so, i ordered a new camera today. my trusty little point and shoot has served me well and i've learned a lot, but the time has come for me to move on. there is a lot more i want to do, and for that i'll need an slr.
the anxiety is coming from the fact that i have never spent so much money in my life. i grew up poor, and almost everything i own is secondhand. the most money i've ever spent on something besides rent was probably about 200. i am really looking forward to the camera arriving, but at the same time i am jittery. plus, i'm going to have to get used to a whole new machine and all the differences. it will be fun, i'll just have to work hard.
Monday, March 31, 2008
132/365 butterflies escaping my stomach
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
129/365 you and i have memories longer than the road that stretches out of here
129/365 you and i have memories longer than the road that stretches out of here, originally uploaded by katie cowden.
my sister bussed into town a couple hours ago. we are going home tonight.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
128/365 all washed up
so, tomorrow i am going to visit my hometown for one of the two occasions that will actually tempt me home. i'm going to see old friends and stalk men dressed as stormtroopers, and, toughest of all, meet my first love's new girlfriend.
you can't tell from the photo, but there is paint dripping off my face here.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
125/365 ouch!
i only managed to take one selfie today before i fell down a flight of stairs and busted up my ankle.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
124/365 drunk bunnies are the best
here i am in conservative sun city, georgetown, texas, vodka in hand and bunny ears on my head.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Friday, March 21, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
119/365 rest in peace, sir arthur c. clarke
i was raised by a group of people who considered science fiction and fantasy literature the most wonderful and important part of their lives. my heroes were always authors, books my best friends. the authors i grew up reading are getting old now, and we keep losing them. today it was sir arthur c. clarke, best known for 2001: a space odyssey. my favorite of his works is a short story called the nine billion names of god. it's in this book i'm holding and i've reread it three times this afternoon.
rest in peace, arthur. thanks for everything.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Saturday, March 15, 2008
116/365
i was at a party at my favorite tattoo parlor today and they were giving free tattoos- with a catch. it had to have genitalia or boobs. i've been wanting a mermaid anyhow... so why the hell not?
Friday, March 14, 2008
115/365 a deer head from mother
my mother showed up today with the back of her car filled with twisty sticks and deer bones. she let me pick a skull to keep for my very own.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
113/365 what do you want from me?
i've got to stop trying to make everyone happy. everyone wants something different and it is tearing me apart.
on a rather superficial note, my accidental hair style is apparently quite popular. woo pink!
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
112/365 circus party
circus party at the carousel lounge! facepaint, palm reading, dancing bear, clowns and cupcakes!
Monday, March 10, 2008
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Saturday, March 8, 2008
109/365 trees at night
another saturday night and i ain't got no plans...
when my friend told me she didn't feel like going out tonight, i didn't even really try to make other plans. i checked the clock, grabbed some shoes and headed for the (slightly scary) neighborhood liquor store. passing over the bridge, silhouetted against the streetlight i ignored the men who live in the ditch. there's some sort of instinct in them, when they see a woman their eyes send a message to their brains and the chorus of wolf whistles and "ay dios mio!" starts up. it bothers me that the only time i can consider myself attractive i am also afraid, afraid that i've left my pepper spray at home, that no one knows where i am, that it might be awhile before anyone knows i am gone. i'm afraid but i buy my bottle and head for home, passing green lit trees along the way. some opportunities you can't pass by.
so tonight it's just me and the bottle of jack daniels and photoshop, catching up on editing.
Friday, March 7, 2008
Thursday, March 6, 2008
107/365 i find your lack of faith disturbing.
i bought this dress for $1.25. (it needs a few alterations.) i plan on wearing it to the nebula awards. (sans mask and feather boa...)
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Monday, March 3, 2008
104/365 pint night
i blame pint night at the flying saucer for the lack of theme week participation.
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Saturday, March 1, 2008
102/365 red shoes
she wore red shoes by the newstand
as the rain splashed the nickle
spilled like chablis along the midway
theres a little bluejay
in a red dress, on a sad night
one straw in a rootbeer
a compact with a cracked mirror
and a bottle of evening in paris perfume
whats this sad tune
he told her to wait by the magazines
he had to take care of some business it seems
bring a raincoat
and a suitcase
and your dark eyes
and wear those red shoes
theres a dark huddle at the bus stop
unbrellas arranged in a sad bouquet
Li'l cesar got caught
he has going down to second
he has cooled
changing stations on the chamber
to steal a diamond
from a jewelry store for his baby
he loved the way she looked
in those red shoes
she waited by the drugstore
cesaer had never been late before
and the dogs bayed the moon
and rattled their chains
and the cold jingle of taps in a puddle
was the burgler alarm
snitchin on cesaer
note the rain washes memories from the sidewalks
and the hounds splash down the nickle
full of soldiers
and santa claus is drunk in the ski room
and it's christmas eve
in a sad cafe
when the moon gets this way
ther's a little blue my
by the newstand
wearing red shoes
so meet me tonight by the drugstore
w're goin' out tonight
wear your red shoes
-tom waits
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