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This is a picture of RM taken by his wife, Kathleen, back when they were still dating. RM thinks this is a pretty flattering shot of himself. Of course, to his mind's eye, he doesn't look at all like this. On a good day, he looks at least twenty pounds thinner, with more hair; a thick pompadour, maybe, or at least a healthy short back and sides. On a bad day -- which is most of them -- he feels thick and ungainly, trapped in his own body. RM doesn't really smoke, either. Any of his friends will tell you that he'll bum smokes at a party, but that he hates the smell of stale cigarette smoke in his own home. If you care at all about RM's body image, or any other peculiar aspect of his psychopathology, you can read the diary. If you don't, well, I guess you don't. |
Rick McGinnis is a Toronto-based writer and photographer.
This is his web site. I bet you didn't know people still bothered with these lonely, craven vanity projects. They kind of stink of desparation, don't they? Here you can browse through a portfolio of his photography, or read a selection of his writing. Believe it or not, he's actually made a living from this stuff. Do you like movies? Rick McGinnis isn't sure that he does, though he writes about them all the time. Here are some movie reviews he's written. And here's a blog about movies. Here's another blog, devoted to media stuff. It'll probably be the single, most salient reason why RM will never get a job at one of the city's major dailies. Here are some book reviews. You can also read his online diary, which is updated somewhat regularly. It's not the most exciting thing you'll ever read. Truth be told, RM doesn't get out much. Here are some letters his father wrote to his mother during World War Two. He's rather proud of this little project. You really should humour him and check it out. Here's a little tour of his hometown, a sort of work in progress. If you like, you can send him a letter. I bet he'd love to hear from you. Unless you're some kind of neo-nazi, or someone who thinks they teach too much of that "evolution stuff" in schools. In that case, you can go fuck yourself. |
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