the blogerous ones

The dangerous ones. They're my favorite. The latest specimen was especially bad... The type that looks innocent and happy but are rotten to the core.

Enters in subway car, a blue eyed, messy haired blonde, gorgeous as all hell. In her hands, was a clear plastic cup with a straw. Contents, a cran and vodka. Tooth pick in her mouth and the snarl that goes with it. I notice her. She notices me.

I'm rarely intimidated. I'm a strong eye contact kind of guy. I live by the rule of the jungle, establish dominance with eye contact. If they, excuse me, WHEN they look away you've established power. That's some leader of the pack shit right there. Try it on your unruly dogs and cats for a week and see how they change around you. I'm not kidding, it works. It works on your friends too. Trust me, I've been an alpha my whole life.

Anyway, I told you all of that to establish my next few sentences. She locked eyes with me and I looked away. God, I love a bad chick. If you can tame them, excuse me, don't tame them, NEVER tame them... If they allow you in their pack and maybe even lead the pack, that shit is for life. It's a theory I like to call the Bonnie and Clyde theory.

Happy hunting alphas,
b.

blogtimacy?

Intimacy. Settle down pervs! I'm not talking about "doing it". I just realized how intimate it is to share a living space with a woman. The only other time I've ever done it was in a committed relationship, a long one.

My new roommate, in a span of a few days has met my best bro, seen me get increasingly drunk, watched my videos (yikes), have talked about politics and religion, and now she's seen my "don't look at me, I'm sick and want to die" face. She knows what I eat. She knows what brand of toothpaste I use and that I don't do my dishes until the next day. She's seen how messy I keep my bedroom despite how clean and organized the living room is. What? so I like having things hang out on my bed, so what? Is it your bed? No! Okay, moving on.

This is all assumption, of course, because I don't know these things about her. Meaning, if I'm not paying that close of attention then perhaps she isn't either. But aren't they more curious? Cats vs dogs kind of thing? I don't know. Just thought I should share that because I'm not thinking 100% clearly through all this sickie feeling.

Okay, back to bed I go,
b.

bare blogs studio

Bare bones studios. Some one I spoke to recently made me remember how much I used to love giving myself challenges when shooting. I'm a huge advocate for stripped down studios and gear. Owning the best equipment in the world will never make you a better shooter. I spent a year after university shooting black and white film, manually, with no flash what-so-ever. It was the greatest learning experience of my life. I got so in tune with not only my film but also with the slightest fluctuations of light. I got to a point where I could "feel" a half stop drop in light without ever relying on my meters. I would shoot in the daylight, at night, indoors and out without ever popping a flash. If you want to get specific a great way to still be able to shoot tri-x at night is through a yellow filter. They're some of the best photos I've ever shot. It was at a carnival; ON the rides. Every single frame was exposed accurately. They couldn't teach me that in class. There's no way.

After that year, and more to the point of this post, I went to my local hardware store and bought a $12 lighting kit. I completely abandoned using thousand dollar studio strobes. It's not entirely necessary if you know what you're doing. Once you do know what you're doing then using better lighting equipment really means more calculated photos. Over priced gadgets can't take you to a more professional level when the magic really happens between your eye and your trigger finger. The only way to shoot better is to shoot more and keep an eye on what you're doing. Get it? I know, not very funny. ;)

Take aim, check focus, release breath, click.
b.

blogenty-ten

Twenty-ten. I'm not the kind of guy that makes resolutions as you've probably gathered from my previous posts but I do have things I'd like to accomplish. My beef with resolutions isn't that you want to be better than me because let's be real... Improve on all of THIS? I'd like to see you try. ;) (Ok, I'll stop.) My beef is with the added pressure. Down to the fact that you're trying to start something from the literal day one. The 25th of January is actually the 25th day you've failed to wash the dishes every night after eating. That's too much pressure for anyone.

I'm more of an enjoy the ride kind of guy not a goal oriented guy. Instead of declaring a goal for my business, what I'd rather do is something like wanting to take one person out to a very expensive lunch once a month every month. You see, the logic is that I'd need to afford that and to afford that my business needs to be returning well. I circumvent having to put any directly added pressure on to my work life by setting a goal to want to play harder. You may be thinking it's just a sneaky way around having concrete goals for something but I'll tell you it works. My mind is at ease as I maneuver may way through this tough terrain only to have my months punctuated by a treat. I get the treat because I've done well. I've done well because my mind is at ease.

Seriously, you need a life coach or a guru? I'm available and my rates are amazing for the amount of guidance I'll give you.

Later nerds! Don't work too hard,
billi

the blogtalian girl

The Italian girl. I'm on the hunt for a new roommate yet again! Looking for a roommate is hard; I mean it's not a difficult task, it just sucks the life out of you. Having to trust someone to have their shit together and actually pay rent on time is rough. What's wrong with people? If you can't afford NYC then why the hell did you move here? BUT that's an entirely different post right there.

The gods have shed their light on me. When showing the apartment to potential tenants, not unlike the screening process that goes on when picking a mate, it's customary to do the get to know you song and dance. In short, I think I might be ready for a couple of rounds of speed dating. (Does that actually exist? One of you nerds should look it up and report back.) I can talk up my job and my extracurricular exploits pretty well now. I'm sure it'll come in handy at some point.

So, one of the days I was showing the space I opened the door and at the threshold was standing a very attractive Italian girl... NOT fake New Jersey Italian but actual Italian. She's totally imported. (Don't send me hate mail for ranking on Jersey. I lived there and it was horrible! Worst few months of my life!) Anyway, she sees the space and likes it and we hit it off completely. She's an artist and working at a firm where she'll be doing graphic design and video editing. She actually hung out for about 30 minutes after seeing the space. It felt really cool and natural and long story short, she's the perfect fit for this household. No word yet on whether any other activities will take place other than cohabiting as it's tricky trying to rock that *conversion but I'll keep you perverts posted. ;)

*Conversions: slang term used for when you're approaching a woman in a situation of high difficulty. ie. Trying to chat up women in the subway. It's always hard to pull off that conversion.