The Baby Event Horizon

Another shining and twisted example of my wonderful and bizarre family was introduced at the wedding last weekend:  The Baby Event Horizon.

(Kudos to Mike, Joe, and my sister for this one.)

Where have I been?

Where have I been?

I spent last weekend with my family in Columbus, celebrating my cousin Brian’s marriage to his long-time girlfriend Jenny.  It was quite a time, full of red meat and wine, and with enough strange memories to last the family through another few Christmases.  I wore my new black sport coat to the wedding on Saturday, and I sang "Feliz Navidad" at the Holiday Inn bar on Friday. 

On Sunday I rode back to Cleveland with my family, we rested for a few hours at home, and then drove out to a Korean restaurant on the east side with my uncle Joe, aunt Sue, and cousin Joey (who were also at the wedding).  Once again an American version of Korea surprised me with its authenticity, and we all left the restaurant stinking of soju and garlic.

If I am being too pithy, it is because I am tired and not feeling remarkably well.

On Monday night, I saw Maura perform her first official show at a cool bar on the east side.  She did a bang-up job, and as "I am tired and not feeling remarkably well," I will let my friend Lauren’s description take it from here… (click on that link back there).

And today I went to a movie with my sister, during which I started feeling rather unwell in the stomach-area, so after which I took a nap.  My sister flew back to San Francisco earlier tonight, after which I went over and had a farewell dinner with Becky and friends–she moves to NYC tomorrow.  That brings us to now–me sitting in front of my parents’ computer hastily typing out this crappy post while the remnants of hurricane Katrina make everything outside very wet. 

I’m moving to Savannah in a week, and I’m really ready, although I’m also really wondering where the summer went.  My eyes itch, and I miss my girlfriend. 

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Last night I took photos of my friend Maura, one of which will hopefully be seen on the front of her first CD.  It was the first time I had been asked to take photos of someone for a particular purpose, and as such the request was rather flattering.  I’ve little experience photographing people, and practically none in arranging a place and pose-type-thing in which to photograph a person, so the experience was one of learning and experimentation more than anything else.  It ended up being lots of fun, while also seeming to produce a few results with possibility.  It would be cool to have one of my photos on the cover of a CD, especially by someone I know and admire.

Explanation completed, here are a couple of the resultant photos:

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(For the above, we ended up turning on the hazard lights and shooting on the side of I-90 in Avon Lake.  It was exciting, in a we-might-get-run-over-by-a-semi sorta way.)

Huntington Beach, last night

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Hunter S. Thompson’s ashes were shot into the Woody Creek sky last night, and thus ends his story. 

My cousin Brian is getting married next weekend, and I have been forced to acquire my first sport coat since high school as a result.  I am not unhappy about finally having to get another sport coat, but I consider myself lucky to have been able to go more than ten years without one.  About the wedding I am excited, as I haven’t seen most of my extended family since Christmas, and most of us will be staying in the same Holiday Inn.

I was washing my hands in the bathroom of Westfield Shoppingtown this afternoon and I noticed a gray hair on the side of my head.  I got no problem with this–I consider myself lucky to still have hair, albeit less than I had when last I wore a sport coat.  I do have a problem with the fact that apparently grAy and grEy are both acceptable spellings for the color of the hair on the side of my head, but this is not going to keep me up at night.

I’ve had trouble sleeping these last few nights, and I’m not sure if I should attribute this to the new One-A-Day Energy Formula vitamins I started taking this week.  I don’t know exactly why I switched to the energy formula, as I’m not really in need of energy.  I suppose I figured–at the time, standing in front of the vitamin rack at Drug Mart–that I could always use more energy, and the inclusion of ginseng made me think of Korea.  Now, however, I’m thinking I should put the energy formula aside for a time when I really need energy.  Perhaps this will keep the gods of energy overindulgence from punishing me with sleep deprivation.  If the Greeks had a god of energy overindulgence, I think he would be called Zippy-Zap.

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"sausage market"

I am back at Panera Bread in Westlake, exploiting the free wifi to download the latest episode of Six Feet Under.  There’s a couple sitting in the corner across from me, and the male of the pair is talking loudly, animatedly, and vulgarly to the woman sitting across from him.  I just heard him say "sausage market," followed immediately by "cocksuckers" and "bullshit."  Sometimes I miss not being able to understand the native language.

I’ll be moving to Georgia in about three weeks, and everything seems to be mostly in place for the move.  I am excited, and anxious, and then excited again after reading the descriptions of Savannah in "Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil."  I hope that it is as beautiful and charming a place as I have been led to believe… I expect it will be.

The music they play in Panera Bread is often really unfortunate.

Home has been full of seeing and catching up with old friends, some of whom I haven’t talked to or seen since I first moved to Korea almost two years ago.  I’ve been going out almost every night, which I justify by telling myself that it might be a while before I am able to see and play with many of these people again.  In this vein, and many others, I am very happy to be remaining in America for film school.  I’m not sure I’m ready to be an ocean apart from everyone I love again (Lauren and Korean friends excluded, sadly and obviously).

Sarah

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