Exceptionordinarily.

Today at work I discovered Clarice Bean. If you have never read a Clarice Bean book you should run to your nearest book store right now and get one. The first one is exceptional and the hardcover picture books are amazing. How could they not be when the main character's name is Clarice Bean Tuesday?

I've always liked the middle name Bean. Too bad I'll probably never meet a man who is willing to father children with me when I want to name them Euphemia Bean or Tallulah and such. I guess I could settle for Ruby, which is slightly normal.

Last night I was witness to a little film called The Guatemalan Handshake. I would definitely recommend it to anyone who enjoys deciphering their films as opposed to having them spoon fed to you. It will make you chuckle in a world weary sort of way, and also with it's sheer ridiculousness.

I have a lot of photography ideas culminating, a great majority of them involving nudity. We'll see how that goes over. It probably won't because it seems every interesting female face is coupled with a fear of nudity. Oh well. I've always gotten by with self portraits when I can't get anyone else, and in the end I think it makes for a more effective photo since almost any person who knows anything about art will tell you that every picture or portrait is simply a reflection of the artist onto something or somebody else. 

As of late I feel very disconnected from the world and it sucks because for once I feel like plugging myself in. Someone let me in because I can't keep pounding on your steely reserve forever.

An interesting change from last post. Let me out, let me in. Just let something change.

p.s. The dinosaur machines at the Roger William's Park Zoo in Providence, Rhode Island are truly, in my opinion, one of the wonders of the world. I grew up there and hold many fond memories of it. Just a little explanation for the picture, which is of my dearest Grandma Robin.