meeting myself

my sweetie hung all my old sxsw badges -- only four, including the year the barman got me accredited as a videographer and i bought two $9 disposable cameras to take pics of RON playing stoogesongs with mascis and watt -- on a nail in my music room. comparing my mugshots, i noticed that in 2003, i was a fatface -- probably the result, as my middle dtr said, of sitting on my ass 25 feet from the fridge for a year (and drinking in bars six nights a week) when i was scribing for the weekly on a regular basis. just meeting my sweetie in october '03 and starting to eat fresh food, rather than subsisting on peanut butter sandwiches/hot dogs/tortilla chips with pico de gallo the way i had been, i shed a bunch of pounds. when i quit my ad agency job and started walking six blocks to work at the market, i dropped even more. amazing what just moving around will do for you.