Moments Frozen In Time
This past weekend, Allison drove to Pitt to visit, Dave went home to see his girlfriend, and I ditched schoolwork in order to catch up with some anime. It was fun watching and reviewing again, but now I need to get caught up with my schoolwork again or else I will get buried underneath all of it.
Anyways, these are some photos that Steve took the night before we were going back to Pitt. Steve came over about 20 minutes before Allison and Erin did, and he was in my room screwing around when he saw a picture of Erin and myself. I related to him the duality of how I look at the picture, he looked around my room, found my Advantix camera with film (Four leftover rolls from Otakon 2003), and decided to take some pictures of Erin for me. I was all for the idea, but I was hesitant to personally take the pictures; the hesitation was spawned from a paranoia about how Erin might get some less-than-pleasant ideas about the purpose of the photos. Call me a pussy if you wish, but I prefer to tread lightly. Also, some of the pictures have been edited to get rid of dead space. Anyways...
Pictured (Left to Right): Erin Schmucker and Allison Geiger
Without a doubt, this is Erin's best deer-staring-into-headlights pose. Steve walked into the living room, shouted out something real quick to get our attention, and then snapped the photo. However, Allison saw Steve walking up with the camera, quickly covered her face with a pillow, and then just as quickly started spouting out some "nonsense" about how people should not unexpectedly take pictures of women because it was rude (Because of Allison's tone, I could not tell if she was being sarcastic or really serious). Erin never voiced any opinion like that; all she did was smile.
Before I continue, I just want to note that my parents have a Native American fetish or something of the sort. I really do not know why, but they just do. Hence, you will notice that pieces of furniture (The couch screams Navajo to me, but someone who is more knowledgeable about the style and subject would know precisely) are not exactly "normal" American household style furniture.
Pictured (Left to Right): Erin Schmucker and Allison Geiger
This is the picture that Allison wanted Steve to take. The only difference is that both of them were prepared to have their picture taken even though they do not look physically different other than the addition of smiles. One thing I do not like about this picture is that the quality is horrible, although that has more to do with my desire to balance picture quality with size, but something else I do not like is... well, I will discuss the "dislike" with the next picture to illustrate a comparison.
If you look at Allison's hoody (A few days ago, I figured out that hoody is not spelled "hoodie," so I feel a bit like an idiot because that is how I have been spelling it for a while), it says on the front La Salle, which is the college that she attends. I have a strong feeling that, if she had never received a field hockey scholarship to La Salle, she would have attended Pitt in order to stay close to Steve. I have yet to see La Salle, but I will when Steve and I take our road trip during Pitt's Spring Break. And allow me to be that little bastard for a moment while I say this: Allison is a big girl. Not fat, although she does pack some cellulite over her hamstrings; I mean to say that she is naturally stocky, and she would still have huge hips and shoulders were she to lose 80 pounds. Suffice to say, she makes a good field hockey player (At least, I think that a physically-rigorous sport like that requires that build). But I digress.
Pictured (Left to Right): Erin Schmucker and Eric Joseph (Me)
Call me a whiny bitch if you would like, but this is another photo where I see a duality. On one hand, I love the fact that I have a good picture of Erin and I even if Steve had the camera aimed a bit too high. The lighting was well placed in order to bring out our best sides, we are both smiling, and it shows off Erin's cute face. What is there not to like?
On the other hand, there is a gap between Erin and myself. Compare the gap to the picture with Erin and Allison posing and you will notice a stark difference. I correlate that physical gap between people as also being a mental gap; the closeness that both individuals can be to one another without feeling like they are too close or too far from one another. In short, the Hedgehog's Dilemma. I see this as physical evidence of the theory at hand, or it could just be purely a fluke that we were that far/close together (However you want to look at it), but I see it as the former. Allison and Erin have been friends for a long time (Two years longer than Erin and I have been, I believe), and they feel far more comfortable being closer together. Yet, when it comes to the picture with Erin and myself, I have to wonder about who did not want to get closer to the other: Erin, me, or both of us. However, I also see it from another perspective: I have come so far to get that close to Erin, and I merely need to bridge that physical and mental gap between ourselves in order to get closer to who she is.
Perhaps she will get more comfortable with who I am when I reveal more of who I am so that we both can get closer to one another instead of it being one-sided.
Pictured: Steve Whetstone
Sometime during our lengthy group chat, Allison snapped a picture of Steve reading/flipping through some of my mother's magazines. Forgiving the bad quality of the picture, you can see a fair amount of my living room and just how much Native American/Southwest stuff there is hanging around and whatnot. I really have to speak to Allison and Steve about how to properly aim a camera...
Now that I think about it, I believe this was about the time that Erin got up and proceeded to "raid" my refrigerator. I smirk when I think about that, and even though she did not ask permission, she went right ahead and grabbed a bag of venison. Perhaps that is a show of Erin's carelessness or just that she feels more comfortable in my house, but either way, I had no problem with it at all.
Pictured (Left to Right): Erin Schmucker and Eric Joseph (Me)
Yet another picture that was taken on a moment's notice. Steve got up, and I guess we were both expecting him to take a picture; I mean, it is obvious when he has it in his hand and brings it above his waist. Otherwise, nothing really special about this picture other than it is showing us chilling on my couch.
Small side story: I forget where I got it from, but my shirt says "Three Wise Men", followed by three drunken frogs dressed in different clothing, each frog having their own shot glass, and their respective names below them: Jim, Jack, and Jose. Basically, it is indirectly advertising for Jim Beam Bourbon, Jack Daniel Whiskey, and Jose Cuervo Tequila, and now that I give it some thought, that was perhaps not the best attire to wear around Erin. Oh well; I cannot change the past.
Pictured (Left to Right): Erin Schmucker and Eric Joseph (Me)
Every time I see this picture, I giggle and a smile blooms on my face, and it is not because of the additional Native American stuff and Christmas lights strung on the wall.
Steve and Allison suggested that Erin and I do something "whacky" to pose for a picture. We sat around for a minute thinking of something to do, and I just sort of scratched my head. In the end, I decided to do a handstand on the couch. My first attempt at it ended rather quickly; basically, my hands slipped because I did not have a good "footing" and my head almost slid right into the coffee table in front of the couch. Everyone was quick to screech in distress and they even wanted to not go ahead with my idea, but I just went back to trying to do a handstand and they stopped worrying. After I got it, Steve's idea was to have Erin stand behind me and hold my legs up while she smiled at the camera from between my legs.
As the picture shows, that is not what happened, but oh well. Erin put on her I-cannot-believe-I-am-doing-this face (Actually, I have to wonder where her left hand got off to because she clearly had it up behind my pants), I could not stop laughing at all, and Steve took the picture.
Afterwards, I remember Allison saying something to the effect of "That was closest she has ever gotten to a sexual act." I wondered what the hell she meant by that simply because I did not consider the pose to be sexual in nature. I speculate that she meant something about how it was the most sexual of an act that Erin has ever done, but I have to disagree. Now, had Erin held me up and looked at the camera from between my legs, I would be far more inclined to say that that would have been sort of sexual in nature, but that did not happen.
Either way, these are precious moments forever frozen in time where I am smiling and not just showing teeth. I cannot wait for Erin to see them.
Anyways, these are some photos that Steve took the night before we were going back to Pitt. Steve came over about 20 minutes before Allison and Erin did, and he was in my room screwing around when he saw a picture of Erin and myself. I related to him the duality of how I look at the picture, he looked around my room, found my Advantix camera with film (Four leftover rolls from Otakon 2003), and decided to take some pictures of Erin for me. I was all for the idea, but I was hesitant to personally take the pictures; the hesitation was spawned from a paranoia about how Erin might get some less-than-pleasant ideas about the purpose of the photos. Call me a pussy if you wish, but I prefer to tread lightly. Also, some of the pictures have been edited to get rid of dead space. Anyways...
Pictured (Left to Right): Erin Schmucker and Allison Geiger
Without a doubt, this is Erin's best deer-staring-into-headlights pose. Steve walked into the living room, shouted out something real quick to get our attention, and then snapped the photo. However, Allison saw Steve walking up with the camera, quickly covered her face with a pillow, and then just as quickly started spouting out some "nonsense" about how people should not unexpectedly take pictures of women because it was rude (Because of Allison's tone, I could not tell if she was being sarcastic or really serious). Erin never voiced any opinion like that; all she did was smile.
Before I continue, I just want to note that my parents have a Native American fetish or something of the sort. I really do not know why, but they just do. Hence, you will notice that pieces of furniture (The couch screams Navajo to me, but someone who is more knowledgeable about the style and subject would know precisely) are not exactly "normal" American household style furniture.
Pictured (Left to Right): Erin Schmucker and Allison Geiger
This is the picture that Allison wanted Steve to take. The only difference is that both of them were prepared to have their picture taken even though they do not look physically different other than the addition of smiles. One thing I do not like about this picture is that the quality is horrible, although that has more to do with my desire to balance picture quality with size, but something else I do not like is... well, I will discuss the "dislike" with the next picture to illustrate a comparison.
If you look at Allison's hoody (A few days ago, I figured out that hoody is not spelled "hoodie," so I feel a bit like an idiot because that is how I have been spelling it for a while), it says on the front La Salle, which is the college that she attends. I have a strong feeling that, if she had never received a field hockey scholarship to La Salle, she would have attended Pitt in order to stay close to Steve. I have yet to see La Salle, but I will when Steve and I take our road trip during Pitt's Spring Break. And allow me to be that little bastard for a moment while I say this: Allison is a big girl. Not fat, although she does pack some cellulite over her hamstrings; I mean to say that she is naturally stocky, and she would still have huge hips and shoulders were she to lose 80 pounds. Suffice to say, she makes a good field hockey player (At least, I think that a physically-rigorous sport like that requires that build). But I digress.
Pictured (Left to Right): Erin Schmucker and Eric Joseph (Me)
Call me a whiny bitch if you would like, but this is another photo where I see a duality. On one hand, I love the fact that I have a good picture of Erin and I even if Steve had the camera aimed a bit too high. The lighting was well placed in order to bring out our best sides, we are both smiling, and it shows off Erin's cute face. What is there not to like?
On the other hand, there is a gap between Erin and myself. Compare the gap to the picture with Erin and Allison posing and you will notice a stark difference. I correlate that physical gap between people as also being a mental gap; the closeness that both individuals can be to one another without feeling like they are too close or too far from one another. In short, the Hedgehog's Dilemma. I see this as physical evidence of the theory at hand, or it could just be purely a fluke that we were that far/close together (However you want to look at it), but I see it as the former. Allison and Erin have been friends for a long time (Two years longer than Erin and I have been, I believe), and they feel far more comfortable being closer together. Yet, when it comes to the picture with Erin and myself, I have to wonder about who did not want to get closer to the other: Erin, me, or both of us. However, I also see it from another perspective: I have come so far to get that close to Erin, and I merely need to bridge that physical and mental gap between ourselves in order to get closer to who she is.
Perhaps she will get more comfortable with who I am when I reveal more of who I am so that we both can get closer to one another instead of it being one-sided.
Pictured: Steve Whetstone
Sometime during our lengthy group chat, Allison snapped a picture of Steve reading/flipping through some of my mother's magazines. Forgiving the bad quality of the picture, you can see a fair amount of my living room and just how much Native American/Southwest stuff there is hanging around and whatnot. I really have to speak to Allison and Steve about how to properly aim a camera...
Now that I think about it, I believe this was about the time that Erin got up and proceeded to "raid" my refrigerator. I smirk when I think about that, and even though she did not ask permission, she went right ahead and grabbed a bag of venison. Perhaps that is a show of Erin's carelessness or just that she feels more comfortable in my house, but either way, I had no problem with it at all.
Pictured (Left to Right): Erin Schmucker and Eric Joseph (Me)
Yet another picture that was taken on a moment's notice. Steve got up, and I guess we were both expecting him to take a picture; I mean, it is obvious when he has it in his hand and brings it above his waist. Otherwise, nothing really special about this picture other than it is showing us chilling on my couch.
Small side story: I forget where I got it from, but my shirt says "Three Wise Men", followed by three drunken frogs dressed in different clothing, each frog having their own shot glass, and their respective names below them: Jim, Jack, and Jose. Basically, it is indirectly advertising for Jim Beam Bourbon, Jack Daniel Whiskey, and Jose Cuervo Tequila, and now that I give it some thought, that was perhaps not the best attire to wear around Erin. Oh well; I cannot change the past.
Pictured (Left to Right): Erin Schmucker and Eric Joseph (Me)
Every time I see this picture, I giggle and a smile blooms on my face, and it is not because of the additional Native American stuff and Christmas lights strung on the wall.
Steve and Allison suggested that Erin and I do something "whacky" to pose for a picture. We sat around for a minute thinking of something to do, and I just sort of scratched my head. In the end, I decided to do a handstand on the couch. My first attempt at it ended rather quickly; basically, my hands slipped because I did not have a good "footing" and my head almost slid right into the coffee table in front of the couch. Everyone was quick to screech in distress and they even wanted to not go ahead with my idea, but I just went back to trying to do a handstand and they stopped worrying. After I got it, Steve's idea was to have Erin stand behind me and hold my legs up while she smiled at the camera from between my legs.
As the picture shows, that is not what happened, but oh well. Erin put on her I-cannot-believe-I-am-doing-this face (Actually, I have to wonder where her left hand got off to because she clearly had it up behind my pants), I could not stop laughing at all, and Steve took the picture.
Afterwards, I remember Allison saying something to the effect of "That was closest she has ever gotten to a sexual act." I wondered what the hell she meant by that simply because I did not consider the pose to be sexual in nature. I speculate that she meant something about how it was the most sexual of an act that Erin has ever done, but I have to disagree. Now, had Erin held me up and looked at the camera from between my legs, I would be far more inclined to say that that would have been sort of sexual in nature, but that did not happen.
Either way, these are precious moments forever frozen in time where I am smiling and not just showing teeth. I cannot wait for Erin to see them.
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