My AIM is working again, if anyone was trying to… ok, granted no one was. But it is working again.
I was up late last night enhancing photographs of a real estate property that is coming up for sale in Denver. If anyone has .6 million dollars, it looks really nice — the kind of place you’d like to have sex in every room.
I finished the work, which was for a friend, and it had taken a few hours so I was told that it was too bad I don’t drink, because I’d certainly be entitled to a bottle of wine or something as thanks. I soon went to bed and as I was drifting off, I was a bit amazed and ashamed to find that my sleepy mind, my mind which knows no bounds, was advocating some other suitable payments.
I felt like the Spanish woman from the second Matrix film, the one who told Neo that she would supply him with the key he needed if he would kiss her the way he kissed Trinity. My sleepy mind was saying, “hey, yeah, that’d be a fair payment, why not. it is so much more affordable than cash, and so much more important an experience anyway!”. It seemed so logical. Of course after I’d woken up I remembered that she’s practically married and all. And I was shocked at how it seemed like such a good idea when I’d been drifting off. But I guess that’s how sleepy minds are. Easily entranced. (And, perhaps as surprising, I’d literally only been thinking about a kiss).
I’m feeling my age today. Not that I feel any older. But rather, I am feeling other people are younger. Which makes sense, ’cause they are. But usually I don’t mind so much. Today I feel kind of like there is no one out there for me, no one about my age looking for a relationship. Kinda sucks. Not that I need someone my age. But it would be nice to see that there were people to choose from, and I don’t see that there are.
One of the best artists of alternative nude (non-pornographic) art, Philip Warner — popularly known as Lithium Picnic — is being forced to sell off his photography equipment and even his studio so that he can defend his right to express himself through his art. A claim that he has no right to photograph his friend Apnea and other models has been brought down on him.
“We know we are in the right and we won’t give up or go away until we are able to live our lives freely and unmolested,” says Apnea in her latest update about the situation. But they are facing a cruel foe.
“Spiritually speaking nothing cleanses the soul more than disproportionate retribution,” Sean Suhl, the owner of Suicide Girls, wrote on his blog (see his complete quote in the comments at this link). You and I know that is false, and that it is an affectation of character that the owner of Suicide Girls should be ashamed of. It is an affectation that is guiding his actions as he tries to destroy Lithium and Apnea.
It comes down to this: Lithium Picnic honored the letter (but perhaps not the spirit) of a non-competition agreement with the Suicide Girls, and he will likely win the legal challenge once it is heard — but the owner of the Suicide Girls appears to be hoping to end Lithium’s livelihood by simply overwhelming him, burdening him with protracted costs of defense until he has nothing left.
There have been gallery shows and the like in Lithium’s benefit, to keep his spirits up and scrape up enough funds to retain his lawyer, but more needs to be done. I did a small part by asking Wired to write about this case (fingers crossed; I got a reply from the columnist saying she will check into it). It seems the alt community is well aware of this struggle, but perhaps if it can reach even more people Suhl’s tactic will be exposed. Perhaps Suhl will even have to repay Lithium for the harm he has done. If you know the editors of any arts sections of any liberal papers, ask them to write about this story.