Small joys in what was an otherwise dreary week:
FaceTime with my cousin and the Giants clinching the NL West.
I’m hopelessly adrift in ennui. No job, no school, no friends, no bueno. I’m slogging through Dead Souls, which is a worthy and enjoyable read, but dense like the war in War & Peace.
Today I left the digital XSi and took the Rebel T2 out roaming. The film has expired, so I’m a bit extra excited. You never know what surprises you’ll get from an expired roll.
It felt incredible, but it’s also a sad reminder that I don’t have easy access to an analog darkroom anymore. Every school since high school has had a darkroom into which my troubles and I could withdraw. I did find a studio here that rents darkroom space by the hour, so I’m planning to go there once I have a few rolls to develop, but it’s just not the same as popping into the studio between classes. But, when I really feel like I’m struggling to hold on to what seems like a relic while the digital age progresses around me, I remember this:
The darkroom is my sanctuary. I live for the weight of the camera in my hands; the sound of the film as it advances; the clatter of the canister as it pops apart and falls to the floor; the smell of familiar chemicals on my hands; and the way developer washes over a blank sheet of paper, slowly turning grey lines into an image.
I wrote that in my admissions essay to Berkeley, and the sentiment is just as true today as it was then.
The beach was literally just out our front door.
We toasted Coronas to beautiful sunsets.
I wore my teeniest bathing suit.
B. Showed off his awesome bar tan.
I got my acceptance letter to UPenn.
I also watched dolphins in the surf, got stung by a jellyfish, finished Atonement, ate Twix and vodka for breakfast, and saw The Dark Knight Rises. All in all, solid vacation.
PS: I finally caved and made a Twitter account for mini-updates between full posts.
Follow me @whitney_jm!
I seem to have hit a streak of good luck (if I believed in such things).
Two nights ago, I was crawling around under our bed sweeping out dust and cat hair. Normally, I would use the vacuum for such undertakings, but it was a spur of the moment cleaning prompted by a very wet Noe hiding under there collecting dust. (Bath time happened for the princess. She’s ok, but I have several deep scratches and bruises.) Anyway, back to my story: I wasn’t expecting to find anything more than perhaps a stray poo when something glimmering caught my eye. Could it be? Could it really be? It was! I found the lost half of the pair of gold earrings I bought for graduation. I was certain I rinsed it down the shower drain, but there it was, dusty, but no worse for wear.
How fortuitous a find it was, indeed, because the next morning I received an e-mail asking if I could come in for an interview at 3:00pm. I did interview, of course, wearing my lucky graduation earrings. The interviewers seemed to like me; they said they will let me know within a couple of weeks. I’ll tell you more about that if I actually get the job.
Sitting atop the Big C, taking pictures of Berkeley below. Summer 2011.