I wish I were still a J Peterman type of person who theoretically traveled to interesting places. But I'm not.
I also still wish I were a policy wonk who knew the names of all the supreme court justices and cabinet members and didn't feel like a person trying to remember the names of all the seven dwarves while doing it. But I'm not.
Oh well.
I'm too tired now.
Speaking of photography: Did anyone see the thing in the NYT about the pool photographers from AP, Reuters and AFP (or is it APF?) who picked the photos they thought summed up Bush the best? Fascinating stuff: [link]
I think this is a particularly astute observation:
What fascinates me is that George W. Bush often references photographs. What disturbs him most is the photographs that make him look bad. So, for example, there’ll be “Mission Accomplished,” and he’ll say, “Well, you know, that was a bad idea to put up Mission Accomplished.” But he doesn’t say, for example, it might have been a bad idea to go to war for fraudulent reasons. Or it might have been a bad idea to destabilize an entire country or to immiserate an entire population.
Oh, shrift, that's awful. Good luck and lots of vibes for reclaiming the apartment and making it feel safe, and yours, again.
Hey, I know we have photographers around, so this may be of interest: J. Peterman is running a travel photography contest with cash prizes:
They should just divide the prizes evenly between dcp and Scola and call it good.
Surely Ben is only seven and Frisco just happened into the world a couple of months ago? Just in case, though, abundantly happy birthday to both!
Speaking of photography: Did anyone see the thing in the NYT about the pool photographers from AP, Reuters and AFP (or is it APF?) who picked the photos they thought summed up Bush the best? Fascinating stuff: [link]
Wow, that was really fascinating. Interesting how many times the photographers picked different pictures of the same moment.
Roads were shit. Snowplow vs SUV almost made me late to the dentist. I changed my shoes at the dentists to something flat with tread. Face numb. Work, don't wanna.
The best thing about today is that I get to wear my new snowboots! I love my new snowboots!
The snow started about 6 here. Just in time to make the morning commute a mess.
Still snowing. Probably not enough to shut things down early. And of course, this has to happen when three of the cats have vet appointments for tonight.
We have rain here. It's about 42F, gray, and drizzly. I suspect this will match my mood for most of the day.
Picture?
heh...hmmm well, it's not like they are sexxxay just very practical! I got them at Sierra Trading Post on super sale.
It's snowing here, but only very very lightly. Like an occasional flake drifting picturesquely down in front of the mirror. It's 17, though, so the Biscuit has declared it TOO COLD and won't go out, and won't hang with me in the office and is, instead, asleep on the hearth.
Lots of birds at the feeder, too. Oregon juncos, white crowned sparrows, a new family of house finches. And one noisy scrub jay.
The snow is a little worrisome because the SO is at the new repair shop, which doesn't have a waiting room (WTF? Not even a chair?) so he's hoofing it over to the coffee shop. And furthermore, we have to teach down the hill tonight. Since we missed yesterday to weather (wind knocking the power out), I hate to miss today too, at a completely different location.
