Originally Posted Monday, March 3, 2014
I am finally and irrevocably convinced that I have gotten sick from eating takeout from my favorite Thai restaurant. More than once. I had my suspicions, but now I feel certain. I got takeout on Saturday, and last night I began to catch a cold. This just after not quite getting over the flu. I am sneezing and blowing with the new thing this morning and coughing from the lingering effects of what I had before. My back hurts, my knee is misery, and there are many other things besides. I saw a photograph of Bill Murray at the Oscars this morning. He is approximately my age, the Age of Horror. I just want to feel good again. I may never be pain-free, but I would at least like to be able to trot. A trotter I will be even if I can't pull off a full-blown sprint.
Whatever. Fucking End of Winter. It is killing me.
I want to give you loveliness. I want to give you beauty. What I am giving is the sort of thing you could read on a seventeen year old's Twitter account. I will try not to do this again.
I read that Ellen Degeneres took the world's most tweeted selfie at the Oscars last night. I've said for a number of year's now that selfies are the most important form of photography. That period is now over. Finished. Kaput. They are no longer new and cool. No more selfies.
If only they had all been naked.
Q sent me a link to Vermeer-like photographs yesterday. He wanted to know why I couldn't shoot nice photos like that.
I will try.
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