12.7.01 – back to the days of madam jenjen & her crystal ball

two more points for buffalo: 1) ani difranco lives here, and 2) people are really nice in a small-town say-hi-when-you-pass-on-the-street sort of way. i tend to have my big-city hackles up when i’m in a strange place; it took me few days to realize that there were no dark alternative motives behind the pleasantries the way there are in, say, the tenderloin.

went to have my picture taken for a company ID card today. karen aims the digital camera at me. “i’m a blinker,” i warn her. *click!* karen frowns. “yup, your eyes are closed. try again.” *click!* “my eyes were closed again,” i tell her. she consults the camera and indeed i look half asleep. *click!* click click click! when we reach 8 pictures, we have one blurry shot and seven lovely shots of my eyelids. “i told you,” i say. karen doesn’t look amused anymore. i try to explain to her that i actually have a psychic ability to know when the photographer is going to press the shutter button and something makes me blink at just that moment. she prints the blurry photo onto my ID card and hands it over without comment. the number of eyes-closed photos i’ve taken is uncanny. too bad i can’t apply those psychic powers to something slightly more useful.

speaking of closed-eye photos, paul and lauren are circulating a most unpleasant one of me on their blogs (no, i’m not putting up a link). ever had one of those pictures that just keeps resurfacing to embarrass you over again? this is one of those. it was on paul’s mother’s fridge the entire time we were dating. later paul named the picture after my breasts.