This one was totally at the buzzer. It’s hard to squeeze in photo taking when all i was doing today was photo editing.
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eighty three
People will look back on this debate the same, way people look back on the debate of segregation.
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Season one is under our belts and we have a week until we have to start getting season 2 underway. It’s stressful as hell sometimes, but it feels good to put it out. Cheers.
eighty one
This is my friends cat turtle, and I had every intention to start this post, that was going to have nothing to do with this cat, before I was deliriously tired. However I’m about to clock in right now, and I think I’ve already used up the extent of my cognitive ability on these few sentences. Have a great night everyone.
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I need to actually get to a computer to process the RAWs of this, but I wanted to get this one online so I could keep it going.
This is a pack of cigarettes from Australia. They aren’t allowed to use any labeling, all they’re allowed to display prominently are the health warning, and the brand name is small plain type at the bottom. They also aren’t allowed to display them prominently in the store. They have to reach under the counter to get to them. I remember the first few weeks after I had quit smoking that walking into a convenience store was painful. Every time I would have to pay for my items I would be confronted by a wall of the very thing I was desperately trying to avoid. There was a debate about doing this. In our country, but it got shot down. I’m not saying that it would help, and I’m not saying that it wouldn’t. It is interesting however that the conversation seemed to go to say that we shouldn’t be displaying such graphic images where kids can see them. The force is strong in the tobacco lobby.
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It seems like forever ago that my dad used to take me to the Croton Dam and to Teatown Lake every weekend. I have a lot of fond memories of these places, and its always a reminder of my childhood and all that entails. Including, but not limited to, the fact that I used to have tiny legs. I used to always lag behind my father. I was 5 years old, probably under four feet tall, and my dad was in his fifties and six and a half feet tall. I didn’t stand a chance.
I went through a phase where I had no desire to go hiking and get outside. That ended my senior year at Walkabout. Now I try to get out anytime I can. Espescially now that I’m living in Brooklyn and its not as easy to get out there, but its all the more necessary. It’s a rare thing to be in any of the five boroughs and not be crammed in with at least a dozen other people, let alone not see anyone for a few hours.
I found myself in Westchester with my girlfriend today, and we had some time to kill. Nature isn’t really her thing, but she seemed to enjoy herself a lot. I love showing these places to the people that I care about that would otherwise not have seen them. I guess I feel its important to share the gift that my father gave to me at such a young age. Now more than ever I think we need to take the time to get away from it all. We’re so absorbed with our jobs, our phones, our twitter feeds, etc, that sometimes we just have to unplug and appreciate the forest for the trees.
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Sightseeing on the FDR Drive.
seventy seven
I went to the podiatrist today, because my big toes have been hurting a lot after runs and sometimes around the 3 mile mark it feels like my arch is being stabbed by a needle. Also I have insurance so I go to the doctor now. Dr thinks its a tightness issue which makes sense, but at the end of the session she tells me that there are two bones under my big toe that I’ve managed to pulverize into oblivion. This apparently happened a long time ago. Probably from years of waiting tables, bartending, and barbacking.
What’s the deal with me having too much or not enough bone… picture unrelated.
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You don’t often think about what’s going on right off camera do you?
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This is Kaiser. He’s been making my sandwiches for years now. I’ve been going to Rocky’s for the past 14 years or so. I stop there every time I go up to the parents house. I’d say its top five in the things I actually miss about living in Westchester.