There's pimping, there's whoring, and there's just plain being obnoxious. I haven't figured out where I stand just yet.
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Everyone needs to go and buy tickets for the ModCon4 prints on Philip Barbosa's page. Not only because Phil's a great guy who's done everything to help out the community from doing BBQ portraits, performing, instigating and supporting body suspensions and flesh pulls, to documenting various PornFest events for your lewd and discrete pleasures but because this lottery is going to support his first ever art show gallery, to help thrust the name Philip Barbosa into the eyes and ears of the photographic world.
As with everything in life, producing your own photo gallery is an expensive and arduous process. He spends nearly every night after a grueling day at “the office” to personally print, matt and frame his own portraits. He's also been renovating the gallery to help offset costs. Why do I know this? Because I've spent countless days and hours watching and helping him disassemble galleries, unscrew, refinish and repaint walls, and assemble, putty and stain frames. I know for a fact he will be spending many more nights refinishing his own space, staining more frames, assembling his prints, and being the entire logistics crew of this gallery opening. Not to mention the time he spent getting sponserships and promoting himself and the show. I think these exclusive ModCon4 prints are more than worth it. Because I've seen them in person, and truthfully, the images on the website do NOT give these pictures justice. Once they are framed they will be an extreme collector's item, and for $10 per ticket it's a steal to buy a whole lot of tickets all at once. And to anyone wondering why my name isn't listed in either drawing, I will as soon as my income tax cheque clears! GO BUY TICKETS! |
Anyways, to gently recap what has been going on with me, Ive finished my final exams and now am leisurely job hunting with half a mindset to say F*** you corporate world! and go back to school to follow in my cousins footsteps. Unfortunately with no money thats slightly difficult, and with my lack of purchasing lottery tickets, theres a very unlikely chance of me winning.
However, it feels sometimes like I do have a full time job, mostly helping Phil with his ModCon prints (see the big obnoxious box above) as well as his gallery opening. I helped design invitations while drunk from my self-imposed celebration at 1am, Ive used my educational skill-set to uncover a suitable printing facility for these invitations, Ive faked my way through getting wholesale priced promotional materials and lately Ive been packing and screwing to the best of my abilities. And Im not done yet either I swear once this is all over I need a break from the guy, because Im getting sick of seeing him.
Thursday I ran to pick up the invites, and rushed to Toronto to have Phil approve, grabbed unicycles, went to club, went to Phils, helped Badur rearrange furniture, drove to the apartment, packed the majority of my life into my car, home, unpacked, uploaded pictures of the uber-amazing BC wheel expert Jeff Groves, slept 4 hours, woke up, got interviews and rejection notices at the same time, drove to the gallery, unpacked exhibits, unscrewed screws, moved furniture, supervised the building and putty-ing of Phils frames. Then we raced to my apartment where I raced to unplug all electronic gadgets, pack up all odds and ends, tear posters from the walls and evacuate dust kangaroos from the premises. Finally at around 3am, parked outside Phils where I crashed for the night. Then at 7am Im awake in a hallucinating state, get out of bed at 7:30am and am out of the house before 8am. Helped people move from 9am-noon, sold my mini bar-fridge to someone, and drove home.
Im pooped beyond belief but I dont normally consume caffeine and drank a medium double-double this morning so Im also hyper and not willing to sleep. I may or may not call Phil after hes done work today to see if he wants more help at the gallery. Because I know what hes up against and if anything else it gives him someone to talk to even if I refuse to actually help with anything. Bah, Im going to go watch TV.
**UPDATE**: I also got my hair cut, it's loads shorter, and half the hair that was on my head ended up on the cutting room floor. I didn't get the exact haircut I wanted, but it's hard to describe “I want my hair to look like the rear end of a duck” without sounding insane and giggling like a 12 year old school girl. What I have now is good though. Because it's the perfect length for boys to grab the back of my head properly, even if they don't know how to do it.
