I hadn't read her articles is a long while. They always seems hard to get to online, but she was one of the funniest and bravest political writers there was. Never could someone be so angry and yet so full of happiness at the fact.
She will be missed.
Molly Ivins
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Her old home, the Texas Observer
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Thursday, February 01, 2007
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
January in Photos
From my Photo365 blog:
Billie did this over at the Parts-n-Pieces' Project 365 blog and I really liked the idea, so I stole it.
I'm afraid my analysis will be less clear and insightful though. I have found it difficult to keep shooting, even when, or especially when, I'm not feeling inspired. I think it has helped me though. I am looking with photographer's eyes more often during the day and I like that a lot (and I promise I'll give them back eventually).
The thing is, I was never sure if this was going to be a photo journal of my daily meanderings, or a photo project to push myself to look for new pictures in familiar places. I think it's becoming both, even though I think it might be more rewarding if I focused on one or the other.
As for the photos themselves, it seems clear that I like patterns and graffiti. I'm trying to find new angles and perspectives, but many fall short. In particular, I'm disappointed in the candle shot. I really thought it would me more interesting. I'm a sucker for a cheap laugh and use food as comfort.
hmm... Maybe that should be my personal ad.
Billie did this over at the Parts-n-Pieces' Project 365 blog and I really liked the idea, so I stole it.
I'm afraid my analysis will be less clear and insightful though. I have found it difficult to keep shooting, even when, or especially when, I'm not feeling inspired. I think it has helped me though. I am looking with photographer's eyes more often during the day and I like that a lot (and I promise I'll give them back eventually).
The thing is, I was never sure if this was going to be a photo journal of my daily meanderings, or a photo project to push myself to look for new pictures in familiar places. I think it's becoming both, even though I think it might be more rewarding if I focused on one or the other.
As for the photos themselves, it seems clear that I like patterns and graffiti. I'm trying to find new angles and perspectives, but many fall short. In particular, I'm disappointed in the candle shot. I really thought it would me more interesting. I'm a sucker for a cheap laugh and use food as comfort.
hmm... Maybe that should be my personal ad.
Little Boy Blue
Funny, I haven't taken a bluebook exam in a really long time. Those bluebooks are a lot more expensive than I remember. I'm not that old am I? Seriously, I thought they were about a dime or something. Shows what I know.
The text was particularly nerve-wracking. It was an undergrad course outside of my department, so it was kind of strange - like I was an undergrad all over again. Except I'm old. And there are a handful students that are in the class and the class I'm TAing. Awkward.
Like all tests however, it passed. As generally is the case, it was neither as fearsome as expected, nor was I as prepared as I should have been, but such is the human condition.
Rinse, wash, repeat.
The text was particularly nerve-wracking. It was an undergrad course outside of my department, so it was kind of strange - like I was an undergrad all over again. Except I'm old. And there are a handful students that are in the class and the class I'm TAing. Awkward.
Like all tests however, it passed. As generally is the case, it was neither as fearsome as expected, nor was I as prepared as I should have been, but such is the human condition.
Rinse, wash, repeat.
Monday, January 29, 2007
And He Prepared Hecatombs...
Thank Ye oh, generous spirits of the interwebs. The dongle is returned once again to its rightful place and all is well.
'cept it's too late to run now. Thanks anyway 'tubes.
'cept it's too late to run now. Thanks anyway 'tubes.
By the Pricking of My Thumbs
I call forth the powers that flow through the tubes that serve as the foundation of these, our internets.
Where'd my iSweat dongle go?
Where'd my iSweat dongle go?
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