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Dialogues #3

Zaevodnik: like, i didn't even think about colleges until a few months ago, then i really started to e-mail them some questions...it's not like i expect you have started...but have you thought about what you MIGHT want to do?
wiccan wonder246: yes
wiccan wonder246: not colleges yet
Zaevodnik: ah
wiccan wonder246: but I want to get into editing and publishing
wiccan wonder246: do writing in my spare time
Zaevodnik: yea, see, i want to write and do some pro photography in between job and family
Zaevodnik: editing and publishing of what, exactly?
Zaevodnik: i'd like to edit for Playboy, lol
wiccan wonder246: i haven't figured that out yet exactly
wiccan wonder246: books
wiccan wonder246: lol
Zaevodnik: i can see me now - "yea, johnathan, you see, the vagina isn't properly lit from this angle, you think you can hold the reflector up a little...yea, see, that's perfect, look, you can even see the cervix now"
Zaevodnik: haha
wiccan wonder246: ahhahahaha
wiccan wonder246: oh man

posted by Zaevodnik @ 17:51 0 comments

Do You Feel Lonely?

As a first impression of a coffehouse (Julie's Coffee in Williamsport), I guess it's an uninviting first experience to sit down at a table next to an elderly woman who's carrying on a rather irritated conversation with an "invisible companion" in the green-cushioned seat to her left. She even paused in-between her swearing about the college students, talks about health insurance, gas prices, and bills to let the other being speak, nodding her head the while. It was also interesting to note that her eyes would focus on a point in Cartesian space, approximately over the seat where the being would have been positioned if it were enjoying a Venti Caramel Mocha Latte Macchiato. I would say it's fairly unnatural to be able to focus your eyes on something less than a flat surface unless consciously unfocusing one's eyes.

posted by Zaevodnik @ 15:32 0 comments