More than a job?
I received this in the mail yesterday. I’m not sure of AFSCME’s audience or intent here. The photo jumped out at me though. Untucked shirts? Improperly sized gloves? A rat’s nest of ECG cables?!
This is an organization which wants to represent us professionally? It’s “more than a job?” Obviously it wasn’t more than just a job to the marketing people who created the brochure.
Sorry guys, it gets a FAIL. I never got beyond the cover.
Today's nice weather brought Beth and I out to a local beach for some photography. We arrived late in the afternoon as the sun was low in the west, and we enjoyed playing with the light and shadows.
As I set up a shot of one of the seasonally-abandoned arcades, a teenager on a bicycle rode into frame. When he heard the click of my shutter, he immediately shouted, “Delete that picture please!”
My reaction was predictable and negative. The boy rode closer and proffered some explanation about the shot being “bad” and his discomfort at appearing in it. Great, now he's an art critic.
He looked confused when I told him the camera uses film and I could not simply delete one shot. His solution? “I'll call the police!”
I can hear the radio now: “Control to all cars. Do I have a unit free to respond to the Boulevard at C Street for a report of a tourist taking photos in public? Anyone?”
Some days I weep for the future.
2.1.13
Impulse Autofocus / Impossible PX680 CP
2.2.13
Retired
Automatic 250 / FP100c
2.3.13
Horizontal
Impulse Autofocus / Impossible PX680 CP
2.4.13
WOW! Closed.
Automatic 250 / FP100c
There’s just something about Salisbury Beach in the winter.
2.5.13
Knox Box
Spectra / PZ680
Hand-held long exposure
2.6.13
Jasmine
Spectra / PZ680
Here she is, the source of my angst this week, sporting a freshly shaved spot from her recent vet visit. Jazzy is hard to photograph; as soon as you point a camera at her she charges at you for attention.
2.7.13
Feed me!
Automatic 250 / FP100c / electronic flash
2.8.13
Zen blizzard
Automatic 250 / FP100c
The snow begins in the Zen Garden at Union Hospital
2.9.13
Automatic 250 / FP100c / Vivitar 91 flash
I spent the blizzard at the station. Guess what? It snowed.
I arrived home from a weekend away to find that half of the chickens were loose in the yard. Oops.
Impossible PX680 Color Protection film, shot on a Polaroid Sun 660 Autofocus which I found in a thrift store for $4 this weekend. Yay Goodwill!
Communications Center, 1/1/13
I'm attempting Project 365 again, this time with instant film. I succeeded with digital in 2010 then had aborted attempts in 2011 and 2012.
Today's shot was taken using a Polaroid One Step Time Zero, the 'Dark Side of the Moon' camera. This particular one was my grandfather's and came with a huge electronic flash.
Film is the new Impossible Project PX70 Color Protection.
DSotM camera with #2351 flash
It hasn’t been a great week. We ran all the usual EMS annoyances, from truck swaps through ignorant hospital staff to late calls. I’m still adjusting to my new schedule, and my family is having a harder time than I. They’ve all managed to contract the flu.
Yesterday we were reminded that sometimes Evil truly walks the earth, this time in the form of one young man in a small town a mere 180 miles from here. A small town very like this one. . .
Add in early orthodonture and the intricate ballet that is Christmas with three different sets of grandparents, and you can see that I wasn’t spreading much holiday cheer this morning.
And what happened, then? Well, in Whoville they say – that the Grinch’s small heart grew three sizes that day.
Thank you, Random Jeep Lady. It was a simple gesture, and I surely can afford my own drive-thru order. Your random act reminded me that there are still Good and Nice in the world and came at a time when I really needed it.
Pay it forward, folks. You never know.
There is less than a day to go in this latest big election cycle, and my phone has been ringing off the hook all weekend. I won't go into my political leanings and opinions here, but consider the following:
In the course of less than 24 hours, I was lobbied by both Bill Clinton (Vote against the Evil Republicans!) and the National Rifle Association (Vote against the Evil Democrats!). I'm pretty sure at least one of those groups was wasting their money.
Correction: both groups wasted their money. I made my decisions weeks ago. Don't forget to vote!
Overheard in the medic truck:
Medic 505: “So I see you’re allergic to Penncillin. What happens when you take it?”
Patient Experiencing Allergic Reaction: “I don’t take it, I’m allergic.”
M505: “But how do you know you’re allergic?”
PEAR: “My doctor said so.”
M505: “And how does he know?”
PEAR: “I had a reaction.”
M505: “Uh-huh. What kind of reaction?”
PEAR: “An allergic reaction.”
*facepalm*
I refuse to be frightened by weathermen, and yet. . .
I spent the evening outside, cleaning up before the storm. I'm ashamed at how much stuff there was out there. I moved a tailgate, 5 snow tires, an assortment of muck buckets, three extension cords, a lawnmower, a wood chipper, three folding chairs, a quart of oil, and more trash cans than I'm willing to admit. The chainsaw is fueled and ready in the truck, and the yard hasn't looked so good in months. It's now ready for a Nor'easter, but not quite a hurricane.
In the middle of it all I had to pause as I noticed something. SILENCE. No distant traffic, no planes, no TV's, no neighbor's Shop-Vac thing, no wind in the trees, nothing.
The calm before the storm. I've never heard it before. I hope that doesn't mean something.
I'm off to save the city today. I've got my obnoxious yellow raincoat, my old turnout boots, and a flashlight. Wish me luck!