check out the stupidest project i’ve ever done
IT’S CALLED EYE CANDY, DO YOU GET IT AM I BEING OBVIOUS ENOUGH
hi-resolution on flickr
oh, sam. i enjoy these, a lot.
today’s been a particularly great day to over hear her.
frequently, she talks to her cat. aloud. loudly.
i woke up to:
“oh, SHIT. well, i don’t have my cell phone on me. [unlocks and opens door again] HI CAT. i’m not back i just forgot my phone. ok. GOT IT. see ya later.”
and just now:
“[knock, knock, knock on the door across from me] hello? [knock, knock] are you HOME? [pound, pounding away at the door now] your KEYS are in the DOOR. [pounding, furiously] HELLO?” at this point the resident came up the back steps, presumably with her laundry basket. “oh. HI. your keys were left in your door, which is definitely a safety concern. i could’ve GONE RIGHT IN!”
i do wish it wasn’t so hard to continue a conversation with her, i’m often curious why a 50-something year old woman is living alone, in corryville, in a 250 sq ft apartment with a cat.
would a used D3100 for $400 be worthwhile?
(i realize this is dependent on condition. but, in general? it comes with a pretty standard 18-55 f3.5-5.6 lens)
Went for a hike in the woods with a work friend / design client today. (Taken with instagram)
last night i started making a list of the things i require (or very much desire.. and would be willing to let go because of cost, really) for the next place I find myself living.
i’m actually not willing to give in on the dishwasher.
these are mostly the result of living in corryville for the last 2.5 years.
About a month ago, I took a bunch of kids on a field trip to get their eyes tested for glasses. One little kindergartener was terrified the whole time, so for 5 hours I carried her around and tried to cheer her up and turn the tests into games.
This morning, little Anna came running up to me on my way into the health clinic, and hugged my legs. I complimented her on her brand new glasses and she grinned so big I swear it reached her ears.
Most days, I really like my job.
“So I rolled up to this hotel and it’s like super swank and shit.. And the next morning I just wanted some breakfast so I went down to the restaurant and I just want some motherfuckin frosted flakes, but no! It’s all just quiches and mixed fruits and shit!!”
Love the way this dude tells stories.
Sweet potato and black bean quesadilla mountain! (Taken with instagram)
in mid January definitely seems off.
But I’m going to take advantage of this. And be glad I’m still in a 4th floor apartment where the sounds of raindrops are easily heard.
To preface, and tell an additional story about him, my grandfather’s vision has progressively worsened to the point now that he is almost blind. However, he still has a valid driver’s license because when he and my grandmother went to renew theirs, he had her take the vision test first and listened to her answers, memorized them and repeated the letters back to pass.
We do not let him drive, though.
Roughly a week ago, a VA van was coming to his house to pick them up for a doctor’s appointment. He decided to go out and move their car, to make room for the van to pull in. Twenty minutes later, he came back into the house and told my grandma “Mom, your car has a boo-boo. I was moving toward the back of the driveway when the wind blew and the car skidded off the driveway and into the tree at the bottom of the hill.”
So really, he hit a patch of ice that he couldn’t see and lost control. But, being the stubborn Italian man that he is, he decided to blame the damage on the wind.
A home cooked lunch send off, spinach mushroom and tomato tortellini soup. (Taken with instagram)
for whatever reason, i’ve been dreaming about how my life may be different had i made different choices in the last few years.
the outcomes have varied, from having chosen the opposite of: staying in new york, switching majors/dropping out of school, and not taking the offer for my current job.
i feel like i made the right choices by coming back to cincinnati, finishing undergrad and working with americorps.. but these dreams are hinting otherwise.
probably, i just spent way too long writing that statement of intent that i sent off in applications.
grad school, please accept me and give me lots of money to attend you. simply applying has been debilitating. also, the choice about what to do next will be very difficult, if not made for me.
