Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Photo Organization

I'll be the first person to say that, where personal possessions are concerned, the thought of losing my photographs is probably one of my greatest haunts. I love images: the moments they capture and the history they represent are enriching.

Another thing they are is stress-inducing! With my patented and trademarked practice of "Why put off today what you can do tomorrow?" I have fallen perfectly into the "Boxes of Prints; Mangled Hard Drive" category and am working diligently to take control. The hard drive piece isn't quite as perplexing, but sorting through 34 years of prints is a little eye-crossing.

I haven't downloaded the book from OrganizedPhotos.com (yet) but think I'm going to as I've gotten pretty far into my system and think I'm at a place where some wisdom could really have a positive influence on the choices I make. Basically, I've taken all of my photographs and am sorting them into 5 different stacks: Robby (pictures primarily of me); Pets (dogs and horses and, yes, this is the largest stack); Family; Friends; Travel and Scenery. At this point I'm simply in the first phase of sorting. Once this is finished, I intend to go through each stack again, culling any duplicates and editing photographs that would certainly be a "delete" on a modern digital camera.

From there, I'll organize each stack into groups, as best as possible ("Cancun 1994," for example, in the Travel and Scenery category), then will scan everything at a high-resolution. Once scanned, the files/folders will be burned to DVD and stored in my fire-retardant safety box. I'll also optimize any images I want to include in a photo book (I like the ones from Shutterfly) or display in a digital frame. I'm also going to follow this same system with the images on my computer, and beginning in January, 2011, I'll simply backup everything to DVD from 2010. Hopefully I'll have a process that can be tweaked as technology evolves but, fundamentally, is buoyant.

As soon as I'm finished with my stuff, I'm going to tackle my mother's boxes for her. My working mantra was inherited, I must admit, but that doesn't change the fact that archiving our history is important.

Is it crazy to be this focused? What tips might anyone reading this share?

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Monday, June 28, 2010

C A K E

So my sister, nieces, and mother visited over the weekend and my mom had endured 30 days of "friendship cake" starter and brought me a baked loaf. I DIE for it in hunks. It's so not swimsuit season-friendly and, yet, who cares?

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Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Mr G "Leaving"



So, here's the thing - Laura-Catherine's brother Harrison posted 1 little video on her Facebook page and I have been sucked into a YouTube vortex of Summer Heights High. It's killing me - but not as much as my bangin' new Robyn album "Body Talk: Part 1." I can't stop listening to it. Lots of things are "parallelin'" for me right now. I've essentially lost the time to blog in the a.m. as a result of my super intense dog walks/training sessions which we do from 6 a.m. - 7 a.m. G Diddy or, as I've taken to calling him, "Sheepdog," is doing really well. I actually haven't put him in obedience class because I couldn't quite get a read on the modality prior to enrollment and while I never sugarcoat things when it comes to animal training, I can tell his temperament is one that could be quickly imprinted. So I'm choosing, instead, to continue working with him daily and we've actually added a clicker to the process and it's a lot of fun. He is beginning to get a fairly dependable "sit." My summer goal is to teach him to walk on a slack leash, "down," "stay," "off," and "leave it." His recall has been good but I added the clicker to it for learning to return the bouncy ball and twice today I've been nearly steamrolled by a 23 pound dog! Maddie is benefiting from the remediation as well as providing a good example for him to emulate. I'm thrilled we decided to add him to our home. He really has made it more fun.

On the pilates front, I was really excited last Thursday to receive notification that I'd passed my Level I certification examination (with a pretty formidable score too, thankfully). I am ecstatic and am now looking forward to completing the advanced training in Toronto in September.

Finally, the event I organized for West Alabama AIDS Outreach (WAAO) last weekend, a jazz brunch called "Sweet Summer Song," was a big success and we're already beginning discussions for its sequel.

With these things behind me, I'm now shifting my gears and seriously beginning to write the novel I've outlined/reoutlined/started/stopped over the past 5 years. In keeping, my "blog time" is shifting to the end of the day. I find when I blog frequently I'm more prone to write frequently, so I need to stay committed to my purpose.

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Thursday, June 17, 2010

TO ... Here We Go!

I'm sitting here typing this entry with a dog literally beneath my chair. One mismanaged shift and I'm sure it's going to result in Shreikzilla: He Came From Outer Space, but for some dysfunctional reason, I am quite OK with him needing to be close. Maddie has always been Miss Independent and, at this moment, has decided she should exert her Alphaness by sleeping on the prince's new dog bed in the boudoir. But enough about dogs. I swear I'm not going to become Crazy Dog Guy (again).

To the left is a super happy chic sitting on a pilates reformer. I began my pilates instructor training in 2007, not really sure where it would go but I did have a secret pipe dream: to go all the way with it by 2010. Having tested for my full level-1 STOTT PILATES certification in May (and anticipating results soon), I enrolled in Advanced Reformer training in March, and am now enrolled for Advanced Matwork and Advanced Cadillac/Chair/Barrels in Toronto, at STOTT PILATES flagship training center in September.

Once this training is complete, I'll test solely on the collective Advanced repertoires then, at some point soon thereafter, will enroll in a course called Injuries and Special Populations (ISP) which focuses on modifications for physical limitations and rehabilitative scenarios. Yes, that means pregnant chics too. In 2007 I was adamant that I knew nothing about birthin' no babies (still don't) and positively wouldn't teach anyone who was pregnant. Of course, back then I also only wanted to teach fit/pretty people, but what I quickly learned is that I derive a lot more satisfaction as an instructor by teaching individuals with physical limitations. And earlier this year I had a very odd Witchy experience: my pal and long-time client came in for an evening class after a brief job-shift hiatus from the schedule. For no reason other than intuition I immediately knew she was pregnant. She said, "Take it easy on my, it's been awhile, and I'm going to have to go easy anyway," and confirmed my suspicion with a wink of the eye.

So I'm excited to continue this learning - particularly with a friend who is sharing this path with me, despite living in Colorado. We're camping out at a bed and breakfast in mid-city Toronto, incidentally the week of the Toronto International Film Festival, and are planning to enjoy the city and, of course, stalk Clive Owen. What makes it even more enticing is that I get to visit all of the many wonderful friends I've made in Toronto as a result of sending my mare, Willow Bay, to be bred there in 2001. I had the opportunity to visit in both 2002 and 2003, and I'm eager to reconnect with them for a little Showcase Showdown.

I am very thankful for the people who have entered my life and encouraged me to continue seeking and searching. I will turn 40 in 2011, and even though I joke (and by joke I mean sometimes I'm not joking) about resisting, as the cliche' goes I know it's futile.

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Monday, June 14, 2010

Over The Shoulder


As it turns out, Glenwood is developing quite the personality. This is, of course, why he begins obedience class tonight. He's such a sweet, expressive, funny little dog. It's always rewarding to see positive traits emerge in a pet. Our routine is such that we walk each morning, about 3 miles. This seems to keep the energy/crazies at bay, but only for about 18 hours. It's my hope that our class will begin giving us some additional tools for mental stimulation. Admittedly, he's pretty uncomplicated from that perspective so I do count myself blessed. What's super funny about him, though, is his love of a belly rub and his hyper-mobile hips, which allow him to spread out like a bear-skin rug. This morning we had a supermodel photoshoot after I dried his dew-wet legs and belly. He gave me this rich over-the-shoulder pose as a freebie. I think Tyra Banks would be proud.

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Monday, June 07, 2010

Five Finger Discount

A few posts back, I referenced my fondness for modern products that edit and enhance the fundamentals in life. Keep it simple, stupid, continues to be a really good m.o.

This week's entry: barefoot running.

I have seen the Virbram Five Fingers "shoes" for several years around the pilates studio and, of course, with my yoga instructor. I had to laugh (and by laugh of course I mean judge) because of the way some ooey-gooey people communicate their insights on these things. Por ejemplo, " Energy abounds in your footbed. With these shoes my feet feel things. And when my feet feel things, I feel things. And that makes me happy."

OK.

Perhaps it's my long-term experience with horses, and understanding that "corrective" anything is almost always a disaster. Well-intended attempts to correct something in the feet will almost always affect a joint higher in the column. Of course this makes sense for people too.

Another positive aspect of my dirt road upbringing? BAREFOOTED, baby! I am pretty sure I wore shoes once each week (or only when I was riding my horse) during summer break, and I have to say I had no pain then. A few unplanned disasters - like jumping over a fence and landing on a broken mason jar nearly slicing off a large chunk of the side of my foot, which my father corrected with a few pieces of masking tape and a "you-be-aight" - sure, but never any joint pain. Unlike my unsuccessful attempts at running, over the years, in my fitted-just-for-my-stride running shoes that still render my knees to sharp, shooting pain despite MRI that reveals nothing.

And so it goes I will be tapping into the barefoot trend this summer, only this time I'll have a little protection to cover my dogs. I'll let you know how loud they bark during the transition.

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Tuesday, June 01, 2010

Junio!

Here it is, nearly halfway through 2010 and what do you know? I have a new dog. I intend to write a proper entry about Glenwood, and how I came about acquiring him, but for now will just post a picture of our riverside stroll this morning.

He is a 14-week +/- miniature black-tri Australian Shepherd. Right now he is adjusting to life "in the city," having lived entirely at his breeder's place in the country rambunctiously active with his litter mates. Noise is new to him and we're taking it very slow with the introductions. And because he's a big baby, I wind up carrying him a lot of places. I am convinced, however, that he will evolve.

Maddie is quite fine with him, although she doesn't share his zest for puppy-play. She does let him lick her ears and worship her as The Queen, so it's been a fairly pleasant 72 hours. I am prepared to stay the course with physical and mental engagement - breed requirements - but so far he's good to just bounce a round a little then prone to sleep for a few hours. (The life of a puppy!)

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