My uncle Gene’s ashes were carried to the graveyard in his killer New Yorker. I was wishing my remains could be conveyed in something as classy and well cared for. It was a fitting moment for a great uncle and a kind, joyful man, you will be missed, Gene.
Got back Sunday night from a crazy last minute trip to Mexico City. So fun, challenging and interesting it was. I was pretty busy the whole time and can’t elaborate about the project now, but here are a few snaps and video of the city I grabbed in the moments when I looked up from my laptop.
The entryway to the Camino Real, where I stayed.
Color, color, lots of color.
My working corner of my hotel room.
My wife’s having a birthday, so I decree her to be queen for a day! Happy birthday lady-girl, you’re the best.
LOVE THIS VID. So fun. Then add the “making of” afterwards and get your mind blown by how simple and ingenious his work his.
Saw these clouds outside my work last week, shot some pics with my Iphone and stitched them together. Click for a MUCH larger image.
Love this app for Iphone “Hipstamatic.” Takes pics and gives them an analog, hipster-approved light bleed or chroma filter or film grain, etc. It’s either on or off really, it either ruins a pic or makes it spectacular and cool. Here are some of my cool ones.
It’s very 2010 to think you need to love your job; I hear the voice of my grandfathers generation grumbling “shut up and get to work,” and in some ways they’re right. Being diligent, that’s a great thing. Going quietly about your work and putting your back into it is commendable. You’re providing for yourself and/or your family and you’re adding something to the world. And then there are the cockroaches.
Watching Gordon Ramsay on Kitchen Nightmares (see them here on Hulu) you see how bad things can get when you stop caring. Chefs and managers and waitstaff who lose their passion let their environment and relationships deteriorate to an alarming extent. Spoiled food served to customers, horrible service, lying, laziness, and of course rats and cockroaches in the pantries and basements. When Ramsay points this out (in a foul-mouthed and over-the-top way) these people look at the roaches in a daze, as if they’re seeing them for the first time. In some way I think they are, they have disconnected so completely they can’t even honestly take in their surroundings, they are in a state of utter denial.
I’ve let roaches invade some areas of my life, more than once. No amount of external pressure explains it either, that love, that passion can only come from inside me and can only be allowed to dim by me. Here’s to never letting in the cockroaches again!
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