Holly Northrop Blog

I dropped the Horizon 202 camera that I borrowed from a friend. Well, technically it fell, (while still in its case mind you), but nonetheless it still hit the ground.

Actually, it looked more like a suicide than an accident. It chose to jump off a table rather than take anymore of my weird angled visionary bullshit. Instead of spending one more second or 1/125th of a second with me, it jumped to its death.

Now it sits in a Russian repair shop over on 30th street, where I've put down half of the $178.00 total to fix it. The equivalent of a Russian hospital—scary thought.

In two seconds, I spent almost $200 and put a hiccup in a friendship. Like I have tons of those to burn.

Jesus Christ.

I'm still not really sure what happened. I set the thing down to change film and it just took a swan dive off the table. I didn't even think anything happened to it because it was IN IT'S PROTECTIVE CASE, zipped up and everything. But just like most things in my life, it hit the ground 'just right'. It hit the one corner that didn't have that much padding and well, when I pulled it out the back was bent and I could actually see the spool of my film. I opened it up to see if it was just a temporary thing and no, it was not.

I called Martha.

'You're going to be really mad at me," I said.
Silence.
"You're going to be really pissed- I dropped Victor's camera."
"Holly, WHAT THE HELL? Where is the STRAP? Why isn't it around your NECK!"
I started to cry.
"Take something." She ordered.
"What?"
"Do you have anything with you?"

I stopped bawling for a minute and wondered if she was asking me if I had any drugs with me. And I wondered why she would think that I forgot my pill case. It's like asking a running faucet if it has water, isn't it? I tend to carry enough prescription and over the counter medication to kill both of us at any given time, if need be of course.

"What like Xanax? I asked.
"Yes, take it and calm down. I'm serious."

After I got my wits gathered, (without the aid of drugs thank you very much) together Martha and I worked today's technology. I walked up the West Side Highway towards any subway line, while Martha in Jersey worked Google, feeding me numbers of possible camera repair shops. There were hardly any choices but she did manage to find the one Russian repair place that appears to be the real deal. (I get the camera back this week so we will see) It's in one of those old New York buildings where the elevators ability to work is questionable so you'd rather walk the four flights up. The place was packed to the rafters with old and somewhat new, Russian camera parts, bodies and lenses. A photo in it's self.

The deal is this, either the camera is returned to its owner totally like it was when he gave it to me or I'll pay for a brand new one. Or I should say that Martha will pay for a brand new one and I will forever, suck.

Overheard at a Diner on 6th Avenue.
Mostly, therapy is nice. Last time I was there, he said to me; 'You drink too much coffee and then take the Klonopin. What's that about?'

I can't wait to start writing with you—well, I'll do the entire outline and the whole structure and then bring you in to clean it up, but I'm excited to start working together.

Overheard while waiting for the subway.
What do you do?
I'm a teacher. I teach 9th grade History. Early stuff, like beginning of time kind of thing. Ancient History.
Oh, you mean Jesus Christ stuff?
Long pause... No like the Bronze Age stuff.
Oh, when's that?

Jasmine to me on the phone telling me about her day.
I went busy.
It went busy.
It was busy, shit mom, don't write that down. Don't blog about that. Goddamn it mom I'm tired.

So that other day at the gym, yes I've been going to the gym. I started working out in June. I'm old and I need to deal with the many things that are wrong with me or that are not working properly.

Anyway, I was working out the other day and after my little round of back muscle strengthening exercises, I wanted to do my 45 minutes on the treadmill.

At the gym there are three TV's mounted to the ceiling and while running in place you can stare up at them and sweat open mouthed while being spoon fed useless garbage. I choose to listen to crazy music on my iPod but the images are still very there.

Sometimes one of the stations is Fox News. Now, if the treadmill in front of the TV with FOX News is on, I will not get on it. I'll wait. I could change the channel but undoubtedly there is someone there who is watching it and honestly I don't want to know who it is. I just might get a little vocal about it all. On this day there was an open one in the back so I figured I'd be too far away from the TVs to be able to read the subtitles on Fox News. I was wrong.

So check this out.

They were talking about how The Green Movement that is currently being taught in public schools needs to stop. Public schools shouldn't be teaching children things that are not based in truth. It should be up to the parents to decide if they want their children learning about something like 'Global Warming'. Parents are pissed that their kids are policing them about driving SUVs, recycling, and wasting energy.

Their concern was that the children are being fed this hideous propaganda AND one 'reporter' compared this teaching to the brainwashing of Hitler youth.

What. The. Fuck?

I am not kidding. It was like one long televised schizophrenias rant. I searched forever of the Fox News site, (until I felt dirty and on the verge of vomiting), for a clip of this but their site is a search nightmare. I think they keep it that way so you cannot go back, check, and deep link to any of their hideous propaganda. Seriously, Hitler youth?