Gatorland!

I end up traveling for work quite a bit (on the weekdays, guys, don't worry!) and often find myself with big chunks of time to explore my surrounds.  Orlando was no exception and this time I had a car!  So I headed out, at the suggestion of my lovely aunt and uncle, to the place they call Gatorland. alligators in black and white I was going to put interesting facts about alligators in this spot, but I've just realized that I learned absolutely nothing at Gatorland.  Not sure if that is entirely my fault, but it is what it is.  More pictures, then! alligators in detail This is a gator feeding area! alligator in black and white There really were just tons and tons of gators all over the place - really close, too - but they had some other animals you could scope out.  The birds were remarkably plentiful. bird with eggs in a nest and python giant tortoise at gatorland hot dogs in a cup (For feeding the alligators, I realized long after I took this photo.) black and white diptych of fern and bird Seriously, how cute are these owls! owls at gatorland Finally, plants.  I took a little walk through their "real swamp" - very proud that it isn't cultivated, they are.  It was swampy.  The second photo is taro, of bubble tea fame. very green plants in the swamp taro in the swamp And that's what I did with my afternoon yesterday.  In Chicago at David's house now.  Hopefully I will bring you images from the windy city next!

Three images from Orlando

A series of unfortunate events, on top of the cold weather we always have this time of year, has prevented me from getting out and taking pictures.  I've been in a bit of a funk lately and I asked my husband what he thought might be the problem.  "Well, you haven't photographed anything in a while," he said.  But that can't possibly be the issue, could it? In any case, I'm writing this from the Orlando airport en route to birthday celebrations in even-colder Chicago.  But David always drags me around to see fun things so I'm hoping to get plenty of shutter clicks in there, too.  Meanwhile, here are three random images from my travels.  First up - shuttle launch.  The planets (har, get it?) kind of aligned for me to go see Discovery's last launch.  We drove for what seemed forever and got about 5 miles away.  It was pretty seriously neat watching something launch that was headed for space.  I didn't photograph the liftoff but wish I had now.  Lesson learned: just take the damn picture. last Discovery shuttle launch And two more - one in the hotel's bathroom as part of my hotel self-portrait project and another from the Orlando airport (on the way in). b&w self-portrait at buena vista palace resort Orlando airport in black and white On deck for tomorrow: Gatorland!

5/12 Books: Surely You’re Joking, Mr. Feynman!

Surely you're joking Mr. FeynmanSome books are brilliant in their own merit - funny, thoughtful, fascinating.  Other books are very difficult to judge objectively because they are so important to you or someone you love.  I fear I may be falling into the latter category here with Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman!, the first in a series of short, playful autobiographies by the Nobel-prize-winning physicist Richard Feynman.  Then again, it's exactly the kind of book that pushes my buttons and gives me that insatiable itch for adventure.  I must, in the end, enthusiastically endorse this book. The autobiography is laid out in a very engaging way - short chapters that cover one specific interesting anecdote, story, or period in his life.  The man had a lot of fantastic adventures in his time.  The book is indeed funny, thoughtful and fascinating!  It's also an interesting look into the past.  Feynman worked on the bomb at Los Alamos and on a host of other important physics problems.  He can be a pompous ass about recounting his role in these things and his "humility" isn't believable for a second, but you almost don't care because you're wrapped up in his story. This book was also immensely fascinating for me to read because I see so much of my husband in Feynman (which, of course, is why he gets to be snuggled up with my bosom - something I doubt Feynman would much have minded either).  This can mean that either George is naturally like Feynman or was so heavily influenced by the man and his work that he has developed similar outlooks on certain things.  In any case, it was like meeting his mother or reading his childhood diary.  I felt like I was uncovering a whole new layer.  You certainly won't experience this reading the book, but perhaps you can understand my perspective from having read other books that were near and dear to your loved ones. I'll also share a little story from way back on our second or third date.  I was seeing George's house for the first time, and he had another autobiography laying out, entitled What do you care what other people think? I thought he was kind of a loser for reading self-help books, and so proceeded to tease him mercilessly about it.  He was hard-pressed to convince me that the book was an autobiography of a famous physicist!  But he did, and everything worked out for the best. I hate to admit that George was right, of course, but I did heartily enjoy the book and I will likely continue on with the series.

12 Books

This post comes to you as part of E‘s 12 books in 12 months project.  The goal is to read 12 books in a year – 12 books that we might not ordinarily be too motivated to read, but that have been on our to-read list.  I think it's about time I got to the erotica, so I'll put Story of O on my next-up list. 1. Story of O, Pauline Reage 2. The Four Hour Workweek, Tim Ferris 3. Sex at Dawn: The Prehistoric Origins of Modern Sexuality, Christopher Ryan and Cacilda Jethá 4. The One-Week Job Project, Sean Aiken 5. Infinite Jest, David Foster Wallace 6. Surely You’re Joking, Mr. Feynman?, Richard Feynman 7. Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, James Joyce 8. Light in August, William Faulkner 9. For Whom the Bell Tolls, Ernest Hemingway 10. At least one book from my photography collection, TBD. 11. Year of Magical Thinking, Joan Didion 12. A Scanner Darkly, Philip K. Dick