Throwback Thursday – college graduations

Life

In normal life mode you do your thing: go to work,  do your hobbies, maybe hang out with a friend your two, rinse and repeat. But sometimes you get to experience a truly epic weekend that defies all the logic of regular living.

I found myself reading some old blog posts and remembered May 2003. It was one of those epic weekends. Two pretty major events happened that weekend. I graduated with my MLIS, and my mom and stepdad drove down to Santa Cruz, CA to attend the ceremony. They stayed I think one night? We somehow managed to pack a million things into the visit (including a tour of Pebble Beach). The morning they left we boarded a plane to Las Vegas to attend my Brother In Law’s Wedding. I am not normally an on-the-go kind of person. I kind of need a lot of time to process stuff. I can’t believe I did all of this in a mere few hours!

Anyway, in the process of all of this reminiscing I spend some time looking at the photos from my graduation. And then yesterday my Mother in Law sent me a photo from my graduation from UCSC . And BOOM. A blog post was born.

The left is my graduation at UCSC (BA), the right is my graduation four years later from SJSU (MLIS). Should I tell you how old I was in these photos? Hmm. I think I’ll leave that a secret.

lesson learned

Photography

Remember that time, a million years a month ago when 45 was sworn in as president and millions of women went out in the streets to march the next day? I mentioned in my post about it that I brought my film camera, an Olympus Trip, to my local march. I got over my shyness and fears and managed to take several portraits of my fellow marchers with their signs. I was so stoked.

A few weekends ago I decided to develop two rolls of film, the Women’s March roll, and a test roll from the wonderful Sprocket Rocket I received from the Emulsive Secret Santa.

Imagine my horror when I pulled the film out of the tank and it was blank. It felt like my heart sank and broke into a million pieces all at the same time.

After inquiring about what could have happened I realized the problem was that my developer failed. I mean, of course it failed. I’d been getting down to the end of  a bottle of Adonal that was at least two years old and, (this is the key red flag here) it was CRUNCHY. Why did I not throw it away when it started to get crunchy? I don’t know. Admittedly, it was crunchy for awhile and still working. But I guess developer can only be crunchy for so long before giving up the ghost. Which it did. But I lost a roll of important-to-me film in the process of learning this lesson.

 

A valentine

Life

It’s Valentines day, it’s a beautiful day, and I’m feeling warm and fuzzy. Today is a good day to take a break from outrage and turn to something more heartwarming. I thought for today’s post I’d share my favorite love song.

I am a lover of music and, indeed, have very eclectic taste in music. There are songs in my head for every occasion. And today’s occasion is one of romance and love. What is my favorite love song? It is so hard to choose. In the end I had to go with the following song for reasons that don’t have anything to do with me, but have to do with a story that my mom told me. The story touched me deeply and so every-time I hear this song it reaches deep into my soul and gives me a big case of The Feels. The lyrics are simply stunning.

This is not normal 

Thoughts and Opinions

 

So I had my nice respite from the news yesterday but then in the evening after dinner I relaxed on the couch, opened Twitter, and saw this tweet from 45. It bothered me. Not because he seems overly concerned with his popularity (seriously. Why does he have to point this out at every turn?!?) Not because this is a  lie (They were mostly protesters). And not because he tweets way too much (Jesus.  Get off the fucking phone. You are the fucking president now.) These are all important reasons to be annoyed. No. The thing that annoys me about this tweet, is the “fake news” claim. He keeps calling the legitimate media fake news. I do. not. like. this. It is scary. I keep hearing him say it, over and over again. Like he is trying to brainwash us. Like he is trying to normalize this idea. This is not normal. The media are doing their jobs, reporting things that should be reported. If he doesn’t like the things that are being reported then he needs to stop doing questionable things.

And, just to remind myself, I am going to leave this here.