...

Smile though your heart is aching
Smile even though it's breaking
When there are clouds in the sky, you'll get by
If you smile through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You'll see the sun come shining through for you

Light up your face with gladness
Hide every trace of sadness
Although a tear may be ever so near
That's the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what's the use of crying?
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile

That's the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what's the use of crying?
You'll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile

Yep.

Kat is tired.

She has bad business sense, struggles at keeping in touch, and is WAY too generous sometimes.

She wishes Halloween would last all year long, that little bar stages always came equipped with nice lights, and that Christmas didn't cost so dang much money.

She dreams of the economy recovering, but knows better. She worries a lot, to the point of exhaustion.

And she prays that by the time she is dead, she will have discovered her purpose in life, because no matter how hard she tries to find it, it's still hiding.

Happy Holidays.

Something for Nothing

To All Who Have Been Waiting......

......prepare for a massive upload.

A Message to the Photo-Hungry:

I’m moving to Philadelphia in about ten days. Needless to say, this means I have to pack my breakable-filled-house -- not to mention my schedule has been very cruelly filled for the entirety of my remaining days in Atlanta. So I hope everyone will understand that my time is very, very precious to me at the moment. If you are not a paying client or one of my best friends, I will not even be thinking about sharing my personal photos until at least the end of April. I do apologize from the bottom of my heart, but thems the breaks.

(For any new folks who may not be aware, although I am well-schooled, I do not ‘do this for a living,’ I do it because I love it. I have a high-profile full-time day job (and a teenager) and it is wear and tear on both my eyeballs and my equipment to do real work for free. So as much as I hate to be that guy, the truth is, if you want it your way, you gotta show me the money.)

FYI, I will no longer have an email address and will be unable to access the internet from approximately April 7-April 11. New contact info will be provided as soon as I am up and functioning.

But for now, this is Miss Kat, signing off until the wind blows and the scenery changes. To quote the immortal Eric Cartman: "Screw you guys... I'm going home."

RIP 3/8/11

Rest In Peace, Lucille Bunch

My Great-Aunt Lucille passed away yesterday around 8pm. When I was a kid, I used to think her name was Aunt Seal. :)  A bit of an ornery old lady for sure, but I have fantastic memories of summer vacations at she and Uncle Buddy's place in north Florida.

(RIP Mike Starr as well. Half of the original AIC is now gone.)

S.A.D. + H.S.P. = O.M.G.

2/26/11 Jungol @ the Earl pics are now available.

"The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive.

To him...

a touch is a blow,
a sound is a noise,
a misfortune is a tragedy,
a joy is an ecstasy,
a friend is a lover,
a lover is a god,
and failure is death.

Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create -- so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating."

- Pearl S. Buck

Love

Just listened to Joseph Merrick Was A Handsome Man.

God, I love Swank Sinatra. They make me happy. The world needs more music like this; there are very few bands on earth, much less locals, that can inspire me to dance across my office.

Brandon and Bob
Living under the stairs
If this is what you write
Then I hope you never care

Yep.

 

I’m a creep

I’m a weirdo

What the hell am I doing here?

I don’t belong here...

I don’t belong here.

 

Swank pics are up.

Jungol pics are in post-processing.

Article: What's Important To You?

A Native American and his friend were in downtown New York City, walking near Times Square in Manhattan. It was during the noon lunch hour and the streets were filled with people. Cars were honking their horns, taxicabs were squealing around corners, sirens were wailing, and the sounds of the city were almost deafening. Suddenly, the Native American said, "I hear a cricket."

His friend said, "What? You must be crazy. You couldn't possibly hear a cricket in all of this noise!"

"No, I'm sure of it," the Native American said, "I heard a cricket."

"That's crazy," said the friend. The Native American listened carefully for a moment, and then walked across the street to a big cement planter where some shrubs were growing. He looked into the bushes, beneath the branches, and sure enough, he located a small cricket. His friend was utterly amazed.

"That's incredible," said his friend. "You must have superhuman ears!"

"No," said the Native American. "My ears are no different from yours. It all depends on what you're listening for."

"But that can't be!" said the friend. "I could never hear a cricket in this noise."

"Yes, it's true," came the reply. "It depends on what is really important to you. Here, let me show you." He reached into his pocket, pulled out a few coins, and discreetly dropped them on the sidewalk.

And then, even with the noise of the crowded street still blaring in their ears, they noticed every head within twenty feet turn and look to see if the money that tinkled on the pavement was theirs.

"See what I mean?" asked the Native American. "It all depends on what's important to you."