Cool story of the day

'Feldstein began his project in 1984 with a simple idea: Snap photos of all 676 residents of Oxford. He typed up letters in April that year and delivered them to every home, most of the time taping the notes to the back door.
...

      Brianne Leckness is one of 100 people featured in this project.  

                           She was left on the steps of a church by her mother when she was three years old.

Two decades later, Feldstein set out on a new quest -- to rephotograph as many people as he could find from 1984. But this time he brought along Stephen G. Bloom, a University of Iowa journalism professor, to interview the residents and record their life histories.'

The Oxford Project 

I should be paid for this

If only it was my job to crawl around on the floor with my camera...

Sad Cat

Karen killed the Bad Cat. 

Washing dishes, she dropped one of the glasses from the Fat Cat Uncommon Goods collection.  The red guy.

The collection is no longer available.

This plea goes out to all you savvy interwebs users.  If you can find one for sale (a single glass or the whole collection,) send me the link, and I will package up and send you Phoebe something very cool.

Thank you for your help.

Breakfast with Del

Breakfast at First Watch, we have a three minute wait for a table.  We sit, people watch, and who walks by but Del Donahoo?  I mention how lucky I am that I bring my camera everywhere,  and Karen's response is 'You are not going to take a picture of that poor man with his family.'  I say, no, and feel a little silly for even thinking that I could sneak a pic.  We are then seated, directly next to his table, and I am facing him.  Karen sits down, completely unaware.  I am notoriously bad at hiding anything, so giggly, I tell her how pretty she looks today.  She thinks I'm making fun, and I say 'no, I might even need to take your picture here.'  

I wait for the perfect moment, trying not to look like I'm taking the poor man's picture while he's with his family. I pull out the camera, and Karen, remembering how cute she is today, has decided that she 'will be studying' for the picture.  I can barely hold the camera steady, proud of myself that she still doesn't know that I'm not really taking her picture.  --snap--  I'm chuckling, she asks if she looks silly, so I show her the picture, and point out how lovely she looks, and how lovely Del looks over her shoulder.

The day started with the decision of where to go to avoid the HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE CONSTRUCTION NOISE.  We lived through a few hours of it yesterday, and I gotta say, at 9am, the pounding, clanking, compresser-noise covered by blaring heavy metal was making my ears bleed.  After breakfast, looking for a place for K to finish her homework quietly, I suggested Starbucks.  I found a gift card from last Christmas (thanks, Doug) and it's been in my wallet ever since.  Two driveways from breakfast we found one, and it only took me five minutes to maneuver the 500' distance.  I realized, laughing, that I didn't bring my wallet, which had the gift card.  Whoops.  Fine, we'll get something to drink, plop down in the silence on the interwebs, and chill out for an hour.  We're there for a few minutes when I realized that their WiFi had a charge, and credit card numbers would have to be entered for timeblocks, (um...  am I being punked?) so I was playing in Photoshop.  I hear a jazzy version of a song I know from Elvis Costello, so I shove my little tidbit of knowlege to Karen. 

'This was originally done by Elvis Costello, 'Love for Sale.' 
Karen points out that it sounds like it's probably the original, and maybe Elvis covered it.
                
Blink.                   Blink, Blink.                  

I say no! (please add your own eye-rolling with a condescending tone.) NO! This is probably his new wife, the jazz singer, covering it.  A few minutes went by, and then some grinder machine started to do it's best impression of the HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE CONSTRUCTION NOISE.  Seriously?  It seemed like ten minutes had passed, but the sound stopped.  Karen turned the page in her homework, and realized that she needed the internet to finish.  We headed home, defeated.

We're watching Casablanca for Karen's film class, and early into the film, she joked that 'this is an Elvis Costello song' and she laughed and laughed and rolled her eyes (and so I stabbed her.)  About four minutes later, lo and behold, what song is the bar piano player playing?  Yep.  'Love for Sale'

I want some of these

They look just like large kitties :)

Oh, Sarah

We'll have monkeys!

The drywallers come tomorrow, and we have a huge task ahead of us.  We were planning for their arrival and completion before this weekend, and had figured we'd paint Saturday and Sunday.  Now we're delayed a weekend, and are planning for October 10th.  Carrie, (and Mike, and Will, and anyone else who feels a compulsion to assist us in our plight) please consider this a sincere invitation to join us in Cleveland for pizza and beer and laughs and games and monkeys and, oh yeah...  lots of painting.  (Okay, maybe no monkeys, but we've got connections; we'll see what we can do.)

Oh, the new camera fun

Incorrect grammar in today's blogs

'What to go!'

'You know what they say, out of state, out of mind'

Ba-dum-bum

www.instantrimshot.com/ 

The Walkmen (or what Heather's listening to)

Nothing condescending here...

Carrie uses RSS feeds.  Stay tuned for other very exciting news.


Film at eleven.


I've been told this was condescending.  I apologize.
Redacting is far more fun than removing.

thanks, carrie

Oh, the relaxing we've done

The first official night of my living in the condo, we were quite productive.  We cleaned up the demo area, threw all the scrap wood out the window (either into the dumpster or at the nice neighbor-man who smiled and cheered us on.)  This is where we got REALLY productive.  We trawled for a new camera for Karen.  We drank imported beer.  We watched television.  We reheated pizza.  We downloaded music.  We read the Times Magazine.  What we neglected to do, however, was the Spanish homework that is due tonight.

Whoops.