh. . . it is 7:30 and I've already had too much to drink, and it is dark, and so I am more than ready for bed.  Hoping this makes sense. . . .

Apparently, YouTube or Google or a combination of the two will not let me embed a video.  I keep trying, but all I can post is the code for embedding.  Right click on the link to go to the song, I guess.