The Difference Between Me and Mr. Newton

Speed of life the last two days, in-between Stipey Mike making me weep...

Finished five models photos in a huge burst of energy - so Emily, Angela, Shuko, Desiree, and one of my favorite little MUAs and all around favorite people, Sibyl - watch the skies, or at least the US Postal Service. Maxine, I'm handing you yours baby, City of Quartz style...

Goal: Finish at least one and a half a day between now and Saturday. That's 6 more and that would be good, being that I'm still about 12 down (wait let me check) ok, 21...and I got 7 shoots coming up between tomorrow and the end of my Vegas/Los Angeles trip...(21-6=15+7=22)...

Shit...but it is quality over quantity as I promised myself. It's just that when you go to LA, the quality is stunning.

I'm going skydiving on Saturday, weather permitting. It's time. When I was a sophomore in college, my roommate, Dave and the two guys across the hall, Russell and one of my oldest friends, Chris went. They wanted me to go, but I said to them very confidently, I have stuff to do.

I guess I've done it, 'cause Saturday, I'm jumping out of a plane. With Michael (see link to the right) for his birthday.

Nothing like bouncing on your birthday...

Photo is of Mr. Newton, stolen by me, off the Interwebs. I don't know who took it, perhaps June or some assistant, but I love it.

This never happens to me. Never. Especially with Carrie Otis. And just for the record, I don't have a guy in surgeon scrubs propping me up when I decide to lean back and defy gravity WHILE Carrie Otis rubs her right foot in my mess.

I pretty much just use my calf muscles. Without Carrie Otis.