Wow

I'm impressed. I didn't realize that politicians would even do such a thing as this, but Mike Huckabee did. As I said, impressive.

And weird.

Post-Turkey Day Update

It was brought to my attention -- perhaps subtly and directly, or maybe inadvertently and indirectly -- that I should update more often. With classes being classes, school being school, and women being confusing-terrifying-worrisome-"pain in the ass"-creatures they usually are ... maybe I need different female friends ... I just haven't found the time or inclination to post anything of worth here.

With that being said, here's a couple photos ...
These are from the Capoeira Athens/UGA sponsored visit of world-renowned Cobra Mansa. And when I say "world-renowned," I mean within Capoeira circles. The man is amazing and a wonderful teacher.

From the rehearsal of the Senior Dance Exit Show.

And lo, there will be more later.

Can't resist this stuff

So I now have the Serbian Sweethearts, Aleks and Zorana, pushing me to go to Serbia with them over the summer. Not only do they adore me, but I'd love it there, we'd have a great time, I'd get to learn the culture and the language, et cetera, et al, as if they really have to try hard to convince me.

My issue? Language barriers. I've been trying off-and-on to learn a little Serbian for the past year and a half or so, and it's slow going, seeing as I'm taking Arabic courses whilst trying to teach myself Serbian. But I'll probably speed up on the Serbian next semester since I'm probably going to break from Arabic for a while.

Anyway, always one to get a jump on things I want to do (... all right, everybody at the same time: HA ...) I downloaded a Serbian-English dictionary, picked up my "Teach Yourself: Serbian" book and CDs, and went looking for poetry and insults. Why? Because they're really fun ways to learn a language, in my opinion. Also, there's the romantic appeal that learning a language through poetry means you'll speak poetically. Supposedly.

But the poetry thing is just my interest. Everybody loves insults. And they have some nice ones. For example ... ("Da Bog ..." is translated as "May ..." though it's literally something like "That God ...")

"Da Bog da ti zena rodila stonogu pa ceo zivot radio za cipele."
Translation: May your wife give birth to a centipede so you have to work for shoes all your life.

"Da Bog da ti kuca bila na CNN-u."
Translation: May your house be live on CNN. (Basically saying through implication, "I hope your house gets bombed by NATO.")

"Ko te shisha."
Translation: (supposedly) What's wrong with you? Literally, "who cuts your hair?" I say supposedly because the dictionary I'm using didn't have shisha or any variant of it.

Class, gotta run.

Oh, yeah ...

Something else, I've been making these for the past 24 hours or so (no, not constantly). The photo folks at the R&B were trying to do the "iPod" commercial effect, and I was trying to think about how I used to do it "back in the day," "back in the day" meaning last semester. So here's a couple.

Photos

So the photos I had planned to load up ...

Yeah, so I got into the idea of doing interesting "party photography" over the summer -- the result of some ill-thoughtout drunken photography on a tour bus in Cuba. This was our last party, pre-cops. The stripper is one of my roommates, the stripper pole is a staple of the household, and she was not, in fact, at all toasty.

Another of the same party, somewhere around midnight, most likely shortly beforehand. With the assistance of house-friend Sam, Robert take a drink off his girlfriend Mia.

Everything else is on my external harddrive, so I'll post more later.

Been a while ...

So I'm terrible at this "updating" stuff. I happen to find other things to do, ie. watch movies (such as I am at the moment).

Uhm ... I'm stringing for the Red and Black, which is fun, but I basically have to drop everything and jump on assignments. Which is simultaneously an enjoyable and annoying. I almost dropped Deepy's birthday party at Applebee's for a photo assignment. She's worth more than a clip file, though, so I declined.

That's sort of a defining factor of my life at the moment. Classes are classes, people are people, my personal life is confusing -- the normal stuff.

I'll load some photos later since blogger is being a punk.

Valiant efforts

In my valiant attempts to avoid starting work on the three (? I think that's right ...) internship applications due on the 15th/16th, which I admit will not actually take that long aside from picking and choosing photos I want to send in, I have managed to ...

... add four new feeds to my NetVibes account.
... look up seven different articles on Zoe's Ark, the French charity group that stands accused of trying to kidnap 100-103 Chadian children. That's the type of clusterfuck that happens when idealism goes awry. Also, Chad's prime minister/president/monarch (I can't remember and I don't feel like looking it up again) accused the group of firefighters, doctors, nurses and journalists of trying to ship the kids back to France to sell to pedophiles or to harvest their organs. Jesus.
... watch a ten-minute video of a journalist undergoing water-boarding and interviewing various professors and such on torture.
... look up an interesting, and somewhat inspiring, article on attraction, and the social signals regarding such things. Yes, there is indeed hope.

Yep, yep, I got those skills.

Ciao.

Oh, and I'm officially a Red and Black photo stringer now. I've had two assignments, a "Low Country Boil" at the Delta Gamma sorority house, and the homecoming parade. One of my parade pictures got published. I'd just link the photo, but I can't find it on the R&B website.

Oh, and I just added yet another feed to my Vibes.

Okay, now, ciao.

East Coast Blackout

I was talking with someone about this photos a while back, so I decided to go look it up. Google. Wonderful thing.

Update

First off, let me say that I want to strangle Nikki and Tara. Now that I don't really know anyone named Nikki or Tara (well, not well enough to actually want to strangle them), so it's just the outward signs of annoyance at third parties. Specifically, the third parties on the advertisement for the "Eye-Fi," an SD card that transmits wireless from one's camera to one's computer. The murderous desire is not due to anything they've actually done -- I simply chose them to be the direction of my ire tonight. Annoyances.

Anyway.

I had my first little assignment from the R&B tonight (as a stringer) and lemme say, it sucked. Which is to say that I had fun, I took some decent (not great, not even "Pretty Good," just decent) photos, I met a bunch of sorority girls that all looked pretty much the same, and I met one of the regular photo staffers at the R&B, Lindy Dugger. Well, semi-regular -- she claims she hasn't been working too much lately. Also, I was informed that I've been thinking wrong about aperture, since I usually try to utilize the smallest possible to get as much depth of field as possible. That needs to be the other way around, most of the time. I mean, it all depends, of course, but I should start watching that, especially since I seem to have a fondness for close-in with a wide-angle.

Not much else to report. I skipped Johnson's photo-j class on Wednesday so I could go with Aleks (but I think this has already been mentioned), but she'll have to wait a few weeks to actually get her citizenship. She aced the test, though, not that that surprised me. "How many stripes on the flag? Who was the first president? Who's the current president?" She's a frigging International Affairs major who attended high school here in the States. Not to mention she borders on painfully smart.

I'm just babbling because I'm tired. Capoeira angola hates me hard.

Ciao.