Heh. I'm writing this while a very cute Asian girl takes photos of me (when I say girl, I actually mean woman, since I'm guessing she's somewhere between 22-25, though I could be way off). She's got a light set up to cast flashes up at the ceiling, and has decided to pose me up against our wall o'books in the living room (the rest of the living room has lots of light, but no books). At first she just took some with me sipping tea; but then she asked me to type on the computer. It's remarkably hard not to be self-conscious -- on the plus side, every time I giggle self-consciously, she takes a photo and says it's cute. It's pleasant to have a cute Asian girl telling you you're cute while she takes photos of you -- it's reassuring. Perhaps all portrait photographers should be cute Asian girls. :-)
Okay -- went away for a bit because she wanted me sipping tea again for the last few photos. Hyphen Magazine gets first dibs on the images, but she's willing to sell me anything I want out of what they don't want. She'll send me a proof sheet as soon as they've decided. So with any luck, I'll get a new publicity photo out of this, which would be way cool, since my old one is from..umm...'95? A long, long time ago, at any rate.
My muffins are out of the oven (she liked hers), so it's time to wake Kevin, clean that room, and then start going on the frittata and potatoes. Hope y'all are having a nice Sunday morning, even if you didn't get to spend time with a cute Asian girl...
