I'm Melissa. THIS is my personal, really meandering, disjointed personal blog...
if you're looking for my portfolio,
it can be found here.
I've lived in the central valley of california for awhile now, after spending the first of my years in pennsylvania/ohio. People keep mentioning that i'm all grown up, or asking how being an adult is going -- I really don't know what they're referring to.
TEAMTEAM
TeamTeam is a collaborative creative effort with fellow artist and generally awesome portland-dweller, Daniel Schultz. Our current project is called TeamTeam Answering Machine, and you should participate.
I'm officially a (self-proclaimed) curator -- OF GIFS. GIF CONNOISSEUR. Check it out. My GIF blog even made it to buzzfeed once.
ONE MORE CHECK OFF MY LIFELONG INTERNET TO-DO LIST.
Albums of note UPCOMING/2011/2010/2009
A list of albums from the year that had staying power. Not a top album list, because I haven't heard every album, so that just seems a bit silly to me -- the whole "of the year" thing... although I suppose in my own mind that's what they are...
THE ARCHIVES
Nostalgia
a place where I keep things that are already memories and store things that are currently in my life that will inevitably become memories. Vague enough?
Vestiges of a Life Soon Forgotten
A photographic series devoted to images taken in and around my apartment where I lived for 3 years in college. I moved out for good in December 2009.
Photobooth Sketches
photobooth documentation of sketches i have done and/or found.
Monthly Self Portrait Series
This was a short-lived project that sometimes shows up without warning again on my feed, but definately cannot be considered an "on-going" thing.
My New California Life
What started as an essay series about my experiences living on the left coast turned into a general account of my life here -- through words, photos and other ephemera.
jef etters tips of the day
Jef Etters was a colleague of mine who gave me life tips on a daily basis via a telephone call from a rotary phone. I would then transcribe the tips and post them here for the benefit of all mankind. He didn't know what tumblr was (nor does he now), but he did want to share all his wisdom with the world. enjoy.
PLEASE NOTE: Jef did finally get free long-distance after 7pm EST and will occasionally call to give me tips to transcribe. Be on the look out, it'll change your life.
ScreenCaptureSeries
Funny and or poignant things I feel the need to share with the world via screen capture. This project carries on with the luck that the internet will continue to bring the lulz. I think the odds are in our favor.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
The Woman Sitting Across From Me
As I sat down in my hospital gown, I noticed a small, fragile woman sitting in the corner. She was mid-conversation when I entered my second waiting room of the day. As I selected a magazine from a pile of tattered periodicals of yore, she proudly announced to those in the room that she had just turned 81. I smiled at her slightly and proceeded to a chair by the window. The woman who was most engaged in this exchange started laughing and said she’d be lucky to make it to 71 and that she hadn’t even really expected to make it to 68. They discussed poor circulation and ways of dealing with it: gloves, heating pads, warm foot bath treatments, snuggies. They were so intimate with each other, I assumed they had known each other in some previous life, many years before. A nurse walked in and announced a name, calling for the next patient. The name belonged to the 81-year-old. She stood up and the 68-year-old nodded at her and said it was nice to meet her and that she would now have a name to use when she prayed for her new friend to be healed.
After the older woman left, the younger woman turned to look at me. She said “what’s a young thing like you doing in here? This is the kind of place where they tell you why you’re dying. That’s a long way off for you. Why would you come to a place like this?” I forced a smile and nodded while answering her question: “just for some routine tests.” She told me those were the worst kind when you’re her age, but for someone like me I’d be fine and that I shouldn’t worry. She could tell I was anxious. Maybe it was the polka-dotted socks with little monkey faces embroidered on them. The socks had betrayed me and given away my secret.
She didn’t say much else, but they called my name next. When I was walking through the door to the hall with all the exam rooms, she looked up at me, smiled and said: “It was nice to meet you, I’m glad to have a name to use when I pray for my new friend to be healed.”
(Source: icatchfoxes)
