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March 18, 2007
Murky

The above photo is from our new old camera, a Polaroid EE100 Special that our super gave to us. I was floored that it actually still worked, though I am quickly realizing that I have a lot to learn about the type of pack film that it takes (especially the color ones). I love the images even when they come out crappy, though, because there is something about the weight of the photo paper and washed out color/weird black and white contrast that makes me think of found photographs. When I look at the pictures that we took this weekend, I find myself devising alternate stories about them in my head, as I do when I find an old family snapshot of someone in an antique store.
But mostly, the above image reminds me of how tired I am. Obviously, the picture is of the snow/sleet storm last Friday, taken near my office in early evening, however it reminds me of exhaustion- the murkiness of the mind and body when sleep has escaped it for a prolonged amount of time. That would be me. For whatever reason, my insomnia has returned and it has been almost three weeks since I have gotten more than a few hours of sleep at a time. My brain has this habit of repeating things- for years it was numbers, a strange chanting, a never ending cycle that could keep me up all night, trapped. Now it is a hybrid of dates and phrases, looping and lacing together, keeping me just enough above unconsciousness that I cannot sleep.
I finally broke down and called my doctor for some medication to help break the cycle. I hate to do it, but at the same time I cannot focus on anything…except, of course, at night when I am supposed to be sleeping. I cannot wait until someone invents a machine that will type what you are thinking- if that existed on the mainstream market, both of my papers would so be written right now based on the never ending cycle of information trapped in my brain folds.
PS: To the woman whom Alexis and I ran into on the street this past Saturday, I am so sorry that I was a little non-responsive (i.e. looked like a deer caught in headlights). I was really tired and we were rushing to catch a train to Queens. So, belatedly, HI! I wish I had asked you for your name.
Posted by callalillie at March 18, 2007 7:09 PM | Introspect
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Have you ever tried homeopathic remedies? My fiance has this same problem and we got him pills for "insomnia due to restless and repetative thoughts" or something ridiculously specific like that. So far they really help him fall asleep, although they don't help him stay asleep (he wakes up in the middle of the night sometimes). Anyway, we got them at the Vitamin Shop (they have a surprising amount of natural remedies if you go to a big one) but I'm sure alot of health food stores or maybe Whole Foods would have them too.
Posted by: Cynthia at March 19, 2007 10:14 AM
I'll have to take a look. In the past, melatonin and products like that haven't helped me though I haven't tried them for several years. Usually, two nights of taking something like ambien does help-- just to get me back into the rhythm of sleep again. I guess it doesn't actually help the symptom of rushing thoughts...though I'm not sure if anything will.
Posted by: corie at March 19, 2007 10:19 AM
Coffea cruda is the one he's using.
Posted by: Cynthia at March 19, 2007 10:20 AM
God. I so have the same problem for at least a month now. It's so horrible. Usually, continueous lack of sleep tends to make me jittery during the day, then at night I can't sleep and then I get anxious about not sleeping which makes it that much harder to sleep. However, this time around, I am able to remain calm at night and I think it helps me during the day but doesn't actually help me sleep. I'm just lying there calmly noticing that I'm not really sleeping. If you find something non-medicated that helps you--PLEASE share. I will check coffea cruda too.
Posted by: kar at March 19, 2007 12:34 PM
This is a lovely photograph.
Posted by: gorjus at March 19, 2007 5:03 PM
I am loathe to double-comment, but I just looked at the ones on yr flickr page you termed "bad processing"--and you couldn't be more wrong. They're quite lovely, complete with smears of color and speckles and so forth.
Using Polaroids (whether instant/land camera/&tc.) you have to defer constantly to the machine, light, the weather (cold is so damn hard on the instant Polaroid film--I've had just blocks and blocks of zeroed out images). You cannot always control the process. That's part of it, and it's hard to let go--especially on a day when you only have so much film and nothing's turning out "right"--but letting go is part of it. Get drunk and mash the button!
As a further aside--your exhaustion. Don't be so reluctant to seek help. If your leg hurt so bad you couldn't walk, you'd go to the doctor, or if you were cut, you'd put on a band-aid. That's what you're trying to do, and that's exactly what you should be doing.
Posted by: gorjus at March 19, 2007 5:11 PM
thanks (on both comments). i just wish there was some way to conquer the overactive mind. i tried to force my brain to think about other things last night and, when i finally fell asleep, i had the weirdest dream ever. i guess that was better than not sleeping a wink!
as for the polaroids, i never knew that temperature had such an effect on them! i guess it does give you a lot of new ways to play and be surprised.
Posted by: corie at March 19, 2007 5:37 PM
welcome to my overactive mind. it never stops, and gets worse when it has nothing to do other than try to sleep. worse, sleeping meds, like ambien, rev me up.
i know i've had insomnia since at least college, and it gets worse as i get older. working really, really hard, physically (and my work is very physical) can help the sleep problems, but it never shuts my brain from looping, just over-rides it i think.
Posted by: alyssa at March 20, 2007 12:07 AM
I just found a polaroid colorpack II in the attic--very excited. My old polaroids collection is growing. It's two now! haha.
Posted by: Seton at March 20, 2007 12:21 AM
God, that is an amazing photograph.
I'm mesmerized.
Posted by: Alex at March 21, 2007 7:46 PM
Gorgeous shot, lucky to have that camera. Finding comfort in nostalgic photos like this and stories of Brooklyn and everyday life from way out here... yp
Posted by: youngna at March 22, 2007 12:34 PM