Here is Jen and Ezra, looking for a wayward Henry in an artistic display that featured at Salamanca's Long Gallery through January. I know that it looks like a nightclub, but Ezra doesn't like them, he thinks that they are "common". That ultraviolet light was a little disconcerting, I'll grant you that.
And there is my crude segue for the day!
For some reason, the local news media outlets have taken a shine to me of late, and I can now expect the phone to ring whenever someone has got something controversial to debate (when you're talking drugs and alcohol, it's always controversial).
Being an arrogant kind of guy, and not lacking in confidence to express and opinion or argue a point, I'm always happy to oblige them.
Yet seeing yourself or hearing yourself on the news is a very disconcerting experience. Predictably, my default news-watching setting is "who is this moron and why am I supposed to care what they think?"
You would think that I would think differently about myself, but the reality is that the 'I'm not sure how old they are' talking head or overly nasally voice does not generally strike me as me. Rather, he seems to be just another know-nothing know it all that parade on the nightly news throughout the week.
So when I see this fancy Dan with those come-to-bed eyes, or hear that fellow with the poor man's FM "hits 'n memories" radio announcer voice spouting what seems to be far too pithy an answer for such a complex issue, there is a disconnect with the memory of a confident statement on a tricky, convoluted and, inevitably, controversial issue. Indeed, the subtle nuances that capture the subtext and extrapolate poetically on whatever it is that I've been called upon to crap on about seem absent. Anyway, I'm far younger/funkier/cruder/rugged/sexier/swarthier etc etc...
Thus I am left to consider this dislocation between the Me that I know because I am Me, and the Me that I see through these other mediums that for all intents and purposes is me, but you know, it just doesn't feel like me.
What I want to know is whether it is just Me, or whether other Mes feel the same way when confronted with the likenesses in this way?
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I often see the back of my head on any news feature regarding computers in TAFE/UTas, as I was filmed for stock footage about 7 years ago. It feels less & less like me over time. However, the back of my head isn't saying much, so this little story is only tenuously related to the topic.
Carry on.
were you on tv? I don't get it.
that'd be cool if you were on tv, I guess? I dunno.
please explain!
(leave the money on the fridge.)
As long as it's not meaningless ;)
Very cool color on the picture. It didn't make me feel like a nightclub - too artsy. & where is the older Mini-me?
You should always be true to yourself, however know that me will always evolve and change as time goes on... but never lose sight on who you really are.
As for what you express, well, you're on your own. If you become too circumspect, you'll be one of those guys who seems to be hiding something...
Does that make sense?
Unfortunately, it will no doubt revert back to the situation where you had the hottest public debate in years (alcohol), and the sector ‘leader’ wasn’t spotted once in 9 months. Given that I’ve done 20 spots in a month with not a huge amount of effort expended, that is kind of sad.
Henry had taken off out of the building, and Jen and Ez were rushing off after him. That’s why I didn’t have time to get a better shot than this one.
I had a long recorded interview with a radio reporter, then heard back selected answers over the air, WITH DIFFERENT QUESTIONS tacked on to my responses! That should be illegal.