I’ve been that guy. I have … in the zone, making that image.
We’ve all been there.
I’ve been that guy. I have … in the zone, making that image.
We’ve all been there.
Went on a scouting mission to confirm my choice for the 2012 UGA Photojournalism Weekend Workshop. The Blind Monkey Tatto & Body Piercing? A quarter mile dirt race track that’s nearly returned to the weeds?
Yeah, I know where we’re going.
Building jets for the Grady Gala. I scored a pair of them … yeah, you’re jealous.
A few years ago, as I was heading into the office for the first day of class, I decided I needed a nice pen. Not sure why, but on that morning I decided it was time to have a writing instrument in my pocket.
Of course, I didn’t really know what made a pen an instrument – I’d always had cheap pens, sometimes ones that looked good but didn’t write particularly well.
Stopping in an office supply shop, I looked around and just about died … who the heck would pay $200 for a pen? That seemed insane. So, I went a little above my normal range and picked up a Pilot Dr. Grip. It looked fancy but was reasonably priced.
I used it for several semesters, enough to wear the plastic down around the clip pretty well. Late last year, the ink cartridge ran dry, so I bought another.
Except, I bought the wrong ones. Being annoyed, I went to the office supply place again and grabbed the other cartridge set and also looked – longingly, I admit – at the fancier pens. There was one that stood out, that seemed to have a nice heft to it but was still sort of expensive. I mean, really, I do 98 percent of my writing with a keyboard. Even I can’t read my writing sometimes – what the heck do I need a nice pen for?
Well, you know what happens next … I walked out of the store with just my $3 refills to find I’d bought the wrong refills again.
It was a sign, right? Two trips, two wrong refills – time to buy a real pen. So, I did – I spent about $16 on a nice Parker IM roller ball. (I spent way too much time on this decision, so you know – ask me about roller ball and ball point pens as there is a difference.)
The pen has graced my pocket since the beginning of the spring semester. I love the feel of it, love the way it lays down ink. Writing is special with this pen.
Of course, I still had that trusty, ink-less Pilot in my desk drawer. On a whim, I searched Amazon.com and found the right refills (easier to do when you can spin open the pen and check). With Amazon Prime’s free shipping, it cost me $1.49.
I put in the new cartridge and wrote a few lines … then put it back in my desk and took the Parker out of my pocket. My writing is better in neither content nor clarity, but I sure like writing a lot more now.
Does make me wonder what those $200 pens are like …
A child is on early bedtime for a week, a consequence of poor behavior. Said child’s last act last night was to take a book from her bag, which we advised was not allowed as she was at light’s out. She claimed (ahem) that she needed the book to remember to put earrings on the next morning.
A quick search of her room this morning found a book light, tucked into her headboard. Said book light no longer has batteries, but instead … a note.
I have done a lot of non-human photographs the last few months – things and stuff, stuff and things. It’s great to search out patterns and light, but, let’s face it – I shoot pictures to tell stories, and good stories have great characters.
Today, in class, I got a collection of characters. We spent the first hour with Chris Stanford, a college alumnus who works at the Washington Post now. The second half of class brought us Alan NeSmith and Lane Gresham from The Northeast Georgian.
NeSmith, the publisher, will be hosting my class in his offices and county for our annual weekend workshop in a few weeks. The pair came down from the mountains to help the students learn about the area.
And you gotta love a guy who swings a newspaper around while he talks …