November 24, 2008
Happy Thanksgiving
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November 24, 2008
And now you know
Zoe informed me today, with a very serious demeanor, that her big toes are toes, while all the other ones are piggies.
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November 23, 2008
Not out of my gourd(s) yet
Shot some gourds today. Way back before Halloween, when we took Zozer to the pumpkin patch, I purchased four interesting gourds to photograph. They’ve pulled double duty by serving as fall decorations on our buffet in the dining room, and finally today they migrated to the darkroom.
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November 21, 2008
All together now, “Awwwww!”
So as I was not drifting to sleep last night (I seem to be battling insomnia again these days), I was thinking about the blog and what I’ve posted lately, and I’ve decided I’ve become one of the most boring bloggers on the planet, due mainly to our having started grad school.
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November 21, 2008
One down, one to go
Wahooo!
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November 20, 2008
I’m spiraring down into mid-term hell
We had a conference call tonight with our professor, where we were put at ease over several homework problems and the pending mid-term. I must say that I’m damn tired of shelling out hundreds of dollars for graduate level text books and finding errors in them. “Oh, they forgot to update the answer key when they updated the edition. So sorry. Hey, look at that! Turns out you did it right after all. Wish you had some hair left. Tough luck, eh?” Um, yeah. How the hell am I supposed to learn when it appears that the authors are pulling numbers out of thin air for the answers?
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November 19, 2008
Feed me
I am so hungry. Starving, really. This despite having a nice bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios, a few cups of coffee, and a “breakfast cookie” made by my aunt.
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November 18, 2008
Really? This is what you choose to focus on?
Today I had the singular pleasure of participating in an e-mail exchange with a client who has, apparently, no concept of what is really important in the world.
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November 17, 2008
Two more reasons to love photography
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November 17, 2008
Ch-ch-ch-changes
The weekend was a whirlwind of activity, namely, the wedding of my cousin Michelle. Zozer was the flower girl, and did a phenomenal job of refusing to walk down the aisle (to the point of planting her behind firmly on the floor) and was therefore carried by her father. Who looked quite handsome as usual in his black suit. The big joke was that his name wasn’t in the program.
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