So Randal has a post up about memory-mapping, which is a concept I just love because I am constantly trying to grab onto ways to bank my memories before my brain kicks them out or muddies them too much, so and I have jumped on board with all my baggage and made my own memory map. It’s just such a lovely little concept, I think, to find yourself combing over topography and allowing specific memories…
I had a 24-inch iMac-shaped hole in my heart and lo and behold a friend of mine was able to fill it for a ridiculously reasonable price, and here I find myself seriously outnumbered by Apple products in my apartment. Four to one, if my math is right. If the recession continues its slide toward an awesomeness-based economy, I will, of course, eventually be declared “rich as shit.” Also, I extended my lens rental a…
I was able to get away from work (on my off day!) for long enough to have lunch with Ashley and Luke, and crack up repeatedly as he spit out every other bite of his food into Ashley’s skilled, lightning-quick hands. Look at that boy. He knows he’s got everybody on a short leash. [Project 365]
A publishing company found this pic of Felix on my Flickr, sent me a note asking permission to use it, and sent me a copy of the book when it printed. So cool! Here’s the book. I miss Felix a lot, but it’s neat to have him immortalized in print like this. [Project 365]
I’m so busy sorting through hundreds of photos of Lesley and Chris’ wedding at Graceland — which was so sweet — that this picture of the chapel stained glass will just have to do for now. Cheers to them! I hope they have a long and happy life together. [Project 365]
Well well well, this year’s march of the undead featured a wedding, a zombified newsman, and tons of children. Always something keeping it fresh. I think the route was a little long and complicated. Noted. I was so happy to have friends come out to support it and get all goried up. (Amanda and Brandon made pretty hilarious zombies.) Kristin came all the way from Nashville and helped wrangle zombies while I ran around taking…
Welp, in mere hours, it’ll be time once again for the you-know-what. I’ve said the word “zombie” so many times this week that I’m kind of tired of it and would like to not say it again for a few months. So it goes. Every year. I’m paranoid about turnout, of course. I always imagine that it will be, like, thirty people, all of whom will be immensely bored. It’ll be good. I know it…
I have too many nicknames for my cats to ever call them by their real names. In other news, I rented a big fancy lens and haven’t had a chance to take it out for a spin yet. Cat pictures are hardly the training I had intended to have before the zombie walk and Lesley’s wedding tomorrow, but, well, life is what happens when you’re too busy working to do anything else. So here’s hoping…
Usually Minglewood sports these neat purply black lights that kind of hurt my eyes as I pass, but tonight they were rockin’ the clown lights. I dig, a lot. Still never been there for a show. I thought for a long hard minute last night about buying tickets to the MGMT show in June, but then just as soon as I could think about that, I decided on a lark to go to Bonnaroo with…
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