The parole of a shy person

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166605292012-02-16T23:04:03.038-05:00The parole of a shy person<i>At any given moment you're surrounded by more dumb people than smart people. --CW Hinch</i>Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.comBlogger3011100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-59040127735507060762012-02-03T12:54:00.006-05:002012-02-03T12:54:00.717-05:00A silver lining to inflation?

I've noticed that my sense of humor turns a bit dark when times get difficult. Lately, I've hit a period where I am, once again, unemployed as a photographer. I have enough money to get by, but my lifestyle becomes one of increased and slightly painful frugality. If I have one bad food I really enjoy eating, it's got to be french fries. The larger the order, the better. Particularly the

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-74056097750057852062012-01-26T10:46:00.000-05:002012-01-30T13:54:09.012-05:00In a rut.

*grin* I'm still in a melancholic mood. So bear with me as I try to exorcise this mood with some cathartic musings. I earned a degree in engineering, largely working weeknights and weekends at several jobs to pay for it as well as my living expenses. I got this degree mostly to satisfy my parents, though in some part to finish what I started as a badge of pride. I might as well use the

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-76937106253214591012011-12-17T13:23:00.001-05:002011-12-17T13:23:00.807-05:00It's going to be a blue Christmas, because I don't have green

At this time of year, I end up joining several Santa's helper gift groups amongst family and friends. I can't deny that it's easier on the wallet, but it's still a pain to search for things within the limits of each group's budget. I find that the things I would want to add to my wish list often exceed those price ceilings. It's not that I can't find things under the caps, it's just that the

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-34629329071420720002011-11-27T13:48:00.000-05:002011-11-27T13:48:25.112-05:00Time waits for no one.

I've often wondered, as I take a look through my older posts, if I've changed at all in the past six years that I've been blogging. With all that's gone on in the past few years, with losing my longtime job, then returning to college for an engineering degree, and finally bouncing from employer ever since. Not to mention the disastrous relationships I've endured in that time. I suppose I've

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-89262924476499295562011-10-31T20:57:00.026-04:002011-11-01T21:06:32.826-04:00Back Atcha!

I had heard of the figure of speech, throwing words back at someone. However, I've never understood why people would do that. I didn't that is until I got into a disagreement with my supervisor who had said I did something wrong and after some discussion on the situation, said I had done all the right things but still tried to place the blame on me. For the first time, I truly understood the

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-79211999079395432262011-09-28T20:10:00.000-04:002011-09-28T20:10:41.263-04:00How many ways can I split a hair?

It's regrettable, but life has taken a turn for extremely busy lately. In a mindless way that prevents me from being my usual introspective self. So many things on my plate, all demanding attention if I want to have a sound future. I'm making plans to improve on my financial situation and ease my reliance on working with this portrait studio that is basically making hundreds of dollars a day

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-9554752693571473552011-07-30T16:22:00.003-04:002011-07-30T16:24:22.852-04:00Is it right to pursue happiness?

I took part in a local photoshoot last week. I was quite proud of myself. I walked into a location where I knew no one and at the end of the shoot, had made several new friends. Or rather, they made me a friend of theirs, as I felt like I joined a circle of people who get along and have a similar sense of humor. There were certainly moments of fun and hilarity that I hadn't realized I'd been

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-92184641204867856682011-06-28T11:34:00.000-04:002011-06-28T11:34:57.285-04:00Is it really admirable?

I've been reading a novel about a female heroine who reels from one surprising situation to the next, all the while trying to seek a return to the life she once had before the novel starts. One of the things about this character that I found admirable in the story was her stubborn persistence to focus on getting what she wanted in spite of the circumstances that befell her. As I continued to

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-12863090375863892232011-05-03T19:33:00.005-04:002011-05-03T19:36:15.249-04:00Hello, my name is Grant...

Things have been very busy these past few months. So busy that I had completely forgotten to post anything here. No excuse, I know, I know. But it happened and nothing I can do will bring me back in time to adjust the past. Actually, I had blocked some time to write something Saturday, but my car decided to call my attention to the fact that it wasn't stopping very well. So that time went to

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-27871820558250153562011-02-20T10:18:00.001-05:002011-02-20T10:18:00.521-05:00Ignorance is bliss, I say!

Last night, I attended a friend's wedding as a guest. So I dressed in my finest clothes to celebrate his nuptials. It was great to see the happy couple enjoying their day. During the cocktail hour, another guest inadvertently stepped on my Bruno Maglis. My initial reaction was entirely a consequence of my current lifestyle. Now, I'm not a shoe aficionado, but when I was younger and in better

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-81635342200597721302011-01-30T09:19:00.005-05:002011-01-30T09:22:20.758-05:00Picking the fruit when it is ripe

It's been an exhausting month, planning things for a future that allows me to pursue my passion, and I simply haven't had much time to put my thoughts into words of late. For these next two days, some of my plans are coming into fruition and I am having a bout of trepidation on whether or not I am going to be able to think on my feet fast enough to execute these plans I have made. As much as I

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-10425381536072156912010-12-18T16:38:00.000-05:002010-12-18T16:38:30.282-05:00Just sitting in a pool of negativity

I don't know what has happened in the past few weeks. Plans that I have made these past couple of weeks have been unrelentingly derailed by other circumstances. Optimistic plans that would get me into a better part of my life. My car stopped working this week. I had been having trouble getting it started for a while now, and I knew that the starter motor was probably on its last legs. Well,

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-13299229354038301932010-11-09T19:22:00.000-05:002010-11-09T19:22:37.397-05:00Repressed

I don't know how to explain what I'm feeling lately beyond that I'm hedged in by circumstances which make me feel that I am being repressed. This repression is feeding the growing iceberg of my frustration. It's a frustration that I can't ease because I need things that can only be obtained through time and patience. And I am slowly losing the battle against my impatience. Unable to speak

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-74378898890813649742010-10-11T16:35:00.001-04:002010-10-11T16:37:26.281-04:00Going round and round

There are times when I feel like I am circling in place, round and round, as I wait for fortune to smile upon me and let me move one step closer to the goals I have set for myself. It was worse when I was trying to be an engineer. Technology changes so fast that I felt that even though I learned something, I was already behind because something had come out to make my knowledge obsolete. An

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-91767761027237477242010-09-20T20:19:00.000-04:002010-09-20T20:19:44.466-04:00Such varied paths we must take to a goal

I've always wondered why I've been attracted to women who have strong, upbeat personalities. Some people might describe them as overbearing or opinionated. It would seem that I was asking for a severely bruised ego by going after someone with a dominating personality. You know, shy, introverted guy interested in a brash, extroverted female. Undoubtedly the standard opposites attract cliche.

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-87993627152891266532010-09-12T18:11:00.000-04:002010-09-12T18:15:54.571-04:00The question it happens to be

I have always felt a bit melancholic at this time of year. Even as a child. Summer ends, school begins, and the carefree idleness goes away to meeting the expectations and doing the work of others. Though it isn't the only reason that this time of year reminds me of the fact that the innocence of youth has come to an end. One particular summer, years long gone by, as a child (teenager, really

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-12416294852777190052010-09-06T17:56:00.000-04:002010-09-06T17:56:20.308-04:00Boys of summer?

So, on this 116th official Labor Day, I didn't take out my camera, I didn't work on pictures, and I wasn't working some event. I did what many Americans do. I burned some meat. I tried to recapture my youth by hitting around a cork centered, leather wrapped ball as hard as I could. I ate too much. I watched other people's children run around. I made balloon animals for them. It was an

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-36115792082253104152010-08-18T22:30:00.004-04:002010-08-18T23:24:45.725-04:00Stop looking at the surface

I was doing a photo shoot a couple of weekends ago. It was a portrait session for a young woman who wanted photos for her portfolio. For my protection more than hers, I suggested she bring a friend as an escort. She brought her mother.Can you imagine how awkward that is? Maybe yes, maybe no. Imagine that you're male working with a young woman who is scantily clad and mom is looking over your

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-55321984717512838312010-07-13T22:49:00.003-04:002010-07-13T23:01:30.712-04:00Those odd little details.

Today, I was riding the elevator down on my way back home. In the elevator were two women. To avoid making eye contact, I looked down at the boots of the younger woman in front of me. Suddenly, she thrust her hips forward. I'm not made of steel, so I couldn't help but look up. As I tried to avoid being a pervert, I continued the movement so that I looked her straight in the eye. We made eye

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-85907810027058767872010-06-27T23:12:00.003-04:002010-06-28T00:04:32.460-04:00Wanna see?

So, today, I'm a bit confused. I'd gone to a party to see if I could get out of the doldrums I had been feeling lately. I was talking to a young woman in her early twenties. She had just gotten the surprise of her life when her boy friend, a marine, had come back home prior to being deployed to Afghanistan.I won't share most of the conversation, but at some point, we came across the topic of

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-36419293369799575712010-06-25T21:19:00.004-04:002010-06-25T21:33:29.406-04:00No playlist for my mood

Feeling a bit low right now. Listening to music and the happy and upbeat songs are grating on my nerves. I've been skipping past them when I hear the first few bars on my stereo.I had tried to, I don't know, apply for this opportunity to assist on several weddings across the country, all expenses paid, spanning several weeks starting the beginning of next month. Granted I would have made no

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-19855044530535674872010-06-20T11:18:00.005-04:002010-06-20T11:32:43.058-04:00Will that ache go away?

It's Fathers day. Sorry, the morning of Father's Day. I am trying to relax my aching jaw from clenching them so tightly from anger. Anger at my own family. My mother has said so many insensitive things to me in the span of ten minutes that have made me so angry that I am contemplating walking out.When I say that I am contemplating walking out, I don't mean stepping out the door, getting in my

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-15716771731238699512010-06-15T12:24:00.004-04:002010-06-15T12:39:47.801-04:00Do you feel lucky?

This past week, I have heard from four different couples I know, an assortment of family, friends and acquaintances, who are getting divorced. Obviously, I don't know all the details. But I do know that for them, the honeymoon is well and truly over. It's sad. And it leaves me with a cold feeling inside.That cold feeling is the hand of fear gripping at my soul that I may some day find the

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-28830349412232490732010-05-14T11:38:00.003-04:002010-05-14T11:50:51.238-04:00Calm before the storm

Heh. My last post didn't quite elicit the response I was hoping for. No surprise really, considering the small audience I have, feminists notwithstanding.Honestly, I have nothing to say, let alone write about recently. Things in my life this past month have been steady, without any of the ups and downs I'm accustomed to dealing (really, it should be griping about. I was being honest, right?)

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-39498218850852172692010-04-08T09:35:00.000-04:002010-04-08T09:35:00.573-04:00I want you to want me.

I don't know quite what it is. Perhaps it's the warming air, the hint of green promise, or the sounds of birds singing their sweet melodies in the air. I have been hit with a rather serious case of melancholy.For some reason, as I have been trying to do some editing on recent shoots of couples I have taken, I am more aware of the changing season this year. Spring. The season of renewal. The

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-22404010702613164452010-03-09T00:14:00.004-05:002010-03-09T00:23:21.722-05:00A field of broken dreams

Would you ken my meaning when I tell you that I am sacrificing my future for a dream?Will you understand that the depths of my despair is the fear of failure?Do you hear me in the night when I lay awake, gnawed at by worry that those who doubt me are right?Is my need to be better than I am tomorrow something that endears me to you? Or do you despise me for it?Can you see that I have walked

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-81894259784241381412010-03-01T17:35:00.003-05:002010-03-01T17:56:24.916-05:00Adaptability

I tried to watch TV for the first time in a long while. I wanted to see the US-Canada hockey game and the closing ceremonies. It didn't happen, though. I turned on the TV and discovered it had died. *sigh* When I had a steady job, I would have gone out and bought a new one. Preferably something that incorporated the latest technology. And probably as large as I could get into my

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-85835545792611778082010-02-26T11:57:00.003-05:002010-02-26T12:08:48.570-05:00Give me a break. Twice.

I broke my hand last year, about mid-December. I didn't whine about it by posting here because there wasn't really anything I could do about it. No medical coverage and, of course, no regular income to pay for anyone to wrap it up. Besides, it was probably only a fracturing of the bone. nothing to do but take it easy. Right.I spent most of December and January working as a photographer. All

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-50005608507453798532010-02-20T11:48:00.005-05:002010-02-20T12:08:23.667-05:00H-U-M-O-R!

0k. I had thought by now that so few people were following me that I could get away with posting a bit of humor as I see it. I received a couple of comments recently on my latest post from a couple of women who were nonplussed by my stab at "prison" humor. Since deleted, in case you're looking.I can see that my humor has clouded the point of my post, and while I won't remove it because it

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-51725123263655281672010-02-14T09:39:00.005-05:002010-02-14T10:11:55.541-05:00A hypocrite in a tux?

I read an article in the newspaper that less 6% of couples who get married last 50 years. Only a third make it to 25 years. I have observed wedding receptions where the MC asks those dancing couples on the dance floor who have been married less than a certain amount of time to have a seat. Eventually, everyone sits.Now granted, those numbers don't take into account the number of couples who

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-33662462384506272382010-01-11T11:47:00.003-05:002010-01-11T12:02:15.890-05:00Turtle in a shell

These past two weeks, I've been resembling a turtle hidden inside its shell, thoughts, desires and feelings hidden within and unknown. You might think I may be suffering from depression. Yesterday, I thought it might be until I reviewed the past two weeks. I've finally recovered from a serious bout with an upper respiratory infection that has hounded me since Thanksgiving. Pushing myself too

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-58990633780493417932009-12-26T15:47:00.004-05:002009-12-26T15:58:26.741-05:00We are all frauds some of the time

So, this year, I got to shoot Santa. I mean I took pictures of Santa. Fortunately, where I was working, I don't have to wear any of those silly green outfits. Sounds like torture, doesn't it?What if I told you that I had an idiotic grin on my face? Yeah, even my grinch-like self, could smile on this holiday. Not that I'm any happier about the holiday, per se. It's more that I got to see all these

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-81278037176157813832009-12-01T22:31:00.004-05:002009-12-01T22:49:06.068-05:00Speak and remove all doubt

Again, I find myself reading what I wrote and realizing that I wrote what has happened to me instead of what I am thinking. There has to be a way to balance the two themes. Perhaps there isn't. *shrug*I often get accused of being stubborn. Obstinate. More so than a mule. I tend to think that I'm consistent and persistent. Allow me to put it this way. As children, we are taught to tell the

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-25628053038842240692009-11-21T20:55:00.003-05:002009-11-21T21:19:57.997-05:00A season to give thanks?

So, Thanksgiving holiday is around the corner and for some reason, I am wondering what I should be thankful for. *chuckle* You'll forgive me if I snort with derision on the thought.I shall list the things that have happened since the last post. Let me know if I should be in a thankful frame of mind right now.My car's transmission decided to stop working one chilly morning as I drove in the

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-42851031127583660462009-10-14T18:49:00.003-04:002009-10-14T19:45:34.802-04:00Patting myself on the back here.

I was doing the school portrait thing again to supplement my income and found myself at a catholic school today. And for the record, private school kids are no more well behaved than public school kids. In fact, they are sometimes worse because shouting at them doesn't work either.Anyway, I spent the day taking kids portraits and most of the day was unremarkable. Except for one fifteen minute

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-44579248226712778402009-10-04T18:33:00.005-04:002009-10-04T18:58:04.924-04:00It is better to give than receive

So, this evening, I stopped at the local chinese food restaurant to pick up some dinner. I saw a young asian girl there who I could tell was adopted, because she was pure chinese stock and her mom was caucasian. As an aside, I am glad someone wants to have her in their life that isn't bound by certain cultural expectations.While I waited for my food, I watched as this young girl saw a sign where

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-76453443441062158232009-09-28T14:12:00.005-04:002009-10-04T18:57:46.617-04:00When Pride Attacks

As I have progressed on my path to becoming a professional photographer, I have had more and more trouble remaining humble. The reason I have trouble is that when I show the images I have taken or created, I almost always get great comments and praise on these images. All that great feedback makes it too easy to rest on my laurels. I know that I can improve, and the hardest part is keeping the

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-10769114288712771502009-08-12T13:47:00.001-04:002009-08-12T13:49:36.055-04:00Without bad times, there'd be no good times

I was sitting in the library today, and a pair of christians sat down next to me. They were an odd pair, one who was obviously in retirement and the other of south asian ancestry. Odder still is their choice of location to have their conversation: the quietest section of the library.In fact, I wasn't even paying attention to them at first as I was fixated on trying to resolve the latest woe to

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-15121823512650582962009-07-06T10:43:00.005-04:002009-07-06T11:06:07.540-04:00Is the American Dream dead?

I spent my July fourth weekend upstate visiting some friends and family. I wish I could say that I enjoyed it all. I have had another setback, I suppose. The job I was counting on didn't hire me. I can't understand why, since I felt I was a strong candidate for the position. With that, I went on this mini-vacation in a subdued and contemplative mood.I don't have much of a taste for alcohol,

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-25192524574899267572009-06-23T21:30:00.003-04:002009-06-23T21:57:11.888-04:00Like a starving man dreams of food.

So, I had an interview today. I think it went well. Now, I need to be patient and see if I make the cut. Of course, I hope that I do. Though, I have a bad feeling that my hopes will be dashed yet again.Things haven't changed much in my life. I'm still laying awake at nights wondering if the money I have on hand will be enough for the month. And then wondering if I'll have any income at all

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-38806331159708507012009-05-21T07:44:00.004-04:002009-05-21T08:40:18.789-04:00Time to do what you're meant to do

It's been uneventful lately. Not that I'm complaining! It makes for few posts here, but it means that I'm not being beset by misfortune. I've been looking for a more consistent job because getting laid off every few months isn't working for me. I may have to relegate advancing my photographic career to the weekends so that I can continue having a place to sleep and food to eat. It doesn't

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-67613914565576030592009-04-01T17:51:00.005-04:002009-04-01T18:46:13.288-04:00What has this world come to?

Lately, I've been working occasionally as a portrait photographer at some local elementary schools. For the simple reason that it allows me to pay my bills, besides allowing me to work as a photographer. It has its good points and its bad points as an occupation.The good points, I've touched on from time to time in past posts. They include not having an agenda besides having fun. No deceitful

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-77184982973692796092009-03-13T19:28:00.003-04:002009-03-13T20:09:01.021-04:00New Demeanor

So, it finally happened, I guess. I knew that being unemployed was weighing down upon me, but I didn’t realize how much until I walked into my favorite office and got a surprising reaction from someone else. There is this young woman that happens to be in the same area I happen to sit in at Panera and she has a very generous and outgoing personality.I’ve had time to observe her these past couple

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-69410338403251540652009-02-13T14:46:00.004-05:002009-02-13T14:54:48.142-05:00V-day

Tomorrow, I’ll be working again. For the first time in a three months. I have been living very frugally during this time between jobs because of an inability to collect my unemployment checks. I won’t make any new comments on the fallacies of the NYS DOL, as again, they failed to come through in my time of need. No surprise there, when you think about it, since it the number of layoffs in

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-9396289911913656262009-01-09T23:32:00.004-05:002009-01-09T23:47:58.071-05:00New year, same old $#!%

I've been invited by a friend to go shoot some people. Before I get tagged as the next mass murderer, allow me to clarify. I've been invited to go play paintball. It's been five years since I started to seriously enjoy paintball, but in the past few years, the expense has kept me from enjoying it as often as I would like. I just counted the last time I actually played and it was in 2007! I

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-10548253630402135202009-01-03T23:08:00.004-05:002009-01-03T23:40:33.734-05:00For old time's sake

I went over to a friend's house on Friday night and kind of celebrated the new year (again) with them. Somehow the conversation turned to the topic of me being the only single guy in the room. Felt really comfortable about that. I kept dodging the issue, but finally caved in to explain to them why I was still single. I recounted (only slightly embellished) some of the recent potential females

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-57809350207985886102008-12-20T12:27:00.005-05:002008-12-20T12:57:47.423-05:00Scratch, Scratch

Last month, I wrote that I was going in a new direction. I didn't forget that. I just have a terrible case of writer's block. This decision to go in a bold new path was harder than I thought. I had thought that I knew myself well enough to write about this topic but it has been rife with new introspection that has frustrated my attempts to put into words what I want in a relationship.I have

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-15040189629617614162008-12-15T09:40:00.002-05:002008-12-15T09:52:03.426-05:00Business as usual

Ahhhh. You know, I have gotten accustomed to so much adversity this year that going back on unemployment again felt normal. That's right, it felt normal. As in something I usually do. A few years back, it would have been something that made me worry. Instead, it felt like I was getting back to what I felt was comfortable. Yep, I am officially part of history now, I am another statistic on

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-15067305833656937012008-11-18T18:28:00.002-05:002008-11-18T18:34:59.750-05:00Moving in a new direction.

There's no use in denying it. I simply haven't been in much of a desire to put up posts anymore. In part because it's degenerated into me posting about all the calamities that keep befalling me and not about what I think anymore. I've had so many unfortunate things happen to me in the past two years that I feel that the general demeanor of this blog has become too negative.That will change

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-57536955068539703452008-11-01T14:31:00.004-04:002008-11-01T14:55:58.539-04:00Who is to blame for this conundrum?

Ahhh. Halloween. The only night where you can walk up to any attractive woman and ask to take her picture. And expect her to say yes. No matter the fact of whether she is clad in a ballroom gown or so scantily clad that she might as well as not have worn anything.I am not sure where I am going with this post, except to say that after watching the NYC Halloween parade, I am certain that it is

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-28755209631913403572008-10-20T16:55:00.005-04:002009-05-18T00:59:02.167-04:00WTH?!?!?

I figure that I will share this since I thought it was absolutely hilarious. Only in that way that sibling rivalry is funny. Actually, it wasn't rivalry so much as an attempt to embarrass me and my ability to cause said sibling concern and consternation.Anyway, I recently celebrated a birthday, and I have to admit that I'm no longer a 20 something anymore. So, my pain in the a--, I mean my

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-56750823335850965372008-10-01T15:50:00.001-04:002008-10-01T15:50:49.720-04:00Ask a child to smile for you

This job that I have now follows the Jewish holidays, so I have spent the last three days doing virtually nothing of note. Oh, I spent some time catching up on things I have put off (laundry) and simply enjoying the break from work. Best of all, knowing that when this short break is over, I do have a job.I also had some time to read up on blogs I used to follow. I don't follow them anymore

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-80796723697907641352008-09-29T13:58:00.003-04:002008-09-29T14:30:09.488-04:00Hope is the denial of reality

When I was younger, I had a notion in my mind that I hoped against. It was based on a simple phrase. "If you wanted something done right, do it yourself." I vainly hoped that my experiences as a young adult were an anomaly. One that as I grew older, would change.A few years ago, I had asked someone to help me work on a project. Not that I couldn't have done it all by myself, rather I wanted

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-20819402278856422792008-09-17T15:58:00.004-04:002008-09-17T16:37:35.004-04:00That danged old Father Time.

I recently worked a party recently as a second photographer. It was a bat mitzvah, a religious coming of age celebration for a young woman. I had a good time, working with kids, taking silly pictures and not worrying too much about doing any of the formal shots because that was someone else's job. In this case, the guy who hired me.Today, I am going through all the pictures I took, culling out

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-15327908865942946072008-09-10T20:30:00.003-04:002008-09-10T20:41:43.763-04:00New advocate for uniforms in school?

Ok. I felt a little prudish writing about the latest fashion in the malls in my last post. Recently, I have been working in a few high schools, our last bastion of free, mandatory, formal education as an assistant to a photographer. (Which means I lug in all the equipment, set it all up and take all the pictures while he tells me what to do.) My thoughts will have to be brief, largely to

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-76111431458403117402008-08-25T14:00:00.014-04:002008-08-25T14:41:53.214-04:00The latest fashion?

I'm not very fashion conscious. If I had any say in the matter, my typical "dress" code is a T-shirt and a pair of shorts. Or a pair of jeans if it gets chilly. So, I'm fairly oblivious when someone walks by with some clothing faux pas. You really have to be blatant for me to notice. Say, for instance, not having a svelte figure and wearing stretch clothing.Since I spend a lot of time in my

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-55126851382506065292008-08-21T19:19:00.004-04:002008-08-21T19:50:31.802-04:00Fate makes the choice for me

So, when last I posted, I had mentioned that I had three different job offers. One as a photographer, two as an engineer. I had been of two minds with the sudden quandary in choosing between the three.I suppose this will be an update on that. One of the engineering offers never returned my call, so that went right out the window. The second engineering offer was provisional on immediate hire,

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-44814554650173024842008-08-11T18:09:00.003-04:002008-08-11T18:20:47.692-04:00Hold on a sec!

Somehow, I should have anticipated this. On the day I decide to sign the paperwork to be employed as a photographer, I get two job offers for engineering positions. I'm not sure if what I am feeling is joy or frustration. I shouldn't complain about my good fortune, right?I finally get to a point where I am taking a step forward towards the career in photography that I have been getting serious

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-63163088488891096532008-08-06T15:16:00.002-04:002008-08-06T15:22:45.191-04:00In that funky mood.

Yeah, it finally happened. I actually missed posting at least one article every month by not posting last month. First time in nearly three years. I am surprised I have been so consistent for so long. When I started this, I hadn't intended to write for so long or so often. I had some thoughts I wanted to throw out that had been bouncing around in my mind. And it somehow turned into a diary.

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-58074086737654336092008-06-27T19:10:00.015-04:002008-06-27T19:51:33.052-04:00Because we're not perfect

I am sitting in the backyard, sipping from a beer and barbequing my dinner because I never could afford to replace the air conditioner that broke on me last summer. Inside, the heat is like a hot, stifling blanket. While I sat there waiting for the chicken wings to cook, I heard a young voice singing from a few houses over.I couldn't see her because there are fences between me and the house next

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-49861082162395899532008-06-21T14:14:00.003-04:002008-06-21T14:35:00.481-04:00The way I am seeing things.

I find that lately, I am having trouble articulating myself and saying what I mean, let alone what I feel. I also have been having a lot of trouble feeling very optimistic right now about my future. A number of setbacks have taken the air from the sails of my recent successes as a photographer. Perhaps, I was a bit too gungho about following this career. Work has slowed to a stop and I am

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-27456918965729375292008-06-06T22:33:00.007-04:002008-06-09T12:01:19.829-04:00Toughing it out.

This past weekend, I had something I suffered from something I have never had before in my life. I had a painful swelling of the joint on my big toe of my right foot. Also known as gout. It was so bad that when I woke up Saturday morning, it was because of the pain I felt and not because I was ready to be awake.I hoped the pain would subside after taking some Alleve because I had to work later

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-75052710657119707992008-05-29T21:17:00.005-04:002008-05-29T22:11:39.307-04:00Self-centered People and Conversation Stoppers

As a shy person, I take notice of other people's conversations for the simple reason that I am curious to see what most people talk about. As a master of abrupt conversation and awkward silences, I feel that I need to listen to others to see what I can improve on.Funny as it may seem, most conversations are centered around the person who is talking. Though, I would tend to think that a

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-68158492921988829402008-05-19T14:54:00.003-04:002008-05-19T15:57:22.809-04:00Roughing it.

This past weekend, I spent overnight at a camp. Yep, when I was told that this was where I'd be working for the weekend, I was skeptical. Just the kids, adults, and the staff. No wireless, no cel phone access, nor television.As a kid, I grew up in Brooklyn and had never spent a night away at camp. Now as an adult, I had to spend a weekend doing something that I wasn't keen on doing. Roughing

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-56033064905496886562008-05-11T12:26:00.007-04:002008-05-11T13:36:34.611-04:00How to a memorable night is made through foolishness.

I'm exhausted right now. I worked back to back Friday night and Saturday morning. I had all of two hours of sleep between them and my body still hasn't recovered from the loss of sleep.I'm not really writing today because of my prodigious yawns that make my jaw ache. I just wanted to throw some thoughts on line before I forget them from working on the significant amount of photos I took

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-16209475096975622822008-05-06T17:13:00.006-04:002008-05-06T17:38:27.948-04:00Betrayed by my employer.

I wonder if life is supposed to be this turbulent. I wonder if I am in the midst of my own "It's A Wonderful Life" re-run. I keep wondering if I'll ever be able to feel what it's like to live a life where the greatest crisis would be deciding the color my new rug should be.Well, I might as well add to the litany of woes to befall me. The DJ company I have been working for had been holding my

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-59959154090422027612008-04-25T21:26:00.004-04:002008-04-25T21:34:51.512-04:00Some summer sun in April

So, these past two days have been an early precursor to the upcoming summer. I couldn't miss the opportunity to soak up some sun. You couldn't ask for better weather. Sunny, cloudless, highs in the upper seventies to low eighties.It's always the little things that get you. I had forgotten to take some sunscreen lotion with me. I only spent two hours at the beach. However, the last hour was

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-84333015146124425542008-04-21T15:03:00.003-04:002008-04-21T15:25:16.482-04:00Where am I again?

This past weekend, I worked on my own, as a freelance photographer, for the first time. No one else to take the blame if a certain shot didn't come out. No safety net if pictures didn't expose correctly. I kind of liked the thrill I got with those thoughts.Which, I might add, is probably the only good thing about it. I was working a sweet sixteen. A beautiful, blue eyed, blonde haired, young

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-90250089331311091932008-04-16T20:39:00.006-04:002008-04-16T21:18:33.439-04:00It all ends with a mile. (Reaching out to a shy person)

Lately, I've been receiving a lot of views from people all over the world visiting my blog with a common theme. How to communicate with a shy person. I am often left in wonder by these visits.I wonder if these people whom look to insert themselves into a shy person's life do so without malice or ill intent. I wonder if they understand that each individual is a sensitive human being that has

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-22469206015803077812008-04-04T20:06:00.006-04:002008-04-04T20:28:09.286-04:00A sharp coifed man

What is it about hair styles that women give so much attention to them? It never fails that when I get a hair cut, I inevitably catch people (especially women) around me giving me lingering looks. Today, I've caught out of the corner of my eye five six different (and attractive) women (as well as two guys) stare at me. If I had looked at them that long, they'd be very uncomfortable! One even

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-15545273728770496082008-03-31T17:30:00.006-04:002008-03-31T17:55:25.482-04:00Check imagination at the door.

Back to sounding grumpy, I suppose. The event on Sunday finished early enough that I could catch a movie on TV. Already, I've forgotten what it was called and it's not worth the effort to look it up in the paper. It was an action movie. Hero is wronged, hero meets girl, hero decides to kick butt, and finally, hero gets girl.Basically, it was a chance to shut off the brain and just absorb some

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-34010882117738544882008-03-26T15:33:00.002-04:002008-03-26T15:44:40.087-04:00Name Dropping

So, this past weekend, I worked at a wedding in the Rainbow Room. Even as I wrote that, I hesitate to do something as crass as name dropping. Not to mention how hard it is to maintain my anonymity when I give out such details. Anyway, I'm taking a break from working on the pictures I took during the event to consider what it was like, my first opportunity to be at 30 Rockefeller Plaza. I

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-46627850865394113642008-03-06T07:04:00.000-05:002008-03-06T07:41:05.325-05:00Lazy and fat

I woke up before dawn this morning and again couldn't return to sleep. Since I was wide awake and slumber would likely elude me again with the concerns that have kept me awake, I decided to take a walk. Yes, a nice brisk walk. In the sub-freezing cold.I walked a mere half hour and managed two miles before my tired legs declared that this was as far as they were willing to go. Tired after only

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-22438629269111649352008-03-02T08:30:00.006-05:002008-03-02T10:14:23.339-05:00Things that need sorting through

Yesterday was a very long day. I didn't get home from work until 4 AM. Yet, as I tried to chase sleep, I kept tossing and turning. My mind disturbed by the course of events that happened yesterday. I decided to write about it now since my sleep deprived mind won't let me rest.A few days ago, a very good friend of mine had asked me to pick up some papers and books from a mutual friend of ours

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-32856940258904071842008-02-24T13:52:00.006-05:002008-02-24T14:02:19.707-05:00A PSA for all humans who have working eyes

Just surfacing for a few minutes because my eyes were just violated by someone who walked by. The image is not quite burned into my retinas, but that image certainly is going to take some time for it to erase itself from my short term memory. So, please hear out my request, world.I can see that spandex leggings have made a comeback in women's fashion. However, the most likely reason it went out

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-6429868641028798312008-02-06T11:57:00.000-05:002008-02-08T21:56:00.739-05:00I might as well tape my mouth shut.

I know. It has been a while. It's not that I haven't been writing. Or thinking. The stuff that I have drafted has been, well, not so good. Actually, it's been disgustingly vile and depressingly whiny. When I've reread what I've typed, I haven't liked what I was reading. Or saying for that matter. So, I sort of edited myself into silence.Things aren't going all that well for me of late.

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-88322250730833780842008-01-18T19:50:00.000-05:002008-01-18T20:18:09.592-05:00That's a good blackmail picture

I'm finally (mostly) recovered from the flu. It feels wonderful to be able to function again and step outside without carrying a full box of tissues. Being cooped up in my room for so long was giving me a severe case of cabin fever. I'm also kind of glad that the weather turned out so nicely, considering the dusting of snow we had last night.This past weekend, I actually had to drag myself out

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-61476353305882481992008-01-08T08:20:00.000-05:002008-01-18T19:50:33.023-05:00Skin Deep

I woke up before sunrise this morning with a mostly clear head after being laid out for the past three days thanks to a co-worker who had shared his bad cough with me on a two hour drive into Connecticut. I had been on a regimen of foul tasting, ancient Chinese herbal remedies because I couldn't get to a doctor over the weekend.As I boiled the stuff up, it looked like a roiling brew of black mud

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-18497325843958289892007-12-21T15:04:00.000-05:002007-12-21T15:19:50.397-05:00It is finished.

Today is, as the cliche goes, the beginning of the rest of my life. Yes folks, I am a graduate (barring some unforeseen technicality, that is). Today, the stressing for finals is finally over. And, to be honest, I feel exceedingly giddy.Don't let this taciturn expression on my face belie the fact that I am glad that this marathon is over. I found myself doing a little dance in the privacy of

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-63009565807239715772007-12-06T22:39:00.000-05:002008-12-10T16:41:30.543-05:00Craving something

I'm generally not susceptible to seasonal depression, but I have been in a dark mood lately. I don't know why. Possibly because Thanksgiving wasn't much of an event this year, with significant portions of my nuclear family moving out and close relatives moving over a hundred miles away into their new homes. I've found myself listlessly moving through these past couple of weeks without really

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-84174270099634534072007-11-27T00:31:00.000-05:002007-11-27T01:03:30.389-05:00A world less traveled.

It's half past midnight. I'm sitting here alone. It's cold here in my apartment, surrounded by concrete walls. I'm listening to the rain that's falling, and it sounds like water running over some rocks in a stream. I'm in a contemplative mood right now. I don't want to do anymore school work and I'm not sleepy.A few minutes ago, I turned off the radio because a song they were playing had

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-41009843792055105572007-11-18T20:31:00.000-05:002007-11-18T20:42:08.728-05:00It's not you, it's me.

It's not you, it's me.How many times has that been used as an excuse to break up with someone? Lately, it's been my excuse as well. Not to get out of a relationship, but to not get into one. I stopped keeping count of how many craz-- I mean interesting people I have tried dating, some that I have chosen to recount here.Until recently, I had followed that mantra that the next one will be the

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-42137063650788072962007-11-16T18:26:00.000-05:002008-12-10T16:41:30.776-05:00A sunset on Long Island

Taken today:It was 41*F and windy but I hardly felt it. It might be because I was wearing three layers of clothing and my winter jacket. For an hour or two, the fog of procrastination lifted in a flurry of activity when I decided I wanted to take a picture of today's sunset. I got there just in time.

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-91368982964718118752007-11-16T14:42:00.000-05:002007-11-16T14:50:31.427-05:00I don't feel like working.

I haven't posted much lately. I could say that I've been busy, but I am starting to see that I'll probably be that way for much of my life. This realization has engendered a great desire to procrastinate.Which is, of course, why I am not feeling motivated to be productive right now. Well, there's also another reason. I injured myself during a load-in a couple of weeks ago. I tore my rotator

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-78341623880080095302007-10-30T22:20:00.000-04:002007-10-30T22:43:30.476-04:00Halloween plans

Last year, I spent Halloween working in NYC. I watched someone walk by shivering in nothing but a wonder woman costume in sub-50 degree weather. I think this year, I'm going to put on some comfortable shoes, lug my camera and a flash with me and pretend to be a photographer.Yeah, big stretch since that's what I am doing a lot of lately. Regardless, I doubt I'll be the only person doing that

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-35527647439058788062007-10-25T20:46:00.000-04:002007-10-25T21:13:02.760-04:00How I ended up in charge

I'm still here. I've been sorting through all the pictures that were taken over this past weekend. Nothing quite like driving past shotgun wielding MP's to make one consider whether one has done something wrong lately. Unfortunately, I am prohibited from sharing the pictures here, so I can only talk about it generally.There was something I hadn't planned on happened as the event unfolded.

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-50264036463767946292007-10-13T11:26:00.000-04:002007-10-13T11:30:12.046-04:00Crazy plans

I've never been as preoccupied with a pending photoshoot as the one that is coming next weekend. Midway through September, I was in touch with a non-profit organization that was considering to use my services to cover their upcoming event.After a week's discussion, I was selected as their photographer. The only thing is that they wanted me to contract three more photographers to work with me.

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-78194787396269121862007-10-08T21:34:00.000-04:002007-10-08T21:43:14.103-04:00Imogen Heap acapella

A friend of mine pointed me out to a video of Imogen Heap. I had heard her music before, but never had an opportunity to witness her skill in creating music alone. I was blown away by what she could do. Here is the video of Imogen Heap performing Just For Now acapella.

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-31075418164573334802007-10-05T11:04:00.000-04:002007-10-05T11:15:56.251-04:00Fixing the laptop

Quite the indian summer we're having right now. It's early October and I am wearing shorts and a t-shirt. If it weren't for the high pollen counts, I would actually enjoy it all.So, as I mentioned in this previous post, I am without laptop. I hadn't realized how dependent I had become of it. In fact, it has been pretty hard to record my thoughts for blogging wihtout something nearby to type

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-88845471503052404302007-09-30T18:45:00.000-04:002007-09-30T18:56:03.043-04:00Cold, Hard Facts

Well, there it is. It being the real hard facts of what women want. What they say is merely a defense against unwanted attention.When all the cards are laid out, women want two things: Commitment and Security. All else is secondary. Now seeing a woman put up with a jerk makes so much more sense. I won't go out and call women the G--------- word. (It only happens to be a Kanye West and

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-3209998063070154542007-09-27T22:50:00.001-04:002008-04-02T12:18:02.424-04:00Whew, I need a break.

I've been busy this past week. Part of it is because I was working on the post production of the photos I took this past weekend, part of it is because my laptop hard drive decided that after doing all that work, that it had enough and gave up working. So, all that hard work had to be redone a second time around.Oddly enough, the realization that I had lost all that hard work, plus a month's

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-13532379475240024012007-09-22T09:10:00.000-04:002008-12-10T16:41:31.055-05:00Foggy Bridge

This will have to be quick, as I am already late to getting on the road for the assignment I am supposed to do today. Instead of sharing my current thoughts, I'll share a captured thought from the past. And since we are now (on the calendar and not temperature wise) in fall, I offer this one. So, here goes:I was looking through a number of old photos I had taken when I was younger. When I

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-60386784441898774052007-09-17T12:55:00.000-04:002007-09-18T09:02:05.431-04:00Reality matching Imagination

Last week was a very busy week for me. I ended up doing two photo shoots, attended a conference for photographers in NYC, met some interesting (and famous) people there, and worked on another mitzvah. I feel safe in mentioning the conference, as I was one amongst 600 people there. (If that helps narrow down who I am for some of you.)Even more promising is the fact that I have the entire

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-68781854123612950902007-09-09T15:32:00.000-04:002007-09-11T13:35:55.648-04:00Master of Puppets

I had this rather startling thought while working on a digital slideshow for one of my clients. I had put together a sequence of photos that I had taken of a bride and groom during their wedding cake cutting ceremony. And to me, it looked like nothing more than an stop motion animation sequence you do with clay models.Yeah, one pretty serious and heretical thought there. Worse yet, the

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-62918350703236422202007-09-06T13:14:00.000-04:002007-09-06T13:58:00.737-04:00No longer three

I don't normally follow opera. However, the Three Tenors are rather iconic in the music industry, and it's kind of hard not to have heard of them. Well, no longer. One of the three has passed away.Luciano Pavarotti has died at age 71I suppose the show must go on. I wonder who they'll get to replace him. Well, as my profile says, I listen to just about anything.

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-62309047344422253142007-09-04T15:58:00.000-04:002007-09-04T16:02:00.194-04:00Missing that joy of life

I've often wondered on why grand gestures are such a large part of what we consider attractive to in other people. Perhaps, another way to say this is that we are attracted to people who are unabashedly confident. Certain gestures connote that confidence, or more precisely, liveliness.For instance, I was working on a rather unremarkable and tedious "refresher" lab for one of the classes I am

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-31401156007577644142007-08-30T16:02:00.000-04:002007-08-31T08:29:32.075-04:00This bobble head isn't a saint

I've been waiting for the diaspora of resumes I sent out to catch the attention of some HR person who will contact me for an interview. Meanwhile, I decided to make the best of my unplanned vacation and seize a bit of the essence of summer before it was over. I went to the beach.I am still on an early morning schedule, so when I arrived, I walked to a desolate section of the beach and picked a

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-83550892409113822762007-08-28T22:23:00.000-04:002007-08-28T22:28:51.815-04:00Losing helps you focus

After a weekend of mulling over my options, I started looking for work again in the classifieds. According to the Times, unemployment rates have declined this past month. A pity that the offers I saw in the paper weren't really looking for an Electrical Engineer.The briefest flash of thought that I would have to move to another part of the country to find work crossed my mind and was

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-88418154920240835132007-08-24T12:45:00.000-04:002007-08-25T08:20:11.816-04:00Imagine a life without ups and downs.

Ah, what would life be if all things were happy and cheery, with not one iota of distress or strife in it? I can only wish that I were in a position to tell you. Today, that bright future I was looking forward to has suffered yet another setback.I was let go by the company I just started working for. I'm certainly disappointed, but when they called me into the meeting, I knew that it was going

Granthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10962861157409956319noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16660529.post-4003153537475954142007-08-19T23:06:00.000-04:002007-08-19T23:11:56.384-04:00Did these twenty four hours actually happen?

Yesterday morning, I watched the sun rise as I was driving home on the LIE after a long night out. It was a surreal feeling, my brain slightly fogged by exhaustion, staring at the brightening sky as I headed east. During those twenty four hours, I had found myself in a subway relay station, an attendee to witness two weddings, a guest at a wedding reception, dancing in a night club, and lastly

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