Tuesday, January 31, 2012


At the doctor's office the other day, his assistant is going down a list of maladies asking if I have ever had them. "Depression?" She asks.

Just for fun, I almost said, "Depression? No more than anyone else whose life stinks." But I had a day at the DMV ahead of me and I didn't want to have to talk myself out of a psych ward to get there.

Speaking of the DMV, the reason drivers licence photos look so terrible is not the web-cam-quality lens, the terrible lighting, or that they have you stand nearly flush against the background. It's that the DMV experience sucks the life out of you, and the hollow shell that remains is what they immortalize on the document that most identifies you to the world.

Saturday, January 28, 2012

My Job

A friend saw me doing a live shot yesterday and posted on my Facebook page that I had an interesting job. I liked my reply, so I share it here.

"The job is rarely the same day twice and I love that it is a license to learn. I often feel like I'm walking into the unknown, with the stresses and frights that come with it, and the rewards that come when I can find my way out of the dark."