May Pictures

Watch this slide show of pictures of the kids from May. You can also go to my Web Album by clicking on the link to the right. If you go to my Flickr page (link to the right) you will see other new pictures.
That is all.

Words, words, words!

How many of these words do you know?

Outage

In case you haven't heard, there are major outages over at MySpace.

Poor Rachel

Watch as much of this video as you can. Rachel Ray has really let herself go.

Saturday drive

We went for a drive in the mountains yesterday. Most of the day was nice. It started raining. It was not a great day for pictures. Go to my Flickr page (here or the link on the left) to see some of the better pictures. This is my lovely family.

Fate

I do not believe in luck or serendipity. All things happen because God allows them to happen. However, I am finding that good photographs happen at seemingly random times. I want to be a good photographer. Every picture I snap I hope will be the best ever taken. Rarely does this happen. Any good photos I take are surrounded by a sea of mediocre-to-crap photos. The really good photographs happen without much thought or foresight. The above photo is one of my favorites. I took it this weekend at my parent's house. I did some digital processing on it, but that is not why I like it. Capturing a look or a gesture has nothing to do with equipment or programs. I am glad I captured this adorable pose, of my adorable girl.

Nature

I love mountains, hills, and clouds . No camera can capture them. Not even close.

Poem

Thank you, Rube.

How is this for a Rube Goldberg contraption?

The snobberization of Jeremy

Hello. My name is Jeremy, and I am a coffee snob.
Like everyone, I began drinking coffee on a strictly casual basis. I didn't care where it came from; I just cared that it was coffee. Soon, though, I started drinking only name-brand coffee, whether it be Starbuks, or Seattles' Best, or Caribu. Before I new it, I would only drink coffee that came from freshly ground beans.
All these changes happened rather slowly. I couldn't see how much I was changing. I couldn't see how far up my nose had grown. By the time I noticed things had changed, the snowball was too large.
This past month, an acquaintance (I will leave April out of this) bought me a coffee-roaster. Now I can buy raw beans, and roast them myself. This is the pure Vodka of the coffee world. The fancy freshly ground Starbuks that, at one point, fancied my buds, now frightens them. What once tasted like sweet nectar now tastes like Yak bile. I have completely gone over the edge. With the Rubicon behind me, I have no choice but to continue down this one-way path to Juan's living room.
I am a coffee snob.

Slow motion

This could very well be the coolest thing you see today.