1970’s Ugly? Sounds About Right


Photo by ThePete.

Guessing someone’s age is always a touchy subject, especially when they’re over 30. Guess someone’s age to be over 40 and you’re dead. Consequently, whenever I make a guess about how old someone is, I keep my real answer to myself. I find it’s better to let them say it, that way I can gush that they look great. Given the risks in knowing out loud someone’s age, it’s much more fun to figure out what era’s a building’s from.

Continue reading “1970’s Ugly? Sounds About Right”

The Head on the Door


The Cure’s “Close to Me” describes a recurring dream of Robert Smith’s, which makes him wonder, “If I was only so sure that my head on a door was a dream.”

Brian, one of my East Coast blog friends, mentioned this morning waking up from a nightmare where someone tries to mug him. At least it’s one where he tries to go down fighting. For me, it brought to mind the Cure’s “Close to Me,” but I also remembered a few nightmares of my own.

Continue reading “The Head on the Door”

Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)

This post is for Danny, who’s been microblogging a lot on Facebook lately. Strangely, this post grew out my response to one of his Facebook statuses from last weekend, so this is a shindotv/Ink2metal collaboration. Also, it’s the Thursday morning after the latest Project Runway episode, so it’s only appropriate, even if it’s frightening.

Read with caution. You don’t want your boss to peek over your shoulder and see you looking at this.

Continue reading “Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)”

Just a few photos today.

I’m stealing this photo post idea today from Chris.

All pics photographed with my handy, dandy iPhone.

Bank of America Plaza
Bank of America Plaza, taken from a nearby high-rise.

Taking the food out of one's mouth
Not dove love at all. These pigeons are fighting with the fattest one over food he has in his beak.

Sucuk Ekmek
In the afternoon, I ducked into Pasha‘s, a new Turkish restaurant in Hillcrest, to get away from the traffic. I ordered this tasty lunch and the Ayran, a yogurt drink. Not my usual fare.

Update on ShindoTV

Resplendissime 1

Earlier yesterday evening, I was at the Kinko’s in Hazard Center making photo copies of these lovely images, which will soon appear in Resplendence. I guess I could photograph all the drawings myself, but I’m not a good art reproduction photographer. I just want things to look good when the series launches in September. Now, all I need to do is copy the color images, scan them all, and I will be set.

I’ve been enjoying my iPhone, doing almost everything but talk. Actually, that’s not completely true, but I’m not having a gabfest either. I’ve had fun with the camera, taken plenty of advantage of the data feature such as Internet anywhere (almost), keeping up with Twitter (through Twitterific), and keeping myself out of e-mail bankruptcy. Plus, ya gotta love the klunky Facebook app.

I’ve been teaching over the summer. I just finished teaching a paragraph skills course at the urban college, and I will finish teaching at the language school this week. I’m tired, but I don’t have much of a chance to breathe, as faculty development is this week at two community colleges where I teach and school starts next week. For the most part part, I think I’ve started a pretty good habit of keeping confidentiality with the classes, even if some situations make great stories or seem blog-worthy.

Overall, it’s better this way. I do have opinions on all kinds of things and sometimes it’s easier to simply rant them out here because I’m much more of a reserved person in real life. Perhaps it’s better if that real life personality translated to my online self. But, disclosure is so much fun!

In any case, I don’t want to be that teacher whose blog gets used against them in a student grievance, nor do I want some boss to punish me for what I really think. Plus, I’ve already expressed my fear, anger, and frustration sometime ago about this and that’s enough.

Now onto something lighter. In a comment to my last post, Chris encouraged me to jump on the 12 of 12 meme. I’ve been doing pretty good about avoiding memes and getting friends into them. I’ve more or less come to the conclusion that friends don’t let friends do memes. God knows how much of this crap I’ve gotten in my inbox over the years before the memes mutated to the blogosphere. Also, I haven’t circulated the hot YouTubers vids; they have enough help without me. Chris Crocker and Barats and Bereta are going to have to find some other people to do their dirty work for them. 12 of 12, though, seems like there’s no harm, just taking 12 photos on the 12th of each month.

12 photos in one day for me is nothing. Anyone who’s a contact of mine on Flickr can attest to that. I have days of photo overload. All I’ll say right now is I’ll think about it. Mokusatsu*

*What Japan said in response to the Potsdam Declaration, which has often been interpreted as “We are ignoring surrender,” though some have suggested that this actually meant “We are considering surrender.”