Here is a thing that makes my life better: Jen Snow’s Things I Don’t Understand and am Definitely Not Going to Talk About.

It’s a blog about.. well, it’s sort of self-explanatory. I read it every day, and inexplicably, it makes me think about imagery. I thought I would list some of the things Jen doesn’t understand and doesn’t want to talk about next to some photos and see what the effect would be.

This a first effort. I think a full volume is to follow.

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THINGS I DON’T UNDERSTAND AND AM DEFINITELY NOT GOING TO TALK ABOUT.

• Citizen’s arrest.

Thomas Prior

• We were sitting on your bed and you were annoyed with me, and you had a black Sharpie in your hand, and you said, “Hey, can I write something on your shirt?”  And I said, “Sure,” because it was actually your shirt.  And you wrote “PAY ATTENTION TO ME,” across the front.  And it was fitting, because I was, obviously, clamoring for your attention as you quietly labeled whatever it was that you were labeling with your Sharpie before you labeled me.  I only realized, just now, though, that you probably meant that I should pay attention to you too.

Rachel Hulin

• She had to choose? Pride or prejudice?

susana raab

• I arrived late to my ex-boyfriend’s wedding. The usher asked me to “just wait in the back and walk in after the bride.”

Willie Davis

• You can tell from their names that they are younger than we are.

Sara Goldsmith

• Who doesn’t have a pen?

Landon Nordeman

• The neti pot.

• Your bathtub is so big.

• At a wedding on Saturday night, they called “all the single ladies” on to the dance floor, but then they did not play Beyonce.

 
Rachel Hulin

• Certain people should know that they really shouldn’t hug you.

Travis Dove

• Every boy hates it when you wear dresses over pants.

Alex Tehrani

• I used to write rejection letters. That was my job.

Matthew Monteith

• I like iced coffee more than I like you. I am okay with that.

• Once a summer, it seems, the neighborhood kids stick sparklers inbananas and light them and leave them near the curb, in front of myhouse. It’s just a Thursday night. And why bananas? And why my house?

Paul D’Amato

• That wasn’t a pine nut.

Kelly Shimoda