cleaning and photographs...
the weekend was an interesting one. friday was booty shakage at a.k.a. lounge to some decent to good house, saturday was more than a few red bull and vodka at cory's party where i met some cool new people, sunday was just a touch of the going downtown.
last night actually would have been an amazing letdown if i had anticipated anything at all. the crowds were out in full force fucking shit up. the a/c at the last place we were at barely could keep the place not warm. i headed home early, read some and got a wonderful nights sleep.
today was an adventure in making order out of the chaos that has been my office since i moved here over 18 months ago. for the first time this room is really nice and clean. i am reinstalling my desktop machine right now, and imagine that if i wanted to, i could entertain a group of about 10 people comfortably. cory's party really makes me want to do this, it was a really good time.
during cleaning i came across all of the pictures that i have from over the years. there were several in there of me and brandi, which kind of melted the heart a bit. then there were all of the pictures of me and the old norman crew. i think i know why i don't like to have my picture taken.
pictures are much more present than our memories. a couple of years away from people and they have almost completely faded from your mind. they are still there, but they are much less accessible. a picture brings all of that back into focus. all of the sudden you remember everything that was good and bad about the people you once knew. a picture is a means by which we remember, and in remembering sometimes visit emotions that we may not want to feel anymore.
i never want a picture of me to make people sad. better to be forgotten than to be a small sadness over the years.