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Babies everywhere! or how we tell the time

Well, not really. And not yet. Also, not yet for the pirate and I.

But in our little world there are a fair number of babies on the horizon (Miss Anna Mae, Baby Brown, and Baby Tami-John). Three sets of friends we know are expecting this summer and I’ve begun knitting madly so that maybe their baby hats will done before they are born. This will be a feat as most little people who come into my life don’t get their first knitted item until after they are done incubating.

These are happy and exciting times folks.

In other news:
My dad recently sent me a picture of my poorly remembered youth. I’m on my 82-year-old grandfather’s lap and my sister (9 at the time) is sitting next to him. We’re in the backyard in Brighton and both he and she look so happy.

Me?

I look vaguely peeved. Or confused.

It’s a good picture though and I’m happy he sent it to me. Most of the pictures of me as a small person are still in the photo albums at home. This though came from a bunch of slides that my dad recently acquired through the wonders of the technology.

Growing up I often heard of these slides. My family referenced them as others might give directions to Shangri-la.

“The pictures of the Kris Kringle Mart? They’re on the slides. But that was BA.”

BA-Before Ninjamechanic. A time that usually referred to the 9 years or so that my family was incomplete before I finally decided to show up.

They lived in Germany. My sister played golf on the Arsenal. We had a guinea pig. They participated in Volksmarches and our poodle went for bike rides.

Plenty happened after Ninjamechanic hit the scene … We moved to Northern Virginia. My dad and sister built the deck. We almost burned the kitchen down that one time in Indian Princesses.

Grade school. College. Georgia. Pirate-Ninja Wedding. Life stuff.

All just normal everyday things, but all things of which I have seen photographs. I’m a visual learner which I think contributes to my love of photography. You can express things in photographs or snapshots that other mediums sometimes struggle to articulate.

Moments in time that are fragile. Echoes of people who are no longer here and places that are out of reach.

I look forward to seeing what other things Dad digs up as he reclaims the slides. Especially the BA ones.

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May the VW be with you

Volkswagen’s Super Bowl commercial for the 2012 Passat rocked my world on so many levels.

Level 1:
-I’m a VW champion/nerd.

Level 2:
-Huzzah for “The Imperial March”!

I didn’t exactly watch the Super Bowl this year. More like, I caught glimpses of it while super bowl-ing.

However — in between sets and achieving a score that would be admirable only in golf — the car commercials definitely caught my attention. Kudos to Chevrolet for debuting the Volt’s spicy little 30-second slot. It’s exciting to finally see them surging forward and giving their electric line some attention.

In class we’re currently discussing the differences between diesels and gasoline engines which made BMW’s diesel commercial relevant. But dang if they didn’t hit below the belt.

Okay, I’ll give them that semi-trucks are often viewed as gross emitters.

Did they really need to single out Mercedes and Volvo though?

Sure, both companies have come a long way from their signature 1980s diesels, particularly since emissions standards have required the automotive industry to sit up and listen. But the Mercedes 300 series happens to be the body style of the 1984 Benz I learned to drive on. Furthermore Volvo’s iconic 240 station wagon is the first image that always comes to mind when I recall my childhood and all the times Mom schlepped us around town.

Way to go BMW. Just label my formative years gross and disgusting. See if I care.

[cough] Bring More Wallet [cough]