supremely nerdy solution!, originally uploaded by subvert.com.

While I was reading sophiesunset’s comment on my last photo, my glasses fell apart. Duct tape on its own is so so. But then I had a brain wave. Duct taping a small, curiously strong magnet (which I happen to have in my studio) on either side ought to work better. And indeed it does.

This fix should last till I get back to SF this week to get a replacement pair. But the solution has made me so satisfying, I may decide to just keep wearing these.

The whole day is suddenly so satisfying. They should build glasses like this in the first place.

the nerd truth has arrived, originally uploaded by subvert.com.

My glasses broke. And i just had new lenses put in them.

Oliver Peoples of Soho, where i bought them during the dot com boom, told me that:

1) the frame isn’t available anymore because frames have to change every 2 years because they are fashion

2) they only expect their good plastic frames to last 5 years if you’re lucky.

Made to break. Nice business model.

In the meantime, they are ducktaped together and hold for about an hour at a time if I’m lucky.

stace, originally uploaded by subvert.com.

This is Stacey at her white coat ceremony.

Today Stacey’s first day of real med school class (if you decide not to count the week of orientation making trauma dolls, learning about IT and cultural diversity. I want to count these things but it’s so much more fun to say “first”).

Today Stacey cut into a cadaver.

Tonight Stacey’s fell asleep before 10.

I am not becoming my mother. I am not becoming my mother….

comfort, originally uploaded by subvert.com.

Based on a sneaking suspicion that it comes more from what I have.

problem solvers, originally uploaded by subvert.com.

If you’re an atheist, are you going to care that a Christian Fundamentalist cured cancer?

american food, originally uploaded by subvert.com.

Nicolas was the French motocross champion I met on the TGV. He was very friendly and matter a fact. Not the least bit derisive.

Heather plays out, originally uploaded by subvert.com.

I’ve noticed that many guys I know blog, twitter, publish, even make companies, films, apps, sites and television shows out of every thought that crosses their mind.

In the past I’ve said “Who do they think they are? They think everything they see or say is fascinating? Do they have to twitter every fart they take?” Thankfully, I’ve realized it’s not like I’m on a date. I don’t have to tell them their fascinating and bat my eyelashes.

Turns out being a guy is so not about the dick. You can get one of those for $69 down the street. It didn’t end my self-censorship.

Even better, I’ve seen my own hypocrisy. I’m the one reading and following these streams of thought, so it’s working. Some of the thoughts are even good!

As usual the cynicism/criticism is about my own fears.

I’ve been trained to delay gratification like most chyx. Why?

I’ll tell you why: “What if I don’t do it right?” Which comes down to: “What if my impulses upset somebody?”

Perhaps you’ve heard that adage: “Give a girl a guitar and she’ll sit in her room practicing until she’s perfect for years. Give a guy a guitar and he’ll be playing out in 2 days.”

I’m playing out.

Poking up for a breath.

Originally uploaded by RobertPMcClure.

Vacation has ended and I’m setting up east coast projects. Just a little more time before I jump completely back into the digital flow.

“If I had to spend one more day as a single, thirty-something woman in New York in the Village, I was going to kill myself.”

“I cannot read the Sunday Styles section.It makes everything I’m living cliche. I’d like to think I’m creating my own life. I don’t want to hear about myself”