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This ol’ blog deserves way more attention from me, but with so much that is blogworthy happening, there’s just no time to write it down. Which is a shame, because that’s why I started it back in 2001. Maybe I will make a better habit of it in the new year? I know I want to.
Anyway, Marjorie and I are Xmassing in Vancouver with the Phillips clan, and then to the island on Boxing Day with the Taverners Senior. Lots to post about. There’s often some opportunity for quiet introspection out in Qualicum Beach. Stay tuned?
Merry Xmas to all. And thank you for checking in. I’m thinking of you, too.
As a sign of how rarely I post, and I suppose of how tiny my readership is now (hi Davin! hi Mom!) I have been participating in Movember since, well, Movember 1st, and I’m only getting around to posting something about it now – Movember 25th. Happy Thanksgiving, Americaland! Happy Black Friday!
Movember is all about men’s health issues. To put it simply, most guys, being guys, would put off going to a doctor until the tumor is riding sidesaddle. We need help not just in spreading awareness that we do, in fact, have health issues, but a little self-awareness – the occasional check up is no bad thing. A little camaraderie and social encouragement is just what the doctor ordered.
If you’d like to learn more, check out the info page here. Please consider helping out my Movember fund raising effort – here’s where you do that. On behalf of your junk, thank you.
Work-wise, I just wrapped the 4th shoot in three weeks, the app graphics are nearly done, and we have at least one new client. There have been no real days off since M & I got back from our gorgeous (and top-speed) honeymoon in Italy. This, on top of a neighbourhood completely over run with not just Occupy Wall Street and their omnipresent flock of New York’s Finest, but also a legion of trucks, show cars, tents and crew for the next Batman movie. Spoiler: something big goes down on Wall Street. Possibly several somethings. And it snowed yesterday. A lot. Summer, I suspect, has left the building.
Anyway, I have yet to sit in one place long enough to tackle any wedding or honeymoon pictures. We’re only just able to get back to the thank you cards tonight! Speaking of which, back to it I go. Hopefully I’ll get some pics done this week?
There are thousands of pictures from the wedding and our Italian honeymoon, and I will get to them, but I needed to share this one first. I am rich beyond my dreams. Thank you, Marjorie.
I’m married! To Marjorie! We’re in Venice! Last night we laughed, wondering where exactly this whole thing appears on each of our Top 5000 Things Least Likely To Happen about 5 years ago. Two years ago, of course, I had already decided. Oh yes. Done deal.
I promise stories. And more pictures. You can see the first few from the wedding at Marjorie And Adrian under the Photos drop down menu. Wi-Fi is easy enough to find in Italy so far, but time… not so much. We have to go catch a train for Florence. That’s Firenze to the locals.
Wish I had time for a proper update. But I don’t. More later!
Not to take anything away from the thousands of people along the Eastern seaboard who have suffered major damage to their homes (and still are, farther up the coast), but us folk here in Manhattan are feeling a little ripped off. We’re in what was recently the eye of Irene, Category 1 Hurricane, the size of Europe, and is now the empty butt of Irene, Tropical Storm. No big deal. From our perspective in the Flatiron district, it was a rainy night like any other we’ve had this August.
What’s funniest to me is the mob of TV viewers who are upset with the news people. “Much ado about nothing.” I have to imagine that these are the people who won’t bother to pack up and evacuate next time, and they are the ones who will drown in eleven feet of storm surge.
Yep, Manhattan got lucky. I was hoping for a lot more photo opportunity. But I will still pack up just as carefully next time. It’s one thing to be disappointed by an under-performing force of nature, but it’s another thing entirely to ignore the media (and the government) the next time they spend a fortune in resources trying to keep us all alive. Come on guys, just appreciate your good fortune and get on with being mad at the city for dragging ass getting transit back online. Somehow, we have to find a cab to take us home at the same time as 350,000 other New Yorkers.
Looks like another beautiful afternoon in the Upper Bay. The Verrazano Narrows Bridge looks happy, if a little hazy. The sun is gorgeous and the humidity is downright pleasant.
Zoiks.
We live in the Financial District. I have a front row seat – a south facing view. If I were going to stick around in my 43rd floor apartment, I would have an unrestricted view of what is apparently a Cat2 hurricane as she rolls directly over New York City. This will be the first time this has happened in, oh, ninety years.
But I’m not staying in my south-facing 43rd floor apartment with the unrestricted view of the Upper Bay. Marjorie has been quite firm on this. Fair enough. I’ll gaf-tape the windows and tape the shower curtain over the entertainment centre just in case. The windows are rated for 100mph, but you never know. That 100mph probably doesn’t include shrapnel.
We’ll mosey up to the Barans’, who should be cozy in the Flatiron District. We’ll spend Saturday and probably Sunday night there. Get some work done. Play some dominoes. We’re undecided about tonight. The trains will shut down at noon tomorrow, and we don’t want to get caught in a pinch. You never know.
So I’m packing a few days worth of clothes, the laptop and the most important drives, and of course the cameras. I’ll definitely bring my rain gear, because I suspect there may be some sights worth shooting this weekend.
Now… where can I pick up a shotgun and a broadsword for the imminent zombie incursion?
It’s pretty common during major events like this for digital lines to go down (thank you, AT&T), so if I don’t post for a bit, hang in there. Don’t panic, is what I’m saying. We’re New Yorkers, after all.
Should be an interesting weekend.
Arlington, Texas, shows up in my tracking a lot. Who do I know in Arlington? Am I the subject of a (very) active government investigation? Am I being vetted by a panel of experts for a new reality show about the next up-and-comers in the film world? Am I being stalked?
Anyway, moving on. Gorgeous day outside. And Marjorie and I are talking honeymoon in Tuscany. I’ve always wanted to see Firenze. Might have to sell an organ or two to get there, but I think we’re worth it.
