The picture.In 1996, I worked as a hand model. It was just for one day, for the Star Market chain of supermarkets in New England. They needed a shot of someone squeezing a lemon over some shrimp, to be used in those oversized posters in store windows.
It might seem like glamorous work, but it isn’t as easy as it sounds. They propped my arm in just the right position in the studio, under hot lights. Then the “food stylists” had to add the drip to the lemon—they used Karo syrup so it would work better for the picture. Reposition the lights. Get the camera ready. Arm cramping up. Move that shrimp. Don’t move your hand!
Probably the only time I ever earned an honest living with my hands.
other random stuff as I think of it...
I accelerate over speed bumps.
I worked for Bill Clinton’s campaign during the New Hampshire primaries. I backed John McCain’s campaign during the primary in Maine. It’s much more fun when your candidate goes on to win (and, I think, better for the country).
I have absolutely no idea how tall I am, other than that I am between 5 ft. and 6 ft.
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atrios
being katie
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big pink cookie
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booboolina
bradlands
bunkosquad
carl with a k
change for america
chatter
coffee corner
consolation champs
daily kos
dirty flower
the dialogue project
(not a) dollarshort
eabos
echoditto
hchamp.com
kottke.org
lack of style
lessig blog
little.yellow.different
mathew gross
megnut
nicco.org
nothing, and lots of it
photojunkie
photo matt
random thoughts
sooz.com
strange currency
textism
tip of the quill
torrez.org
travelin’ dave
truck808
ultramicroscopic
where there’s smoke
woifm
zeldman
zonkette
air america