Best pejorative statement made about me in ages—if not ever, actually. Before anyone jumps to my defense with ruffled feathers and queries of “Who said that? I’ll cut the bitch…” ad nauseum, R E L A X. I mean, come on: if I couldn’t handle it, do you think I’d go to the trouble to throw mad props in a blog HEADER?
Besides, it was I who went looking for it. I could have opted to stay in my comfortable little bubble of positive-reinforcement-via-friend-comments among the trio of social networking sites in which I participate. But when the third friend of mine directed me to what I anticipated would be a really dispiriting site? I could have chosen outright denial rather than its inverse: research. Snooping. Checking to see what the tornado sirens via email were goin’ on about.
So, about this “site”? I suppose that technically it’s not an actual “site,” but rather a community among a certain public journal where like-minded individuals are able to converge.
If You Know, You'll Know Where I Mean...Otherwise? Irrelevant.
This one just happens to have—oh, an audience of around four thousand. There are over two thousand confirmed members, and almost as many who are listed as “watch[ing].”
It’s a private group, which I respect (to each his [cliché], et cetera). To reiterate: that’s one of the reasons why it took three different friends emailing me alerts (along with access info) about shit-talking for me to exert the time and energy to log-in.
In that case, let's pretend I'm "telling you a story"— Though F-Bomb the hackneyed "Once Upon A Time..."
My hair, his hair, this photo: Mister Mai didn't catch it until his finger was poised above the trigger, and once my eyes adjusted from the flash I joined in with the "Aaahhh..."
And now that I'll be heading out in-- oh, 28 hours or so (if the counting-on-my-fingers was correct!)
What started with this image as its genesis:
"How is it I tie this damn cravat again?"
Not the siiiiick-ass "Family Portrait" series snapped by Nhat Nguyen,
Bitch, PLEASE: You KNOW You Know
What I mean...
The secret lies herein: Those were but an after-thought
(Though a high-larious one rife with hyperbole, I Full & Openly Admit)
The moments preceding this "terrible triumvirate's" free-for-all?
Splinters in time so exciting, they've been buried between the layers of my skin An untold story carried around
Till now—
but then
Sculptor and photographer glenn kaino took a 'Big Shot' Polaroid in hand and fired off solos:
a crisp snapping, flashbulbs going P O P
Anybody Up For The "Big Shot Shuffle"?
Perhaps you've heard of a guy known by the moniker 'Andy Warhol'? (Not that I, Clint Catalyst, would advocate one changing his birth name...)
Well, he was particularly fond of this model and make. So much so, in fact, that some of his subjects outlived their proverbial "15 [NOPE, CAN'T EVEN SAY IT]":
Hard-Backed and Perfect-Bound
This World Wide Waste of Time? Sure, the sense of immediacy is somewhat magic, gratifying.
But I'm a big fan of printed matter. I can hold it in my lap, hear the crack of the spine, smell each flip of the pages:
Unlike a URL, it has a life of its own that I don't feel is fleeting—here today, gone...
Well,
tomorrow is when I'm bound
to board a plane.
My destination Pittsburgh, I'm hoping to also feel more than just that [OVER-REFERENCED INCREMENT OF TIME].
glenn kaino's retrospective show is opening, and apparently I'm going to be in it. Not just at it
Though attending any commencement ceremony of his work would be sublime, the sensory details on a personal level are exponentially magnified by the, uh, overwhelming detail that
After shrugging off another year of youth that passed on the 8th (shared with Vivienne Westwood and Jacques Brel, thanks), super-socialite Rich Royal and the twisted talent known as Jared Gold convinced me there'd been a call to order: I was gonna celebrate, dang it, whether or not I wanted to!
Scissormeistress Janine Jarman & The Almighty Jared Gold
ERIS STARtle has asked me to inform you, that he is mad at you. He wishes to know why he has yet to hear anything from you in over a week and wishes that you could see him graduate and would love some type of word from you before then.
:) Clint. i got no idea what time it is there. but here, its almost 5 pm, although, time really has no meaning unless you've got plans, which i dont. but i htink i am heading out tonight. a party of some sort. not really sure what the occasion is. I'm sure I'll find out. anyways, just wanted to check up on you and tell you that... I LOVE YOU DUDE! (yes, i did actually call you dude:P
I tried to comment you this morning, but Uber ate it. Grrrr.// The day after tomorrow my husband, lollie & I are going to be in Pensacola Beach. I'll get you a souvenir refrigerator magnet. Promise! I told Mr Haag that I'd get him one too. Magnets for everyone! lol. hearts & stuff. -Tally
Hey ther! I finally got on..haha! How have you been. Me, I am doing fine, I really could complain turst me...haha, A lot. But yeah I guess that I have been doing fine, I am talking to new people, and I realized that talking to people that you do not know help you realize little things about yourself that you never thought possible. =] I love you! =]
I'm still such an imbecile at this- I tried to reply to you on your page and ended up talking on my own page, alas! mais voila ici:
Clare Barry May 13, 2008 11:34 AM But within that- maybe, if you hadn't turned around those five years of duck and cover everytime you heard/saw something click/flash then the subscriptions that your stashing up might not be coming so thick and fast?- Don't worry, I'm not saying that without the pictures that you havn't got a talent for writing- it's just there are far too many people out there who read books to look at the pictures (!)...and I don't believe in coincidences.
Not to mention, I can't remember where I read it- but it stuck with me- they say good models arn't perfectly aligned and asthetic. A good model is the person that walks into the room and has the attention of everyone in there- they're not attractive, just some sort of aura around them is fascinating. It sounds subjective but I know it's true, I've witnessed it. Ha. Which is also completely a normative statement, and you could write that off as irrelevent but never the less.
And yeah baby. Great Britain born and bread. How could you tell? Bar the cussing every other word and the use of 'git' (!)
You of all people should know. heartfelt comments such as the one i sent you are all inspired by the fond feelings for the person the comment has been left for. I didnt even have to think about a thing when i typed those words, I just had to read and let my heart take control.
Oh and yeah, I'm the eldest son in a 7 kid family, so i do very well understand what you where saying in the comment you left me. Anyway Clint, I don't really need to tell you this but I will anyway. Chin up, and, mister solo critter, I'm part of and over populated pack. we can quite easily balance eachother out. One more thing. Guess who is at the top of my top friends? Thats right! It's you. The great Double C
You know, dear, everyone is entitled to their opinion. doesn't, however, make it correct, factual, etc. I dare say that someone either doesn't have the ability to deal with your talent, which is sad, or they're jealous, which is more sad. If all they have room for in their space is bitterness, let them have it. Those of us who admire your creativity and can't wait to see what thrilling thing you'll participate in next are the ones who are lucky. Lucky to be aware of your talent and to enjoy it with you.
And I'M lucky to have individuals like you in my life who exert the time and energy to be supportive. // I only wish I were able to respond to whomever it is that sent this missive... // Why does uber have guests enter their email addresses if I'm unable to click 'Reply' and uh, EMAIL THEM? // One of the great unanswered mysteries of the universe... // I mean, halt all research on terminal illnessness, like, PRONTO! // As a self-centered egotistical over-privileged American it is my God Given Right to Have It My Way Or Not Way... // Come on, tech-heads: am I right, or am I RIGHT?
I came home and read your blog again. your latest one. I am not ashamed in the least to admit that it does bring a tear to my eye when I begin to imagine how greatly you actually took such a snide, rude and rather inaccurate comment. i mean, yes, one must hold on to his right to haing his own opinion, but making such things personal, as creative as you may see it, is quite immature. I see no oint in this bitching and gossiping and all this BS that alot of people seem to actually admore these days. I think you are pretty damn amazing and wel every breath you take, and ever single word you write down, or type, you just seem to amaze me more and more. i mean, sure. it might seem like I'm just saying this to get in your ood books, or to look nice for the rest of the poeple that visit your page. But honestly. I consider you my friend and well, what is a friend if he is not there for support when you need him?
Cliiint! What's happening? I skipped school today. haha! It was the unofficial Senior skip day... Wow! I gradute in like 3-4 weeks, I'm so excited, and a week from saturday I'm getting a new piercing, I can not wait until I do. Do you have any plans for the weekend? Golly, I'm tired. Chicago wore me out. But it was a lot of fun. We went to Peet's Coffee while up there. Have you been to Peet's before? Well I'll talk to you later on Clint, gotta get working on my room, it was a mess and now it's a lot cleaner... hahahaha! Now I gotta go finish it. Talk to you later on!
