connecting*the*dots

For my best friend…

Fishing on the Delta Dawn, out of Morehead City, NC.

Ryan McClure

Angela McClure

Evan McClure

Happy Birthday, babe.

Ok, I’m being a photo geek, but this new camera is really cool. A big thank you to Jay Patrikios and Ben from Photogeekery.com, who suggested the Fuji line on a post a few weeks back.

Here’s a sample color shot, no flash, of Lucy from this morning:

And another one in B/W mode just a few minutes later:

Amazon has a bundle deal of the F31fd and a 2GB memory card for $279. I’ve no regrets.

The Melting Pot on Battleground isn’t much to write home about; a lot of cash for some melted cheese, Chinese hot pot and some hot fudge drenched dessert… but I’ll take the company any day of the week.

Artist: Morrissey
Song: Hairdresser On Fire

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Here is London, giddy of London
Is it home of the free -
Or what ?
Can you squeeze me
Into an empty page of your diary
And psychologically save me
I’ve got faith in you
I sense the power
Within the fingers
Within an hour the power
Could totally destroy me
(Or, it could save my life)
Oh, here is London
Home of the brash, outrageous and free
You are repressed
But you’re remarkably dressed
Is it Real ?
And you’re always busy
Really busy
Busy, busy
Oh, hairdresser on fire
All around Sloane Square
And you’re just so busy
Busy, busy
Busy scissors
Oh, hairdresser on fire
(Only the other day)
Was a client, over-cautious
He made you nervous
And when he said
I’m gonna sue you
Oh, I really felt for you …mmm…
So can you squeeze me
Into an empty page of your diary;
And supernaturally change me ?
Change me, change
Oh, here in London
Home of the brash, outrageous and free
You are repressed
But you’re remarkably dressed
Is it Real ?
And you’re always busy
Really busy
Busy clippers
Oh, hairdresser on fire
All around Sloane Square
And you’re just too busy
To see me
Busy clippers
Oh, hairdresser on fire
(Only the other day)

Someone please explain to me how I went from razzing my NYC neighbors about owning dogs just last year, to hanging out at a dog park the size of a football field with a bunch of slobbering, noisy mutts… and my own puppy.

No need, I’m digging it.

Video shot from my Treo 650 (Sprint, as long as this phone lasts me a few more years, I’m officially happy)

3… 2… 1… “I just proposed to you”

*Snap!*

More stupidity can be found over at flickr…

And if it weren’t for Angela, I would’ve snapped pictures all night.

What began last week as a last second decision to weekend in North Carolina over the holiday has turned into a week-long venture of auto breakdowns, family crashing and work transitions.

On the way to NC last week, my A/C craps out only two hours into the ten-hour trip. It was 99 degrees on the highway. By the time I made it to my brothers house, I had a sweat streak living across my chest from the strap of the seatbelt. Of course, no one in town was available to fix an A/C until after the 4th, so my truck didn’t become "cool" again until yesterday.

Since my stay became extended, my brother and his wife had the privilage of hosting Angela and I for an extra 5 days. God bless ‘em. They work so hard and have such different schedules, for them to open up their house for even an extra day, well, it’s going way above and beyond. But man, let me tell you, if I ever catch another reality or home/clothes/appearance make-over show again I’ll kill myself. Time consistently passes in that household with reality blasting from the TV.

So with Bobby Brown dancing on the tube, my truck being serviced and over warm bread, hot coffee and Wi-Fi at Paneras, I continued to work on finishing up TheStreet.com project. All of the second iterations of the behavioral annotations are finally complete, with only the CMS interfaces left to knock out. When I get back to NYC on Monday, I’ll put this puppy to bed and begin the discovery work on my next project.

The crazyness of this last week would have thrown me for a loop a few months ago, but in this time of transitions — me moving to Greensboro and beginning a freelance/consulting practice — I’m getting used to the unexpected. And I’m beginning to like it.

a longer road to travel to chance the unravel?
more satellites along the way to pass our desires through the fray?

you’ve got a look in your eyes
and with that pull on your cancer stick
it looks to be a struggling compromise
and although my lungs may be tar free
i can imagine your perspective
i can feel your degree
of conviction
of superstition
of contradiction
of mission critical
suspicion…
because on one level or another
it’s in my heart too
my mind goes pragmatic
my heart falls into you…

/and then i sleep/

i roll over to the waves of a deep (dream)
i see your mind begin to creep (away)
i drift past as i make my leap (of faith)
i find the distance is too steep(no more!)
of this bullshit
of this best of all worlds
of this balancing act
my heart needs to be unfurled
you see…
you’re my blistering sun
my full moon from afar
my crisp nights’ air
my shimmering star
i love you more than i can say…
more than i can say…

/sunrise/

6 days away.

i look to my left and see your smile
all the while i try to file
away my past
my stumbles
my gaffs
your eyes scream a subtle cry
try to tell me why
i can’t look away
today is the day
i step up to you standing straight
today is the day
in with the love, out with the hate
yeah, today is the day
i’m ready to say
i could leave this big city
the loss of my metrocard ain’t a pity
i’d go to the ends of the earth to be with you
if only just for a moment
it’d be time well spent
you see you have my heart
my lungs
my synapses
my tongue
twisted
back to the front
you know all about the game
i’m all about the hunt
but this time shit is for real
i never thought my wounds would heal
feel
me
oh my
believe it or not
i’m puffing a natural high
one plus one equals two
fu, baby
f.u.

three
her eyes are closed
disguised
hiding her questions
questioning lies
both our pasts
both our moves
both our deals
both our grooves
hour
two
inches away from my face
her breath dances in my mouth
two mouths…
recessitation
of a time stood still
reciprication
of a notion more chill
more fine
more perceptive
more wine
more…
one
beauty
an inch away
a timeless smile
a lasting taste
a momentary flicker
haste
makes
waste