Clarification

My new pal Nicole pointed out to me this evening that I had posted that I wasn’t going to write any more tributes, and then went and spewed on about why I love David Eckstein.

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Snapshots vs. Art

A friend told me recently that her daughter won a stock photography contract with a Swiss company. That’s great news. “Oh,” I said, “I would love to see your daughter’s work.” She promptly gave me the Web address and I went on my way.

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Signs, signs, everywhere there’s signs

Went to the Cardinals game last night and had a blast. Sat next to a very sneezy M, so I’m not sure how much he enjoyed, but I thought it was a great night. Winning didn’t hurt, that’s for sure, and seeing Dunc smack one out of the park was a highlight. We had a big ol’ drunk guy sitting in front of us who was annoying at first, but then I figured out he was pretty harmless and that my night would be considerably more enjoyable if I laughed at him instead of being annoyed by him. Let’s call him Jim Bob, shall we?
For starters, Jim Bob was wearing a t-shirt that said, “Drunk women: FREE Breathalyzer Test. Blow Here” with an arrow pointing down. Now that’s Klassy. He had David Crosby’s hair from the 70s, you know, that scraggly shit that hangs down the back with the balding top. Didn’t stop him from sporting the Goody comb in his back pocket (I kid you not). Maybe he used it on his overgrown fu manchu beard, who knows. He was a good ol’ boy, that’s for sure, and we bet he was pretty plowed before he ever even walked into the stadium. Jim Bob entertained the crowd by regaling us with the lyrics from “Signs,” the old Tesla classic.

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Blast from the past

This morning, as I was getting ready for work, I received a phone call from a former employer. I won’t reveal the name, but family and close friends will remember it was the video and conference technology place. So, yeah, my boss there (whom I left because he was lacking in the ethics department) didn’t call, which is probably a good thing because I still spit when I say his name, but rather had one of my old colleagues call.

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More from the weekend

It’s so much fun to shoot in natural light again. I love love love the results of my KAF (that would be Kick-Ass Flash), but dang, that thing gets heavy. The D100 ain’t no feather, by itself, but when you slap the KAF on there, sheesh. I think I should be lifting weights to build my upper body strength.

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