Lately, things seem to be very repetitive out in the blogosphere and life in general. This is my tongue in cheek (for the most part) commentary on it. 😛 The photos are totally unrelated. They’re just photos I’ve taken that I love.
I think I may be the only food blogger on the planet who didn’t do a recap of 2011 post. I don’t see the point. That’s stuff that’s done and if you want to read it, it’s all in the archives.
I’m also not doing a post about 2012 resolutions or goals. I make goals, lots of them, and then I work on getting them done – all year long. Some are serious, some are big. Some are frivolous, some are little. Some are done in a week, some take years.
And they’re personal. I don’t feel a need to share them. Not till they’re done. We talk and talk and talk. Why don’t we do? Do you really need to know that one of my goals this year was to get new running shoes? (check that one off the list, baby! yeah!)
I have other confessions as well. Hold on… (you can flame me at the end! I promise ;-O)
First of all, I don’t “make” photographs. When did this become the “in” phrase for photography? Is this the new politically correct phrase for saying you’re a photographer?? I get it, believe me. Taking a photograph is a process of creation. But why all of a sudden is it a bad thing to say you “take” photographs? I take photos, I shoot photos, I capture images, but I feel like a pretentious prat saying I make photos. And my friends would totally call me on it: “oooo… look at Melissa, she thinks she’s Richard Avedon! haha!”
I don’t eat kale. Or make chips from it. Or add it to things. If somebody made it for me, I’d eat it. I’m sure it’s tasty and healthy but I don’t understand why it’s so trendy.
I’m lactose intolerant and have been for over 20 years. But I don’t feel the need to talk about it all the time, or really, any of the time. Unless somebody puts a bowl of ice cream or a glass of milk in front of me. Then there might be some words… but not the fighting kind – more like the “umm… I’m sorry, I can’t eat that” kind. (I’m Canadian – it’s in my nature to apologize).
I eat peanut butter. A lot of it. But you know what? I eat the Kraft or Squirrel kind – the one with all the sugar and salt in it. Not the organic kind that’s just ground up peanuts. And I love it. I don’t like the healthy kind at all.
I drink water from the tap. With no filter.
I use margarine. I eat A&W Teen Burgers. I like diet Dr. Pepper… with all the bad sweeteners in it. I sometimes make pasta sauces from a packet, and I eat Mr. Noodles. Every now and then I crave a hot dog and then I eat one.
I eat Kraft Dinner. But not with hot dogs.
People always joke that the more people they meet, the more they love their dog. I say that too. Only I’m not joking. He rocks.
I love Macs – like from back when they were only used by the weird designers in the graphics department. I had an iPod long before most people knew what they were. I took a flight once where three people came up to me on the plane and asked me if they could look at it because they’d never seen one in real life. But I don’t own an iPhone. You know why? Because everyone else does. Yeah, I admit it. It’s the rebellious streak in me – the more you tell me I need to have something, the more determined I am to get through life without it – and let’s face it, I will survive without an iPhone. Western Civilization will not end. I don’t think Socrates had an iPhone. Or Ansel Adams…
Oh my God… what if Ansel Adams had owned an iPhone? I bet he’d have taken a lot of square photos of Yosemite with lots of artificial grain in them and a fake Polaroid frame! Only when he did it, it would’ve looked futuristic and not retro!
I have an iPad. Because I won it. By accident. I didn’t even know I’d entered a contest! I just paid for a subscription for some design resources. If I hadn’t won it, I still wouldn’t own one.
I think most apps are kind of boring. I have Angry Birds on my iPad but I never play (somebody told me I had to get it! Shoulda trusted my rebellious streak… hehe)
I don’t spend all day on my phone. I have a Blackberry for business email. I’m a freelancer, which means I’m on the go a lot of the time so I kinda have to. But, I’d rather talk to a person’s face or watch the world pass by through the SkyTrain window than bury my face in a tiny screen.
How can you be an artist, a photographer, a writer, a designer if you aren’t observing your world whenever you can??
Even though I have to email a lot with my Blackberry for work, I secretly hate it when I get an email that says “sent from iPhone/Blackberry/HTC”
Wait, there’s more:
I rarely read blog posts where people give stuff away. They usually feel like I’m reading a commercial. Unless it’s a big old cintiq tablet – I’d enter a contest for one of those!
I sit in front of a screen all day for work. Sometimes my work day runs from 8am – 11pm. When I’m not working I want to be as far away from technology as I can.
I like to read books – real ones with covers and pages.
Or go hiking.
Or take my real camera out somewhere and lose myself taking photos – ones that I don’t have to process in an app (by the way, for the record, I think that’s digital art, not photography).
Or be with friends face to face instead of through a screen.
Like 90% of people who say they’re from Vancouver, I actually live in the suburbs. And guess what? I like it. I know how to drive across a bridge in rush hour. I know how to drive through a tunnel in rush hour. In the driving rain! I have survival skills!
I have a Kitchen Aid stand mixer and it’s not the best stand mixer I’ve ever owned.
For a long time, I wanted a tattoo. But now that everyone has one, I don’t. (do you see a pattern? lol)
I have yet to meet a single person in real life that is the person they are on Twitter. Not a single one. Not that I haven’t met some lovely people – they’re just not the same as they are on Twitter. Shocking eh?
I’m not the same in real life as I am on Twitter. Again, shocking!
I like, no, I love, people who aren’t afraid to be different, do their own thing, not follow the crowd, and who are incredibly passionate about what they do. I love people who fling their heart and soul into things.
That’s all I feel like confessing to today – after all, my mom reads this!