Another Night at the Club and More Boring Pictures...

So here it is, another fucked-up sleepy Monday morning. If it weren't penguins and coffee my head would probably be firmly planted on my keyboard. Right on the zed key...ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

I got much less done this weekend than I wanted to. I made a good dent in my accounting, but I didn't finish it. I still have one account to reconsile and all my deductable receipts to enter. *sigh* It's going to be an exciting night of laundry and accounting. But not having finished my accounting isn't what really what I'm disappointed in myself for. This last week I have not done any painting or drawing. Sure, I've done some photography, but I can't take the digital photographs I take in the nightclubs seriously. It's time to knucle-down and paint some of these images.

I don't know why it is that I can't take my own photography seriously. Part of it is I don't think my photographs are anything special - there is nothing new about the subject matter and my craftmanship is mediocre at best. The other part of it is I've never taken phography seriously as a craft, particularly as cameras have gotten more sophisticated with more automatic functions. Any idiot with a $1000 to burn on toys can pick up a camera that will do 90% of the work. Last night I wanted to do something different and found that I was unable to come up with anything.

Confused and Holding

So Ivana phoned me invited me over both Saturday and Sunday and I had to decline both invitations for plans already made, in the case of Sunday plans with Shannon. I have no idea what I am doing or what I want. And frankly I don't even want to address these things right now. I want to defer everything until after NYC. I don't know why I expect some kind of epiphany to happen there, but I do. This isn't a vacation, this is a pilgrimage. Is that too much to expect? Am I fool for putting my life on hold for two months?

Extra spending money

Yay! I just got a little outside contract with a development company in Yaletown that is willing to work around my bank schedule. That'll help with affording the $10 drinks in NYC (because it is hard to have an epiphany sober).

This came in via my mbarrick.com business site. That continues to blow me away.

Downside to this is I have to meet with them tomorrow evening and I'm not going make it to Moev at the Purple Onion. Urg. I guess I have to be responsible every once in a while for the sake of grander and more elaborate fun.