Gray.

Aug 07, 2001
Natasha and I took pictures at a laundry in her old neighborhood, then we took some experimental photos with the flash at a playground. She wore an exotic top with a white flowing skirt. They should come out great. I have been burning through a lot of film with Natasha lately. Tomorrow I'm picking up three rolls of film. I'm sure quite a few of the pics will be scan-worthy. Stay tuned, dear Reader.

I'm stressing a bit about my ability to find a good job. I've been scouring Monster tonight and it's all weird niche positions that are hiring. Yikes. I think I'll get my Java learn on hardcore for the rest of this week. Gotta do something.

While clicking around on Austin clubs tonight I discovered Erin. She's in/around Austin and has some crazy photoshop skills. The model is a guy. I know: whoa!

I realized today what a lousy and neglectful friend I am. All six of my major Austin friends and I haven't seen any of them in more than a month. I suck and I miss ya.

My mom wrote the below poem. I'm really excited that she's expressing herself creatively, and I thought I'd share it with all of you.

Poem written 8/7/01:
About a little bird that had been found
with an injured eye and unable to fly.
The eye was restored to sight, having
debris removed from the site.However,
after nurturing to return to nature she
was seized by a hawk. This is memory
of our little "grey" bird.

"Little Grey" (bird)
When I happened by; you had but
one eye, and
couldn't fly.

took you home; now you were
not
alone.

You were so sweet with your
little "tweets", and

Now you could see and belonged
to me,--or
so I thought.

It wasn't long before you grew
fast; and
knew this happiness
could not last.

Forever,
In my heart you will
stay; as
I will "always" remember
that day.

You appeared and changed
my life;
Forever.