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another funny thing that brought me love

A funny thing occurred to me. Several years ago, I did an interview for a site called Street Voice UK. Later, someone sent me a message on Facebook asking did I know that the person interviewing me was a far left Nazi, and perhaps I’d like to remove my interview. I said ‘oh, ok’, but that I didn’t mind being interviewed by someone whose views I disagree with. ‘Very well then,’ they said. ‘I’m going to put you on a list’ – or something to that effect. So I guess I’m on a list. Anyway, it’s true, the interviewer is extremely left wing, the variety of radical feminist who doesn’t want trans women to be women. Due to the interview connection, I follow him on Twitter. And I’ve just realised the following. Had I unfollowed him because of his views, I would never have randomly clicked on an interesting-looking YouTube link he posted in a fit of disgust several months ago, and I subsequently would never have met the wonderful person in that YouTube video, who is now my girlfriend (and secretary!).

So…my concluding comment to this chain of events is something along the lines of ‘hah’. And the moral of the story, perhaps, is that sometimes it pays – not only intellectually but even socially – to follow your ideological enemies. You may remember me recounting a similar tale of web-based coincidences, also an amusing interplay of the romantic and the banal but less politically-charged, in the story of how a facebook advert made me meet my boyfriend. And yes, I do have a girlfriend and a boyfriend. I’m greedy like that.

So here’s a video of me and Kim together. Take that, naysayers! Following a TERF got me laid. That’s all I wanted to say really.


weather-dependent witterings

my phone started including German words in its autocorrect all of a sudden one day.

it turned my sloppy ‘witterings’ into ‘witterungsbedingt’.

imagine my mild shock when it appeared fully formed before me, unbeckoned, seeming to have flown forth from my frivolously flittering thumb!


self-styled character portraits

funny…just saw that in 2014, I’d said that the reason I didn’t attempt a lot of self-portraits was because I was the one person that I was least in a position to take a photo of. (in just a small note about a selfie.) now, the (improvement and fine-tuning of the) selfie camera on phones has not only made this no longer the case, but it’s almost made the opposite true – at least concerning head and shoulders portraits. we may now be our own most accessible subjects.

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‘These alleys tell of the inner selfdom interpreting loudly at the level of the skin.’

'Intimacy and Abandon' by Amelia Weightman Lord

‘Intimacy and Abandon’ approx 40cm high. (one third life size.) bronze. limited edition of 12.

Did you know that I made a website for my mum’s sculpturing? ameliaweightmanlord.com

I recently made a facebook page too. www.facebook.com/ameliaweightmanlord

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me pink polka-dot jumper

My pink polka-dot jumper is sadly no longer with us – although its remains do live on in tiny pieces, for example in the form of some home-made buttons for which I was on the receiving end of cruel teasing from at least one of my siblings (though not as cruel as the teasing I was subjected to over the actual sweater, during its heyday). These photographs from 2013 by Ronnie The Dux Medal are special because you can see here the origin of the item’s demise – the fraying armpit (which, at the time, provided a convenient viewing window for when I wanted to show people my armpit’s first hairstyle involving the presence of hair).

images © The Dux Medal | May 2013
model, hair, make-up, styling by me
Berlin, Germany


Rorschach-style monster shadow

At this point, even I thought I was pretty weird. One morgen I woke up and saw the need to make a Rorschach-style monster shadow-selfie around the vertex where the cups cupboard met the fridge – as one does. I saw it as as disembodied type of yogic sunrise meditation.

 

Today it reminds me of an earlier point in my life when I was only able to express myself through shadows…

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twin cheeks

I would simply like to make the following casual comparison observation regarding two different photo composites by different photographers at different times.

These are ‘Blue Moon’ by Max Operandi, 2012, and ‘Moon Worship’ by Thornback, 2014.

I suppose I’m happy to be typecast as the disembodied melancholy blue bottom.

Moon Worship

‘Moon Worship’ (c) Thornback, 2014

‘Blue Moon’ (c) Max Operandi, 2012

‘Blue Moon’ (c) Max Operandi, 2012


a whole hour on Google Maps zooming into the Klingon Dictionary

In case you’ve ever wondered where some of my stranger image titles/captions in various places around teh web come from, I’ve decided it’s time to let you all know – and I’ve mentioned it before but you may not have gotten that memo – that they don’t come from my deranged imagination fully formed, not at all – they’re only based on the contents of my brain. They are in fact Markov-chain generated, based on one- and two-word units from everything I’ve ever written on Facebook. It’s all thanks to a brilliant piece of software developed by some nerds at Princeton, who created http://www.what-would-i-say.com for the benefit of mankind. It’s great fun, fascinating if you’re into statistics, linguistics or algorithms, and of course a very useful resource for a lazy absurdist.