Thursday, February 11, 2010

148. Spring Cleaning

Being that my life is in a sort of transitional phase at the moment, I thought it might be the perfect time to clean up one of my favorite places; my Flickr account. I was almost as ruthless in my deleting of photos as I was cleaning out my closet. I think I've managed to trim it down to a more focused sort of portfolio, though I'm still finding shots scattered throughout that I'll probably cut.

Photography is my favorite thing, no question. It's the most approachable and satisfying form of creative expression I have. I just wish I had the motivation to spend more time working at it. Lately I find that the majority of the photos I take are with my iPhone. Partially because I haven't gotten Photoshop installed on my laptop to be able to work with my Canon 30D and because the cost of film development exceeds my budget, but also because the iPhone just happens to be the one camera I have with me all the time. Fortunately, it takes pretty great photos for a phone.

Since I use it so much, I've invested in multiple photo editing apps to give myself a little more creative control over the final product. Of those, my favorite is one called Camera Bag. If you have an iPhone, I'd definitely recommend it. I'm having so much fun with it I actually added a set to Flickr just for my artsy iPhone shots.

My only other excuse for not shooting nearly enough is the weather. It's been really rainy for months, and I just can't bring myself to take the schmancy equipment out. I'm hoping that will change soon, but I really should have been working on self portraits or something this entire time. I have all of this lighting equipment that came with my 30D, but no clue how to use it. So this is me, kicking myself for sitting around wasting so much time. Get on with it, would you?

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

147. 2 Weeks Notice

Only 2 more weeks until my visit to St. Louis. Terribly excited by this. It's getting harder and harder to concentrate on work. Ever since the outsourcing announcement I've felt like I put in my 2 weeks notice. Except my notice is about 9 months long. Fortunately for me, everyone else seems to have checked out as well, so we're all just sort of killing time waiting to move on. It's not bad, really.

I've spent a lot of time recently wandering around on Lonely Planet, daydreaming of of the fascinating places I hope to visit one day. Currently a bit obsessed with Iceland. Volcanoes and glaciers and hot springs, oh my!



I'm 28 years old and I have only traveled beyond the US border once. And that was only for a weekend, and it was only Vancouver, BC. Which is practically a neighborhood of Seattle and hardly counts at all.

I was supposed to visit Alaska this summer, until my brother informed me that the round trip cost alone was going to be somewhere just under $1,000. I still intend to go, but it's going to have to wait until Summer 2011 I think.

Until then I plan to save and pay off some debt, and hopefully once I do, I can start having the sort of adventures I've been imagining all day every day.

Monday, February 8, 2010

146. Nutrition Fail.



Yeah, I just ate cake for lunch at 8:00 in the morning.
What?!

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

145. Materialism and You: The First Step is Admitting You Have a Problem

I think that I'm pretty much moved into my new apartment. In the process of doing so I have reached a very important conclusion; I own entirely too much stuff.

While I was ferrying it over, I unloaded at least 4 trash bags of stuff on my local Goodwill. Yet I still can't find space for everything I kept. It's actually making me sort of clausterphobic. It seemed like a one bedroom would be plenty big, but I perhaps I underestimated the quantity of junk I own.

I'm not even sure why I keep it all. What good are a bunch of old year books and piles of clothes you almost never wear? But I do wear all of my clothes sometimes, and people are supposed to care about things like high school memories, right? It just feels overwhelming. I hate feeling like I have this enormous ball and chain to drag with me everywhere I go. None of it seems terribly worth keeping except for things like books and records. Or stuff I use on a daily basis.

I suspect it may be time I began to embrace a more minimalist existence.