Category: Futile

Photo Credit

During my sister’s visit I was asked who exactly took the photo of Rhen’s Life Aquatic. Generally I’m quick to claim content on my blog although in my mind I already had doubts. I decided to be stubborn and claim ownership for the rest of the night until I could take a look at the photoset in iPhoto. I knew by my sister’s face her mind was made up about who exactly took that photo, but still I had to see the set. Seriously, when you take as many photos of your kid as we do, you honestly forget who took the photo.

Upon seeing the set I quickly realized it was Christi’s work. First of all I had no recollection of the series and the style definitely was not mine. Christi has actual training. She has a degree in photojournalism. I have a degree in history and was taught by her. It makes all the difference. I tend to force the composition because I’m always looking for content. It is one of the downsides of publishing daily. Christi, unfettered by a blog, is patient and knows the shot will eventually come. Maybe not today or this tomorrow, but like hunting deer in the woods, it will eventually wander by, unbeknownst to an amateur like myself.

So once again, my wife, takes another great shot for my blog. Thanks honey.

Fork Dream

Last night, I dreamt of Manderlay I was jumped by street toughs and wrestled to the ground. I was then lectured (yes, just like in class) on accidents and fate with a forked poked under my left eye. At the end of the lecture, he jammed the fork into my eye and ripped it out. I mean, what the hell? It’s not the worst nightmare I’ve ever had, but still it caught me off guard. Anyway, it got much worse. Ugh, I don’t even want to talk about it.

Weekend Roundup

Rhen and I are kicking it around the house this morning while C. sleeps in. I guess she had a Pepsi before we went to bed and had a hard time getting to sleep. So Rhen is in his Johnny Jump Up rocking out, having already burned out in the Exersaucer.

Pretty good weekend so far. We got Rhen a new umbrella stroller. Ladies and Gentleman, we give you the Jeep All Weather Umbrella Stroller. This thing rules. The other one from Walmart (we suck) was too short. Christi theorized that it was designed short for new teenage mothers. It was also rickety and pushed Rhen forward so it looked like he was heaving. We are very pleased with the Jeep. Nice and tall. Easy to maneuver.

On the movie front we finally watched The Ring 2. Yes, we are a bit behind in movies. Once again, really scary but man did the plot stink and the character development? Slow, slow, slow! Same for the plot. I grew a bit bored during the movie while Christi covered herself during the more intense scenes. A little bit on the deer. Fakey fakety fake! Bad CGI deer. It was okay for a little bit but then when they all came out–no good. Your CGI is showing. My favorite part, by far is at the end,when Rachel comes out of the well and is surrounded by the misty forest filled with birch trees. I love birch trees. The scariest tree ever–screw the hoary pine. Birch is where it’s at. Anyway, somehow that scene made up for killing off the newspaper owner, Aiden’s inexplicable growth spurt (how long did it take to film this movie?), and Sissy Spacek’s embarassing performance as Samara’s natural birth mother. Sissy? Please. In the end, I ‘m glad we didn’t buy.

If you would like to see a good movie, I recommend The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou. Each shot, much like The Royal Tenenbaums is richly designed.

My favorite quote from Aquatic:
Ned Plimpton: Are we being attacked by hijackers?
Steve Zissou: Out here we call them “pirates”.

If anything, watch this movie for the superb soundtrack. David Bowie, some nice spritely orchestral pieces and Portuguese versions of David Bowie classics performed by Seu Jorge. Sweet.

Strange, today is Sept. 11th. The fourth anniversary of the attacks. Hardly a peep from any of the major news outlets about it. I watched the celebrity-studded Shelter from the Storm fundraiser Friday night, which made me think about the September 11th fundraiser because the sets were so similiar? Anyway, I remember being sad and exhausted, watching the Dixie Chicks perform I believe in Love and still feeling some sort of hope for us all, not knowing that after that song ended, nothing would ever be the same again.

Goodbye, long wretched week

I won’t say you have been the hardest week, but I’m glad you’re gone.

I have Rhen in his Johnny Jump Up but I just don’t think it’s going to happen. He’s latched on to the strap and is moaning. He has a very handsome outfit on today. In the spirit of thinking global we went with the “triumvirate” socks. France, Great Britain, and the United States. Black stretchy pants with white horizontal stripes, his Patrick and Alisa onesie, and his cable knit sweater. Looking good.

What else do we have here today? Mom left to visit Patrick in Seattle. Can you believe she flew out on Northwest and she’s a part of a union? Strike breaker–but then again, Gert bought the tickets. Doh! I forgot to tell her to buy us some snickerdoodles from Whole Foods. Hint, hint if you’re reading this Mom.

It’s funny, last night I had this whole post worked out in my head about Christi’s “ranch tooth” but now I can’t even remember the gist of it much less the opening sentence. Anyway, I’m happy for the weekend.