
Just got my new Dyson vacuum, but I’m exhausted. Do I forgo my nap to vacuum the house and test this baby out? Or what the hell am I saying?
So much for not doing anything emotionally involving before bed. Amazing movie, but I feel like my heart is being stretched out of my body.
In the mood for an action + mystery movie, and since I get to sleep in tomorrow (specialist appointment), I’m indulging myself with Oldboy.
My betta died over the weekend. After my trip to Hong Kong, for which I left him a slow-release food tablet, he was never the same. The tablet was barely eaten, and turned his water a very muddy colour and opacity. In the weeks since my return he stayed hidden in his little shrub at the bottom of the bowl.
I named him Connor, after the main character in the Highlander series, because he was very much a fighting fish, and “there can be only one” betta in a bowl at a time.
Bronwen reminded me that the characters in the Highlander series are immortals, who resurrect after some time. And Connor MacLeod, being the immortal and his namesake, should come back to life shortly thereafter.
So now, in the back of my head somewhere, I expect to see Connor reincarnated and swimming happily in the nearest body of water. Since I cleaned out his BiOrb, leaving in it only aquarium rocks, that would be my Brita water jug. Good thing I don’t keep it in the fridge.
This weekend I discovered that theres a lot of satisfaction to be had when cleaning your car. Especially after a road trip to parts unknown.
I found this old video of a bunch of us cooking burgers on the old Coleman while camping in 2004. Back before Trolley or Tyler were married (or even engaged). I love the way Adam, as the only gay member of our crew, puts a t-shirt on his head and sidles up to Tyler to join in the merriment. Every time I watch this clip, I laugh at this exact point, in the exact same way.
I haven’t been camping in too long. Even though I’m a city slicker, I love to get out and away about once a year. Waking up in the cold, fresh air; talking around a campfire; forgoing the luxury of showers and the internet; these are the things that bring you back to your humanity. And often it’s as much about the people as the event, because there are barely any opportunities for us to get together. I miss those guys just as much.
Driving out west with Tim, Reagan, and Sam on a photography road trip. Have all the abandoned places and ghost towns marked on the map.
R.I.P., Connor, warrior fish: http://bit.ly/UxjRn
Lao Tzu mentioned in an episode of Babylon 5! Along with Buddy Holly and Marilyn Monroe as a reason why humanity must go on.
Home cause I forgot my lunch, and a woman appears to be standing right outside my back porch with papers in hand. Hmmmmm.
Taking portraits of families is a lot harder than I expected. It’s not so much the amount of light and large depth-of-field required (although that does play a part), but the fact that there are so many things going on at once. Getting everyone to co-ordinate what they’re doing becomes exponentially difficult with every extra person. And if only one person blinks, the photo is ruined.
One of the biggest assets a photographer can have is a sense of humour. If you can make your model laugh, you lower their apprehensiveness, which brings down their guard and provides you with much more natural expressions. Not to mention the fact that it’s a pleasure to see someone smiling or laughing.
Guts. John. Spilled.
Power has been out for 20 mins at work. Wondering how long they’ll wait before sending us home.