Doodlebug = Shutterbug

While Daddy played in the dirt yesterday, Mommy and Zozo went shopping. We went to the fabric store, which was like a flashback to my childhood, going with my mom. I remember feeling all the beautiful material, and absolutely loving the notions department. I remember my mom pouring over pattern books, and then cutting all the little pieces out of the giant, flimsy sheet that was neatly tucked into the little packet she chose. Straight pins held paper to fabric, and after awhile a form would emerge. Her ability to create something out of some yards of fabric still amazes me…it’s a skill I have tried a couple times to learn but have never been able to. I eventually decided I should probably just stick with photography.

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Pentax Spotmatic

A few years ago, people started giving me the old cameras they found in their homes. “Here, I thought you might want this.” They guessed I would like them because I love all things photographic. They were right.

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rd = r* + IP + DRP + LP + MRP

Many apologies for not posting yesterday. It seems that the first week of Financial Management is much harder than I anticipated. Much of it is review from accounting, but some of it is brand spankin’ new. Like calculating corporate tax liability given interest and dividends (received and paid). And bond yield given inflation premium, the real risk-free rate (catchily termed r* – which the author of our text book felt necessary to tell us is pronounced “r-star”), default risk premium, liquidity premium and maturity risk premium.

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Grumpy McGrumperson. That’s me.

Between the new class (that’s kicking our collective ass, by the way, with four long chapters of assigned reading, multiple homework questions and problems that involve a lot of writing and setting up calculations and graphs in Excel, responding to the discussion forum question about InBev’s potential hostile bid for A-B and then responding to classmates’ responses, and a quiz…all in the first week) and converting our other two locations to the new software (yes, at the same time) (yes, I’m stupid for even attempting it) (especially while I’m in class) (d’oh!), I haven’t had much time to shoot or play around in Photoshop.

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The Real Slim Shady

I am what you’d call a photographer. This is not to be confused with photogenic. I am not what you’d call photogenic. I tell people, “There is a reason I stay behind the lens.” Most photographs of me are not anything I’d show with any modicum of comfort. There have been very, very few posted on Latent Images, and for good reason. I don’t like to scare new readers away. In fact, the only ones posted of me here are of me with Zozer, and it’s only so when she grows up she has some photographic evidence that Mommy doesn’t indeed have a Nikon permanently attached to her face.

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