January 16, 2011 – 10:15 pm
January 6, 2011 – 10:24 pm
Text exchange between my brother and myself while I was watching The Sound of Music. I’m glad that being weird is apparently genetic.
Me: Shits about to get real in Austria.
Mark: The hills are fucking alive with the realness.
Me: Don’t fuck with Maria since she and her favorite things will fuck your shit up.
Mark: Rain drops on roses and whiskers on kittens and fucking up Nazi’s and singing on hills.
December 13, 2010 – 8:53 pm

For some reason the month of November escaped me. One minute it was the beginning of November full of hope and endless possibilities then BAM! Shit explosion of all this stuff happening at once!
Figuratively speaking with the shit explosion.
Looking back I can’t even really tell you all that happened other then work, family visiting, and the death of a family friends grandson. Yesterday I attended his funeral to pay my final respects and the enormity of it all didn’t really hit me (although I cried a few times at the funeral) until last night when I sobbed for the loss of life and the unknown of it all.
During November and even into December I find myself still in this weird funk where I can’t focus when I get home on anything but being a sloth. Last weekend I sat myself down and went through a few of my photographs to make some prints to a) fill one of our frames and b) bring some to work to bring some life to my cubicle. Now I face the daunting task of needing to pick out more of my photographs to print out by Saturday and I’m looking at the 7,000 ish photographs I’ve taken since January with just my Nikon and going through them and processing ones I might not have processed if they’re good enough.
Gulp.
Notice I didn’t include any pre-2010 photographs that were taken with my other cameras? I think that would simply make my head explode.
How do you bring yourself to focus and get stuff done? Especially as the holiday season is upon us and working on personal projects is considered so selfish?