Thursday, 1:30 p.m.   Polaroid Sometimes it all seems like everyday is a series of polaroid pictures. Instant gratification, the memory starts to fade over time. No one wants to wait for it to develop. Oh, God, a huge spider. Do I kill it or take it outside? Kill or Set Free... the poor thing is so scared it's frozen in place. Oh, God, it's hideous. AAAH it moves so fast... I'm screaming in terror even though I'm about 5000 times it's size. I about started crying Oh, God, it's fallen. I can't look for it. I'm too scared. If I see it again I'll just scream louder. Oh, God, I hate spiders. There are certain creatures that strike fear into almost everyone's heart. Spiders and Snakes; creepy crawly things. Kill or Set Free... Kill because it's hideous and that's what my instinct tells me to do or Set Free because it eats other creepy crawly things that I hate Kill or Set Free... ----------------- 4:23 p.m. Now where was I before I got distracted by that spider whose location is currently unknown? Polaroid Pictures. They're fun and fast and easy. Point, click, grab the paper that comes out. But it's not professional and it fades quickly and in 10 years you might look back at these and say "who is that?" or "what were we doing?" or "I sure wish this had better quality." you don't spend time making up composition of your pictures and memories if all they are are polaroids. But that's what the memory is. A polaroid camera. And go ahead and file your polaroid memories away anyway. Quick, spontaneous, and fun. But I find composing mine and waiting a while for them to develop before I come to an understanding of what just happened is fun too. And you can sit there and imagine what the outcome will be like. I think my imagination and creativity are getting rusty and underused. That's why friday Katherine and I are getting plywood and painting our memories with black and red paint, distorted and beatuiful, and not necessarily memories we have, but it will be a memory in itself. I can't wait.