Taken Feburary 14, 2007
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Crazy Eights.
All the way from Cleveland comes a request from Amy to play along in this thing called Crazy Eights.
8 things I’m passionate about:
1. Roman
2. Cleocatra, Alliecat and Independence Eli Powell (aka. Cleo, Allie and Indy)
3. Taking photos
4. Health and Fitness (Lifetime Fitness!)
5. TV - in the form of good writing (like 30 Rock, Six Feet Under, Ugly Betty)
6. The work-week-recovery benefit of weekend naps
7. Being a good friend
8. Recycling
8 things I want to do before I die:
1. Travel (and photograph) Ireland, Australia, Scotland, and as many beaches I can get to
2. Learn how to do freeform peyote stitch and actually finish a project using it
3. Learn to speak Spanish fluently
4. Make a difference in other peoples’ lives
5. Start my own photography business, using alternative processes.
6. Spend a long vacation relaxing in one of those huts that live over the ocean
7. Learn how to scuba dive so I can take some amazing underwater pictures
8. Run (or walk) - ok, finish - a full marathon
8 things I say often:
1. ... ok.
2. Hey
3. Ohmygod.
4. Whatcha doing?
5. INDY! STOP IT! (he likes to “play” with Cleo, who doesn’t like to “play”)
6. Duh
7. Gotcha
8. I need caffeine.
8 books I’ve read recently (or am still reading):
1. Candyfreak: A Journey through the Chocolate Underbelly of America. Steve Almond
2. The Interruption of Everything. Terry McMilan
3. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. J.K. Rowling
4. Blink: The Power of Thinking Without Thinking. Malcolm Gladwell
5. Jenny and the Jaws of Life: Short Stories. Jincy Willett
6. I Like You: Hospitality Under the Influence. Amy Sedaris
7. Polaroid Transfers: A Complete Visual Guide to Creating Image and Emulsion Transfers. Kathleen Carr
8. Through the Lens: National Geographic’s Greatest Photographs
8 Songs I Could Listen to Over and Over:
You can find all of these on my iPod right now:
1. What’d I Say - Parts I & II - Ray Charles
2. Times Like These - Foo Fighters
3. Where the Streets Have No Name - U2
4. Debaser - Pixies
5. One by One - Foo Fighters
6. Let Love Rule - Lenny Kravitz
7. Better Together - Jack Johnson
8. Burning Love - Elvis Presley
8 Things that Attract Me to My Best Friends:
1. They make me laugh.
2. They’re interesting because they’re all so smart.
3. They always have a shoulder I can lean on when I need one.
4. They’re real people - no pretense.
5. They make time for me.
6. They put up with (and support) my idiosyncrasies.
8. I can learn from them.
8 People I Think Should Do Crazy Eights:
1. Steph
2. Molly
3. Mom
4. Roman
5. Karen
6. Maurita
7. Angela
8. honestly, I don't think more than 8 people even read my blog :)
8 things I’m passionate about:
1. Roman
2. Cleocatra, Alliecat and Independence Eli Powell (aka. Cleo, Allie and Indy)
3. Taking photos
4. Health and Fitness (Lifetime Fitness!)
5. TV - in the form of good writing (like 30 Rock, Six Feet Under, Ugly Betty)
6. The work-week-recovery benefit of weekend naps
7. Being a good friend
8. Recycling
8 things I want to do before I die:
1. Travel (and photograph) Ireland, Australia, Scotland, and as many beaches I can get to
2. Learn how to do freeform peyote stitch and actually finish a project using it
3. Learn to speak Spanish fluently
4. Make a difference in other peoples’ lives
5. Start my own photography business, using alternative processes.
6. Spend a long vacation relaxing in one of those huts that live over the ocean
7. Learn how to scuba dive so I can take some amazing underwater pictures
8. Run (or walk) - ok, finish - a full marathon
8 things I say often:
1.
2. Hey
3. Ohmygod.
4. Whatcha doing?
5. INDY! STOP IT! (he likes to “play” with Cleo, who doesn’t like to “play”)
6. Duh
7. Gotcha
8. I need caffeine.
8 books I’ve read recently (or am still reading):
1. Candyfreak: A Journey through the Chocolate Underbelly of America. Steve Almond
2. The Interruption of Everything. Terry McMilan
3. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. J.K. Rowling
4. Blink: The Power of Thinking Without Thinking. Malcolm Gladwell
5. Jenny and the Jaws of Life: Short Stories. Jincy Willett
6. I Like You: Hospitality Under the Influence. Amy Sedaris
7. Polaroid Transfers: A Complete Visual Guide to Creating Image and Emulsion Transfers. Kathleen Carr
8. Through the Lens: National Geographic’s Greatest Photographs
8 Songs I Could Listen to Over and Over:
You can find all of these on my iPod right now:
1. What’d I Say - Parts I & II - Ray Charles
2. Times Like These - Foo Fighters
3. Where the Streets Have No Name - U2
4. Debaser - Pixies
5. One by One - Foo Fighters
6. Let Love Rule - Lenny Kravitz
7. Better Together - Jack Johnson
8. Burning Love - Elvis Presley
8 Things that Attract Me to My Best Friends:
1. They make me laugh.
2. They’re interesting because they’re all so smart.
3. They always have a shoulder I can lean on when I need one.
4. They’re real people - no pretense.
5. They make time for me.
6. They put up with (and support) my idiosyncrasies.
8. I can learn from them.
8 People I Think Should Do Crazy Eights:
1. Steph
2. Molly
3. Mom
4. Roman
5. Karen
6. Maurita
7. Angela
8. honestly, I don't think more than 8 people even read my blog :)
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Photo of the Week
O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree!
No, it’s not an award-winning picture, but it means a lot to me.
Aunt Sylvia let me pick one of Uncle Pete’s baseball caps after he passed away this past August. He collected the really good hats - authentic and fitted. I picked his Los Angeles Angels hat because he’s the family’s angel now. I’m glad I get to see a reminder of him on my Christmas tree this season.
Aunt Sylvia let me pick one of Uncle Pete’s baseball caps after he passed away this past August. He collected the really good hats - authentic and fitted. I picked his Los Angeles Angels hat because he’s the family’s angel now. I’m glad I get to see a reminder of him on my Christmas tree this season.
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Photo of the Week
Jenifer
In the times I’d spent with my cousin Jenifer in my early years, I don’t remember her smiling a lot - especially in pictures. This picture I took of her at her dad’s gravesite is a favorite because it was spontaneous, and she looks happy. She’s a pretty cool person, and it’s good to see her happy.
I don’t remember when I first met Jenifer. She’s three years older then I am and was raised in Carson City, Nevada. I probably met her when I was about five a The Farm (my grandparents’ house at the left).
She’s the daughter of my Uncle Tim (mom’s brother) and Aunt Bonnie. They have a son, Stephen, who’s only a little younger than me.
I remember getting to know my Uncle Tim when he stayed at my mom’s and my house in Erlanger, Kentucky. He worked for NCR and traveled to our area for training. I remember being nervous and shy around him. He was a grownup, and I didn’t have a lot of experience with grownups.
Uncle Tim (born Stephen Timothy) turned out to be pretty cool. He was the first grownup to treat me like a real person - not just a kid.
Uncle Tim came to visit us several years later. This was after we’d moved to Blue Ash, Ohio. I remember turning 13 the year Tim visited, and I baked a cake with a ton of icing. It was great to have him there to help me celebrate.
I remember we went to the grocery store, and he bought tomatoes, peppers, onions, sour cream and who knows what else, and he made this wonderful concoction that he dipped chips into: salsa. I think it was the most exotic thing I’d tasted up to that point! He also had an evening ritual that I’d never seen: scotch on the rocks. He loved it and even let me try it once. It was AWFUL. I didn’t understand how anyone could consciously ingest the stuff. My thoat hurt and my sinuses were on fire it was so bad. But again, I respected the fact that he treated me like a real person, with real curiosities, and let me make my own mistakes. Uncle Tim was the first grownup who laughed with me and played the all-popular trivia games of the time with me. After he left our house that last time, he left me a gigantic book of trivia with the inscription, “Erin, memorize this!”
Sometime around age 14 or 15, Mom and I visited Carson City for Christmas. It was the first time I’d been away from home for Christmas. I was in my awkward stage (pimples and blue glasses). I had no idea who I was or who I wanted to be. My cousin Jenifer, on the other hand, was the supercool rebel who wore some serious mascara and listened to heavy metal music. My only exposure to that kind of music was seeing Ozzy’s “Shot in the Dark” and Ratt’s “Round and Round” videos on MTV. I noticed that she didn’t show a lot of emotion, except to get frustrated with her parents (as all teenagers could).
The next time I saw Jenifer was in 1988. Uncle Tim had passed away. He’d had a heart attack while hunting with Stephen. Stephen was the one who found his dad, slumped over, clutching his heart. I was devastated.
Jenifer was still the stoic person I’d met, but this time she was sadder. I think she, like I, wished she’d had a chance to get to know her dad better. I think both of us take lessons from him wherever we go: don't take life so seriously; drink the worm; there’s humor everywhere; if you can’t find what you want, make it yourself; live.
Family is everything. Cheers to Uncle Tim for bringing us together.
In the times I’d spent with my cousin Jenifer in my early years, I don’t remember her smiling a lot - especially in pictures. This picture I took of her at her dad’s gravesite is a favorite because it was spontaneous, and she looks happy. She’s a pretty cool person, and it’s good to see her happy.
I don’t remember when I first met Jenifer. She’s three years older then I am and was raised in Carson City, Nevada. I probably met her when I was about five a The Farm (my grandparents’ house at the left).
She’s the daughter of my Uncle Tim (mom’s brother) and Aunt Bonnie. They have a son, Stephen, who’s only a little younger than me.I remember getting to know my Uncle Tim when he stayed at my mom’s and my house in Erlanger, Kentucky. He worked for NCR and traveled to our area for training. I remember being nervous and shy around him. He was a grownup, and I didn’t have a lot of experience with grownups.
Uncle Tim (born Stephen Timothy) turned out to be pretty cool. He was the first grownup to treat me like a real person - not just a kid.
Uncle Tim came to visit us several years later. This was after we’d moved to Blue Ash, Ohio. I remember turning 13 the year Tim visited, and I baked a cake with a ton of icing. It was great to have him there to help me celebrate.
I remember we went to the grocery store, and he bought tomatoes, peppers, onions, sour cream and who knows what else, and he made this wonderful concoction that he dipped chips into: salsa. I think it was the most exotic thing I’d tasted up to that point! He also had an evening ritual that I’d never seen: scotch on the rocks. He loved it and even let me try it once. It was AWFUL. I didn’t understand how anyone could consciously ingest the stuff. My thoat hurt and my sinuses were on fire it was so bad. But again, I respected the fact that he treated me like a real person, with real curiosities, and let me make my own mistakes. Uncle Tim was the first grownup who laughed with me and played the all-popular trivia games of the time with me. After he left our house that last time, he left me a gigantic book of trivia with the inscription, “Erin, memorize this!”
Sometime around age 14 or 15, Mom and I visited Carson City for Christmas. It was the first time I’d been away from home for Christmas. I was in my awkward stage (pimples and blue glasses). I had no idea who I was or who I wanted to be. My cousin Jenifer, on the other hand, was the supercool rebel who wore some serious mascara and listened to heavy metal music. My only exposure to that kind of music was seeing Ozzy’s “Shot in the Dark” and Ratt’s “Round and Round” videos on MTV. I noticed that she didn’t show a lot of emotion, except to get frustrated with her parents (as all teenagers could).
The next time I saw Jenifer was in 1988. Uncle Tim had passed away. He’d had a heart attack while hunting with Stephen. Stephen was the one who found his dad, slumped over, clutching his heart. I was devastated.
Jenifer was still the stoic person I’d met, but this time she was sadder. I think she, like I, wished she’d had a chance to get to know her dad better. I think both of us take lessons from him wherever we go: don't take life so seriously; drink the worm; there’s humor everywhere; if you can’t find what you want, make it yourself; live.
Family is everything. Cheers to Uncle Tim for bringing us together.
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