Once in a Blue Moon...

Well, hello strangers..It's been a long time..Or has it?

Journalhome's a pretty desirable website in that you could start a blog in 2009, finish it in 2011, and there's date/time option that will still allow you to publish it as if it were written at any point in time. I thought I might set the bar back to 1953 just to screw with some historian's head should the internet be mysteriously obliterated, except for my blogs..Too bad the damed thing only goes back to the year 2000.  =)

I've found myself writing less and less these days, and saving the few thoughts I have taken time to gather in draft mode. The truth is, I haven't been doing as much soul searching as usual...There hasn't been the "premeditation" to write. The habit to manifest feelings as words has been broken. As much as I hate to admit it, it was writing all along that made me an observer and not a participater in life. It was the only habit I never could break, because it was so much a part of my own conception of myself.

One day, I decided that living was more important than recording and that, perhaps people weren't worthy of the time I was taking away from my life in an attempt to be remembered long after I am gone. Don't get me wrong..If it hadn't been for the Charles Dickens, Jane Austens amd Angela Landsburys (shut up lol) of the world, impressionable little girls such as myself never would've dreamed of being novelists.

That just isn't me anymore. In trying to transfer so much of my old writing to the screen, I realized what an unbelievable writer I was back then, I felt the blaze and imagination behind every word, I saw how immersed I was in worlds within me that could never be real...I simply don't have the passion I did anymore..

For words, that is. I hope they'll always be people out there to capture the glory I feel every day, and perhaps someday the writer in me will reawaken, but my new passion is so far away from the descriptive..

The best things in life are waking up in the morning to a doting husband waving a steaming cup of coffee under your chin...Shopping with your mom and talking about everything under the sun...The best things in life are a great meal after great lovemaking...Giggling next to your mate when you see your mom and dad having the same trivial arguments you do, realizing we all essentially turn into our parents, lol...Waking up holding your husband's hand, because you fell alseep that way..

The best and worst feeling in the world is being seperated from your own inner sense of self, coming out, arms open, into a place where there is nothing left to prove to others, nothing left to display. On the one hand, you feel and mourn the loss of who you once were..

On the other hand, it's liberating, even though you haven't the pride anymore to scream about that victory from the highest mountain. You just stand there and the company you have at the peak is all that matters. It's like people finally acheiving world peace, but there are no journalists to report it. Nothing has to be said, because everyone in the world just...knows.

It's about 11:30pm and I've got about 2 hours before I'm up and about again. Roger and I sort of have second jobs delivering the morning paper near Carnegie Hill. We still have our middle-of-the-night adventures like we used to, only this time we're getting paid for it. We sure feel smart, lol.

I felt I couldn't go to sleep without coming here and seeing if words still felt as good as they used to.

They may never have the appeal they once did, but I'll say one thing..

I sure missed Journalhome.

P.S. (Because I will always love those) I must commend Jay-Z and Beyonce on their fabulous taste in honoring their first child with my nick, "Blue". You can't have too many Blues in the world.. =)

I may have to start calling myself Blue again. There are WAY too many Cazmias on the net these days!

Ciao bella, bella!

11:06 PM - January 14, 2012 - comments {0} - post comment

Lyrics

I'm a little hurt tonight..okay a lot hurt. Who would've thought a new age, would create so many new age problems? Some days you're on top of the world, and others you feel like the freak no one wants to talk to.

Ehh, I dunno..I've lost the capacity to care and yet, I do. The idea that I might document my life on the internet once appealed to me. Now that very same idea horrifies me, because that desire was one of an artist who wanted to capture a vision..a certain, powerful point of view, a world inside. Instead, I feel lost to a trend where life is a public affair and NOTHING is left unsnapped, unfilmed and uncaptured.

The viral internet, it's cheapened the dream I once had. It's too easy to peer into a thousand different people's lives and I'm afraid I just almost got pulled into the trend.

Almost.  You see, my hubby has a Facebook page now.

Me? I've never been a social butterfly. Had I been as mature as I'd like, it wouldn't mean a thing that I'm not on his friend's list (although a picture of me is in his profile collection..I'm not a complete leper!).

I have noticed, though, that he hasn't accepted my friend request.

That, combined with having been alienated by another person I (once) called a friend, can make a person start to ask too many why questions about themselves. See, I've always thought I was a fun an easygoing soul..

When you've been barred from a friend's list or to, it suddenly makes you feel as if people might not receive some of the "fun" vibes you send, the way you meant them. It's like that guy on the twilight zone who innocently gets out of bed one day and finds that everyone around him has suddenly started to speak jibberish.

For a while, he's sure all his friends and loved ones are daft, that there's something out of kilter with the whole universe. But it just goes to show that any one exposed to a contrary notion long enough..starts to believe it.

By the end of the episode it was him who finally started to ask, "could it be I'M the one there's something wrong with"?

And that's how I'm feeling.  A little alienated..a little shaken..a little lost..

Because I hate second guessing myself..and I hate caring about being a part of something I abhor. I guess it's human nature. A sad aspect of it anyhow. Strange, how a phenomenon that seems custom made to make it easier for people to share, can also tear them apart.

It's the way of the world, I guess. I'm looking for a silver lining, but I find more fear than anything else of this brave new world...

I've lived a lotta' life in a short time

Though life is rough.

It'll never be enough

Chorus:

It's not worth sweatin the little things

Cause life's too short, life's too short

It hurts, you're falling apart

Though you can't change a thing

You blame yourself

Cry...cry..but what's meant will come to pass

When your eyes run dry

I hope it's not so tough

That you give up on life

2:59 PM - January 29, 2011 - comments {0} - post comment

Jack and Diane

Sometimes I really miss Devon. Not because of what we could've been..as much as for what we were.  Before it all got complicated he was a friend to me, someone who'd shown a respect in what was on my mind and in my heart, and he'd done so without expectations. We'd bonded mentally and creatively, and every moment was spent literally reaching through a screen to touch one another with dreams and ideas.

Ohh, how I miss what Devon made me feel. In a word, alive. For I was the caged dove, and he the white owl that flew to my window sill one misty night to set me free.

Long after our dream had ended, I sit here feeling cold and misunderstood.  It is only here that I might express my sadness. Devon can never know that I returned to Jack only to be locked out as I had been in the past. I am happier to observe love than to participate.  In a dream a few months ago, I'd met Devon again and had run towards him, feeling like the giddy girl I had been when we met. I had been so lost, had given up on dreams and had learned to exist in a dry husk that was myself and his heart had awakened me.

In this dream, we must have been 10 or so years older..and I recall clasping my outstretched arms back around myself in time to appear a proper lady..because I'd noticed his lovely wife beside him. 

Just like that I knew our time had passed. It took a dream to make me realize how I'd always been late to every important event in my life, and finally I had missed out on one that could have changed my life..meeting Devon.

Jack's secretive nature has pushed me into a shell that I have no desire to leave.  (Diane puts down her pen). I have no desire to write, because I have no desire to feel anymore.

12:35 AM - July 1, 2010 - comments {0} - post comment

Mom's the Man

I rely wayyy too much on protocol.

I might not be pro-anarchist like some of my friends, but I am repulsed by the idea of coloring inside the lines, of drab tan suits and, more than anything, of automated voicemail.  Arggghhhhhhh!!!  

......... (composes myself)

In relation to the latter, I'm trying to do my taxes online this year for the very first time. Ever. Call me a reformed traditionalist, but I've always believed your taxes are something that should be done on paper, in trusty non-erasable ink and mailed to the IRS via uniformed United States foot messenger. 

Yep.

It was mom who talked me into trying something new this year, noting my infamous April 15th sprint to the post office.

The same night I clicked send, I went to bed with the same strange feeling a woman  has when she tries to leave the house without her oversized hobo purse. We all vow to do it someday-to drop the ten ton, urban hiking fatiques we don every day and float through the city with nothing but a metrocard, our housekey and lunch money, free as a concrete forest faery...

Then we spend the rest of the day leaping out of our skin at any given moment.."Oh my God, where did I leave my purse"?!?!?! 

"Oh, wait.."  (Shew!)  **Smacks self.   

Anywho, I felt as if..something were missing. Where was that back ache I always get from being bent over paperwork for an hour and a half?  Where was that tension behind my eyes from crunching tiny little printed numbers? Where were the sleepless, anxious nights of wondering if my letter made it to its destination okay? 

Or had the postman been attacked by a mongrel? Would I spend months waiting for my check only to find that it had long ago made it through the digestive track of a pitbull and been pooper scooped instead of delivered?!?

All of that was missing, replaced by a few new elements I wasn't used to.  Like an email confirmation that my info. had made it to the IRS..and another courtesy email to let me know it had been processed and that my check was on its merry way to me.  The whole federal process took 2 and a half weeks, as opposed to the 3 months I am used to waiting for my returns to..return.

Wow.

I am *so* never doing my taxes on paper again.    

Furthermore, I'm open to starting an online Turbotax Lover's Club complete with a deviant fan art gallery. Haha  =)

Someone reading this blog believes that older is always better, and is already dreading that thick booklet turning up in their mailbox next January.  To them I say, even an old dog's got to learn some new tricks sometime.

Save the trees. Woot.

1:03 PM - May 27, 2009 - comments {0} - post comment

One Loose End...

Dizzy though I might be in person, I have always taken pride in the orderly structure of my internet affairs.  It seems I was a bookkeeper in a past life, because in written form I have been able to create the illusion of order. =)

Talk about shattered perceptions.  In directing a friend who wanted to read some of my old work to a website I've been published at, I realized I'm just as much of a mess here in matrixville as I am anywhere else. lol

Below is a list of the poems I am taking credit for at www.poetry.com.

At any rate, I'm not as proud of all my poems as I could be.  I just don't wanna' be mistaken for the one C. Romero who wrote that horrifically idiotic  "Dogs" poem! NOT me!   

• Candle
• Casa Mia
• Clair De Noche
• Haze of Wings
• Moment
• Quivering
• Said the comet who chased her tail...
• Trail of Tears
• Call me Stranger
• Feast of Love
• The Fan Master
• "Message in a Bottle"
• Idol Of Night

http://www.stuartngbooks.com/monographs_aaa.html  ;-)

4:25 PM - March 24, 2009 - comments {0} - post comment

Trailerblazer...

It's been a while journal... (lowers my head in faux shame). I can't remember the last instance I was able to finish the AM New York crossword let alone write a blog. 

Then there is the scarier notion that I haven't tried to write..because I can't. Stricken with "the block", and momentarily engaged in wordless thought, it seemed as good a time as any to snap out of the expressiveless haze I've been in and say hello.

So...Hello. (DOH! The humanity!)

This blog finds me somewhat wolf-like. 

7:01 PM - February 23, 2009 - comments {0} - post comment

Love Triangle

"Wanna' see something..different"? Asked my hubby tonight. 

"Go outside and take a look at the moon! It's called a trifecta.."

I wasn't expecting such a clear view when I got out there and stared at the horizon at about 5:30 tonight. Lo an behold, there it was-a sickle-shaped moon and two striking lights in an otherwise clear, midnight blue sky. From far away, the bottom star of dominant size and clarity twinkled like Beyonce's engagment diamond.

It was pretty amazing.

Deep inside the complex where I'm employed, windows aren't one of our luxuries. Hubby had escaped his post at work just to call and share this moment with me. Despite the extraordinary experiences he and I are privy to daily, I'm charmed that he's in the habit of calling me to his side for rarer ocurrences like this one.

I couldn't stop looking up at Jupiter, Venus and the moon and thinking how, despite being collosal cellestial bodies who are millions of miles apart, you can look up once in a blue moon and see them only inches from one another.

Seems like there should be some noble lesson hidden there, but I haven't been able to piece one together. 

I just find myself musing over how many lovers might be watching the trifecta tonight...

5:38 PM - December 1, 2008 - comments {0} - post comment

For Those Who Don't Scare Easily

12:32 PM - October 28, 2008 - comments {0} - post comment

The Kiss

This morning I found myself thinking of an entry I made months ago called "Thoughts That Are Safe Here". Funny how writing isn´t sequential. Well, mine isn't anyway. Sometimes a work is born long before its title.

If I had it to do all again, I thought, I'd have named that entry "The Kiss" after a lovely work of art I beheld once by the same name, and the imagery it mustered.

In this case, the poem just had to grow into it's title. I can't change that poem's name now (that would confuse it!)...but I can still write another one worthy of the name, The Kiss..

I logged on to get some back-up writing in tonight, but the lovely foliage, the smell of Fall and this frosty  chill in the air makes me want to do things of another sort. =)

So, without further ado, I present to you..

The Kiss

You. With me.

Beneath the autumn trees

Awash in nature´s majesty

Electric sky

And dewy life beneath The universe, so vast                                                                       

And we, minute

Yet so complete

You smile,

I grin,

Your brown eyes take me in 

Your hands

Moving with  a purpose

Your fingers snag a curl

Around my neck

Your stare adores a spot

That your lips

Might visit next

You smile,

I grin,

Your breathing pulls me in

With you I can feel everything-

Your head upon my thigh

Your touch so sure,

Yet cautiously restrained

You touch the rain,

Upon my breast 

So cold,

So wet,

But you´re so warm.

Your eyes

So calm, so bold

And my heart is the storm

You smile, I grin

Your senses breathe me in..

I whisper,

"You have me now"

And you smile...

I grin...

Your blue soul pulls me in.

5:04 PM - October 23, 2008 - comments {0} - post comment

Halloween Preview

Finding my Victorian roots..

4:56 PM - October 23, 2008 - comments {0} - post comment

A Little WYAK (What You Already Knew) Goes a Long Way

6:28 PM - October 20, 2008 - comments {0} - post comment

Micro Shock

I can't believe everything I've ever written is able to fit on something the size of my thumb nail.

My thumb.

This is what my whole life amounts to.

OHH! THE HUMANITY!! 

{Faints}

2:47 PM - October 20, 2008 - comments {0} - post comment

Free Paper Thumper

I'm a free newspaper whore, yes I am. If it's fit to print (or especially if it's not) and it costs nada, it's very likely tucked under my arm. I could toss a quarter to that guy on the Grand Concourse for a copy of the Daily News, but I'd walk away hating myself. Why? It's not as if I'd miss the quarter.

It's mainly because I have always believed, and still do to this day, that the best things in life are free.

And the best things in New York are too. 

Ballsy thing to say during the onset of a recession, but it bares repeating that I was raving about AM New York way before they sent me a complimentary Tilt. That was icing on my cake. They had me at hello. I was so impressed by the ease at which they sum up current events in a few neat, intelligent paragraphs that I actually started to read the news and not just the horoscope and crossword. Current events often depress me so it's a big accomplishment to have me following the headlines.

I'd lost interest in my other regular read, the Village Voice, years ago. Anyone who has been a loyal reader in the past knows the Voice has...changed over the years.  Not only has it gotten thinner, but more of it's pages than ever are for sale.

While I never minded all that buff, oily booty scattered about the back pages in the 90's, it's become over 50 percent arse in the past ohhhh five years. I wouldn't mind it much if all that sweaty skin had a story behind it, but it's just page after page of ads for hair removal, liposuction, swing clubs, health & wellness spas I can't afford.

Ug! Talk about overkill!! 

I'm a New Yorker. Since the genius invention of the low-rider pant, I've been witness to butt-crack cleavage of apocalyptic proportions.  There comes a point in every human's life when you have to say, "In the name of all that is palatable, NO MAS!!"  I might still have to look at the waist of that woman's size two jeans laboring under the weight of her size ten cheekage on the bus, but, by golly, I wasn't going to choose to be overrun by it in Manhattan's War (and Piece) of T&A.

For good.

Or so I thought.

One morning weeks ago, the Voice started calling to me again. I passed by it's little case that said, "FREE! TAKE ONE!", sadly still full. Back in the day, you had to be pounding the pavement p-r-e-t-t-y early just to get your hands on a copy of the Voice. I'd forgotten to pick up my copy of AM, and was feeling charitable. Then there was that pang of familiarity, of what me and the Voice once had...(sighs)

It wasn't half bad. I've been missing out on a GREAT horoscope by Rob Brezsny and my life would've been lacking if I hadn't caught this year's Best of NYC list which includes categories like "BEST STORE IN WHICH TO GET FELT UP" or "BEST PLACE TO RE-CREATE YOUR ENTIRE VIDEO-GAME SETUP, CIRCA '93" or how about "BEST REASON TO GO DOWN A BUSHWICK SIDE STREET AT NIGHT".

I gotta' say, it rocked. I'm looking into best excuse for a walking tour of New York even though you live here. I've got some New York secrets of my own, but I'm not quite willing to contribute to the list yet (even though the article invites you to).

Loose lips sink ships, ya know. 

http://www.villagevoice.com/bestof/2008/section/people-and-places-491621/

This butt cleavage brought to you by flickr.

5:05 PM - October 16, 2008 - comments {0} - post comment

Novel Tidbit

Alright, so the Jack and Diane novel got...sidetracked. I never seem to be able to pursue a task loyally. Although 2 more chapters have been produced, "Devon and Diane" and "Sex and Diane", they are incomplete. I've got other stuff stewing in my pot and, rather than producing an inferior product, I decided to save to draft indefinitely.  I've been having problems getting in touch with my emotions lately, possibly because some of my needs are being met away from the keyboard.

In the heart of a writer, however, there is no such thing as true satisfaction. We are dreamers and the void inside us does not exist to be filled.  It exists because we need it to be there, a driving thirst that makes us keep wondering what mysteries and adventures might lie beyond our limited view of the horizon. In other words, a writer's gotta' write. No matter what.

With a limited amount of free time, and change for the better still going on, the one thing I still have time to do during lunch is edit. All my manuscripts are going online, slowly but surely. I've gathered up my journals, sheets of loose paper, napkins, shoebox fragments and various other articles I've written on over the last two decades into a musky pile for just such a task. I am (still) computerless at home right now, so a small bag comes with me to work every day and my fingers, despite being so fast that their speed can no longer be measured in WPMs, have quite a task ahead of them.

This is something I've always wanted to do, and I think I might get a kick out of comparing the me I am now..to the me I was then. 

When it comes to genre, I've basically always been a spinner of sci-fi epics.  Sometimes it's hard (and disappointing) when you stray away from what you know and excel at. I found the following segment in some eight year old paperwork (that's a rather new pile); It demonstrates one of my crispier attemtps to think outside my category and try something exciting and new. Actually, I enjoyed the hell out myself writing this and someday I do plan to finish it.

It's the beginning of an erotic comedy called, "Levya in the Land of Nymph".  I won't give too much away, but there is much talk of nipples and reptilian fellatio is not an impossiblity.  Here's a teaser paragraph from chapter one...

'A little while back, I started having these really twisted (though strangely arousing) dreams about a princess in this mystic land called NYMPHA..At first, I'd just wake up in the morning satisfied as Hell and thought nothing of it, and people'd be telling me all day long, "Geeze, Levi, you're just glowing today...Are you using a new shampoo?  Wearing a new shade of lipstick?"

 How was I supposed to tell them I was getting buggered out of mind in my dreams every night by a shape-changing hunk who knows G-Spots on a woman that have yet to be discovered by 21st century medical science?

I thought they'd go away, but every night they just kept getting more intense...and this character named Phallon, this sorcerer knight, kept getting more and more ardent. So I've started writing my dreams down...'

2:20 PM - September 28, 2008 - comments {0} - post comment

Troll Book Fairs

Back in the eighties (shut up), I couldn't wait for this time of year. One of the major events at school was the annual book fair. As soon as we saw the those fliers pasted in the hallways, we'd be giddy in our seats, awaiting our own copy to take home.

To teach, it might have been a sheet of newspaper folded in four and color copied..but to us it was yet another reason to make our parents waste a few bucks on us. Yayyy! I always loved the how-to's and anthology type spook stories. I needed a lot of bang for my mom's buck. Back then, kids got excited about books, yes books, no DVDs, CD Roms or enhanced media included! =P

Stephen King, Danielle Steele and Nancy Drew were all the rage and the idea of becoming a novelist meant that maybe someday..you could be the world's latest obsession, too!

In related news, I had to take a walk to my local library today. For those of you who don't know it, you can't take advantage of eBay's newest instant purchase option on a cell phone's wifi connection. Not that I can consider a device without a sim card a phone, technically. With one day left to snag a Halloween goody I had my eye on and no payment options to speak of, I reluctantly decided to get off my arse and bare the shame of making a (arghhh!) reservation at a public library. Serves me right for being an internet pirate, I suppose.

To my sweet, sweet surprise, I managed to sail in around 3 pm and secure a terminal without waiting on line, even in a room full of school kids. (Didn't get that sweet guy's name, but I owe him one!)

Had I not noticed the long line of people with returns as I was leaving, this blog would not exist... Every single, fruckin' person was waiting to bring back a DVD.

In a library.

Not one book to speak of.

Naturally, on my way out, I glanced up at the building and made sure, first and foremost, that I hadn't accidently walked into a Blockbuster.

Now I know DVDs at libraries aren't exactly a new development, but CHIT, people! It saddens me to know that it isn't enough to write a book in the year 2008. If I'm going to get any recognition at all, I'll have to ACT my story out in front of a video camera.

And, with all the instant gratification available on the internet, I suppose you'll all be expecting a little full frontal nudity, too... Hmmphhfff!

I'll think about it. LoL

11:45 PM - September 24, 2008 - comments {0} - post comment

Wiggy Wit It

When you're utterly unique, you don't really have to try that hard to stand out. Despite being the sore thumb that I am, I try to anyway for Fall's first great holiday. 

I find myself bored with the odd, freakish and other-worldly.  Afterall, all us droids who are in love with Halloween are expected to try and outdo ourselves (and one another) every single year. The idea that everyone is anticipating what I'll be this Halloween sort of...irritates me. 

So I'm putting my freak-mojo on hold this year. If I save it up, my powers of strangeosity should've doubled in strength by next Hallow's Eve. 

This year, however, I thought I'd be anti-climactic in the name of spite, fiesty fate that she is.  So instead of being something else..

I've been looking into the idea of being someone else...

  (WOLF WHISTLES)

Okay..So maybe I'll get a last minute urge to paint my skin green, slip into a Grecian gown and be a 60's Star Trek alien girl.

7:20 PM - September 22, 2008 - comments {0} - post comment

Desk Job Blues

I'm caught in a rut. 

I realized that this morning when the cashier at my favorite fruit stand was waiting for me with a bag and a plastic fork before I'd even reached the counter with my box of sliced watermelon. I sighed and thought of Prince's ole' Starfish and Coffee song, poked at my melon feebly and thought, "I'm tired of working, tired of sitting in the same seat every day for a decade, of getting up at 7:30 and running for the same bus whether I feel like it or not..."

...."I DON'T WANNA' WORK ANYMORE!! WAHHHHHHH..!!"  =/

There's no telling what's going on in the head of that woman idling beside you on the bus.  Some of us are screaming inside.  Hahaha 

I can't see working for another 35 years, all hopes riding on the slim possibility that my government will still have saved me some of my own money for retirement.

Methinks I'm ready to hatch a brainchild and make my first million. I'm ready to put some plans in motion, despite the nest I'm sitting in.  

12:58 PM - September 15, 2008 - comments {0} - post comment

Expanding Horizons

So the Lollipop song grew on me. I mean, it really attached itself..like barnacles. Hahah. 

I haven't got time for blogging and I've got some nerve making this pit stop at JH, but I always like to mention when I think a new artist has potential.  When I had the time and leisure about a decade ago, digging through CD bargain bins at record shops in the Village was a hobby of mine. A very musical and equally competetive friend of mine and I were on a mission-to outdo one another.

It was a mad dash by foot, internet and horse drawn carriage to find the world's best unknowns and early rising artists and wave our rockin' finds in the other one's face.It all ended in laughter, dizzying head-banging and a all around good time, but the thrill of the chase still lives in me.  WooHoo!

Since I don't get a lot of time to roam Greenwich aimlessly or sit in front of a computer terminal these days I haven't found very many new artists. My last bragging rights were to a band named "Disturbed" who blew up about a year after I fished their first CD (in a cracked case with yelllow tape on it) out of a bargain bin.
 
Today, everyone at the office is making "siren sounds"; They've been "going off" for days and it's starting to annoy the hell out of me.  Lil' Wayne seems to have this way of burrowing into people's heads with a repetitive rythm and staying there. His CDs will make a great instrument to introduce subliminal messages in a time where things are quickly starting to resemble Aldous Huxley's Brave New World.
I've got a feeling about this guy. 

Does anyone else think of a young Busta' Ryhmes?

12:34 PM - September 11, 2008 - comments {0} - post comment

Natural Beauty

I caught the tail end of a movie called "Adrift in Manhattan" this weekend.

I can imagine my life as a photographer. The idea of so many New Yorkers allowing a stranger to capture them from close up that way seems absurd to me...

But if it weren't...

If people were unafraid to be seen as they really are, it might make for an incredible collage. It' s an unfortunate aspect of human nature to care about what others think..and some of us care to the point at which we are giving up precious experiences. If a camera captures us at an unflattering angle, we can always just delete the image in one click..

Could these deletions be the most beautiful sides of ourselves going to waste?

9:00 AM - August 24, 2008 - comments {0} - post comment

UK Humour...

5:24 PM - August 23, 2008 - comments {0} - post comment