April 25, 2006
the things that held up other things
I spent a bit of this rainy afternoon taking photos for linear notes of a CD yet released.
I tried to make old photographs and 45's look like they were floating by using strips of cardboard taped together to prop each layer up.
After the memorabilia was returned, I was left with all these bits and they seemed sort'f interesting on their own.
This also marked the first day that I have washed dishes on my own again after "the incident." My hand was fearful and delicate around the glasses.
April 20, 2006
March 16, 2006
photo by tom of photo by bryan
My old business cards were sorely outdated—bad phone number and wrong address.
Seeing how printing is now a much different beast than say, 8 years ago, I thought I'd get some new ones for the wallet. (And by different I mean that digital presses make small runs quite affordable and easy to submit)
So I went with VistaPrint and paid extra for the heaviest matte stock. If you allow pop-ups and hang on their site long enough, some deal is sure to surface. Mind you, I've used this place before and got a heavy discount from their email blasting—bringing the total for 250 cards to about 15 bucks.
If you go this route, I recommend avoiding full color areas/bleeds (you can see how the trim gets merle haggard on the maroon back).
This time, I left out all the stuff that might change, leaving just a URL on the back. I figure I can doodle a talk bubble on the front with my phone number if need be.
And next time, I'll get a picture where I’m smiling.
February 20, 2006
new word + a mobile phone with a camera
The word is twizzle
I learned of it tonight while watching Ice Dancing.
Mind you, the photo above is not twizzling, but it was the best I could muster with no one falling down in it — which seemed to be popular tonight (and painful to see). All this perfection makes me hope for a wabi-sabi approach to judging.
Also watched a few Olympic award ceremonies, and I was hoping they’d replace the meager bouquet of flowers after the medal, with a simple peace lily.
If the VW bus wasn't enough clue, I think this confirms my hippy tendencies.
In other news, I got a cheap mobile to replace my aging one. I now have a 640x480 camera with me at almost all times. Fun and handy.
I'm sending photos to a basic page until I can figure out what to do with them properly:
|Tidbits from a Nokia 6101|
January 08, 2006
Elmo and Cookie Monster
In their chicken dance ensembles
December 16, 2005
The wandering crows
There's crows outside. They take control of an area for chunks of time and then move on to another part of town. The where and when changes throughout the season.
They were particularly noisy today. Perhaps the moon had something to do with it.
Oh, and the image is actually two photos layered together. Bigger version, uncropped, up on Flickr
October 18, 2005
I'm finding myself driving around, looking for oranges and reds. Yellows don't seem to draw me as much
September 20, 2005
How to catch a mouse without a mousetrap
I had a little friend visit my apartment the other week, and for a while there I was ready to make peace with him and co-exist. But after I cleaned up the place and ordered pizza one night, and it crawled up the side of my chair onto the sleeve of my shirt, I knew it was time to bid farewell.
Here's how I caught the critter:
- Get a toilet paper tube and crease two lines to form a flat sided tunnel.
- Put a treat on one end of the tube: A cracker and dab of peanut butter works great.
- Get a tall (at least 20 inches) bucket. A trash can works well.
- Balance the tube precariously on the edge of a table or counter with the treat hanging directly over the tall sided receptacle.
- The mouse will scurry to the treat (they like tunnels) and fall into the trap.
Set the fella loose at least a mile away from your abode.
Postnote: It worked within the hour.
Also, folks have asked how this could work if you don't have a counter or table. Simple: get a piece of cardboard and crease it to make a ramp up to a small trashcan.
|SEMI-RELATED ENTRY: How to kill a fly without a flyswatter|
August 31, 2005
Caption unavailable—but I don't think this is called cross stitch
Few clicks of the shutter today. What was taken, was for another outlet (work). And to that end, it was a good day, with productive ideation and the arrival of some schwag (not the kind you smoke).
Since it was the end of the month, I stripped my cable down to basic channels and high speed net after a lengthy bit of time on hold (and more than a few hoops).
Swirling emotions, likely a result of what’s going on around the country and world, creep in when I don't occupy myself enough...
Feeling a bit like I'm not doing anything to be helpful in general. That’s where the photo above (taken last week) feels somewhat appropriate with its simple message.
It's a good start, I figure.
I finally think I have a handle on parentheses (A period is used within the marks if a complete sentence is formed.) This isn't news to me, but it most certainly is a refresher.
August 30, 2005
and more rain
The remnants of Katrina descended on (or is that upon?) Cincinnati, and continues to fall steadily. I'd not be surprised if we see some flooding from the downpour.
Though it wasn't the best evening to drive around and lug heavy things, I sorely needed to do laundry. My last pair of shorts were starting to hang a little too urban for my age bracket.
Leaving the house this evening I'm carrying two large laundry bags and standing in ankle deep water in my alleyway trying to lock the door. My pants and boxers fell down completely. I suppose I am very lucky that this was the only casualty.
The evening got better though, with dinner at my mom's place.
August 03, 2005
Hand painted stools
Today I took a few initial photos for a web project that just fell into my lap. Aside from that, I'm cramming here trying to get ducks in a row so I can get outta dodge for a long weekend.
I barely have time to post, but once you skip a day or three, it's harder to get back on the horse. I've been writing some drafts lately. Heavier topics that are more political or ranting in nature... I'm trying to sit on stuff like that so I can research and ponder appropriately.
So until then, I'll try and keep getting the photos up and writing something short.
August 01, 2005
Damn screen door
On Sunday I left the dogs behind, to hang out with other cats.
July 27, 2005
How to kill a fly without a flyswatter
In three easy steps
1.) Position your hands a few inches above the fly as if you were about to clap.
3.) Wash hands.
July 19, 2005
East Walnut Hills
Today I printed out stuff for work and was called Super-Chris by a two year old.
That was pretty much the highlight.
The photo was just something I caught along the way.
July 12, 2005
The sunny weekend is over
July 09, 2005
It's been a slow week for photos. I'm still taking them daily, but when it comes to putting them online and jotting down some sense of the day, I've been floundering. In lieu of catching up, here's some stuff I can take out of the queue. Continue reading/view 13 unused photos.
July 01, 2005
A fine way to wash away the grime of construction (though that Great Stuff insulating foam seems to like to stick to the skin.)
It's frickin hot still, and although it'd be nice to talk about something other than the weather—it's pretty much all one can think about when stepping outside. Thank goodness a whopper of a thunderstorm has just dropped on the Ohio Valley. Hopefully that will take things down a notch.
Until then, I've lost suspenders as a fashion trademark in lieu of wrist sweatbands.
June 28, 2005
Let freedom bling
I don't really have any good reason to update my journal. Things are, well... they're busy.
Busy enough that those extra few moments at the end of the day to write something out just aren't there.
It's summer, I think that's a good enough excuse.
PS: This lady at Wendys was nice enough to let me take her photo.
June 24, 2005
10 second exposure of a plastic toy with LED lights that spins on a propeller way up in the air.
Great fun when you're sitting around a campfire drinking cheap beer.
June 19, 2005
A stolen moment
So I'm eating my soft serve and whatnot after a trip to Best Buy wondering, okay -- does my computer like DVD+R's or DVD-R's? Turns out, my Mac is quite picky and hates both of this particular variety. I guess I have to buy Apple branded media. (insert grumble)
Anyways, this hoooooooge stretch Ford Excursion with "Just Married" pulls up the front of the dairy bar and out pops a wedding party jamming to some Missy Elliot song or something.
The owner comes out and asks for a photo and I immediately take the cue to hop in the car and pull around the building. I mean, how often do you see this?
There I am, stopped with my window down behind the owner of this joint and I frame up the photo while one of the groomsmen yells, "Thanks." with a tone.
I hope their wedding was as good as my bar-b-que sandwich, 'cause it was pretty good.
June 01, 2005
Now functioning again
You'd be surprised how well you can get around with just fog lights or high beams. I know, I've been doing it for months.
Most of the streets are lit well enough in town, but trips outside the city required careful timing to ensure I was only on the road never beyond twilight.
Well, I got them fixed last week, simply new bulbs required—remiss, I didn't examine them myself.
I spent today putting drywall up for a lightproof room (where screens will be made.)
Driving home as dusk became night, I felt the fleeting weight of gypsum sheets leave warmth on muscles rarely used. Windows down, I blared mellow tunes and reflected on the fun weekend away, the feeling of accomplishment with a cordless drill, and how nice it was to see the road.
May 09, 2005
I went to bed congested and woke congested.
Tired of suffocating, I decided to take my friend Anne’s advice and get some Afrin nasal spray. A brief chat with Ben and I learned that Afrin is the new tina... Let's compare!
I think I'll stick with the Afrin. I FEEL GREAT!
Okay, off to clean the house with a toothbrush...
April 16, 2005
Dag I'm pale
Playing catch up — I've got a blank page for last Sunday and I'd be remiss not to recount the fun I had tilling a garden that day.
I can't say I did it just to ride the little tractor, which yes, that was a big part — but more-so, I need sun. And there's been lots of it of late.
Just today I noticed hills once brown are now the faintest touch of green. It was like Bob Ross (bless his memory) was just beginning to get his groove on.
Happy trees, indeed.
April 06, 2005
Infrared heat dryer
Growing up, I wasn't so bright when I took electronic things apart — usually breaking them in the process.
I'm smarter now, making sure to label things and document before complete disassembly.
It's those silver hairs, I know it.
April 01, 2005
A watched pot...
It’s April Fool’s Day and in lieu of being funny or original, here’s some quotes about dogs. I gotta work. I'm sure there's some connection there.
“In dog years I'm dead”
“Outside of a dog, a book is probably man's best friend, and inside of a dog, it's too dark to read.”
~ Groucho Marx.
“Did you ever walk into a room and forget why you walked in? I think that is how dogs spend their lives.”
~ Sue Murphy
“I care not for a man's religion whose dog and cat are not the better for it.”
~ Abraham Lincoln
“Scratch a dog and you'll find a permanent job.”
~ Franklin P. Jones
“I wonder if other dogs think poodles are members of a weird religious cult.”
~ Rita Rudner
“If dogs could talk it would take a lot of the fun out of owning one.”
~ Andy Rooney
“Some days you're the dog, some days you're the hydrant.”
March 02, 2005
The new wine cooler
Beer with something extra
I liken Budweiser to carbonated water. When ice cold, it's refreshing. I can nurse them and keep my wits through the course of an evening and not end up in the alley with my skirt hiked up and a boot missing, again.
I'm not saying Bud tastes good, I'm just saying it doesn't taste like much of anything.
That said, I'm at the bar the other day, and I order one of these new Bud E-nergy drinks with the caffeine, ginseng, guarana extract and natural flavor.
I almost spit it out.
Take a regular Budweiser, make it taste more stale, then squirt some raspberry flavoring in it.
It also cost about 20% more than a regular beer. I guess that guarana extract falls under some herbal stimulant markup.
Maybe it was the can. This drink might warrant a glass with ice and some sort of fruit garnish. Whatever.
I'm going to switch to Charles Shaw and save up for new boots.
November 11, 2004
Somewhere in the afternoon, I took this photo
The music player just made a transition from Jem to John Zorn and I never skipped my groove.
I think this makes me partially bipolar.
October 23, 2004
The year, 2004...
Rolling around the living room floor of my friend's home.
...when dog toys got funky.
June 11, 2004
It's a gift, really.
I think he's a wrestler
I buy things at random, with folks in mind. Thing is, I seldom get around to actually giving them these things.
I'm finally getting around to it.
December 03, 2003
More butch toys
One of the cool finds in Cologne was the Lego® store. Not that this is anything special for Europe, but there were a few Lego lovers in our group.
It's sorta sad though, when you see the product lineup for the toymaker of late. Sports, Bionicle, the Orient Express (huh?), licensed things like Star Wars, Spiderman and Harry Potter. With all these new specialized pieces, some of the fun seems to be taken out. And what the flarn happened to Technics? It's like areodynamic and bleh. Oh, and lest I forget, they now have a line called Clikit - customizable fashion accessories for girls... Hmmmm.
If I want to build a castle, I want to build it brick by brick. Not have some dumb wall piece with built-in arch and screen printed faux texture resembling stones.
Anyways, aside from Lego, I was happy to find this Playmobil® set at the Frankfurt airport. Every kid needs a plastic scale replica of a toilet, especially if it comes with a bearded construction worker in a flannel shirt.
Sure Playmobil is somewhat like the new "no need to build" Lego, but it is at least generic and allows children to use their imaginations to build stories. There are no licensed tie-ins with hot summer movies. It's basic stuff. Like pirates, vikings, cowboys, cityfolk and farmers. I never thought of it, but you could assemble the cast of the Village People with Playmobil figures.
October 01, 2003
Toys Gone Butch : Fill in the talk bubbles
That's GungHo on the left and Dreadnok on the right
So don't ask me why I ventured down the toy aisle in Meijer this past weekend. Maybe cause I dug action figures way beyond a proper age.
I'm saw all these Yo-Gi-Oh things and tweaked out Batman toys along with updated Transformers that don't do anything for me. Then, however, I saw the G.I. Joes.
Dang, these things are all butch and shit.
I never had any G.I. Joe figures, just Star Wars and He-Man.
So I picked up two that stood out.
I had this idea to be creative and make some witty remarks between these mortal enemies, but alas, I wasn't feeling very creative. Maybe someone else can come up with something appropriate. For background info, here are their bios (no joke):
|Code Name :GUNG HO Team: G. I. Joe File Name : Ettiene R. LaFitte Birthplace : Fer-De-Lance, Louisiana||Code Name : DREADNOK RIPPER Team: Cobra File Name : Harry Nod Birthplace : Grim Cape, Tasmania|
|GUNG-HO grew up in the Louisiana swamps, in a large Cajun clan that held huge zydeco camps known for having lots of music and fist fighting.
He's at home in brown water environments and thrives on all the heat, humidity, bugs and alligators. He graduated top of his class from boot camp at Parris Island, then went on to join the GI JOE team, where he's called in when things get extra rough.
In Operation Swampfire, GUNG-HO blew up DESTRO's major advanced-technology weapons plant. The explosion destroyed DESTRO's personal fortune and set his operations back for years -- and made him DESTRO's sworn enemy.
|Anti-social and proud of it, DREADNOK RIPPER has been taking out his anger on the world since he was expelled from nursery school for bribery and aggravated assault. Black-listed from every outlaw biker gang in his native Tasmania for excessive nastiness and inadequate personal hygiene, he sought out ZARTAN at his secret swamp hide-out and joined the DREADNOKS, who overlook his bad points since he pays his dues on time and doesn't spend a lot of time in the bathroom.
DREADNOK RIPPER hates everything and everybody.
He likes nothing better than ripping things to shreds with crude sharp-edged tools. After he tears things apart, he enjoys jumping up and down on top of the pieces while wearing his big hob-nailed engineer boots and shouting naughty verses at the top of his lungs.
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