webmark: Kyle Thompson

Okay, just invented a new category of posts called webmarks (like bookmarks for the web) If I make a webmark it means I’m posting this for posterity so I can find this again later and also to share, with you, something cool I found.

Today there is a featured photographer on Flickr’s blog. Surrealist photographer, Kyle Thompson, who is about 20 years my youth and has amazing ideas and execution, especially for someone with no formal training. I guess photography is one of those talents that sometimes people can just have a knack with.

Here’s the link to the story including a video interview with Kyle
http://blog.flickr.net/en/2012/12/21/one-photo-a-day/

A year in photos

Are you ready for the cliche recap of the year in photos from my flickr?!  Well here they are in a vain attempt to show how much fun I “used to have” (and these are in no particular order other than the order they are in):

I lived alone for the first time!

Christie and I at Zombie Prom in San Francisco
Maxx, Piper, Misha and I don't know how to drive this damn thing.
President Obama got inaugurated
I hurt myself pretty bad on Valentine's Day
I got an iPhone!
Went to NYC again
Went to SF again
I went to Indianapolis, Indiana to visit an old friend for the first time!

and of course, made Turducken

High Flyin Part 2: Electric Trapeze Boogaloo

So I have video that I’ve been reluctant to post of my trapeze experience with Nicole a few months back. But for the sake of posterity (or something like that) I shall share it with you.

note: the part where I get stuck hanging at the end was not intentional. I had tried to do this knee hang trick three times already (you can only try it once every time you jump off) and this is the time I finally got my legs over the bar. I was so excited that I spaced out and tried to continue the movement instead of going back the way I came which is why I got stuck in that awkward position. Otherwise you would have seen me let go and do a wicked flip. *sigh*

also: Man, I am so loud. Did you hear me say “Okay.” at the end? I was as loud as the instructor and I wasn’t even yelling like she was!