Everyone's "self" is a representation that they constantly work to maintain (i.e. the way they choose to dress, their vocabulary, the activities in which they participate). Is there really such a thing as a "true inner self"? I'm not sure there is. It seems only a fabricated veneer to me. Thus, I love to play with my own representation via fashion, words, writing, etc. So what if I carry around in my purse a stuffed black cat wearing a dress? Does that change how someone might characterize me? It's interesting to think so, and of course it alters an outsider's perception of myself. When I was on the plane back from California last month I saw a woman who was older than me, but still in her twenties, wearing a pink jacket with bunny ears attached to the hood. She was also holding a pink stuffed bunny to match. That's not something one sees every day, and it definitely made me stop and look at her for a second because there was obviously some theme going on there. I love noticing quirks like that. I call it the "inner-geek" -- everyone has their own.
This picture describes my writing process. Caffeine somehow stimulates me to write, thus my iced tea. I swear, iced tea single-handedly got me through the entire college application process a few years back. Also, when I'm staring at the blinking curser on Microsoft Word, trying to think of what to write for a paper, I obsessively floss my teeth. Yes, every single time. There is no wasted time with me. I keep tucked under the strap of my journal a polaroid of my parents and me when I was a baby. It inspires me. Also, there are small scratches on the photo which give it even more character. My Birks are in the photo only because I love photographing objects on different levels and at different distances. I admire people who can do this really well because it gives a flat picture dimension, even without a camera that renders depth of field.
A friend of my mom's saved all those stamps for me because she knew I liked them. They are all from Switzerland. I cut them from the envelopes and display them on my desk like mini artwork. As for the other things in the photo, I love jewelry and teasing my kitties with the koosh ball. Also, you can see the yellow skip card from a mini travel Uno deck I have. The cards are so small and cute.
I have revived my beloved Canon Rebel. My poor baby was languishing on the top shelf of my closet with nobody to hold him for the longest time. Lately I have been using my Sony point-and-shoot, and although light and convenient, Sony is nothing is like my Rebel. Both, however, will make the trek with me across the pond to the motherland. This photo is a favorite because, in case you haven't noticed, I love using mirrors in photos. Also, the Reading Room in my house is the bomb diggity. I love the shelves of plants in front of the window.
