MOUNDS - WHIMS & RETREATS
A Weekend in El Cerrito, July 2000
THE NEXT EVENING, I was inspired by Kallisti's bathroom for my next whim. I'd spent all the weekend being entranced by Kallisti's shower curtain of goldfish.
I had just had the weekend before an adventure involving a zoo visit and had ended that weird weekend by turning down an unrelated and coincidental invitation to the Aquarium — by deciding enough was enough, and I had to draw the line at the fish.
So, in Kallisti's bathroom, I was being continually mocked by the fish on her shower curtain for saying (or trying to draw) that line, I was sure.
Kallisti has the best boudoir bathroom — with enticing toiletries, cosmetics, and pots of strange colors and textures and fragrance.
I got a new whim. I wanted to do something very uncharacteristic for me. I wanted Kallisti to indulge me with a quick "makeover" and take my pic in front of the damn shower curtain fish.
You must understand how very terribly odd this is. I am far more likely to go cavort in nature than EVER request to do something like a makeover (and I trust we've already established how odd my nature whim was).
But I was possessed by a whim. And it had been quite a while since we'd taken any glam photos of ourselves -- on purpose or on accident. Sometimes ya just gotta purposely do that, you know -- otherwise, all photos you end up finding of yourself in later days are those snapshots someone takes at a party when you're tipsy with eyes half-shut, you've got eyeliner sliding down your face, or you're in the middle of saying something that makes your mouth look terribly wrong. And if those are the only photos we all only had of ourselves, well, then, however could I in good conscience continue to document things in this photogallery-a-rama?
(Although now that I think about it, I think I should put together a page of "worst snapshots" for this project -- I have plenty of me, alas -- and I could also risk being lynched by my friends for including their worst pics, too .... uh, then again, maybe not.)
Anyway, Kallisti painted my face and took the pix and photoshopped them into even further piquancy. All I did was put on the floppy hat and insist on standing in front of the fish.
These are some of them:
Kallisti did not want her picture taken.
But I insisted.
She managed to throw out most of the pictures taken of her while downloading the images to the computer. She is a wily one.
But this one she actually liked after she photoshopped herself into another dimension:
This one we decided to use as her pic on the editor's page.
This one I later photoshopped into pleasing obfuscation
for her.
I hope she will tolerate it.
Or is it too Monet?
Yes. It is. Oh, well.
I assured Kallisti I could sometimes achieve some peculiar photoshop effects if I fiddled enough, and here is the result of some fiddling.
Thus, even more obfuscation. Her head is truly off here. This oughta please her.
And so, there you have it.
Huzzah - that was ....
.... A weekend in El Cerrito.
An Ode to Joy
on a
Gorey-esque Grecian Urn
(for Kallisti)
We begin the danse macabre
and will all be headless one day
because we think too much.
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Though Bat misspent her youth well, she still ended up with some change leftover. So, she plans on having a misspent dotage as well. For some more recent slices into Bat's life, see her journal/blog Extispicy.