My sister Jaclyn has made a new blog!
She's currently baking her way through The 1979 Dekalb County Junior League Cookbook 'Puttin on the Peachtree'
Sunday, August 23, 2009
The Way I See It # 587
My sister Jaclyn has made a new blog!
She's currently baking her way through The 1979 Dekalb County Junior League Cookbook 'Puttin on the Peachtree'
Thursday, August 20, 2009
The Way I See It # 586
I'm going to take a cue from Lena, and start a list in order to rev up my posting. This may or may not be successful.
1. First day of classes at VCU today. For the most part today was a successful day. My french came tumbling back into my brain after a two month absence, and I managed to correctly answer several questions this morning, and report on my summer with ease. And to think that I, embarrassingly, couldn't recite the number 4 in french just a day ago....(quattre). Death and Burial sounds like it is going to be an interesting class, and my Prehistoric Art and Architecture class sounds like it is right up my alley. My professor worked in a museum (check), worked as an art dealer for Sotheby's in New York City (check), is a classical archaeologist (check), and studied art history at NYU (check). All the things that I want to do! I couldn't believe it, and basically spent the entire class with my mouth hanging open. I went up and introduced myself after class, and offered to help her with her new gallery opening at Plant Zero, which she said she would be needing interns for. Very exciting!
2. I think that everyone just needs to bite the bullet and get along.
3. I think that I need to get used to the idea that there are people that depend on me. This isn't a one man show anymore.
4. 5 months. The time is flying by!
5. I have heard that Gin and Tonics are where it's "at".
6. I need to get used to everything.
1. First day of classes at VCU today. For the most part today was a successful day. My french came tumbling back into my brain after a two month absence, and I managed to correctly answer several questions this morning, and report on my summer with ease. And to think that I, embarrassingly, couldn't recite the number 4 in french just a day ago....(quattre). Death and Burial sounds like it is going to be an interesting class, and my Prehistoric Art and Architecture class sounds like it is right up my alley. My professor worked in a museum (check), worked as an art dealer for Sotheby's in New York City (check), is a classical archaeologist (check), and studied art history at NYU (check). All the things that I want to do! I couldn't believe it, and basically spent the entire class with my mouth hanging open. I went up and introduced myself after class, and offered to help her with her new gallery opening at Plant Zero, which she said she would be needing interns for. Very exciting!
2. I think that everyone just needs to bite the bullet and get along.
3. I think that I need to get used to the idea that there are people that depend on me. This isn't a one man show anymore.
4. 5 months. The time is flying by!
5. I have heard that Gin and Tonics are where it's "at".
6. I need to get used to everything.
Monday, August 10, 2009
The Way I See It # 585: Wish List
White Weinmann DP18 Fixed Gear/Single Speed wheelset Machined Side Walls
$185.00
Saturday, August 1, 2009
The Way I See It # 585
A lot has happened, but every time I have made the time to open up blogger on my browser, I'm suddenly overcome with a feeling of animosity. I don't feel like writing, probably because I have so much to write about. So much for blogging more....
The trip to Wise as a photography assistant was both exhausting and interesting. The lack of health care on a community is ridiculous. The number of people that were helped reached thousands, and We managed to get some great pictures of the event. By "we" I mean Allen Jones... you can check out the event and pictures here.
I over drafted on my bank card obscenely, and now I'm afraid I'm poor again.
I hate money. I wish it didn't exist. I wish it didn't control people, and I wish it didn't dictate my life and what I can do. I'm sick of money! However, when I do get more of it, I'm sure I'll be singing a different tune. What a love-hate relationship we have.
I just moved out of my victorian studio, and into a new two bedroom apartment a couple blocks away. The move was hard, but Zane helped out, which was phenomenal, and now I'm currently unpacking and reorganizing my life. I'm writing from Cabell Library because I won't have internet until the 10th...
But I am going to VA Beach on Tuesday and I'm excited to be totally relaxed with my book and a cold drink. I've decided to put an extra effort into my tan, because after getting some sun in Wise, I realize how healthy I look with a little more pigment in my skin. Cancer be damned!
So for now it is even more infrequent posting, and spending my time in a hot disorganized apartment until Tuesday morning.
The trip to Wise as a photography assistant was both exhausting and interesting. The lack of health care on a community is ridiculous. The number of people that were helped reached thousands, and We managed to get some great pictures of the event. By "we" I mean Allen Jones... you can check out the event and pictures here.
I over drafted on my bank card obscenely, and now I'm afraid I'm poor again.
I hate money. I wish it didn't exist. I wish it didn't control people, and I wish it didn't dictate my life and what I can do. I'm sick of money! However, when I do get more of it, I'm sure I'll be singing a different tune. What a love-hate relationship we have.
I just moved out of my victorian studio, and into a new two bedroom apartment a couple blocks away. The move was hard, but Zane helped out, which was phenomenal, and now I'm currently unpacking and reorganizing my life. I'm writing from Cabell Library because I won't have internet until the 10th...
But I am going to VA Beach on Tuesday and I'm excited to be totally relaxed with my book and a cold drink. I've decided to put an extra effort into my tan, because after getting some sun in Wise, I realize how healthy I look with a little more pigment in my skin. Cancer be damned!
So for now it is even more infrequent posting, and spending my time in a hot disorganized apartment until Tuesday morning.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
The Way I See It # 584
I move in 10 days.
I'm freaking out.
I'm singing to Into The Woods.
I'm Cleaning my apartment for good.
I need light bulbs. All of my lights went out at the same time....
I'm freaking out.
I'm singing to Into The Woods.
I'm Cleaning my apartment for good.
I need light bulbs. All of my lights went out at the same time....
Monday, July 20, 2009
The Way I See It # 583: Train Observations
(This post was written while en route to Washington D.C Saturday night.)
I often forget the comfort of traveling alone. The independence, the wanderlust, the never-tiring view from my cabin window, lost when I am fixed to the city or the suburbs. I wish Richmond had it’s own metro system; that way I could enjoy the thrills of the city, and still be home in time for dinner. There is news of revamping the trains system between Richmond and Washington, and I’m all for the change. I feel alone in my train-appreciation, and while the thought of having a bullet train with a 90 minute commute to Washington is mouth watering, it’s also semi-decidedly off the menu. The cost of creating an entirely new train system, including repairing the tracks that Richmond has, would cost well over 4 billion dollars. That type of moolah is rarely seen these days, well, for things that don’t have much consequence for the rest of the Country. Maybe our new Governor will have some affection for strategically placed pork and get it done.
I think I might enjoy going off on my own to travel and just “figure things out for myself”. On the one hand I would be terrified. If I told you that I was open to even the smallest changes, I would be lying. Being out of my comfort zone is difficult, I’m the first to admit this, and the first to try and address it.
But traveling costs money. This trip alone will cost me $60 round trip. But the plumping of my savings account is encouraging now that I have two jobs. You’ll often find me scribbling down my accounts in my newly purchased treasury book ($12.00). Does this make me money obsessed? Who isn’t now-a-days? With unemployment looming, and my financial future in question, I’m not ashamed of breaking down my budgets, writing down expected profits, and planning accordingly. I think knowing how much money you earn, and how you spend it is more important when you’re young. Old habits die hard, they might as well be good ones.
I think that at every important age you can look back and review what you’ve done with your life. This happens to be pretty depressing, but only because I’m so young. What would be more depressing is if I only ever amounted to what I was at this age when I am older. I doubt this will happen. I have big dreams, and when I honestly think about it, I am completely convinced that I am going to succeed. I don’t know if this is foolish or not. Perhaps it is the dumbest thing in the world to have high hopes and standards for yourself. I’ve always been one to have high standards, and I tend to hold people to them. I think that was a major reason my last relationship fell apart. I’m trying to do better, but I really think that my whole life will be guided by these standards that I try to live by.
I feel like I’m growing up and learning how to take care of myself. This may lead to unintentionally hurting others in the process. No one has higher demands than my own mother (apparently standards are genetic), and while I have standards of my own, I am bound by hers first and foremost. I value our relationship, but sometimes I feel like I am a child. My acts of rebellion are often squashed before that can fully take effect, and almost always they are done in an attempt to prove my independence, and usually prove that I am, in fact, not smart enough to handle everything and anything.
Train watching is something I like to do while riding the rails. I tend to pick out people my age to watch.
I’ll describe the passenger to my right.
He was the second person I saw when I arrived at Main St. Station, and the one I focused my subtle attention to. A young man, around my age I would guess, standing at around my height was sitting in the wooden benches when I threw my stuff down. Slightly heavy, his hands were resting on his stomach while he peered past his glasses down at the book in his hands. He is mousy with curly brown hair, and instantly reminded me of a boy I used to go to school with. Constantly teased, he was the butt of every joke, but this boy sitting in front of me seemed fine with the wear, at first. His face was serious, mouth down-turned and stern, and slightly pursed. His attire was typical, camouflage shorts, nearly matching the rumpled duffle bag at his feet, and a dark shirt. He glanced up at me, our gazes met, and he looked down again. In a situation like this I rarely get intimidated. I continued to study him, and he either didn’t noticed, or didn’t care to point it out. It wasn’t until his raised his arm to adjust his glasses that my thoughts of my school friend were confirmed. Several neatly aligned scars were etched into his inner forearm. He’s dealt with feelings everyone feels, but responds to differently.
Back in grade school I would have been embarrassed and stunned. While stunned, I’m not embarrassed for him. Nor do I think of him any less, but I feel sympathy. Though I have felt the range of human emotion, I never once felt compelled to deal with it in that way. I’m grateful, but I don’t see this as anything other than my own controlled intentions. I don’t like to be out of control, and I guess that neither does this boy.
Fast forward to us sitting across from each other on this train, and he received a phone call. The first I heard him speak! I am disappointed by what I hear. Not only is he loud, but he ungraciously uses profanities, and I’m left wondering “Can looks really be this deceiving?”
This train just passed over part of the Potomac, I assume, and the water was so still it looked like glass. I’ve never seen that before.
I often forget the comfort of traveling alone. The independence, the wanderlust, the never-tiring view from my cabin window, lost when I am fixed to the city or the suburbs. I wish Richmond had it’s own metro system; that way I could enjoy the thrills of the city, and still be home in time for dinner. There is news of revamping the trains system between Richmond and Washington, and I’m all for the change. I feel alone in my train-appreciation, and while the thought of having a bullet train with a 90 minute commute to Washington is mouth watering, it’s also semi-decidedly off the menu. The cost of creating an entirely new train system, including repairing the tracks that Richmond has, would cost well over 4 billion dollars. That type of moolah is rarely seen these days, well, for things that don’t have much consequence for the rest of the Country. Maybe our new Governor will have some affection for strategically placed pork and get it done.
I think I might enjoy going off on my own to travel and just “figure things out for myself”. On the one hand I would be terrified. If I told you that I was open to even the smallest changes, I would be lying. Being out of my comfort zone is difficult, I’m the first to admit this, and the first to try and address it.
But traveling costs money. This trip alone will cost me $60 round trip. But the plumping of my savings account is encouraging now that I have two jobs. You’ll often find me scribbling down my accounts in my newly purchased treasury book ($12.00). Does this make me money obsessed? Who isn’t now-a-days? With unemployment looming, and my financial future in question, I’m not ashamed of breaking down my budgets, writing down expected profits, and planning accordingly. I think knowing how much money you earn, and how you spend it is more important when you’re young. Old habits die hard, they might as well be good ones.
I think that at every important age you can look back and review what you’ve done with your life. This happens to be pretty depressing, but only because I’m so young. What would be more depressing is if I only ever amounted to what I was at this age when I am older. I doubt this will happen. I have big dreams, and when I honestly think about it, I am completely convinced that I am going to succeed. I don’t know if this is foolish or not. Perhaps it is the dumbest thing in the world to have high hopes and standards for yourself. I’ve always been one to have high standards, and I tend to hold people to them. I think that was a major reason my last relationship fell apart. I’m trying to do better, but I really think that my whole life will be guided by these standards that I try to live by.
I feel like I’m growing up and learning how to take care of myself. This may lead to unintentionally hurting others in the process. No one has higher demands than my own mother (apparently standards are genetic), and while I have standards of my own, I am bound by hers first and foremost. I value our relationship, but sometimes I feel like I am a child. My acts of rebellion are often squashed before that can fully take effect, and almost always they are done in an attempt to prove my independence, and usually prove that I am, in fact, not smart enough to handle everything and anything.
Train watching is something I like to do while riding the rails. I tend to pick out people my age to watch.
I’ll describe the passenger to my right.
He was the second person I saw when I arrived at Main St. Station, and the one I focused my subtle attention to. A young man, around my age I would guess, standing at around my height was sitting in the wooden benches when I threw my stuff down. Slightly heavy, his hands were resting on his stomach while he peered past his glasses down at the book in his hands. He is mousy with curly brown hair, and instantly reminded me of a boy I used to go to school with. Constantly teased, he was the butt of every joke, but this boy sitting in front of me seemed fine with the wear, at first. His face was serious, mouth down-turned and stern, and slightly pursed. His attire was typical, camouflage shorts, nearly matching the rumpled duffle bag at his feet, and a dark shirt. He glanced up at me, our gazes met, and he looked down again. In a situation like this I rarely get intimidated. I continued to study him, and he either didn’t noticed, or didn’t care to point it out. It wasn’t until his raised his arm to adjust his glasses that my thoughts of my school friend were confirmed. Several neatly aligned scars were etched into his inner forearm. He’s dealt with feelings everyone feels, but responds to differently.
Back in grade school I would have been embarrassed and stunned. While stunned, I’m not embarrassed for him. Nor do I think of him any less, but I feel sympathy. Though I have felt the range of human emotion, I never once felt compelled to deal with it in that way. I’m grateful, but I don’t see this as anything other than my own controlled intentions. I don’t like to be out of control, and I guess that neither does this boy.
Fast forward to us sitting across from each other on this train, and he received a phone call. The first I heard him speak! I am disappointed by what I hear. Not only is he loud, but he ungraciously uses profanities, and I’m left wondering “Can looks really be this deceiving?”
This train just passed over part of the Potomac, I assume, and the water was so still it looked like glass. I’ve never seen that before.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
The Way I See It #582
A lot of things have been going on, and such, next week will probably be the most exhausting/busiest week of my life.
I leave on Saturday for Northern VA to take care of some doctors appointments, and catching up with mis hermanas y mi madre. Then its back to Richmond for Tuesday and Wednesday, and then I leave early Thursday morning for a work trip to Wise, VA.
Let me repeat this, WISE VA. That's a 7 hour drive with Allen Jones, a Photographer at VCU Creative Services. For the trip I am in charge of rounding up people to be shot, putting up and striking backdrops, and perhaps more importantly, protecting Allen's (well, VCU's) Hasselblad H3D.
When I was told about this job, one of the "perks" was being able to work within a foot of this camera. If you do a little google search of this camera, and even the Hasselblad brand, you'll see why. A large part of my job next weekend will be to protect this camera when it isn't in the steady/fatherly hands of Allen Jones.
more to come later!
I leave on Saturday for Northern VA to take care of some doctors appointments, and catching up with mis hermanas y mi madre. Then its back to Richmond for Tuesday and Wednesday, and then I leave early Thursday morning for a work trip to Wise, VA.
Let me repeat this, WISE VA. That's a 7 hour drive with Allen Jones, a Photographer at VCU Creative Services. For the trip I am in charge of rounding up people to be shot, putting up and striking backdrops, and perhaps more importantly, protecting Allen's (well, VCU's) Hasselblad H3D.
When I was told about this job, one of the "perks" was being able to work within a foot of this camera. If you do a little google search of this camera, and even the Hasselblad brand, you'll see why. A large part of my job next weekend will be to protect this camera when it isn't in the steady/fatherly hands of Allen Jones.
more to come later!
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