halloween was a bit odd

I mean, the other devs and their room mate were in adult onesies modeled after their spirit animals (self-chosen). I wore my blurry bear t-shirt, because I'd be to hot in a onesie. Then, on the way back from lunch, there was a photo studio, so I took a few shots. Then, on the street, a guy in a creepy mask, standing and staring. So, not much different than any other day. Just with costumes.

pictures from the bart

The daily commute. I've been pushing myself lately to make more pictures wherever I can. While I was working heavily on the watch, it seems my creative juices were at a low ebb, or possibly they were all used up. I'm getting back at it, though. Making myself shoot any time I think of it. There's never not time to snap a few photos. If if seems like there isn't, my priorities are out of whack. I used to shoot until I was literally passed out, wake up, take a few frames, and pass out again. Shoot while injured, shoot while dying od dysentery, shoot while on a bus, crashing into a ditch, shoot while digging ourselves out of the ditch. I was going to blather on about james baldwin here (the diff is in git if you're really curious) but I decided instead to link to this really useful list of "the things you'll need to write a novel":http://tobylitt.wordpress.com/2014/11/14/9-things-you-need-to-write-a-novel/ which is remarkably similar to the list of the things you'll need to do anything creative. The means are different, but eveverything else, yeah. Time, time, time, check. Selfishness, Generosity, check. The means? I hope so. A discipline: Yep. A yearning? Definitely. Tone? Yes. Lots of tone. Photography would be lifeless without tone.

many karaoke shenanigans

The dictionary tells us that shenanigans are when more than three people go to the Mint karaoke bar at any one time. The cold dictionary definition fails to capture the passion, the raw emotion of drinking 5 or 7 shots of fireball and singing "Baby Got Back" in front of your closest friends, and a bunch of people you hope to never see again. I'll leave it as an exercise for the reader who is who. Except the car guy I met outside smoking who wouldn't stop talking about his cars. F that guy. For the record, I sang "Man in Black", and I only had the one shot of fireball. The rest of mine were regular whiskey. And a couple whiskey colas. You can thank the autofocus that any of these are remotely sharp. Yes, the same autofocus I malign constantly. I shot a shit ton, and got a couple good ones. It's not how I like to do it, but I needed to do something, anyway.

Sophie's spectacular birthday dinner

Three weeks ago, it was Sophia's birthday, and we had the dinner on the night of at AsiaSF, a drag show (edit: not drag, trans*) venue in SOMA. It was a hell of a show, but my camera's autofocus wasn't quite up to the light in there. Got some nice photos of most of our party, excepting Jason. The second picture is Sophie taking her birthday shot from one of the performers. The last one is the only decent shot of the performance I got; there were 4 (5?) ladies, and they all did a couple numbers between courses. A super fun evening.