Tuesday, March 27, 2007
shoulda woulda coulda
As I was packing for my trip this morning, I briefly considered bringing my new DSLR camera, but my bags were stuffed pretty full, and I was worried it'd get banged up. (I haven't gotten a proper camera bag yet.) I did grab the Holga, but now that I'm here I'm wishing I had the digital. First of all, I have a pretty sweet hotel room looking over the river. Plus, it's really foggy here today, and I think there would be some interesting shots. I don't have any film for the Holga (it takes 120, which you can't usually get at Walgreens), but I hope to get some during the trip.
Off soon to see friends from college. Haven't eaten since breakfast, but I promise to eat and drink very thoroughly tonight. Meetings don't start until tomorrow afternoon, so I can spend part/all of the morning either (1) sleeping it off or (2) sweating it out in the hotel gym.
I'm glad not to be home hearing about the mayoral/council elections. I'm curious, but I have a bad case of Citizen Fatigue.
Off soon to see friends from college. Haven't eaten since breakfast, but I promise to eat and drink very thoroughly tonight. Meetings don't start until tomorrow afternoon, so I can spend part/all of the morning either (1) sleeping it off or (2) sweating it out in the hotel gym.
I'm glad not to be home hearing about the mayoral/council elections. I'm curious, but I have a bad case of Citizen Fatigue.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Am I a bad person?
A guy from work had a heart attack recently. We were told that it was a major one, but how much so I don't know. There was a "get well" card at reception that we all signed -- and by "we all signed," I mean that a lot of people signed it, and I assume it's understood that I assented to its message, regardless of whether I actually put pen to paper.
A couple days went by, and someone sent out an update that the guy was going home. Terrific! This was followed, however, by a message saying that his birthday was also coming up this week, and that there would be a birthday card at reception that we could sign.
My immediate reaction was something like "Oh, come on -- does hoping that he doesn't die (and that he loses 60 lbs STAT) mean that I have to care about his birthday, too?"
A couple days went by, and someone sent out an update that the guy was going home. Terrific! This was followed, however, by a message saying that his birthday was also coming up this week, and that there would be a birthday card at reception that we could sign.
My immediate reaction was something like "Oh, come on -- does hoping that he doesn't die (and that he loses 60 lbs STAT) mean that I have to care about his birthday, too?"
Friday, March 16, 2007
But not me, baby, I'm too precious
In case you'd forgotten it, "Precious," by the Pretenders, is a very, very good song.
I keep opening up Blogger lately, thinking that I should write more for this site that noone reads or even knows about (that's more or less by design, for now). I then keep not posting anything new. Lacking a gimmick or a particular purpose in maintaining the thing at all makes it hard to where between nothing and everything to draw the Blogworthiness Line. Perhaps just north of Mendoza, and 3 clicks south of Mason-Dixon.
I keep opening up Blogger lately, thinking that I should write more for this site that noone reads or even knows about (that's more or less by design, for now). I then keep not posting anything new. Lacking a gimmick or a particular purpose in maintaining the thing at all makes it hard to where between nothing and everything to draw the Blogworthiness Line. Perhaps just north of Mendoza, and 3 clicks south of Mason-Dixon.
