Therapist keeps asking “Why don’t you read the Huffington Post story?” I respond: “Because I’m in it.” We both laugh. She assures me the story is fine, just an impartial bulleted list type account of what I “do”. As unhappy as I was with the interview and the unaccomodating scheduling I guess I’ll take it. Between that and the upcoming CBS spot I should have fresh credibility to make a convincing book proposal pitch. A friend from the publishing biz offered to help with that.
I just do not like seeing pictures of myself unless I have some control over the situation. That “control” can be as simple as asking the person with the camera or the phone to hold the lens up to forehead level. That simple technique eliminates a lot of unflattering neck flab. It is why celebrities’ handlers tell them to look downward if they ever have to get a mugshot. That’s why so many celebrity mugshots make it look like they are scowling, or looking up at you.
I remember the Sunswick days, when I was the star bar photographer. Everybody loved the Swicktures. No one could understand why my shots looked so much better than everyone else’s. It was all about holding the camera up high, zooming in close to the faces, and in so doing making red eye reduction really work.
“Bar photographer” sounds like “barfotographer.”
I am trying to wrap up a Links story for the web site tomorrow. I discovered today that access to 711 is not allowed. That’s the relay service used by people with hearing or speech disabilities to make calls using a TTY or similar device. That does not seem like an acceptable condition, even for a “BETA” rollout. The only “one ones” that work are 311, 411, and (I assume because I did not test it) 911. It’s illegal to “test” 911 functionality, though I’d be curious to know if anyone has successfully used a Link to report a 911 emergency.
I am at the ghetto coffee shop. Contemplating a train ride to Junction Blvd., or back to Manhattan.
