Wednesday, April 04, 2012
Friday, March 30, 2012
Overheard Inside My Head
If you followed me on Twitter, you'd get stuff like this in smaller doses.
Time goes faster yet the weeks still grow longer.
If you're going to be stereotyped because of looks, better it be because you're beautiful rather than because you're ugly.
Friend: "If I were on Twitter I would have tweeted that."
Whew. House guest gone. It's safe to drink straight from the milk carton.
Most things aren't meant to be, they're made to be.
Cautious optimism: Buying condoms, but keeping the receipt.
Another, er, benefit of cat ownership: You learn how to clean carpets of all varieties of messes.
Stick out your chin. It will look like you have fewer of them.
Every few months I eat a cheeseburger and fries just to remind myself why it's a bad idea.
Wow. It must be a special occasion. I washed my feet. But not too much. I didn't want to look like I was trying.
I am trying to decide which is worse: That people write "OMG!" to express surprise. Or that now they actually say "O-M-G!" out loud.
That's true. You don't know me well. And as long as it stays that way, you might still like me.
There is no way to explain the purpose of push-ups to a cat.
If no reply is written, that is an answer by itself.
Time goes faster yet the weeks still grow longer.
If you're going to be stereotyped because of looks, better it be because you're beautiful rather than because you're ugly.
Friend: "If I were on Twitter I would have tweeted that."
Whew. House guest gone. It's safe to drink straight from the milk carton.
Most things aren't meant to be, they're made to be.
Cautious optimism: Buying condoms, but keeping the receipt.
Another, er, benefit of cat ownership: You learn how to clean carpets of all varieties of messes.
Stick out your chin. It will look like you have fewer of them.
Every few months I eat a cheeseburger and fries just to remind myself why it's a bad idea.
Wow. It must be a special occasion. I washed my feet. But not too much. I didn't want to look like I was trying.
I am trying to decide which is worse: That people write "OMG!" to express surprise. Or that now they actually say "O-M-G!" out loud.
That's true. You don't know me well. And as long as it stays that way, you might still like me.
There is no way to explain the purpose of push-ups to a cat.
If no reply is written, that is an answer by itself.
Sunday, March 04, 2012
You can't what?
This girl plays piano pretty well for someone who has only played for three years. Oh, and she doesn't have any fingers on her right hand.
Interestingly, my piano playing often sounds like the work of someone with no fingers.
Interestingly, my piano playing often sounds like the work of someone with no fingers.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Thought of the Day
Nearly twenty years has passed since I last drank alcohol. I didn't have a problem with it. I just decided that I was going to find more inventive ways to screw up my life.
Ha!
Ha!
Thursday, February 09, 2012
Out of Context Comment to a Friend
If you can't live up to the dreams you had when you were young, dream new ones. Worrying about what coulda or shoulda been can do nothing but bring you down. My life hasn't turned out as I'd planned, either. But I'm not finished yet. Neither are you. Maybe we can't be what we once wanted. But we can still decide to be what we want now.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Depression?
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.
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."
"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."
Sunday, December 04, 2011
Thursday, December 01, 2011
Pretty Good Week
In the last week, I enjoyed smash success with a side business project, had an original song of mine play on the radio, and learned that a Sunday newscast I anchor more than doubled its viewership in the last year.
First, I delivered a completed video biography for a customer of my documentary production company. Comments from the client included, "This is outstanding! I feel like I am watching an A&E Biography." And, after the film showed at a family gathering Friday to celebrate the subject's 70th birthday, "The Documentary was a HIT! Words like 'awesome' and 'unbelievable' were used to describe it."
That same night, a co-worker at the station who hosts a show on Sarasota's community radio station, WSLR played my instrumental tune Pulse and then used it as his background music for the rest of the show.
This happened because of another co-worker's breakup. When he left his live-in girlfriend, he stashed his guitar in the photographer's room at the station. One night, after I had finished my story, I went in and started playing for the first time in months, thanks to the all-consuming effort on the documentary mentioned above. Another co-worker walked in and made the mistake of not asking me to stop. So I serenaded her for a while until I ran out of songs that I — and my fingers — could remember.
That was a Friday. After the early newscast Saturday, the woman who runs our studio cameras on the weekend newscasts told me that she heard that I played and asked me to strum some songs for her.
By the next week, the legend had grown. On a computer in the photog room, I pull up the a video of me playing Pulse I had posted to YouTube.
The guy who also has the radio show played the song for his wife at home! She suggested that it would make a good music bed for his monologue. He decided to play it all the way through once before looping it in the background behind him.
Yeah, I know. It's only community radio, but it's still radio. And it was cool.
Then today, we got a memo with our November ratings results and the Sunday early evening newscast I anchor more than doubled its viewership compared to last year ‐ with no on-air promotion.
I am, of course, far too elegant to do something like a touchdown dance. But so elegant that I would not write and record a song in which I sing about doing a touchdown dance.
First, I delivered a completed video biography for a customer of my documentary production company. Comments from the client included, "This is outstanding! I feel like I am watching an A&E Biography." And, after the film showed at a family gathering Friday to celebrate the subject's 70th birthday, "The Documentary was a HIT! Words like 'awesome' and 'unbelievable' were used to describe it."
That same night, a co-worker at the station who hosts a show on Sarasota's community radio station, WSLR played my instrumental tune Pulse and then used it as his background music for the rest of the show.
This happened because of another co-worker's breakup. When he left his live-in girlfriend, he stashed his guitar in the photographer's room at the station. One night, after I had finished my story, I went in and started playing for the first time in months, thanks to the all-consuming effort on the documentary mentioned above. Another co-worker walked in and made the mistake of not asking me to stop. So I serenaded her for a while until I ran out of songs that I — and my fingers — could remember.
That was a Friday. After the early newscast Saturday, the woman who runs our studio cameras on the weekend newscasts told me that she heard that I played and asked me to strum some songs for her.
By the next week, the legend had grown. On a computer in the photog room, I pull up the a video of me playing Pulse I had posted to YouTube.
The guy who also has the radio show played the song for his wife at home! She suggested that it would make a good music bed for his monologue. He decided to play it all the way through once before looping it in the background behind him.
Yeah, I know. It's only community radio, but it's still radio. And it was cool.
Then today, we got a memo with our November ratings results and the Sunday early evening newscast I anchor more than doubled its viewership compared to last year ‐ with no on-air promotion.
I am, of course, far too elegant to do something like a touchdown dance. But so elegant that I would not write and record a song in which I sing about doing a touchdown dance.
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