I love photography and I do believe it can say things that can’t ever be captured in words. So while this is obviously a text heavy blog, I wanted to share the photos which said the most to me this year and a few of the reasons why.
These first five come from sources worldwide. The next five are more personal:
Over the past few years, my interest in cars has gone from a normal hobby to a full-blown un-treatable obsession. Obviously this has coincided with my involvement in Everyday Driver, but it has created an interesting side-effect. The vast majority of my time behind the wheel used to be a painful slog through traffic-clogged Los Angeles, but in recent years the equation has reversed. Now, the vast majority of my time behind the wheel is dedicated to fun roads and evaluation. And all of this has created a singular result -
This weekend my wife and I celebrated our 12th Anniversary. It’s simply shocking to think that I’ve been married for twelve years, and even more amazing, that my wife has been able to put up with me! We had a wonderful time away from our kids, both the furry one and the one in diapers, and had the chance to really celebrate.
We laughed a lot. In fact, it felt like two people excited to be dating. And all of this got me thinking about the changes of our last few months and the strangeness of marriage.
The minute I saw this news story I knew I’d found a blog entry. A strange mix of irony, tragedy, and sheer stupidity converging to create fantastic commentary on the strangeness of our society.
Here’s the short version: A 20 year old girl in Detroit has been put on probation at her job. Why? Well, she’s a waitress at Hooter’s and she’s getting a bit fat for her shiny orange shorts.
And this made the news. Redefining the “fluff piece”. Ah-hem.
Ladies and Gentlemen, we are now postpartum. The Baby has landed. The Stork has delivered. Whatever way you’d like me to say that we have gone from pregnancy to parenthood.
So you might be wondering how I can write another entry about pregnancy. Well, I’ve decided I’m the town crier of pregnancy truth – “Hear ye, Hear ye….” Because it’s become quite clear that a few months of holding a newborn gives women amnesia. I suspect that something in the smell of fresh skin actually wipes out bad memories.
I’ve just been struck by yet another oddity of the English Language.
In many ways I’ve spent a large portion of my adult life trying to figure out quick effective ways to use my native tongue. In fact, my only tongue. (Porque yo hablo espanol muy paquito y muy mal….. or something)
But there are times when English doesn’t provide enough ways to get a point across. There’s only so many times you can add “really, really, really” to something before it just confirms that you “really, really, really” have no idea what you’re talking about at all.
So I have a tendency to work in metaphor. Using something unrelated to explain the gravity of my current point. Click to continue »
So. This is the first of what I assume will be many postings related to kids and parenting.
(If you didn’t know… well… SURPRISE… We’re 6 months pregnant!)
As my wife and I march closer to the birth of our little man, the changes are already coming fast and furious. And anyone who knows me knows I over-think just about everything. No starry-eyed wondering at the miracle of it all… not me, not here… I’m wired more the opposite. Cold hard analysis. Looking at the short and long term effects of decisions. Click to continue »
I got inspired this week with a tiny little story idea. Too small to go anywhere else, but bigger than my average post here. Yet since it blends with the tone of my other musings, here you go… It’s a bit of slow burn, but if you get half way I suspect you’ll want to finish… Click to continue »
