After learning of the Vignette Camera app for Android on Neil Gaiman's blog, I downloaded the demo. An hour later I bought the full version and haven't looked back. I gave it its first real run around the track yesterday when I took Jack to a small park that's exclusively for 2-to-5 year olds.
A couple more samples after the break.
I feel like if you write about movies you're almost contractually obligated to voice your opinion (informed or otherwise) about Christopher Nolan's INCEPTION.
So I did. And it's over to read on Celluloid Moon. The short version? I liked it. But is that okay in this age of either proclaiming a film either a masterpiece or a piece of crap? I don't know, and I have the feeling that the vitriol will continue spilling in both directions.
Oh, well. Doesn't change the fact I liked it!
I can't quite explain why this image sticks out from the hundreds of other pictures I took during our vacation. Jack would run down to the water until a wave came in, and then he would sprint away as if the white water lapping at his ankles would suck him out to sea.
Now when I look at it I can't help but feel a tremendous amount of love and a little bit of sadness, watching him run away.
Less than an hour ago I was sitting on the floor of our deck, feeling a breeze missing from our part of the state for what felt like months, watching my son race across the small patch of grass we call our backyard as he picked exactly ten flowers for me.
The flowers were, in fact, weeds - white clovers to be precise. And as he would discover and pick each one he would run back to me and place it with all the delicacy a three-year old can muster, asking, "How many now, Dad?" I would tell him, and with a sound that only parents can hear he would be off in search of the next one. I leaned back, listening to the birds and crickets and the neighbors and the creaking squeak of the screen door as my wife stepped out to watch, and I realized that what was happening was something I would want to record, to trap, to always have with me. I also realized that every moment has the potential to be that, and there was no way I would ever be able to capture them all, but this was one I wasn't willing to relinquish.
So I didn't.
The majority of the morning was spent sitting at my desk thinking of a title for a new blog (don't worry just yet - I'm not sure this means Geek Monkey is going away, or that the 5 of you who follow this will have to immediately change your URL links), and Here Is No Why was the first thing that came into my head. The fact that it wasn't available was probably for the best since it is, after all, the title to a Smashing Pumpkins song I can't for the life of me recall, and - nothing against Billy Corgan - the last thing I want is for people to come looking for news about their favorite 90s alternative glam/rock band and find themselves looking at one more weblog that will in all probability be abandoned in a few months.
So what do I do instead? I settle on another name that most people will read and immediately connect to yet another 90s rock sensation. Granted, one that has a lot more credibility (if that even matters) but, in the end, amounts to about the same thing.
But before talking about Stranded Below Nirvana, let's talk a little more about Here Is No Why, specifically why I thought it was a pretty cool title for a blog.
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