Saturday, June 26, 2010
Handcrafted Popsicles!
Go to the corner of Highland and North Ave for handcrafted popsicles by the King of Pops! Their $2.50 a pop and totally worth it. I recommend the blueberry lemongrass, so delicious.
Friday, June 25, 2010
Inman Park Pool
Two rolls of film to develop are on their way! Man I wish I could develop black and white film in my sink. I would but it's summer, you need color! Plus, chemicals under the kitchen sink? Hah!
I don't know if you have ever been to Inman Park Pool, but it's pretty awesome. They have a diving board the Beluga Children's swim team! A friend drove so I left my camera bag in my car. I got so mad once a thousand kids were uniformly breastroking away. Imagine a bunch of health-obsessed Moms yelling along the sidelines, "Breaststroke, breaststroke! I said BREASTSTROKE!" *sharp whistle sound effect* And these poor kids are just being forced to take a fun activity like swimming to maybe potentially be the next Michael Phelps. Well, wake up and smell the sunscreen. Michael Phelps didn't set all those goals because Mama Phelps wanted him to. He did it because Mama Phelps supported him wanting to. Go Inman Park Beluga's!
I wanted to give all the little kids my horse trainer's card. First off, I don't have one to give. Second, she doesn't need any more clients. She's literally working herself till she's sick. It's pretty hard for sports-obsessed Moms to become obsessed about horse riding. Especially if they went to my barn. Cheryl wouldn't let it happen and no one is going to leave Cheryl's barn soon. I don't think I've talked much about Cheryl. Cheryl Pritchard, married to Nigel Pritchard, VP of International Something or Other at CNN. I love that he works in Atlanta instead of New York or LA.
While at Inman Park today, my heavily tattooed friend was bitched at by an angry-obsessed swim mom. Then as we were sitting on our poolside chairs, a much friendlier swim team Mom made our view of swim team Mom's better. While I was at the barn I was thinking about what the barn-moms would think of my heavily tattooed friend. I'd like to think they would all accept him for who he is, despite the body decoration. But then as I was thinking, I realized the horse world is probably the least accepting sport. Our barn is very diversified and very open compared to the others, but I don't think they would simply welcome him and his tattoos.
My late-night rambling is over now that my eyes are finally getting heavy. Goodnight Georgia.
I don't know if you have ever been to Inman Park Pool, but it's pretty awesome. They have a diving board the Beluga Children's swim team! A friend drove so I left my camera bag in my car. I got so mad once a thousand kids were uniformly breastroking away. Imagine a bunch of health-obsessed Moms yelling along the sidelines, "Breaststroke, breaststroke! I said BREASTSTROKE!" *sharp whistle sound effect* And these poor kids are just being forced to take a fun activity like swimming to maybe potentially be the next Michael Phelps. Well, wake up and smell the sunscreen. Michael Phelps didn't set all those goals because Mama Phelps wanted him to. He did it because Mama Phelps supported him wanting to. Go Inman Park Beluga's!
I wanted to give all the little kids my horse trainer's card. First off, I don't have one to give. Second, she doesn't need any more clients. She's literally working herself till she's sick. It's pretty hard for sports-obsessed Moms to become obsessed about horse riding. Especially if they went to my barn. Cheryl wouldn't let it happen and no one is going to leave Cheryl's barn soon. I don't think I've talked much about Cheryl. Cheryl Pritchard, married to Nigel Pritchard, VP of International Something or Other at CNN. I love that he works in Atlanta instead of New York or LA.
While at Inman Park today, my heavily tattooed friend was bitched at by an angry-obsessed swim mom. Then as we were sitting on our poolside chairs, a much friendlier swim team Mom made our view of swim team Mom's better. While I was at the barn I was thinking about what the barn-moms would think of my heavily tattooed friend. I'd like to think they would all accept him for who he is, despite the body decoration. But then as I was thinking, I realized the horse world is probably the least accepting sport. Our barn is very diversified and very open compared to the others, but I don't think they would simply welcome him and his tattoos.
My late-night rambling is over now that my eyes are finally getting heavy. Goodnight Georgia.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Bike Rides for MS!
Bike Rides for MS!
For cyclists all across the US, this is a great way to meet fellow cyclists and support a great cause. Look for a ride in your area, they are all across the country and all year long. Registration is a small 35$ fee with a fund raising minimum of 150$. 82 cents of each dollar raised goes directly to providing services for people living with multiple sclerosis and the rest goes to finding a cure. If this isn't your thing, you can make a donation or sponsor a rider. Or if you aren't a cyclist, spread the word!
I will hopefully be doing the NYC October 3rd 30 mile one, hopefully.
For cyclists all across the US, this is a great way to meet fellow cyclists and support a great cause. Look for a ride in your area, they are all across the country and all year long. Registration is a small 35$ fee with a fund raising minimum of 150$. 82 cents of each dollar raised goes directly to providing services for people living with multiple sclerosis and the rest goes to finding a cure. If this isn't your thing, you can make a donation or sponsor a rider. Or if you aren't a cyclist, spread the word!
I will hopefully be doing the NYC October 3rd 30 mile one, hopefully.
Monday, June 7, 2010
PS Warehouse 585 Wells St
This summer hasn't been going the way I planned. I was expecting to have a job somewhere by now. An income to support my photo habit. Thus I haven't been able to take almost any pictures lately.
I was also shocked by a few people who I thought were my friends who apparently aren't. It's always difficult dealing with people who let you down.
My horse, Tripp, has been consistently the greatest thing in my life ever since I left for New York. He is the only constant, who will never ever let me down. If anything, he carries me on when I can't do it alone. This probably sounds weird to people who aren't animal lovers. You'll just never know.
Tripp is my first love, my second is a tie between photography and music. My friend Collin is a hardcore encyclopedia. I was proud to realize I was a photography encyclopedia. Anyway, I love music, especially hardcore, as much as I love photography. I love documenting anything and everything hardcore. Lately, it's been a little depressing in Hate City hardcore. Some people act like kings when they really do nothing to help anyone. My friend's car battery died. He was parked right behind me. So these two guys come up to try to help him. I take two pictures of the situation, friends helping friends. One guy walks off saying he won't help if there's pictures. So I say I'm done and put away my camera. I wasn't taking pictures of him anyway. Most useless help I've ever seen in my life. There was at least fifteen people who showed up and hung out outside the whole time, didn't even pay or go inside. That's just irritating.
Anyway, our local venue is in need of help. The stage is dangerously wobbly. It's also small but there isn't a way to get the size fixed with the amount of money we have. The venue has no money to spare to fix the stage. I was trying to think of ways to get wood. No one has any money. I've been living off a 250$ check my mom reimbursed me for the past few weeks. I have money on my debit card, but I've been trying to regulate and use it as little as possible. I'm going to Home Depot tomorrow to see if we are anywhere within a general price range. Wish me luck.
I was also shocked by a few people who I thought were my friends who apparently aren't. It's always difficult dealing with people who let you down.
My horse, Tripp, has been consistently the greatest thing in my life ever since I left for New York. He is the only constant, who will never ever let me down. If anything, he carries me on when I can't do it alone. This probably sounds weird to people who aren't animal lovers. You'll just never know.
Tripp is my first love, my second is a tie between photography and music. My friend Collin is a hardcore encyclopedia. I was proud to realize I was a photography encyclopedia. Anyway, I love music, especially hardcore, as much as I love photography. I love documenting anything and everything hardcore. Lately, it's been a little depressing in Hate City hardcore. Some people act like kings when they really do nothing to help anyone. My friend's car battery died. He was parked right behind me. So these two guys come up to try to help him. I take two pictures of the situation, friends helping friends. One guy walks off saying he won't help if there's pictures. So I say I'm done and put away my camera. I wasn't taking pictures of him anyway. Most useless help I've ever seen in my life. There was at least fifteen people who showed up and hung out outside the whole time, didn't even pay or go inside. That's just irritating.
Anyway, our local venue is in need of help. The stage is dangerously wobbly. It's also small but there isn't a way to get the size fixed with the amount of money we have. The venue has no money to spare to fix the stage. I was trying to think of ways to get wood. No one has any money. I've been living off a 250$ check my mom reimbursed me for the past few weeks. I have money on my debit card, but I've been trying to regulate and use it as little as possible. I'm going to Home Depot tomorrow to see if we are anywhere within a general price range. Wish me luck.
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