A New Post on Identity, at 12:45 AM
I finally took two pictures of Scout I'm happy with. Years of her being a Sphinx have ended, as far as I can tell. Sometimes you you can only attack a problem after solving a smaller, simpler problem (cf. Smallpox vs. Cowpox), and sometimes you can only succeed after a bloody mess of attrition (cf. Stalingrad, or Napoleon in Eastern Europe). This was a combination of the two (cf. That monkey from Futurama realizing that the hat goes on the head). I dunno, I feel like I've been on a hot streak, portrait-wise. These are they:
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I gave her the one of the hair flip, because she liked it so much (as far as I could tell) and she also lent me her scanner so I can finally do a too-long-in-the-works website update and let me fuck around with her Mamiya 67 (!!!!). For this I was, and am, thankful. The only other Polaroid I have given away is to a Devil Whose Name I Dare Not Speak, because I believe in the Hail Mary and because, as I wrote at the time, "...If I give you this, I have nothing left." I was out of ideas, and it was a last ditch effort to make an impact on someone I thought I cared deeply for.*
Because I am so vain, I signed the hair flip, "To Scout, w/ love, RGIN, 6/12/11." The "RGIN" being a signature that I have not whipped out in MONTHS. I am not too far away from endorsing cheques with an "X." I sign tax forms and NDA's with a series of squibbles and malformed circles. I have no autograph. Not in the awesome Marty McSorley way, anyway. But I was able to sign, with a permanent marker, on an item that was literally one-of-a-kind, my name in a way that is both legally acceptable and historically accurate.
What does this mean? I guess it means that,
1) I have my priorities straight. That is to say, for day to day garbage and paperless transactions my "X" is good enough. When it really matters (frameable documents, depositions and immigration papers), I can become a legal, law abiding citizen on demand.
1a) That means I'm clutch.
2) I don't do enough things to warrant that kind of focus as a signatory. I mean, I have release paperwork in the pipeline that doesn't need that kind of performance. This bothers me, and I can't expand on that more without being completely insufferable (thank you for bearing with me).
3) Robert Crumb was right, and I shouldn't REALLY believe in autographs.
*I mean, I'm really curious where she is though so, "...thought I cared deeply for," is a little glib and melodramatic, but whatever. Bear with me.
and
I gave her the one of the hair flip, because she liked it so much (as far as I could tell) and she also lent me her scanner so I can finally do a too-long-in-the-works website update and let me fuck around with her Mamiya 67 (!!!!). For this I was, and am, thankful. The only other Polaroid I have given away is to a Devil Whose Name I Dare Not Speak, because I believe in the Hail Mary and because, as I wrote at the time, "...If I give you this, I have nothing left." I was out of ideas, and it was a last ditch effort to make an impact on someone I thought I cared deeply for.*
Because I am so vain, I signed the hair flip, "To Scout, w/ love, RGIN, 6/12/11." The "RGIN" being a signature that I have not whipped out in MONTHS. I am not too far away from endorsing cheques with an "X." I sign tax forms and NDA's with a series of squibbles and malformed circles. I have no autograph. Not in the awesome Marty McSorley way, anyway. But I was able to sign, with a permanent marker, on an item that was literally one-of-a-kind, my name in a way that is both legally acceptable and historically accurate.
What does this mean? I guess it means that,
1) I have my priorities straight. That is to say, for day to day garbage and paperless transactions my "X" is good enough. When it really matters (frameable documents, depositions and immigration papers), I can become a legal, law abiding citizen on demand.
1a) That means I'm clutch.
2) I don't do enough things to warrant that kind of focus as a signatory. I mean, I have release paperwork in the pipeline that doesn't need that kind of performance. This bothers me, and I can't expand on that more without being completely insufferable (thank you for bearing with me).
3) Robert Crumb was right, and I shouldn't REALLY believe in autographs.
*I mean, I'm really curious where she is though so, "...thought I cared deeply for," is a little glib and melodramatic, but whatever. Bear with me.
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