I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

As You Are

Okay, so as a part of the intertubie theme thing, and as proof of the earlier comment about being alive, while I don't have a current newspaper to prove the date (you know, like they do in the kidnapping photos), this is from about a half hour ago.


All those things written on the board behind me, each one is a project that has a deadline approaching (like next week). I'm current working on none of them. Yep. Eyeballs, alligators, up to. Notice the hunched shoulders, the sunken eyes. How I can't even look at the camera for the second to take the photo. Ask not for whom the bell tolls, the damn place is a cacophony of tintinnabulation.

2 comments:

Dr. Phil (Physics) said...

That's a nice picture. You probably like it, too. Think it looks like you. That's because it's reversed!

I noticed this affect when I was doing semi-professional photo work. People always hate their own pictures, because their minds' eye picture is from the mirror.

Dr. Phil

Steve Buchheit said...

Very true, Dr. Phil. Plus there is also the mental trick of seeing the mirror and recognizing ourselves (which then gets the mental overlay of our own self-perception). Don't get that "on paper" (or the screen) with photographs (the phrase, "the camera adds ten pounds"). Also the same thing with hearing your own voice on tape.