tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31071462024-03-13T18:30:31.371-04:00Idiosycratic LifeTen Years of BloggingChunky Photojournalist Barbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646004753295087957noreply@blogger.comBlogger1124125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107146.post-3269676664533706862012-03-27T00:17:00.002-04:002012-03-27T00:28:09.847-04:00We're All In This TogetherThe children's theater I shoot for is doing "High School Musical." The music is catchy and cloying and just a little bit irresistible. I'd never seen the original 2006 movie version until tonight, but I did see Zac Efron on Ellen last week. Ellen basically said that "Glee" would not have been possible without High School Musical. Now I that I watched in on Netflix? I gotta say... yeah. Pretty Chunky Photojournalist Barbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646004753295087957noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107146.post-61676026601008778922011-12-21T21:07:00.005-05:002011-12-21T21:36:25.567-05:00Things I've Been Incredulous Toward Joel About in the Past 20 Minutes While Watching Shit on YouTube1.) The Hobbit TrailerJoel: Wow, Tolkien really knew where that story was going.Me: Um, yeah?Joel: I mean, I saw a lot of things that I know from "Lord of the Rings."ME: That's the nature of a prequel?2.) Purim costumesJoel: Wait, that guy's name tag said, "Mordechai!"Me: Yeah, he's kind of a main character in the story? Joel: Why are those guys dressed up as astronauts?Me: You can be whatever Chunky Photojournalist Barbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646004753295087957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107146.post-70300092775285557352011-12-09T01:28:00.002-05:002011-12-09T01:41:27.541-05:00I want to go home.I have this... quirk. Shocking, I know, even more shocking than my randomly updating this blog that I've let languish for a full six months. :)Sometimes, when I'm very tired, or sad, or want desperately to stop working, I will say, out loud, "I want to go home." I may in fact be home when I say it. Since I work from home, it's quite likely. I might even say it while sitting on my own couch. It Chunky Photojournalist Barbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646004753295087957noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107146.post-58747352082741742852011-05-26T14:02:00.003-04:002011-05-26T14:06:51.781-04:00Way outside my comfort zoneI'm changing a lot of things up in my life and in my business. It's hard. I am way outside my comfort zone. Ultimately, these changes, I fully believe, will make me more profitable and less stressed. Six months from now I will look back on this time and say, "Wow. That was hard but I'm soooo happy I did these things." But being a better businesswoman- not someone who is a pushover, with true Chunky Photojournalist Barbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646004753295087957noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107146.post-62098277165659956112011-04-28T17:57:00.000-04:002011-04-28T17:58:01.646-04:00When Maddie Met Gunner...Photos of my parents' new puppy Maddie in her first few moments at home! Chunky Photojournalist Barbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646004753295087957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107146.post-61335317941215152952011-04-26T13:47:00.001-04:002011-04-26T13:48:51.568-04:00Easter SundayHere is a slideshow of Easter Sunday, starring the neighbors' new pup. Photos of my parents' puppy coming soon! Chunky Photojournalist Barbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646004753295087957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107146.post-73131466213020185072011-03-29T18:29:00.004-04:002011-03-31T23:38:28.207-04:00Pass the Kleenex, pleaseNumber of times I've seen/photographed "The Secret Garden" in the past three weeks? 16Number of times the scene where Colin gets out of his wheelchair and walks again has made me cry? 16Number of performances/dress rehearsals left: 4Number of times I expect to weep behind my camera body: 4It's not that just that the children are so earnest and committed, although they are, which tends to make me Chunky Photojournalist Barbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646004753295087957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107146.post-58083535170883402402011-03-25T04:11:00.002-04:002011-03-25T04:15:02.736-04:00When can I relax? NEVER.One of my High School Friends-Turned-Client-Brides (seriously, you guys should start a softball team or make t-shirts or something) asked me recently when "summer" for wedding photographers is, because it's certainly not during the actual summer. The truth is, I don't know, because I spend whatever down time (or you know, down-ish time) I have panicking. This week has been Editing Week, where Chunky Photojournalist Barbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646004753295087957noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107146.post-5883753101804502592011-03-18T19:56:00.002-04:002011-03-18T20:05:35.311-04:00Procrastinating on My Tax PreparationOkay, this is too funny not to share, even though I am totally supposed to be figuring out how I owe the government for the privilege of having been self-employed this past year. Gulp! This is a pro gay marriage song by the awesome comedy music duo Garfunkel and Oates, mocking Pat Robertson for his statements worrying that people protected by hate crime legislation would seek legalized same-sex Chunky Photojournalist Barbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646004753295087957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107146.post-46889117237750035282011-03-07T19:33:00.005-05:002011-03-07T20:01:46.165-05:00Mah Huzzband... is cute!That is all... carry on!Chunky Photojournalist Barbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646004753295087957noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107146.post-47553507085885636472011-03-02T19:41:00.003-05:002011-03-02T19:57:32.291-05:00Good Times Never Seemed So GoodHi. How are you? I am fine.You are everywhere today. It started at my breakfast meeting. One of the people in my networking group just lost a loved one, and everyone is signing up to bring their family dinner. It got a little keystone cops with everyone trying to reinvent the wheel when in fact a dinner-bringing schedule was already set up. I made a suggestion that no one else thought of because-Chunky Photojournalist Barbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646004753295087957noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107146.post-54122042054792586862011-02-28T22:43:00.003-05:002011-03-03T22:57:59.829-05:00Hello, Foot. It's your old friend Mouth.Greetings from Captain Overreaction! You know that line where being a passionate person becomes being a pain in the ass? Oh, yes, I am back here again. I need to kick it 80s style and take a chill pill. Fly below the radar, Ang. Fly below the radar.Chunky Photojournalist Barbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646004753295087957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107146.post-59275358790267566982011-02-28T00:23:00.002-05:002011-02-28T00:25:37.857-05:00Trip Photos #1: Antelope CanyonWhile we were in Vegas, Alissa asked me if I like nature photography. It was such a simple question, but I was hard-pressed to pick a favorite kind of shooting. I started to say, It's like asking me to pick my favorite flavor of ice cream" but I only got as far as "It's like asking me to pick..." when she filled in with, "...a favorite child?" That's more like it.Anyway, I can't pick a favorite. Chunky Photojournalist Barbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646004753295087957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107146.post-50756705614134603272011-02-26T03:14:00.003-05:002011-02-26T03:26:49.850-05:00Too Dumb to GambleDoes anyone else find slot machines kinda of confusing and dumbfounding? Yes, I know the screen tells you if you won or lost, but what's the deal with all the lines? And how come the symbols don't always line up? You don't have to answer that. Honestly, what I know about slot machines I probably learned from the bonus round of Super Mario Brothers 3 (three cherries in a row means more lives!) andChunky Photojournalist Barbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646004753295087957noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107146.post-44620290942624127432011-02-22T17:19:00.002-05:002011-02-22T17:28:23.931-05:00Rage, rage, go away.Shooting sunrise at the south rim of the Grand Canyon this morning gave me a rare case of "Amateur Rage." I usually don't mind the crowd of amateurs at gorgeous places. I used to be one, and hey- no one's paying me to be here today. I'm not on anybody's clock but my own. Usually I feel like photography is this amazing thing that anyone can do at any commitment level and the joy of making an imageChunky Photojournalist Barbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646004753295087957noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107146.post-30668288536593695832011-02-18T15:12:00.004-05:002011-02-21T03:47:50.991-05:00Viva Espana, er, Las VegasI am biding my time in JFK Airport for my flight to Las Vegas in an hour for Fun Girl Weekend in Las Vegas. As I approached the ticket window to check my bag and get my boarding pass, it looked like a long line had formed. I groaned a little to myself by realized that I couldn't actually get in line, because there was one of those strappy belt thingies cordoning off the line... wth? Trust me," a Chunky Photojournalist Barbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646004753295087957noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107146.post-61426426818654422032011-02-10T02:50:00.003-05:002011-02-10T03:10:54.679-05:00O, CavitiesI am almost 31 years old and I had cavities filled for the first time in my life today. I've always been the gold star tooth patient, except for that one time in Miami when I went to the stupid Holistic Dentist and got him to sand down the small black spot on my tooth that wasn't a cavity but hurt when I ate or drank hot, cold and/or sweet things.I didn't have any cavities for my whole life, and Chunky Photojournalist Barbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646004753295087957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107146.post-24516281440438707632011-02-03T23:27:00.003-05:002011-02-04T03:37:42.751-05:00I have a question.So it's high school musical/dance theater season, which means I'm covering a lot of dress rehearsals and preview performances and what not. Forgive me while I wax poetic for a second, and then I'll get to my question. One of the things that I personally find fascinating is the universality of American experience, particularly in terms of high school, teenage years, coming-of-age rituals, etc. Chunky Photojournalist Barbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646004753295087957noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107146.post-80358911813131843632011-01-25T02:41:00.005-05:002011-01-25T03:07:54.843-05:00My Dog, My Co-WorkerRight now I'm spending a truly depressing amount of time retouching and editing. Seriously, I had an editing marathon from last Friday morning until Sunday night. Today I got a bit of a break for a doctor's appointment and a freelance assignment. Woot. (A break from work to do... a different kind of work!) Arg.Anyway, my dog is my constant companion. She mostly sleeps beside me and truth be toldChunky Photojournalist Barbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646004753295087957noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107146.post-72753827291324076672011-01-18T15:25:00.003-05:002011-01-18T16:22:13.347-05:00TidbitsYou know how life seems to have a tempo to it sometimes, that cycle of ups and downs? And you have those times when you're growing and getting stronger and learning life lessons and sorting out your shit and ultimately this is a good thing that we all must do in order to live and do and be and grow, but then you just get tired of working on yourself? Yup. That's where I'm at. So I don't mean to Chunky Photojournalist Barbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646004753295087957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107146.post-67832918260296908042011-01-09T00:34:00.001-05:002011-01-09T00:35:26.977-05:00I don't know what to say...Everything kinda sucks right now. Thanks for checking in. Be back soon!Chunky Photojournalist Barbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646004753295087957noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107146.post-52879414554991965932010-12-30T01:40:00.003-05:002010-12-30T02:09:33.185-05:00ValidationI was shooting video at a high school basketball game the other night, when I heard a squeal from the stands and someone calling my name. I glanced over in the general direction and thought, "Nah, that can't mean me" before sliding my gaze back to the action on the court. That's when I got hit- with a whoosh of hair gel and a swish of long hair, lip gloss and gum- with a hug. One of the maids of Chunky Photojournalist Barbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646004753295087957noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107146.post-14402809711823102752010-12-12T13:52:00.004-05:002010-12-12T14:23:59.884-05:00Pets, You'll Be the Death of MeFred? Is a punk ass. He somehow lost his collar when I was in India. No one has seen it. A few nights after I got back, when I was still jet-lagged and sick and reeling from reverse culture shock and spending four consecutive days holed up in the Harrytown Tusic Mall shooting "Bye Bye Birdie" as performed by ten-year-olds, my lazy cat turned busted out some kung fu moves, the likes of which I Chunky Photojournalist Barbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646004753295087957noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107146.post-70242421541100350262010-12-03T02:45:00.004-05:002010-12-03T04:19:27.994-05:00A Different Kind of Festival of LightsHappy Hanukkah everybody, you know, from your friends Chunky Photojournalist Barbie and Joel who are not really Jews... just kinda of Jew-ish. Get it? Get it? Or Jew-esque. ;) We went down to Queens tonight for AMAZING latkes made from scratch. My mother-in-law has casually mentioned in the past that she really worked hard learning how to cook all the traditional holiday foods and things when sheChunky Photojournalist Barbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646004753295087957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3107146.post-6794129979555712242010-11-30T02:59:00.001-05:002010-11-30T02:59:46.224-05:00Stills from a Rural Village outside VaranasiChunky Photojournalist Barbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11646004753295087957noreply@blogger.com0