I took these pictures within seconds of each other while on the 110 South onramp off of 5th Street in Downtown yesterday.
Why I Hate L.A.
Traffic, you are my mortal enemy. MORTAL. ENEMY.
Why I Love L.A.!
Just look at that! Except for the random trace patterns of aircraft trailings, nothing but a clear blue sky, palm trees and a pleasing skyline! All this photo is missing is the ocean!
I heart you, L.A. I'm so happy to be a hometown girl.
Okay. I may have written a strongly worded post on never taking another road trip again EVER, but I must admit that I changed my mind, for today I embarked upon yet another trip to Redwood City to see the family. It wasn't my first choice, but circumstances led me down the 5 freeway rather than down a tarmac.
I am happy to report that the drive was as good as good can get. There was no traffic (really!) and the weather wasn't inclement at all, save for a smattering of raindrops here and there. We made it to RWC from LA in six hours flat, and that includes a half-hour of gas/bathroom/food stops. So, we really drove for just 5 1/2 hours. Imagine that! I find that sweet, sweet karmic payback for the utter hell that was our NINE-HOUR DRIVE home from RWC after Christmas.
The road trip demon has been exorcised, and I didn't even need Max Von Sydow's help. To paraphrase Tangina from Poltergeist, "This road...is clean."
In celebration of this joyous occasion, I will now share with you a photo I like to call "Gilroy Sky." I took this picture using a special photography technique, and by "special" I mean "random," and by "technique" I mean "trick where I aim the camera out of the window while driving, take a picture without looking and hope for the best."
Not bad, huh?
This photo was my Photo of the Day for Sunday, January 15. It is a partial shot of the aftermath in my kitchen after making two different kinds of Birthday Cupcakes for Heathyr. (Happy Birthday again to my favorite redhead, by the way!)
This batch? Was Pretty In Pink Strawberry Cupcakes. No, really - that was the name of the recipe.
If there is a joy more sublime and pure than licking the utensils and, nay, the bowl after baking, I have yet to experience it. Yum.
<cue spooky music>
Does my camera, Man Ray, see ghosts? How about orbs?
The following photos were taken last night at the USC Alumni Club Rose Bowl Viewing Party (SHUT UP). It was held at the Los Angeles Athletic Club, a venerable site established in 1880 and located in Downtown.
The settings of my camera (a Minolta Dimage Z1) were unchanged between photos, and the flash was set on Auto.
This photo was taken sometime when we were all standing up and cheering (again, SHUT UP).
Notice that there are no unusual lights, and that my lens appears to be clean and free of smudges.
This photo was taken later at a point when, again, we were all cheering (I'm serious - SHUT UP). The camera is facing in the same direction as in the above photo, but just slightly to the left.
LOOK! Those spots sure don't look like dust - they look like orbs! Big ones, small ones! Orbs of light EVERYWHERE!
I've taken more photos than I can count in a myriad of indoor and outdoor settings with and without flash, and I've NEVER seen anything like this. What do you think?
Is this a case of Flash Settings Gone Mad? Orbs Gone Wild? Indisputable visual evidence of our collective hopes for a Rose Bowl victory actually LEAVING our bodies as if they KNEW they were going to be dashed, and thus fleeing to save themselves? (Look - I had to say it before someone else did.)
And if anyone comments on how happy we 'SC people looked right before our defeat, I will personally come over and PUNCH YOU IN THE FUCKING THROAT I SWEAR TO GOD.
Meet Zsa Zsa.
Zsa Zsa is many things. First, she is a delicious suede handbag from Coach, and just look at how pink she is! So pink. I'm not a brand whore in any way, but I do love me some Coach. Notice the lack of labels on her exterior? I love that, for I LOATHE labels all over things like clothes and handbags. She also has a pocket for my cell phone, lovely pink lining, and is large enough to carry my wallet, iPod and camera without feeling bulky.
Second, she is this year's Christmas/birthday combo gift from my Mom, who taught my sister and me important things like the value of a good handbag, and who buys me a new Coach purse every year as my C/b gift. We get them at the Coach outlet, because if we love anything more than high-quality accessories, it's getting them at a discount.
Third, Zsa Zsa is my Photo of the Day for January 1st. Just thought I'd share.
As for her name, I just really like to name things. That's for another post, though.
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