Nov 17

Sometimes the best camera is the one you don’t have

These photos are just a reminder to me to carry and use my real camera more.

Oh sure, my phone is a fantastic piece of technology. It does many interesting and useful and cool things. Plus it is a phone! And has games! But if I had been carrying my DSLR when I left the building for a chilly lunchtime hour I wouldn’t have had to fake the depth of field here:

And I could have taken a proper macro. And the picture, despite my having to pull out the media card and plug it into a reader and plug that into the computer, would look better.

Excuse me. I got distracted. You see, being the first of the month, that means I had to create a new subdirectory on the site for these photos. And that reminded me that I needed to do the monthly cleaning of the desktop of my laptop. And that takes some time. There’s the unstacking, the reminiscing, the categorizing, filing and trashing. It takes a while.

What? You don’t clean your desktop regularly? Or are you saying monthly is too long to go in-between?

Yes, I always clean mine at the beginning of the month. And then, a few days from now, I’ll do the routine, monthly backing up of my phone. Unless I forget again, for something like the fourth time in a row.

I recently discovered the Chris Gethard show. And I was so glad to see Tig Notaro, who is absolutely brilliant, appear on this episode:

Here’s a cool backgrounder on that show:

And from there you can go down the rabbit hole at your leisure. But before you do … I was sitting on the sofa this evening, having one of those moments where the feeling is just right. This was that moment that you want to hang on to because the memory is the kind you’d like to retrieve from time to time, when you need to remember that you can find contentment in nothing.

The Yankee was doing something in the kitchen and listening to Pandora and Jay Farrar was singing and it reminded me of May 1, 1998.

I had to look it up, that was May 1, 1998. Tonight’s moment was a moment populated by the memory of one sentence, said as an aside, into a microphone 19-and-a-half years ago, to the day.

Oct 17

Happy Halloween

I was outside from the car to the building this morning, obviously. And I walked back outside from the building to the car at about 8:30 tonight. And in between I think I only even looked out one window, at one point, late in the afternoon. This is the little slice you see if you’re standing in our television studio:

It is a fancy space. You’re looking east there, so you have a great opportunity at about 9:30 to see some nice early sunlight and then at about 5:20, this time of year, you get this view in the evening. But that was the only view I had today. It was a fairly hectic day.

And I didn’t even see any kids begging for candy. Our neighborhood pretty much shuts down at 8 p.m., it seems. I saw one little clutch as I drove back into the top of the neighborhood, their bags bulging, their makeup running and their blood sugars already soaring, I think they were calling it a night.

So these were the costumes I saw today:

Another crew did our humble little news show this evening, as well:

So Halloween is over. I’m hiding the kids’ candy, you say. Bring on November, you say.

Give me April, I say.

Oct 17

I sat inside and shivered

The other day I mentioned that Allie now seems to enjoy our brown blanket. When it gets cold, as it was Saturday, a damp, bitter chill was inescapably everywhere, throughout the day, she decided it’d be OK if I put her under the blanket.

The Black Cat has a hard life, is what we’re saying here.

I managed to tear myself away from other things on Sunday afternoon just as the clouds cleared out and the sun was exposed and the light shift caught the trees. This is a tricky, timed business, particularly this time of year. We don’t have a clear view of sunsets from the yard, but there are a few beautiful moments in the golden hour. So I sit and look out our southern-facing windows and enjoy the dance in the tree line behind us.

Of course I missed the magical moment by about two minutes yesterday.

And how was your weekend?

Oct 17

The winter squash whodunit

One of our students was carrying around a pumpkin today. I think it was a home economics exercise. He’s toting around a child cucurbita, or a grandbaby gourd.

(I suppose it could be for Halloween.)

Anyway, he left the pumpkin at the television studio this morning. I could have offered to take good care of the squash plant, but it seemed more fun to hold it for ransom. Pay up, or get him back in (pumpkin pie) slices. Give me what I want or the jack-o-lantern-to-be doesn’t get an ear. Call the veggie cops, and he gets crooked eyes.

I couldn’t even work through all of these puns — and they get even worse pretty quickly — before the student swooped in and picked him up. The cultivar custody caper was resolved.

Some shows the students produced last night. A sports desk show:

And a talk show that they’ll put on the air on Sunday night:

But let’s not get that far ahead of ourselves. There’s still a whole weekend to enjoy.

Oct 17

The beautiful trouble of autumn

It seems like that time of year where you try to catalog the changing of the leaves, because they’re pretty, but because you want them to stay. So we’ll do that. Here are a few pictures from campus today:

You can never really capture and preserve and share autumn. That’s the trouble, but it doesn’t keep us from trying. And I’ll keep trying.