more on digital.photographs

This time we were in front of the lens.

I may not have bothered to mention it, but back when we were playing laser tag with the merchandise at The Bay downtown (ie, fixin’ up the initial details of our wedden registry) Karin entered a contest for free engagement photos. Yes, we heard all the fun comments: it’s a scam, it’s a ploy to get you into the shop and make you buy lots of prints, or, it’s the work of aliens who just want to steal your soul and ship it to their home planet for reincarnation as a slave in their spice mines. Well, long story short, today was the day where we spent an hour in the studio in various poses. I don’t know if “fun” is the right word to use, but it wasn’t as painful as I imagined it might have been.

spicy.food and other things I can’t spell

Originally the plan was to eat and go out to a movie, but after we hooked up with Chris and Poornima at their place back at the old apartment building — sigh — and scarffed a load of spicy curries and such at a very excellent Indian restaurant on 4th, we were just too full to bother with a movie and we went back to their place for some homemade chai lattes and some serious discussion. It’s one of those things. Chris and I did lunch on Friday, and then the four of us did dinner yesterday, but the last time we had actually — physically — seen them had been on New Years Eve. Time just has a way of sneaking past you. I felt guilty for a bit, but then we all felt guilty and figured that was pretty dumb and we should focus less on feeling guilty and more on using the phone so we wouldn’t have those guilty feelings in the future. It is always a nice thought, but doesn’t always work that way.

modest inspirational ideas

Anyone who can use the scroll button on their mouse (or reads this webspace on a semi-regular basis) has already figured out that I have been plugging words into this blog for a whole year now. A whole year! That’s a long time. I have been making a point of compiling it all into a Word document, and at the one year mark figured ‘that’ was as good of a place as any to finish the first volume and dive into a second. I capped off the final words, reformatted, and dropped it into a PDF file. The final tally: 204 pages, and a little over eighty-four thousand words. That’s more than ten by a long shot.

So, what does that all mean? In the broad perspective it means that yours truly is modestly verbose. In the narrower view of the world, it gives me the idea that I could possibly branch my free time into a serious career in freelance writing. Yes, I know: not necessarily an easy area to dive into. But neither is molecular genetics and I seem to have some experience with that — and I have a job, and I can pay my bills — so why not try and do something on the side? A hobby. A revenue generating dollop of self-employment. Well, I don’t know about the money, but it certainly can’t hurt to try something, right?