Yo my cheezits!
First words I thought of. The beauty of blogging is that, unlike writing an essay or scientific paper or professional email, you can actually just leave that first, shitty sentence that comes to mind and never edit it, delete it or otherwise purge it from existence! My co-contributor Charlotte (yes, she still exists, she is merely in her dormant phase) and I have discussed this in convos past, how the first step of an english essay is to write several trash sentences just so that they are no longer haunting your brain and you can move on to your true brilliance. After a few of those "everyone can relate to _____", "who has not felt the sway of _____ in their life?" or "______: a transcendent and magnificent idea" (insert the main theme/point of your essay in the blank) type sentences are actually written down on the page and you can see just how painful they are, THEN you can write a real essay.
But lucky for you guys, I'm not obligated to write anything real, inspiring or even sort-of-good-quality on this blog! I guess you can be thankful that I'm not using this awesome power for evil, although I'm not sure how writing my most impulsive and senseless thoughts on here could ever be a directed power for anything. Anyways, done that tangent! On to the real reason why you and I are here today: another blog revamp! After a solid ten editions of weekly photo blogging (well, perhaps semi-solid. More like...emulsive? Emulsive weeks? Sounds like a dope band name. I can imagine some punky girl with a pink pixie cut and rad knee socks being like "WE. ARE. EMULSIVE WEEEEEEEKS!!! and then commencing to play music I am not at all interested in hearing), I have decided that you guys don't deserve my paltry, sad, last-minute efforts at getting a photo up on the weekly. This regime of the Weekly Photo has given us such gems as: a picture of my cat! that time Charlotte and I wore onesies! and various other times you didn't give a shit!
As a result, I give you: the Monthly Photo. Weekly Photo sits ashamed in the corner, clad in a dunce cap and laughed at by his colleagues, while Monthly Photo steps up to the home plate confidently shouldering his shiny cool baseball bat (analogy would be helped by knowing some baseball brands) and swings a handy home run. With the Monthly Photo, you get quality, you get swagger, you get the cream of the crop. Normally I will probably post stuff at the end of the month, such that I can review all my amazing SENapshots (guess how much time I spent trying to come up with an instagram account name? THAT much time) and give you the true winner, the creme de la creme, if you will. Apparently cream is a great descriptor of quality. Anyways, since the idea hit me recently and I hadn't posted anything since that pretty cool philosophical Jasper special (whooooaaa, might you click that? might you end up on a blog spiral, clicking and clicking until you have viewed all of our posts? a veritable wikipedia syndrome experience?? I challenge you. You may find greatly confusing material), I thought I'd start now!
Erego, January's photo:
This is actually an oldie from one of my previous night stumbles, taken of the Mormon temple at the edge of my neighbourhood. I punched up the saturation, cranked that baby to 11 even, and that made the street and fence look super deep red. Which I actually just love, because with the stark contrast against the temple, it immediately makes me think of bloodshed and sacrifice in the name of the church. Not implicating the Mormons of my neighbourhood in anything in particular of course (concerning that I even feel the need to cover my butt on that), or even the Mormon religion of anything since I honestly know nothing of their ways. It's just what the image brings to my mind, and I like the bleak effect. Plus I myself am not at ALL religious and in fact if I'd be honest about it, religion totally creeps me out. Just one of those feelings I can never shake; I think Douglas Adams put it best when he wrote (regarding sharing a plane ride with a group of missionaries):
"The atmosphere on board the plane, on the other hand, was so claustrophobically nice it made you want to spit. Everyone was nice, everyone smiled, everyone laughed that terribly benign fading away kind of laugh which sets your teeth on edge."
Why in the name of (someone who is not god) do they have to be so creepily nice?! Am I so jaded that I can't stand someone being equally nice and forgiving to everyone? It just seems insincere and staged, like they're trying to follow some set of rules that dictates how they have to act - oh wait. Anyways, this post was not meant to get on a rant like that, but apparently I felt the need to defend myself using evidence that I clearly put too much effort into obtaining. Hopefully you dogs catch my drift!
Ok, til February, when I will have yet another stunning and amazing photo to wow the socks off of you with!
SENapshot
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