Yes, I am juvenile.
Read Along With Me
Today’s passage from Notes To Myself.
There is something about compliments that scares me. Part of the reason may be that I am afraid of getting something that can subsequently be taken away. I put myself in the hands of this other person if I let my emotions lean on his statement. Another reason: I am being put on the spot and now must watch my actions to keep him thinking this way about me. Another: There is a part of me that knows I am not as good as his compliment implies. Another: I have often been insincere when saying similar things.
To all who have helped me — Thanks.
A 1:00am Bed Time Is Damaging To Early Blogging
Welcome to the “Late Edition” of Inside The Perimeter. After grabbing a few winks here and there while watching tv, and then dealing with warm weather (no a/c) I finally went to sleep at 1:00am. Needless to say I wasn’t very chipper when the alarms went off at 5:30am, and I finally managed to get going by 7:00am.
Weekends Are Made For
Friday night seems so long ago I don’t recall what I did! Must not have been noteworthy, so I’ll move along…
On Saturday morning I woke early and headed out for my long day. I started the day photographing, first capturing a shot of some secret project that I’m working on, then meeting up with Maigh at Piedmont Park to get a jump start on our People Photography Field Trip. With the Green Market and the Peachtree Jr 5k the park was buzzing with activity even that early in the day. Maigh and I shot until the Field Trip began and then teamed up to shoot the models as well.
With little time to rest I then headed home to get my bicycle so that could head down to Moreland for more fun and festivities. Saturday afternoon saw three of us head out for a twenty-five-cum-twenty-eight mile ride. After a dunk in their pool we cooked dinner, played dominoes, and (I can speak only for myself) drank way too much beer and wine.
On Sunday we all gathered for a run in the country. However, given my physical state on Sunday morning I chose the “Never Leave Camp” approach for fear of tossing my cookies. Now tossing one’s cookies is perfectly acceptable in the city, but country-folk don’t take too kindly to it. After dealing with an incredibly aggrovating allergy attack (ITP needs pollution to survive), eating a wonderful brunch and finishing our game of dominoes, I realized that it was nearly 4pm and I decided it was time for me to return to where I belonged. I drove the majority of our bike route looking for all of the scenic shots I’d seen on the past two rides, but sadly the lighting was crap and didn’t get much. One thing I did “get” was a squirrel in the town of Turin, who made the poor decision of running into the road under my car — city squirrels are so much faster.
ITP Flickr Pic
Maigh brought a couple of people for us to abuse that the People Photography Field Day. This is one of her friends Liz.
On the day I shot a lot of run-of-the-mill portraits. I was trying to think “outside the box” but only this, and one other of similar theme really pleased me. I will say that it was nice to have someone act as a lackey (mostly Maigh for me when I shot, and me for Maigh when she shot) to hold diffusers and reflectors in order to remove unpleasing shadows.
If $4/Gallon Gas Doesn’t Increase Marta Ridership, What Will?
On Friday I stopped at QT and put nearly $55 worth of gas into my car. I had the big trip to Moreland on the schedule and I didn’t want to have to deal with finding gas stations in unfamiliar areas.
One of the affects of charing $55 to my credit card for gas is that I realized that I needed to ride Marta more often. Getting up late this morning cemented this idea because I didn’t want to deal with the flood of traffic that was undoubtedly going to be on Atlanta’s roadways.
I was more than a little surprised to arrive at the parking lot for Marta to find it mostly empty. For a second I had a pleasant thought that today wasn’t Monday after all and that I’d be able to return home and go back to sleep, but alas I quickly snapped back to reality. One of the other pleasant Marta surprises today was that I saw photographer-extraordinaire Romanlily on the train. Truth be told she actually saw me, because I was more-than-half asleep holding up the corner of the train-car this morning.
I Once Again Understand Why Southern Migration Increased Upon The Invention Of Air Conditioning
Ugh. I’ve loved and lost. Most of the times when I whine about lost love it refers to women, today however it refers to air conditioning. On the bright side at least I know how to regain air conditioning, it’s just a matter of breaking the budget and calling up a service. In the future I will be easy to spot. I’ll be the guy riding Marta holding a package of Ramen noodles.
And now for some ideas stolen from LiveJournal…
Current Mood – good but sore from bike riding, alcohol consumption, and poor genetics
Current Music – Sirius Satellite Radio, Channel 26 playing Built To Spill — “Strange”
Website Of The Day – I won’t need a service such as Rate Beer for the next day or two, but that shouldn’t stop me from letting you know about it.
Exercise (b)Log – nothing…. in June
Monthly Foot Mileage – 0 miles
Monthly Wheel Mileage – 0 miles
Mode Of Transportation To Work – Marta
Monthly Marta Rides – 1
Consecutive Days Of Bed-Making (Longest Streak) – 65 (65)
1) Run no fewer than 75 miles
2) Ride no fewer than 100 road miles
3) Ride Marta no fewer than ten times (five round-trips)
4) Read at least one book
5) Make my bed every day