I have Tools!

I’m super excited because the weekend my parents were in town, my dad took me to Home Depot and we bought me a bunch of tools and a tool box. The tool box is a bit cheesy: small, black and plastic. I wanted something big, and steely and metal, that would clank when I drop shit in it. I also got a 4ft. ladder, stud finder, a box of screws, a group of drill bits, eye hooks and wing screws, and some other stuff. But most excitedly, I got my very own drill gun! See below. It’s not as powerful as I wanted (I think it’s a “lady” screw gun), but I wasn’t the one paying, and I think it’s going to be a good starter one nonetheless. I don’t know why I am so excited about this but I am. I really have a deep desire to own a house just so I can go fixing it up and building things. I really have no idea where this comes from or when it happened. But I really like the idea of building something with my hands and getting dirty and gritty. So we’ll see. I’d like to build my own custom design desk, but I think that’s way too advance for me. Little things first. Tonight, I hung up some eye hooks and used them to hang up some boards on a wire. Yup. Pretty great.

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I have Tools!

Stop Talking : Censoring the Blogosphere

I can’t help but wonder if the Internet isn’t a double edged sword. Sure, it gave millions of people access to voice their opinions that they probably wouldn’t have had the opportunity to do otherwise. But on the darker side, many people say stupid, offensive, trivial and incendiary things. And the problem is that without a good head on your shoulders to rationalize, a person could easily be persuaded to believe what appears to be truthful but is not.

I understand that we can’t just go around censoring the people whose writings on the wall do nothing to contribute to the internet or society. I realize the perils of having a governing body censor information, no matter how ridiculous, offensive or crass. But I wonder if it’ll ever be possible for ME to censor this stuff for myself. I would love to be able to go to YouTube and not have to see the inane comments and just see the 30-40 meaningful ones from people I’ve approved of. But not just on YouTube, but on the entire internet. I’ll search for a political figure, and instead of having to read obnoxious speculations that she’s a lesbian because she’s an older single woman, I’d meaningful information about her political biases and voting record. Imagine content from say, Fox News, just being completely eliminated from my sphere of the Internet. Google would just know that I prefer to get my news from NYT, NPR, CNN, BBC or generally left leaning media.

However, for the most part I can already do that. I simply just don’t ever visit Fox News or YouTube for that matter.

And I’m not talking about removing people, writing or comments that disagree with my own. I’m talking about removing those who aren’t participating in a dialogue or conversation. Those people who just want to spray paint Fuck You on the wall, and then run away to hide like cowards watching their graffiti from afar. It’s these people that I’m sick of dealing with. I always welcome a debate or conversation on a topic, and I would never want to disengage that. But people who make snarky and rude comments should have their internet privileges revoked. I cant help but assume those that are a waste of space online, are probably wastes of space offline too.

Stop Talking : Censoring the Blogosphere

Where’s my Naan?

So, I got some Indian food for dinner last – an order of Malai Kofta and Garlic Naan. I freaking love Indian food, for a vegetarian it never makes me feel like I’m missing out. It’s not like it’s just a larger side dish, it’s not just a plate of green beans or anything, Indian vegetarian meals are real meals. And I definitely appreciate that.

Anyway…

Genrally my Malai Kofta comes with a side of rice and some naan. But apparently, garlic naan trumps regular naan. But the thing is – I still want my free, plain naan. I just want the garlic naan in addition to that. And I can only think that the restaurant takes one of two positions on this: 1. They assume that I don’t want plain naan because I ordered garlic naan or 2. They’re purposely trying to save a little here and there, and think they can get away with not giving naan.

While, 1. don’t ever assume anything. 2. saving on naan is pretty stingy. What does naan cost to make? Seriously, three cents? I guess my problem is, if there was any confusion, why didn’t the restaurant just ask me? Oh well, I guess next time I’ll know to ask for my naan.

Where’s my Naan?

FRUS-TRA-TED

Whenever the away team was losing in a Cornell Hockey game, and one of the players took a cheap shot against one of our players, the Lynah faithful would roar into a “FRUS-TRA-TED” chant. It was delightfully taunting. It’s not as bad as say, kicking a man when he’s down, but more like, laughing at him from across the street while he’s down.

Nothing more to really say. I’m feeling frustrated. I am the master of my fate and yet, I don’t know what the best thing for me to do is. I don’t know which way to steer the ship. What kind of crappy captain am I? And as a result I’m getting no where. And granted this frustration has only occurred in the past few days. But with my compulsive, one-track mind, it’s consumed too many hours in those few days. Must make decisions…

Sidenote: Is it a harder task for a female creative/artist/whatever to strike out on her own?

FRUS-TRA-TED

Biking biking biking

I really love riding my bike around the city. However, last August in the middle of rush hour on Charles St., a guy opened his door on me and I ended up on the street like an idiot. Besides a bit bruised and confused, I was fine. Oh and terrified that the city bus coming up behind me was going to run me over at any second. Luckily, the bus was safely stopped behind me. Props to Baltimore city bus drivers.

Fast forward nine months and I’ve been on my bike less than ten times since. Which sucks so much because I used to ride everyday, and at my old job I even commuted to work by bike. So today, I’d like to acknowledge my triumphant (and shaky) return to biking.

I only did 2 miles around the city, and I’m still pretty scared whenever I’m riding along parked cars and traffic starts to pull up behind me. After about the first two blocks I realized I was holding my breath. But I just kept going around the neighborhood and it wasn’t too bad.

Oh except for the guy talking on his cell phone while driving who turned the wrong way down a way one way street into my lane. Yeah, thanks guy. Luckily, I was paying attention and stopped before hitting him.

One of my thirty x thirty ideas is to ride the MD-PA trail. And while it might not happen this fall like I was hoping, I can confidently say that it will happen.

Biking biking biking

Gotta Look Professional

I had the awesome pleasure of taking some photos of my old friend, Peter T. Anderson. (Old as in from a long time ago, not that he’s old, which you’ll see from the photos.) He recently graduated from law school and needed some professional looking pics. Take a look below.

aperture f/5.0, shutter speed 1/1000 s, ISO 100

aperture f/5.6, shutter speed 1/125 s, ISO 100

aperture f/5.0, shutter speed 1/160 s, ISO 100

aperture f/5.0, shutter speed 1/30 s, ISO 640

Gotta Look Professional