Monthly Archives: July 2010
Happy Birthday Lone Taco!
The Dumbest Thing Shannon Bardole has Ever Done
Small people talk about other people.
Average people talk about things.
Great people talk about ideas.
When I first began my sentence with the Boone Outpost of the Evil Clown Empire, there was a ludicrous sign posted in the crew room that had this observation written on it. I’m not sure who put the sign up or who they were trying to fool or how much they were trying to lie themselves, but the wage slaves of this joint were at least 60% high school students or middle aged women. Talking about other people is what high school students and middle aged women do.
If that sign is to be believed, I hang out with lots of “small people” because when my entourage and I are hanging around the Photography 139 water cooler, a popular topic of conversation is: “What is the dumbest thing Shannon Bardole has ever done?”
Recently Shannon took this topic of discussion off the table forever. Recently Shannon did something so foolish, so ill-conceived that there is no longer even the minutest amount of room for debate.
When I moved into my humble abode I found a few things that the previous occupants left behind. Amongst those things was two jars of pickles.
My first (and the only rational inclination) was to dispose of these potentially toxic inedibles in the nearest refuse bin and forget that they ever existed.
I did not do what logic and safety dictates because Shannon insisted that she would like to try these homemade pickles that she had no information on. I mostly thought she was blowing hot air as people are prone to do, but I maintained ownership of the pickles just in case.
The Highly Suspect Pickles
On the night of my Birthday Barbecue she did in fact remove a pickle from this jar and eat at least 50% of the pickle.
That was over a month ago and last I knew Shannon was still alive, but eating a pickle from this jar is still “The Dumbest Thing Shannon Bardole has Ever Done”.
On a completely unrelated note, she also recently jumped out of a plane. Here are some pictures:
Training
The Pilot Explaining Aviation to Todd
Photographing Another Skydiver
Peggy Photographing Another Skydiver
It is surprising what passes for “Authorized Activities” in this day and age.
Shannon did not get to jump on the first day because it was too windy and she is too Lilliputian.
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds…and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of…wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
It is hard to figure out what happened in the previous picture, so hopefully this helps.
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up, the long, delirious burning blue
I’ve topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, nor even eagle flew.
And while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space…
…put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
I should have found a longer poem.
Seems Like a Fist Bump Might Have Been in Order Here
This is kind of a random image. Todd wanted me to take a picture of the barbed wire, so here is that picture.
Welcome to Beaver, Iowa
For reasons that are slightly inexplicable to me, I ended up in Beaver, Iowa yesterday morning. I’ve always felt that Beaver is a town that looks like it “walked” out of a horror movie. For this reason I once (years and years ago) took a series of pictures called “The Beaver Machete Massacre Project”.
It had been several years since I have wandered through the nearly abandoned streets of Beaver. In my absence the town has become even more of a ghost town. It has fallen even farther apart.
I did not spend much time in Beaver because I was meeting Teresa and Logan for lunch, but I did take a few images.
I am a big fan of modern ruins, so I will have to return to Beaver at some point for a Personal Photo Project when I have more time and a full supply of insect repellent.
Because I’m not 100% sure that Beaver isn’t a real life horror story, I will have to bring at least a couple of photo assistants with me for protection. Preferably the kind that have lots of pre-marital sex, drink lots of beer and do lots of drugs. The type that wear impractical shoes and fall down a lot while I’m running to my car (that will never be shutoff) to escape a chainsaw wielding maniac covered in the skin of his previous victims are the most desirable.
RWPE #26 – Market
We’ve officially reached the halfway point of the Random Weekly Photo Experiment. I think that the holiday weekend took its toll on submissions. There are only 3 for this week:
IMAGE LOST
Dawn Krause
IMAGE LOST
Julie Johnson
Dawn’s Weekly Poem
A Random Chat Revisited
Shopping at the market today
My mind engaged in wondrous playFour apples, apples, on a stick
Egg plant, egg plant, won’t make me sickMy old friend from the park bench day
Stopped me with a few words to say“I loved him once you know,” she said
“My heart no longer fills with dread”“I’ve learned to simply let him go
My quest for love no longer show”“My coltish days of youth are gone”
And from the ash emerged a swan“My heart fills tender at the thought
Of what it was I hadn’t sought”“I’m reminded now love’s slow burn
A real connection at every turn”“Tender love with no childish games
No high emotion, hidden shames”She tossed an apple in her cart
Turned her hips with intent to part“Our hearts are growing as we age
Turning us from student to sage”So many loves has this one known
In search of love her desires honeI should take lecture from her past
Not accept the role which I’m castExplore each love when it’s new
Be open to the one that’s trueAnd so I go about my life
A tranquil heart without due strifeUntil we chance to meet again
I’ll ponder her heart’s loss and gain
The Random Generator has spoken. This week’s theme is:
COMMUNICATION
I will be interested to see what comes of that…
Personal Photo Project of the Week No. 24 Beta
Post No. 850
Every 100 or so posts, I like to make a list of the most popular pictures on this blog.
Here is the list of the 10 most popular photos in the Artistic Gallery.
1. Outburst of the Soul
The 10 Most Popular Pictures in the Snapshots Gallery.
1. Jesse and I with the World’s Largest Cheeto
3. Jesse and I at the Surf Ballroom
4. Jesse Kissing the Blarney Stone in Emmetsburg
5. Shannon reading map in Backbone
5. Jen and Shannon making a deal at a Bonne Finken Concert
5. Cousin Amy, Sara and Jen at a Bonne Finken Concert
If you want to see how this list has changed since the last time I posted it follow this link:
Number 750
I will check this out again in another 100 Journal Entries.
One other thing…
If you would like a Username and Password for either of the galleries, send me an email with what you would like your username and password to be, and I will get you set up.
Having an account to the Galleries allows you to Rate, Favorite and Comment on Pictures. Plus, it allows you access to the “Secret” Albums.
Personal Photo Project of the Week No. 24 Alpha
Personal Photo Project of the Week No. 24 was to take pictures of daisies. I went in to this project wondering if I could take a better daisy picture than “The Solace of Ordinary Humanity”, but I made the attempt.
I will split the daisy pictures into two separate posts as an attempt to maximize appreciation. I hope it works.
The Girl in the Blue Skirt
Here are some more pictures from the “The Girl in the Blue Skirt” Photo Session:
I am a fan of daisies and “I” have planted some daisies in my yard since I took these pictures 4 weeks ago. I hope to have a decent sized daisy patch in the future.