Friday, August 26, 2011
Not August 24
I failed. Extra from the 25.
Creepy doll. Not the best photo. I'm hesitant to be too obvious about taking a photo on the street, so I don't get the focus and frame just right. iPhoto chops aren't amazing either. May still play with the saturation of this.
Edit: Little bit more playing around. Seashore does work magic.
Thoughts?
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photographic diary
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Favorite wedding moment
When the bride comes in, we need to make noise, don't be stuffy academics.
Ay-yi-yi-yi-yi.
It set us up to applaud throughout the ceremony. Introduction--applause. Scripture--applause. Excerpt from The Prophet--applause. Vows--applause.
It made it more party and less churchy. While it might not be my choice for every couple, it was one of my favorite twists for this couple.
Ay-yi-yi-yi-yi.
It set us up to applaud throughout the ceremony. Introduction--applause. Scripture--applause. Excerpt from The Prophet--applause. Vows--applause.
It made it more party and less churchy. While it might not be my choice for every couple, it was one of my favorite twists for this couple.
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wedding
August 20
The wedded couple requested photos not be placed online. I'm assuming this is unidentifying enough. Make some noise when the bride comes in anyway.
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photographic diary
August 17
CSA dinner. Goat cheese and mint stuffed zucchini. Angel hair pasta with tomato sauce. Mint lemonade.
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food,
photographic diary
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
"I Heart Donating Blood"
I wore my sticker dancing last night. It was funny how it became a conversation starter with people who I see every week, but barely know.
"I used to donate. I should do that again." Yes, you should. If you don't remember when you last donated, chances are you're eligible again. You can donate every two months! I mean, I don't do that. And I get turned away often enough (darn, iron levels). But unless you've done something else that makes you ineliglible, you're good.
"Where did you donate?" I went to the website of the local donation agency and made an appointment. This time it was at a blood drive at a local hospital.
"Did you get Oreos?" I was the last donation of the day, so they were packing up as I donated. They left one of each snack out for me and told me to take the ones I didn't eat. I got Oreos, and popcorn, and pretzels, and animal crackers, and a granola bar, and fruit juice. "I like fruit juice." Cran-raspberry. It's good. I'm going to take my extra container, mix it with some yogurt, and make mini popsicles.
"Your blood's lighter now." Whaaaa?
Actually this comment was the opener for a "the health benefits of donating blood" conversation. I don't know much about it. More oxidized? Lower iron levels?
I do like having the information from the mini-physical. Because I've moved so much, it hard to track it (I should start a spreadsheet for my health data!). But it's fascinating to see how much my health data varies. See the graphs my current provider has?
They're also available for pulse, cholesterol (all sorts of measures there), temperature. Good stuff, I tell you.
"Some things are a mystery." The guy drawing my blood pointed out that we don't know how to make a living cell. This blood, even though it's no longer inside of you, is still living. While it's not exactly a tithe, I'll keep giving as long as I can.
"I used to donate. I should do that again." Yes, you should. If you don't remember when you last donated, chances are you're eligible again. You can donate every two months! I mean, I don't do that. And I get turned away often enough (darn, iron levels). But unless you've done something else that makes you ineliglible, you're good.
"Where did you donate?" I went to the website of the local donation agency and made an appointment. This time it was at a blood drive at a local hospital.
"Did you get Oreos?" I was the last donation of the day, so they were packing up as I donated. They left one of each snack out for me and told me to take the ones I didn't eat. I got Oreos, and popcorn, and pretzels, and animal crackers, and a granola bar, and fruit juice. "I like fruit juice." Cran-raspberry. It's good. I'm going to take my extra container, mix it with some yogurt, and make mini popsicles.
"Your blood's lighter now." Whaaaa?
Actually this comment was the opener for a "the health benefits of donating blood" conversation. I don't know much about it. More oxidized? Lower iron levels?
I do like having the information from the mini-physical. Because I've moved so much, it hard to track it (I should start a spreadsheet for my health data!). But it's fascinating to see how much my health data varies. See the graphs my current provider has?
They're also available for pulse, cholesterol (all sorts of measures there), temperature. Good stuff, I tell you.
"Some things are a mystery." The guy drawing my blood pointed out that we don't know how to make a living cell. This blood, even though it's no longer inside of you, is still living. While it's not exactly a tithe, I'll keep giving as long as I can.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
August 14
If I had extra money that required being spent on clothes, I would now own this skirt. Instead, I'm pondering making petticoats.
Labels:
photographic diary,
sew me please
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Sweetie Pie
Heard this song on the radio, and had to find a version worth listening to again.
Love how this song connects homes for me.
Pecan Pie is a Thanksgiving requirement in my parent's tradition (and that home)
Sung about by Golden Smog who played at the Obama rally near college home
which I attended during a crisis during my teaching home
but didn't discover until at my grad school home.
I'll edit with a pecan pie recipe if I remember.
Friday, August 12, 2011
Thursday, August 11, 2011
August 9
Inspired by Allison to finally work on goal 13. Assignment between August 9 and September 19. We'll see how I continue after that.
Labels:
feet,
photographic diary,
summer
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