Oh Monday. Sometimes you are okay, but most times I dislike you…
This Weight’s Not Going To Lose Itself, Especially If I Keep Eating Like I Did On Friday
On Friday evening I headed over to ITP-Reader Betsy’s house which was hosting a party thrown by ITP-Reader Terri and had meat supplied by ITP-Reader Tony. Tony brought over a slew (technical term) of brisket, pulled pork, and home-made sausages; I ate as if I were a man on Death Row consuming his final meal. If you remember the opening scene of Monty Python’s movie The Meaning Of Life as I left the party I felt like that man who exploded.
I plan to return to exercising this week. Don’t strain your eyes looking for me, however, as I’m going to continue to fly solo for a while.
If You Think Kickboxing Is Hard, You Should Try Photographing It
I woke early on Saturday morning with a very full stomach (gee, I wonder why?). This gave me plenty of time to head to midtown and attend the kickboxing photography workshop put on by Atlanta Photography Exhibit. I arrived early (of course), in fact early enough to wander over to Krispy Kreme for a coffee and donut — why I didn’t bring my camera with me to Krispy Kreme, I still don’t know.
The start of the workshop was ominous at best. There was to be a portrait session which ran in tandem with the competition shooting. Unfortunately, traffic was snarled on The Connector so the combatants and doctor arrived late. When
we Maigh finally cajoled some of the fighters into come over for portraits it turned into an Atlanta Photographers Guild meeting at Elliott Street Pub with photogs climbing all over each other in order to take photos. Because I don’t thrive in this sort of Battle Royale Photography I shut down, backed away, and waited for the real fighting to begin. I’ve come to the conclusion that I am going to avoid signing up for studio workshops unless I can be guaranteed that this sort of paparazzi behavior will not be tolerated, because I’m not getting my money’s worth if it is.
I have a renewed respect for sports photographers. Shooting a fast action sport such as kickboxing in the poor lighting of a local gym is fucking brutal. I may have walked away with a dozen shots that please me, but I’ve already thrown away at least one hundred and have not completed my editing yet.
One Book Read, Nearly One Book Heard, And One Book Purchased
This weekend I accomplished a monumental task (for me) by completing a book that I had started reading. Admittedly the book, Joe McNally’s The Hot Shoe Diaries, was an easy read but has been read! W00t!
I am almost completely done listening to Carl Haissen’s Native Tongue, and have purchased and downloaded Richard Feynman’s Perfectly Reasonable Deviations From The Beaten Track for my next listen. I am really trying to make my Audible pay off — now if I could only get them to remember my password so that I didn’t have to log in every time I restart iTunes.
Stats & Goals
Current Mood – okay
Current Music – listening to one of Leo Laporte’s “The Tech Guy” podcasts
Website Of The Day – Feel like being creative with some of your portraiture photography? Check out PhotoFunia.
Mode Of Transportation To Work – my car
Exercise (b)Log – nothing
Monday Morning Weigh-In – 199 pounds
Foot Mileage – 0 miles, Wheel Mileage – 0 miles
Consecutive Days Of Bed-Making (Longest Streak) – 6 (6)
Vegetarian Days – 0, Carnivorous Days – 5
Marta Rides – 0
none, and this is not an April Fools joke
– Reduce my weight to 190 pounds (today’s weight was 199.5 pounds)
– Completely read the book 1001 Paintings You Must See Before You Die
– Earn at least $150 through photography sales in order to cover the cost for the renewal of the Jalapeño Beach SmugMug account I opened the other day.
– Save $500 for the sole purpose of donating to charitable organizations of my choice
– Attend at least one professional photography workshop
– Continue backing up all data, including the off-site storage
– Become a proficient programmer in Objective-C (iPhone development) and Ruby on Rails (Black Sheep web page concept)
– Do not create a solution for something which is not a problem