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Thursday, January 10, 2008
When I Worked as a Model
More than forty years ago, I worked as a model for a Photographer named Vince Galea in San Francisco. Here is one of the pictures he took of me then.
When I was around back then (I THINK I was around back then) I had hair almost as long as yours and played bass and trombone in a polka band. I was fifteen to start off with. (With the band, I mean, not from the very beginning, which I can't remember, not because I was "high" but because I was just a widdle infant.) Anyway, you look happier than I was!
To be thoughtful and honest about it, the old days were better than I gave them credit for at the time. You realize these things when you view the past through a fogged up, cracked and dirty rearview mirror. You look in that mirror and and realize the changes and heartbreak that has come since. When you are young I don't think you look in any such mirror at all most of the time.
I was usually doing what was worst for me and very hungry and begged on the streets for money or food or both and ate other people's left-over food at sidewalk cafes.
I once accepted five dollars from a kind stranger in the bank when I was totally broke and had just discovered my account was overdrawn by mistake. He heard the distressed conversation I had with the teller, her saying "sorry, we can't help you" and he just gave it to me. It was just enough to get me by.
I guess I have always done things like that, but it's never been tit for tat... to me, I'm always on the debt side of the ledger, and owe more than I am owed. But I rarely give money. I think it's better to give someone your full attention rather than a few bucks!
I wish youd put that suggestion to the Nerd in the form of a question. We men are generally accustommed to answering questions and taking orders opr giving them, but we lack some fundamental self-control unless they stick us in a straightjacket.
Seriously, though, men crave love and affection, and I know I do, no matter when or where I find it. We only go to wars because we can have a sweetie back home waiting. That's romantic for us, to have somebody with that candle in the window.
There's so many ways to express love, it seems, but it seems hatred finds few. That's why I think love wins in the end, unless the person you are trying to love is offended by the attention and pushes you away.
Yeah, but they are all demogogues, one-track minds, and you know 'em when you see 'em. Like Mack driving truckdrivers. You gotta stay out from under their wheels and not breathe in their smoke.
23 comments:
Nice! Hippie child!
Yup! :-D
I agree with Coffeypot: you look higher than a kite! Nice shot.
Well, I can't say for sure; it was SO long ago, but I hardly remember a time from back then when I wasn't.
Awwww . . . thanks! :-D
When I was around back then (I THINK I was around back then) I had hair almost as long as yours and played bass and trombone in a polka band. I was fifteen to start off with. (With the band, I mean, not from the very beginning, which I can't remember, not because I was "high" but because I was just a widdle infant.) Anyway, you look happier than I was!
I was pretty happy some of the time--VERY happy, and pretty unhappy some of the time.
I guess things haven't changed all that much after all, LOL!
To be thoughtful and honest about it, the old days were better than I gave them credit for at the time. You realize these things when you view the past through a fogged up, cracked and dirty rearview mirror. You look in that mirror and and realize the changes and heartbreak that has come since. When you are young I don't think you look in any such mirror at all most of the time.
I was very much in the moment.
And when I looked anywhere, it was more likely to be forward--though I did look inside some. LOL!
My concerns were: am I in the right place? Am I doing what's best for me? Where can I get some money? And...where can I get some pizza???????
I was usually doing what was worst for me and very hungry and begged on the streets for money or food or both and ate other people's left-over food at sidewalk cafes.
I once accepted five dollars from a kind stranger in the bank when I was totally broke and had just discovered my account was overdrawn by mistake. He heard the distressed conversation I had with the teller, her saying "sorry, we can't help you" and he just gave it to me. It was just enough to get me by.
I hope you've returned the favor but some random acts of kindness in turn.
I guess I have always done things like that, but it's never been tit for tat... to me, I'm always on the debt side of the ledger, and owe more than I am owed. But I rarely give money. I think it's better to give someone your full attention rather than a few bucks!
Full attention is very valuable and something few people give. However, if what you need is a few bucks, attention may not solve the problem.
Good point. You can't live on love. But isn't it said, "Man does not live by bread alone?" Maybe you gots to have both!
Balance is good. Enough air, enough water, enough food, shelter and warmth and medical care--and love.
Needs may rattle around in a bucket (Barbara Kingsolver), but if unmet, they are huge.
I wish youd put that suggestion to the Nerd in the form of a question. We men are generally accustommed to answering questions and taking orders opr giving them, but we lack some fundamental self-control unless they stick us in a straightjacket.
Seriously, though, men crave love and affection, and I know I do, no matter when or where I find it. We only go to wars because we can have a sweetie back home waiting. That's romantic for us, to have somebody with that candle in the window.
I think it is a UNIVERSAL human need (love)--and universal human responses (to questions and orders.)
There's so many ways to express love, it seems, but it seems hatred finds few. That's why I think love wins in the end, unless the person you are trying to love is offended by the attention and pushes you away.
Unfortunately, intelligent people with good imaginations find many ways to express hatred. :-(
Yeah, but they are all demogogues, one-track minds, and you know 'em when you see 'em. Like Mack driving truckdrivers. You gotta stay out from under their wheels and not breathe in their smoke.
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