I'm being forced against my better judgement to take an "alternative portraiture" class at school, which mostly annoys me because I don't see how it's useful to teach "alternative" portraiture without first having a class on what is "mainstream" portraiture. But hey. I don't make the rules, I just pay the tuition.

So this teacher likes to start out the class with self portraits. I had him once before and he had everybody do a nude self portrait. It was interesting seeing all my classmates' solutions for either exaggerating or hiding their genitalia, but it resulted in a lot of really, really bad lighting. Mine was less traumatic than expected, but I'm not uploading it. There are really quite enough asses on the internet already.

This time was thankfully not a nude self-portrait, but rather an interpretive self-portrait, both of myself and of an inanimate object that I feel represents me. This is me. These are my glasses.

Yes, I'm that geek kid you beat on in elementary school. Yes, that's a Merck index (the same one in which I actually went through and underlined all the interesting chemicals back when I did that sort of thing), and yes, I took the picture without my glasses on. And no, I don't know how I managed to get anything in focus without my glasses on.