wind blows deeply

Apparently spending three hours taking photos around the lake in the afternoon can result in a sunburn.

I will eventually get around to posting photos.

I'm thinking about getting a MacBook. Probably Pro.
I like digital photography. I'll probably be doing more and maybe even learn all those nifty features on my S3IS. Maybe even get a digital SLR one day.

The question I have relates to photo editing: Photoshop vs. Aperture? One vs. the other vs. both? Suggestions solicited.

Perhaps an update is due?

Last week, diagnosis: not quite bronchitis. Great. Antibiotics which I diligently take despite believing that these five-day-old non-resolving symptoms are actually viral related and the antibiotics won't do a darn thing. Feeling better currently ... actually breathing, not coughing, less congested ... but still exhausted.

Weekend: church women's retreat. Wonderful. Four hour nap on Saturday! Lots of pictures (not yet on flickr). Speaker's first point: Wait. The message I had from God the last Sunday I was in Africa: Wait. Much too obvious to be a coincidence. Not sure what it means, other than wait.

Monday: ultimate! First game of the season. We lost. Perhaps I can blame it on the wind. That works, right? I am still rather sore. Not entirely as much as expected. Great to play again though.

Tuesday: at work until after 8pm. What was I thinking?!? Of course, like usual, I will not put in for the nearly four hours of overtime I worked. I didn't get "prior approval" so I'd get my hand slapped again since I would be doing it a second time. Do I really love my job that much? Sure, I truly care about my patients -- but love my job? Maybe.

Today: car made horrible sound a few blocks from home. Nothing obviously, visibly wrong. Fluid levels okay. Differential diagnosis: rotors, bearings, brake pads, stone caught in brake, belt in engine misaligned. I am hoping for the stone. Since Murphy's law says it's probably something much worse, I am happy for all the AirMiles I am about to rack up. Hopefully she makes it to the shop okay tomorrow. Update: broken spring! Not even driving fast over potholes. Now have two brand new struts/

One week from today: birthday. Spent: at work in day, work event in evening. Presents requested: none. Dinner on Friday though?

The Grammar Vandal is an absolute gem of a site. After chuckling over her posts for an eternity, I am now afraid to review my previous entries for horrid misuses of the English language.

Wednesday night I had a dream. A friend's mother was admitted to hospital with some sort of head issue. I got the phone call in the wee hours of the morning, "I know things are sort of weird right now, but would you please come." Of course I went. She was in the ICU. Since I knew the lingo, I chatted with the nurse. Overall status. ICP. Mannitol versus hypertonic saline. Vent settings. For those moments of my dream I knew all the right things. More importantly I was there.
Thursdays at work there are education rounds for the pharmacists. One of us usually presents to the rest of the group on a topic in our usual practise area. The topic was supposed to be metabolic syndrome. When I got there, the topic had been changed to accomodate a presentation by a PharmD student. The new topic? Head trauma: everything that I "knew" the night before in my dream.
It was just odd, that's all.

Ultimate is coming soon to a field near me. I watched some games at an indoor tourny this weekend. Definitely got the itch to play again.
It seems like it was such a long time ago that I played, that I almost forgot rule number one: why show up on time when you can show up late? At least I wasn't the first person at the team meeting tonight.
The thought of running, nay, sprinting for an hour and a half does bring with it a great sense of weariness. With it, consideration of running in the mornings again. But maybe that breaks rule number two: who needs practise anyway?

I currently have 1093 photographs posted on flickr. It took me all of today to sort through my hard drive and choose the ones that told a story or captured the moment. Someday I hope to be able to combine the story in the moment and infuse it with beauty. Someday I will learn how to use my camera. In the meantime, I have sorted through the mass of them, picked my favourites and will endeavor to figure out what I might be doing right.

It suddenly came to me: I often don't anticipate love (or gestures thereof). I am caught off guard. I stumble a moment or two, catch my balance and continue on. Wouldn't it be great if I lived every moment in great expectation and anticipation?
It would change how I relate to God, how I interact with a beau, how I care for my family and how I build into my friendships.

Two new artists I've come to appreciate both have roots in Israel: Yael Naim (New Soul, featured in the MacBook Air commercial) and Yamit Mamo (Love Our Time Today, Death at a Funeral). Both have an acoustic/folk/pop sound. Yael is Fiest-ish and Yamit is more Norah Jones-y. Both warrant a definite listen.