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long day, still ticking jerry
after a night of nightmares
which when coupled with my own loop tape of fristration
keps me from sleeping till first light
has his first 'overnight potty accident' at 6:45 am
and he tried vallianty to return to sleep
but didnt.
so

we did nap for three hours this afternoon
but not solidly for me
having my own nightmares.
He woke from the nap in the WORST mood Ive ever experienced.
(Rivaled and topped the TV fit that was what brough on my final straw...)
I finally walked away and made dinner...
a nice bit of hormone free beef, baked sweet potatoe, edamame, and mac n cheese, with a homeopathic chocolate milk.
THE KID ATE AN ADULTS PORTION OF FOOD.
can you say WICKED growth spurt.

This spurt
coupled with me changing meds, having my moon phase,
and the brain chemistry shift caused my having indulged in my dear clove cigs
durring this rough patch
are going to make for a touchy couple of days.

I am calm. I am calm. I am calm.

meanwhile
with last nights lack of sleep and the hormonal onslaught
I thought
id crash to a near dead state quickly tonight
but no

Yearning doing a tango with anger

sends me downstairs again
to trio dalamads, home made hummus and a hard cider
which i hope
when coupled with a lore tab
will knock my ass out for the first decent nights sleep in a week.
ugh

tomorrow,
catering prep for a surprise party a neighbor is throwing for her mum on saterday.
I had to dumb down my usual flair
as this is a mayo and white bread crowd.
Im doing two avant guard selections...
but we darent more.

Its nice to be appreciated and taken seriously for my talents.

Monkey see, monkey do

one of me, two possible of jerry.

http://www.faceyourmanga.com/

dear photographer friends
do take a peek at the POST with the pic of the boy in the barrel with the eye patch.
PUHWEEEEEEEEEEZE!!!!!!

(edited to add... Im NOT asking for a crit of THAT pic... read that post and peek at the ALBUM that pic links to. EEEP. Language skill FAIL!)

Id like your input most of all.

I want a ROUGH crit ! and opinions.
( ON THE SNAP SHOT ALBUM AS A WHOLE)
not so much for artistic content, as Im not going for art photos here.
I'm going for practical... 'I can give you a good album here' and 'you will pay me for it'
viability.

Id love some thoughts on price structure...
I know nobody I know does this sort of thing directly... so Im HOPING im not stepping on toes
announcing this potential direction.

Id also love some input on cameras... not details like what to buy...
but what you love or hate about your guns? doing location gigs. etc.

Send me msg privately if you prefer.
Scott, Evi, Kyle, Damian, JIM to name a few, (although Im sure im forgetin someone) I'm talkin to YOU!

THANX for your time.

Click on the pic below to see an experimental album.

My neighbor had a birthday party for her son yesterday and I took the oppertunity to practice an idea Ive been brewing to shoot kids parties and events.

I usta be quite a shutterbug in my college days, bu the cost of materials involved caused me to focus elsewhere. (And I was ENGAGED to Phillys 1 Camera shop Lab mannager... IT WAS STILL EXPENSIVE.)

Now that the digital age is appon us and I am trying to plumb new ideas for income that woulndt take me away from being an at home/ quality parent to my child... I am considering buying my own serious equiptment and giving kids events a go.

I could bring jerry (when approproate) and build my prices as my availability and reputation increase.

I dont want to be an ART photographer... though I do some. I dont want to be a portrait photographer... though I catch them. Id call myself a hired gun snapshot photographer in this case.

My friend was THRILLED that Id be there to catch pics because she was busy hosting. THATS THE HOOK!

Id like your critique:

on the photos themselves?
As to the viability of the idea?
If you think my images are worth PAYING for?
(What would you be willing topay? For me to attend for a day? For A disk handed over unedited?
For edited work? ANY why THAT price?)

(replies will be open... and dont pull any punches. I want the info STRAIGHT!)

The images below (about 50 or so out of 300) are straight from the camera with NO editing of ANY kind.

PLEASE Clicky the pic and go to the album on photobucket, then come back here and crit. THANKS

No ammount of content is to much or too little.

This way to the great dino dig...

J-bear dancin for rainbows
and
the pot of gold at the end of MY rainbow

When it rains, it pours.

Then there are puddles.

I dropped my cell phone in one of those puddles.

Now it will only receive calls, however, i can hardly hear it ring because the volume was low on the phone when it got wet.

SO, if you want to reach me, you'll have to call me.

If I don't answer, hang up and try again.

If that doesn't work after a try or three, depending on your level of urgency, leave a message INCLUDING contact info.

Then try again later anyway.

Ill check messages as I can from Eric business line in the house as long as I'm in the house... where the phone is, because I don't suppose it a very good idea to take that phone anywhere... cause its still raining.

HOPEFULLY the phone will dry out and work again soon... lord knows I cant afford to replace the phone which 'it wasn't worth buying insurance for'...

Le sigh.

m.

Take The Animal Archetype Test at HelloQuizzy

Because apparently my time spent blogging is "mental masturbation"... I bring you squirrels. (funny, I thought my time spent blogging was maintaining contact with my friends from which I have been physically removed, my creative self from which I have been emotionally removed, and an exersize in cataloging my past experiences to try to decide what I want to be when I grow up... not unlike the project he worked on which led to his grad epiphany... herm)

i went to the dentist

the didnt have my apointment logged in the book

they might have sent me packing if I handnt had the card to show them

they tried to bums rush me since they were double booked saying "Oh, wed had you come back for the cleaning anyway." but I stood my ground.

I will be going back for two sessions of wisdom teeth pulling.

One needs to be done and may be at the route of the headaches i have on the left side of my head.
Another is not far behind.
The other two are okay, but who wants a lop sides mouth.

heres the pisser.

NO CAVITIES.

NO CAVITIES?

Holey hell... how is that possible?

MEANWHILE

My new friend Ricki took me... as Eric had other things to do... and what a hoot.

I offered her lunch after... and we stopped at Taco Bell... I'm a class act, what can I say. She didnt want lunch. Only an caramel apple empanada and a coffee. So we order... and they have NO COFFEE. Apparently this taco bell hasnt had coffee for ten years. Ricki, who can only be described as 'special' and is hopped up on pain killers (legitimatly) just stares at them blankly and with utter earnest confusion says: "No coffee?!!?? Wha-do-people-do? I mean this is Taco bell... Hispanics gotta have their coffee... and you have no coffe here?" THEN she scans the room in that 'did i offend' way and says "Oh... was that not political... oh the thing" I reply "politically correct is what yer looking for, and NO. it wasnt. But its true... Im french and its the same way for us." The staff is backing away slowly at this point... so I take Ricki by the elbow and say "C'mon Ricki... time to get back to the padded room now."

Thats how the afternoon started.

I love ricki.

Normal people are boring.

I need nap now... clean later and prepare for dinner guest later.

requesting a wee bit of mild mojo if youve any extra for something so superfluous as my session of dental work after over seven years neglect... MEEP

Current Mood: intimidated

A collage made by jerry and myself for fathers day. (The recipient was showed a lack of whelm...)
Closer look in myspace

This is what I made for that library fund raiser. Key lime cheese cake (chocolate ghram crust)
I hear tell they went FAAAASt

I just watched the film
sharing the title of this post.

I don’t think any film has ever left me feeling
quite so
raw.

(Synopsis below…)

I am angry.
I am sad.

Was this kid a fierce individualist who was truly living a higher and esoteric existence?
or
Was he a spoiled arrogant brat who didn’t know to cherish what he had around him (even though some of it was pretty fucked up) playing the worst game of passive aggression possible?

Those of you who REALLY know me may be sort of aware of why this film hits so deeply home.

I find myself at the end of it wanting to cut the straps off my boys booster seat… just the containing ones… the ones I now newly view as a symbol of hypocrisy. Yes, I could remove them easily and neatly as they were designed to be for laundering sake… but the cut straps might make the point.

ANYWAY,

Wikipedia the story here if you so choose
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christopher_McCandless

That entry ends with the note “Others have speculated that McCandless' risk-taking and overconfident behavior which led to his death stemmed from an untreated mental illness, such as bipolar disorder or schizophrenia.”

I will NOT spend tonight surfing the web. I will clean up the house and prepare to face the dentists’ chair tomorrow (for the first time in over five years)

FILM SYNOPSIS

A young man leaves his middle class existence in pursuit of freedom from relationships and obligation. Giving up his home, family, all possessions but the few he carried on his back and donating all his savings to charity Christopher McCandless (Emile Hirsch) embarks on a journey throughout America. His eventual aim is to travel into Alaska, into the wild, to spend time with nature, with 'real' existence, away from the trappings of the modern world. In the 20 months leading up to his Great Alaskan Adventure his travels lead him on a path of self-discovery, to examine and appreciate the world around him and to reflect on and heal from his troubled childhood and parents' sordid and abusive relationship. When he reaches Alaska he finds he has been insufficiently prepared for the hardships to come. Despite making it through the winter his plan is ill-judged and prepares to return home in spring, only to find the stream he crossed in the snow has become an impassable raging torrent and that he is trapped. With no means of sustaining himself adequately he eventually starves to death in his so sought after isolation. Throughout his epic journey the people he meets both influence and are influenced by the person he is and bring him to the eventual and tragic realization that "Happiness is only real when shared".

"Happiness is only real when shared".

Is it?

I guess it depends who one is sharing it with.

I've re set my journal to public.

hopefully this will not bite me on the butt.

It was a moist and humid day and the sky opened up and splooshed, leaving cool puddles on the hot sidewalk...

Out came the camera.... and many fabulous snaps were shot. Not all have photographic merit,

but if you are so inclined please do VOTE for your favourite (out of the 26 posted) (selected from 100 shot) at
MYSPACE (the first file... labeled Jerry berry puddle duck