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