i am torn. one half of me likes skiing in the alps; the other hacking ikea furniture. i dont think the two can be reconciled.
Tag: one sentence a day
i wish i could remember what ersatz means.
i keep forgetting.
adjective: Serving as a substitute, especially of inferior quality; artificial; noun: A substitute or imitation.
getting older
damnit. i actually look younger on 3 year old photos. that’s not cool. i didn’t think i’d age.
anyway, i’d like to officially lodge a protest. that’s all.
and now:
January 2010
I feel like I’m starting to feel very tired from the stress. thank goodness I have:
a supportive husband
an amazingly patient and helpful girlfirend
ridiculously easy going friends who forgive my disappearances
smarter than I coworkers
and a good manager
but I still want to start leaving work at 5, not 6-7:30 which is what goes so far.
random:
black seal rum is delicious
want to try rye whiskey and single malt
got a tetanus shot – ouch!
totd: wow i have a whole closet to myself to organize.
cirque du soleil
never been before. one of tim’s friends from the sailing club has an extra ticket and i’m going for the first time tomorrow – WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
photography
lightroom with quick collection + flag + rating + color == organizing 300 photos into the 10 you want to show coworkers in 10 minutes. priceless.
2nd day in goose bay
on accents: bear is like beer
but people are terrifically nice!
waking up at 3am, 5am, 5am for 3 consecutive days really messes with your head.
its daylight here at 6am. (like, sun way above horizon). i think sun rises right before 5, and its already light at 4am. its light until 9pm.
weather here is gorgeous.
there are a lot of army people.
never confuse a labrador-ian and newfoundland-er.
thursday
lesson learned: don’t wear all black, way to bring own energy down.
i love my dishwasher. when i hear it washing the dishes i want to kiss and hug it. is it wrong to love technology this much?
‘Dodging and burning are steps to take care of mistakes God made in establishing tonal relationships.’ (Ansel Adams)