Archive for July, 2008

Hall and Oates

Thursday, July 31st, 2008

I have to give Chad street cred for getting me into Hall and Oates. As soon as I saw these statues, I thought fondly of the soulful duo of old (but not really so old! Oh no! Just when they think they’re gone, and that you better learn how to face it, woah-oh here they come! Watch out boys, they’ll chew you up!).

At any rate, they stand guard at the Zoo. The face on the woman reminds me of a face that Matt and his brother make from time to time. It’s that face that says “I totally don’t want you to photograph me right now, but you’re such a piece of poop that you’re going to nonetheless. So I’ll give you this bizarre-o-tron face which serves you right for photographing me.”

From Daily Daguerreotype

On Blogging

Thursday, July 31st, 2008

I’ve been a delinquent blogger this week. I didn’t spend my Sunday or Monday evening this week writing blogs for the upcoming week, instead I spent them eating. So you’re all feeling the result of my delinquency. You seem to be making up for it in commenting though, which is much appreciated. Did you know there’s a rule about that? 90% of visitors are trawlers, 9% are regulars who occasionally converse, and 1% are addicts that make life worth living. Sort of like how Sharon Osbourne totally makes the show “America’s Got Talent” worth watching. You guys know who you are… the Sharon Osbournes of my life.

I was talking with a friend this week who asked if blogging changes my relationships. Well, kinda, I said. I open myself up to friends and acquaintances in ways that daily conversation otherwise wouldn’t. But I’ve seen some of my relationships blossom because of it. In taking that first step to tear down walls, I’ve become closer to people who just needed me to make the first move. It’s a blessing in disguise. You lay yourself somewhat bare, which would seem dangerous, but can pay off by allowing others to do the same.

Said friend also asked about how my blogging affects my relationship with Matt. Technically, I’ve been blogging since 2004 when he first entered my life. I’ve learned a lot about it since then, and where to draw some boundaries to show respect for my husband and our relationship. But Matt will always fear that I’ll one day lay myself bare in a way that really injures me. This just goes to show what a wonderful man I married. He’s never concerned that I’ll paint him in a bad light, more that I’ll be hurt from making myself too vulnerable.

Needless to say, I think it’s a terrific medium. I’ve found more positives from it than negatives, and just like the print medium, I don’t think it’s going anywhere soon. In fact, I think YOU should blog. Yes, you! Cause I’d love to see YOUR photos and hear about YOUR life. It’s a karma thing.

A confession

Wednesday, July 30th, 2008

So I came back with some more sweet merch from the Poconos. My sister-in-law gave me a copy of Eat, Pray, Love. I kept seeing people on the subway reading this, and it came with rave reviews from not just one SIL, but a second as well. So I dove right in.

I was honestly kind of skeptical about this book, but I’m pleasantly swept in. I mean, she writes like a blogger!

Ok, I’m sorry to cut this post short but Matt is being a TOTAL PAIN IN MY BUTT! He has ignored me ALL night while typity-type-type-typing away on his laptop all about BEHAVIORAL CONCEPTS and SKINNER and HOMEWORK and AUTISM and ALL THAT CRAP! And now that IIIIII have the computer for a few measly minutes what is he doing? HE’S PRETEND DROPPING MY CELL PHONE INTO MY CRANBERRY JUICE.

Serious smackdown must occur immediately. Will resume book club at a later date.

When dust becomes a health hazard

Wednesday, July 30th, 2008

From Daily Daguerreotype

Last week, after I had received the zoom lens in the mail but before I had returned it, I took some photos to test it out. I was blown away by it’s keen ability to pick up EVERYTHING. LIKE THE DUST ALL OVER MY HOUSE, SEEN HERE.

It was hard to part with the lens, but I thought it would be wiser to get one with AF as I take so many pictures of a dog. Who moves swiftly. And hates cameras.

But back to the dust here, for a second. I haven’t dusted in… well it’s been so long that I can’t quite remember. World’s Worst Activity, that dusting is. But I have dreadful allergies which instantly flare up when I get home from work and into the dust lair that is our apartment.

Tonight I sneezed so hard that it initiated a NOSEBLEED. Point taken, God.

Schizo Dawg

Tuesday, July 29th, 2008

LOOOOONG day. But I had a wonderful four hours having dinner with Marissa in the North End. Nothing that a little lobster ravioli and great companionship can’t fix.

But then I came home to Berlin. Who is in a panicked heap on the bedroom floor, face pressed between the bed and the wall, hiding from who knows what.

It seems to be my lot in life to believe in people, but I’m plumb tuckered out from it tonight. What do I need to do to show this precious creature living so precariously on the edge of a constant panic attack that I love her indubitably? That I’ll never leave her. That I’ll take care of her and keep all pitbulls away at all costs. Where’s that positive vibe that Cesar tells me I should have when dealing with her? Because she’s not smellin what I’m steppin in, y’all.

De Gi-raffe, De Gi-raffe

Tuesday, July 29th, 2008

Matt’s favorite animal is the giraffe. Perhaps it is their lengthy neck. He’s got one, so maybe he finds comfort in their similarity. I think it’s because he likes to quote Bugs Bunny who used to say “de gi-raffe, de gi-raffe.” I’ve never actually heard the famous rabbit say that, but Matt claims he does. Just like he claims my mom really gave birth to me even though my sisters always told me they found me in a trash can in front of our house. I’d rather live in ignorance.

Regardless, I took tons and tons of pictures of giraffes at the zoo when we went a few weekends back. This photo was when I realized I need a better zoom lens.

 From Daily Daguerreotype

Cute, but definitely in need of a better lens. Defin’lly, defin’lly in need of a new lens.