Sarah and I had our first class together: ArtH 3940/5940. It’s all things Hitchcock, which is so glorious that I cannot speak. I had a little trouble staying awake during the lecture, but the film was The Lodger, which was quite good, indeed. No, Sarah and I did not make out during the film.
I’ve scanned 89 images so far today, and the scanner is processing a filmstrip right now. I ordered a couple of books, a compact flash, and a battery off of Amazon — mostly to assuage my desire to pick up a used digital SLR off of ebay for a little under $400. Last night Sarah and I shot pictures of her box in the lighting studio at school. My D30 is nice, but it’s slow to focus and the sensor is dirty. The new cameras have better sensors and all sorts of bang zoom goodies.
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Did you see Maria in the Comedians of Comedy tour? Did you see her in my dreams? Now (after the cut), you can see her enact a wondrous simulation of the horror that is family.
Everyone likes having their picture taken, right? I finally hooked up the film scanner, so I got a start scanning my street port portrait work.
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Zach posted that blogging is en passé. I disagree, despite the sudden lack of updates from the blogs that I read last summer or the summer before. Wait: I exempt Kassie and CJ, who post about food, buses, and tearing down their house from the inside out.
Zach quote of the day:
That sounds less like music and more like speaker damage.
I picked Sarah up from the airport on Saturday. I bought us Sawatdee, then I watched The Devil Wears Prada while she slept, first on my shoulder, then in her bed. It was nice to have her home, even asleep.
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