The picture.In 1996, I worked as a hand model. It was just for one day, for the Star Market chain of supermarkets in New England. They needed a shot of someone squeezing a lemon over some shrimp, to be used in those oversized posters in store windows.
It might seem like glamorous work, but it isn’t as easy as it sounds. They propped my arm in just the right position in the studio, under hot lights. Then the “food stylists” had to add the drip to the lemon—they used Karo syrup so it would work better for the picture. Reposition the lights. Get the camera ready. Arm cramping up. Move that shrimp. Don’t move your hand!
Probably the only time I ever earned an honest living with my hands.
other random stuff as I think of it...
I accelerate over speed bumps.
I worked for Bill Clinton’s campaign during the New Hampshire primaries. I backed John McCain’s campaign during the primary in Maine. It’s much more fun when your candidate goes on to win (and, I think, better for the country).
I have absolutely no idea how tall I am, other than that I am between 5 ft. and 6 ft.
big pink cookie
carl with a k
change for america
the dialogue project
(not a) dollarshort
lack of style
nothing, and lots of it
tip of the quill
where there’s smoke