Friday, June 28, 2013
Thursday, June 27, 2013
sounds like: No Limit to my Love because The Stars Are mine. Losing myself to Dance because I'm Bound 2 Blur the Lines.
tastes like: lavender caramel latte while I edited the Bakery page on the Society Fair site, Naked green juice while I drove to work on my favorite road - George Washington Parkway, duck carnitas/shrimp/Baja fish tacos while Monica & I discussed wedding invitation design.
feels like: wind in my hair, shameless car dancing, summer mugginess and imminent thunderstorms, and excitement over new projects and new playlists. Friday is but minutes away!
smells like: vanilla bourbon perfume.
photo via PinkRobotBoogaloo
Sunday, June 23, 2013
me: We're good for meeting next Friday.
Mark: What time? Can I get there in time for breakfast sandwiches?
me: Yes. Oh man, I haven't had one of those in ages.
Mark: Uh, that's silly. I think if our lives were switched I would eat that every day.
Mark: If our lives were switched then what would I be eating for breakfast?
Mark: Tears...and ketchup.
Saturday, June 22, 2013
All I want to do is (besides get a little closer):
- Organize my closet. Too. Many. Shoes.
- Catch up on magazines that I haven't read since, oh, last November. They're mostly food magazines too, so you know I'm going to want to braise something and eat food that's no longer in season.
- Clear the desktops of my laptop and iMac. Too. Many. Icons.
- You know, cook something. I kind of want to bake cookies, but that would require going out. I don't really have any desire on going out. I barely want to be dressed.
- Blog a little. Hey, I'm blogging now! Well alriiiiiight.
- Catch up on TEDtalks, Bones, maybe a little Nerdist up in there.
- Upload photos to my Flickr. I haven't in months.
- Plan, design, and create my website. Yeah, right. Keep on truckin'.
Work makes work, people. See you at my next internet break.
Photo via lustik
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm not a fancy photographer. I don't have elaborate equipment, nor do I know how to rock the luxurious light systems that one would expect of a proper photographer. I generally use what I have lying around in the near vicinity, which runs the gamut of duvet covers to the envelope in which my design degree was delivered. I prefer natural light. Strobe lighting both impresses and intimidates me. When I bought Otis, my current camera, I also purchased an extensive user's guide. I've yet to read it, though bring it with me everywhere. I feel guilty about this. I fight the constant inner battle between photographer's cockiness and “Damn, I suck.”
That is all.