June 30 2004
a little Picnic goes a long way: since yesterday morning, i’ve received at least nine requests for registration info from some really amazing artists/photographers. i checked the site statistics for yesterday… 1092 hits!! a record for travelinghead.com
the reason for this insanity? LithiumPicnic of course. his photography kicks ass. his fan-base is huge. and he’s been linking the site from places like deviantArt.com, livejournal.com etc.
thanks Lithium!!
i’m going to try to not meet anyone new… for a very long time. ‘try’ being the keyword here.
it’s too much trouble. i don’t know how anymore. it’s just not worth the stress and the feelings of “oh god. i’m being myself again. too much of this. too much of that.”
i’m running with the idea that “those who know me… know me. those who don’t… don’t… and won’t.”
things were good… for a little while.
went to the local watering hole (ie. bar). the bartender said “hey nate. you wanna start a tab?” i thought it was cool that i had officially become a ‘regular.’
played some pool with my roomate. listened to some good ‘ole classic rock/counting crows etc. on the juke box. we owned that place…………………..
…. and then at the end of the night… SHE came in. *sigh* yes. a “she”…… again.
a girl that i had met/talked to at that very bar once before many months ago. i invited her out to coffee and to the zoo. she was all about it but couldn’t give me her number (imagine that) because it was her mothers business line. so i gave her mine. she never called.
and tonight. after MANY months of happily not seeing her there.. she shows up. asks if anyone has a lighter (of which i offer mine) and there is NO hint of recognition in her face.
all in all. it killed the evening.
oh! haha. the point of this whole thing.
a) it was neat being a regular at a bar.
b) when i saw her. i debated going up and saying hello. aaron told me i should. i told him it was like calling up ex-girlfriends and asking why you broke up.
c) being there with her in the same place. made me clam up. my body got hot. i didn’t know how to function. not because she was ’so fantastic’ but because i was totally uncomfortable. and i hope it never happens again… but we all know that it probably will.
so i realize that the buttons that i had planned to make for the travelinghead project STILL have not been completed (story of my life). mostly the problem there is that i’m not happy with the design. i just don’t like it. so i need to think of a few other ideas/designs.
BUT. regardless. because i was thinking about it today. i’m curious for YOUR input (neat huh?). i was bored at work so i spent my time trying to come up with as many different ways ito abuse the whole “head” thing.
some examples.
my girlfriend/boyfriend gave me head last night.
my grandma likes to give head on the holidays.
i want head.
i got head… and photographed the whole thing.
have you hugged your head today?
“look Ma! no hands!” (i was picturing a head ‘riding’ a bicycle)
get what i’m sayin’? i’m going to do some looking around at places where i can maybe get some t-shirts/underwear etc. made. i realize that… where the project stands as far as the public knowing about it… thinking about these sorts of things is probably quite premature but i’m going to LOOK anyhow.
so. i want your input. write down a few of your best ‘head’ slogans/statements and send ‘em my way. (you can post them in a response here if you want). if i DO in fact USE one of yours… you won’t get paid lots of money (since i probably won’t either). you WILL get credit for it. you WILL be allowed to feel cool because all of your friends know that you came up with it. you WILL get something out of it (whether it’s a free t-shirt and a button or.. something. i’ll figure it out later)
for right now. i’m just curious how witty and sick everyone is.
[legal garbage] if you DO NOT agree with NOT getting paid for your wit… don’t post a response. i don’t feel like being sued somewhere down the line. by posting. you agree that monetary compensation is NOT an option.
(i can’t believe i’m putting legal disclaimers on this)
anyone know where i can get good quality t-shirts/clothing printed?
i know cafepress.com does that sort of thing but i want to look around for the best possible option.
any help is appreciated.
i need to sell a shitload of my stuff to make enough money to buy a Nikon D2H.
i think i want to start painting again.
i am rotting away here in my room.
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(i figure i’ll fill those in later… orsomething)
this left a lump in my throat.
from someones blog. a girl that i’ve been ‘chatting’ with off and on for the last few days.
an excerpt from her entry:
“I took my mom for a ride on the back of the Vespa. It was the second time i rode with someone on the back. It handles well but it definitely feels heavier. She liked it and it was funny how she held on to me.”
a comment i left:
someday… i’d like to take a picture of both you and your mother on your vespa. i read your blogs… about your family. about your mother. and your relationship seems so beautiful. not all “sunshine and springtime” but… like that of a mother and a daughter who have grown close(r) over the years.
i can see it now actually. a mothers arms wrapped around her daughter for security. kind of ironic really.
Nathan | Email | Homepage | 06.26.04 – 9:00 pm |
someone else posted:
Nathan.. weird dude…
/my 2 cents
p.s. i’m so fuckin’ sick of this world.
p.s. on another note. a “what more would you expect from me” note:
i hate being so fucked up. so……. ‘human.’ so incapable.
just in general
 

words dripped like melted icecream from our lips.
not just any day.
 
what’s funny is. how this image represents a slice of the fantasy that doesn’t exist in my life. ironic in a way that maybe only i can understand.
a few things REAL quick before i go to work.
- it’s always at this point i begin to get ‘obsessive’ about things like this whole reality tv show thing. my background check paperwork arrived at the NBC office yesterday via fedex. i would have expected an e-mail, phone call or msg on MySpace from Leyna… about it’s arrival (and the process). so then i start to think negative thoughts. why can’t i just let the process work itself out without analyzing everything.
- i got a $1200 bonus at work yesterday. uncle sam (the mother fucker) is taking %25 of that so i’m left with $800 but that’s still pretty cool. i’m not yet sure what i’m doing with it.
- my roomate aaron… and my sister… are ‘involved.’ they’re not dating because she lives in Maryland but they talk on the phone everyday. they both tell me how much they like the other. but… it’s sick. the phone rang at FIVE IN THE MORNING this morning… it was my sister wanting to talk with aaron. *aye carumba*
- i went out to a local bar with my boss and a co-worker to celebrate our ‘bonuses.’ he said we had to buy HIM a beer since he ‘went to bat’ for us.. but he ended up buying them all. i like jobs where i can go drink beer with my boss after work at 3:30 in the afternoon.
- okay. i need to get going… to work. *sigh* it’s friday though. that’s good.