The Wee Democracy

picture project

i bought a disposable camera today. it was one of those kodak ones, with the digital picture option -- you know, getting your shit on all on CD. cool, right? anyways, my idea was to take a bunch of pictures of mundane things from my daily life - the store, the buses and trains. the idea was to show alot of the things that occupy my daily existence to a friend of mine -- cady. she's super-cool, and pretty cute, but lives in michigan, so that sucks. she wanted some fun pictures, so that was the impetus.

but true to my immature and aimless nature, it quickly spiraled into a inwardly humorous foray into the adventures of a red toy triceratops i named jeff.

i think he belonged to a small boy i saw crawling around amidst the shambley sweaters and knit shirts hanging from racks in my area. he was looking for something, but i thought it was just a game he was playing with his dad. really, he was a cute kid. evidently, he was looking for a lost toy, and had i known that at the time, i'd have gotten down there and looked myself.

it wasn't until around 4:30 that i found the little red triceratops -- he was unearthed after i'd done some cleaning/moving. i took him in, adopted him so to speak, and he became the focus of my pictures from that point on. jeff at the bus stop, meeting the woman whose picture i took candidly, surprising the hell out of her. jeff at the train station, looking at the tracks. jeff on the train. downtown. walking down my street.

i took other pictures of me, too. usually in some state of wasting time at work, or lounging in the bathroom. watching the mavericks game (though that was taken at home). i thought about writing a little book for the pictures.

i know i'm going to try to link them to this page somehow. i think they're funny as hell.




feeling: uncomfortably bloated, but otherwise ok.
thinking of: somehow getting out of work tomorrow. god how i hate work.
song of the day: nothing better - the postal service
don't you give me lies about some idealistic future....your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures