At long last, here is my ink polaroid: This was taken on Saturday at Brackenridge Park. Boyfriendish Ian sits on a white carousel horse whose saddle is decorated with stars. His decision to sit on this particular horse, on the outside circle of horses on the carousel, was a result of my horse choice: a white filly with charcoal mane and tail. Her head is reared triumphantly, her saddle blanket striped. All you can see in the picture is the back of my head and shoulders, but my alert body posture and tipped head lets you know that I'm smiling, maybe even laughing, under the shade of the carousel. A backlit Ian rests his head against the pole, smiling with his mouth closed in the sun. He looks rather handsome in his blue Yo La Tengo shirt and khaki pants. One hand is wrapped around the pole, above his head. The other rests on his knee. Behind him is a crowd of people wandering through the park, going to the paddle boats, to feed the ducks, to ride the train or the skylift, or to visit the zoo. All of these anonymous folk look strangely happy, very beautiful. Looking at this print, you can't help but feel a trememdous sense of well-being. Enough mush. I have to write a lot of final papers. Ick. Love, Kristen ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister@majordomo.net . Listen, this is pish, I think I'll leave -----------------------------------------------------------------------