Friday, July 29, 2005


PaintedSharkNo1, originally uploaded by carolWorldLeader.

You can swim all you want in the deep end, think that you are a big fish and all, just make certain to lookout for fins like these.

Everytime I see this one, I think of that Jimmy Buffet song "Fins" ("you got fins to the left, fins to the right, and you're the only bait in town...")

This, in turn, makes me think of key lime pie. Yes, it's true, while we were in New Orleans, we went to Jimmy Buffet's restaurant. While we at Jimmy Buffet's Restaurant (Margaritaville, I think that it's called) we had some really good key lime pie. I didn't realize how much I liked key lime pie until I went to Margaritaville. Wow. Was it good. And not a manatee in sight.

Of course, I think they also had some shark on the menu as well. Mmmm. Chewy.

Until next time...

Thursday, July 28, 2005


turtle, originally uploaded by carolWorldLeader.

This little guy was attracted to the side of his underwater container (for some unknown reason) and so I managed to grab a snapshot of him.

I went to the Texas Photographic Society's Push Pin and swap meet meeting last night. It was kind of fun. Somebody brought in an IPhoto book and this now has me very intrugued. I so want to make one of my very own. I've always had dreams about making a book of my very own stuff, but it's always been prohibitively expensive. Now, for $9.99, you can have your very own iPhoto Booklet and eat your cake too.

I saw a news piece the other day on all the dot com's. It was sort of interesting, because they said that a lot of the failed dot com's are coming back, only with different management and on a scaled down size.

They used to have all these big plans, with all these big MBA types coming in, hiring more MBA types, spending huge budgets, plotting world domination and free pizza for the rest of the company on Friday afternoons. Now they are all just thinking about how to make a profit as quickly as possible, while still providing cool technology and filling a service need.

They don't have dreams of growing a business into global domination, but they just want to carve out their own little corner of the universe.

Sort of like this little fellow, I suppose.

Until next time...

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Crazy Women Drivers

BitchShirt, originally uploaded by carolWorldLeader.

In case you haven't heard the oh-so-great news, the space shuttle has left earth and is currently in orbit.

One thing that's really cool about this particular shuttle is that, among the crew members, there are two women aboard. The commander of the shuttle is, in fact, a women from New York-you can read more about her here: Eileen Collins

I remember one of the shuttles that landed at night, and came in low over Austin, en route to Houston. The craziest thing about it, apart from the glowing red trail it left in the summer sky (which was, in fact, beautiful) was that we saw it go by around 9:50 at night, and then land in Houston 10 minutes later. After retiring inside to catch the evening news, we saw the landing on TV, broadcast live from Houston, TX a full ten minutes after we waved at the passing red trail.

Yes, you read that right. That "crazy woman driver" made it from Austin to Houston in *10 minutes* or so. That would normally be a two hour trip, more with traffic (by car, of course.)

Now, I'm not feminist but, somehow, I think you can safely log that one under the "yo go girl!" moniker without worry. Be-atche or not, you'd best get out of her way because, covering that much ground in 10 minutes, I'd have to say she's hauling a booty bigger than Beyonce's or JLo's.

Yes, it's true. Our "friend" Eileen really is a "fly girl" (and that's Dr. Be-atche to you!)

Until next time...

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

School Of Fish

SchoolOfFish, originally uploaded by carolWorldLeader.

Or, perhaps, I should call this the school of hard knocks. I've managed to break both flickr and blogger in the past two days. Maybe they are all just out on vacation fishing? Could be.

Well, yesterday, I had this really *great* super funny blog about how I followed this guy all the way to work (ok, maybe it wasn't that funny) from my subdivision, all the while he had a newspaper stuck to the top of his trunk. It was pretty funny, actually, watching him dart and weave through traffic on Austin's Palmer Road, all the time knowing that his daily news was stuck to the rear of his automobile. Kind of like watching somebody walk out of the ladies room in a bar with TP stuck to their shoe, only on a much grander scale.

(If you see a black Toyota Celica with a newspaper stuck to it's hind quarters, do please email me all the gory details. I so need to know.)

I'm going to try to keep this short for today, since both flickr and blogger seem to have it out for me.

One last tidbit before I hit the trails (presumably without my very own daily news stuck to my hindquarters.) I spoke with Kanchan yesterday. She's alive and well and living outside of Dallas (Plano, actually.) She had a daughter and seems quite happy. She looks really good from the pictures (URL) she sent me.

That's just so not-fishy, it's fantastic and, well, almost newsworthy.

Until next time...

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Jelly Fish No 7

JellyFishNo7, originally uploaded by carolWorldLeader.

Aren't these the funniest looking creatures?

I think so anyway. How odd. Like giant glowing pillows that drift under the sea. Invisible yet incandescent.

Kathy has made contact from the coast and has told me that she's out visiting aquariums in Oregon. I can't wait to see what she's going to bring back. She's been doing so many trips back to back, she's going to need months of "Photoshop processing time" once she finally settles back in Austin.

I'm trying to get enough energy to get some additional Polaroids done this weekend. I've got some film that's going bad and, this week anyway, I'd like to have the printouts ready before I actually get to the weekend and get them out on the porch to expose the Polaroids.

Brian's been in a bad mood the past couple of days. We're collectively trying to cheer him up but, lately anyway, he seems like a hopeless case. Only good thing to come of this is that, anybody who's feeling any kind of down at all can just go talk to him and feel suddenly better. He seems to feel that he's that bad off.

Ken has IMed me wanting to know about Ted's telephone call and blog entry. I'm so glad Ted is blogging now, as it promises to be absolutely hysterical. I can only imagine exactly what people say in their breakrooms-where they think that they have privacy and the "vending dude" won't tell.

Of all the things I've learned in my life, never tell Ted anything that's in the realm of "don't tell" for it's sure to get around the grapevine, what with Ted behind the wheel and all. Plus he'll just put his own little "spin" on it, to make it that much funnier.

And Ken will faithfully call me the next day wanting to know how it spread so quickly.

(It's getting so crowded in here, I almost feel like I need another "who's who" in the 'Little World.)

Until next time...

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Jelly Fish No 6

JellyFishNo6, originally uploaded by carolWorldLeader.

Welcome to my underworld "little world." This is an abstract shot of some jellyfish. They look really cool but, boy, can they be difficult to catch. I felt a little like I was hunting snipe or chasing the elusive white horse (unicorn) through King Arthur's Court.

Kathy was smart and recommended that we go to the aquarium early in the morning. That was good idea number 492 for you. There weren't *quite* as many screaming kiddies as we lugged our tripods and camera gear past the ticket booth, hoping like Hell the nice lady wouldn't say, "um, no photography allowed" after we'd already paid for our tickets. We slipped by, handed in our ticket stubs to the big, burly security guard, and managed to get into the swing of things before the masses of screaming tykes and hair pulling rug rats arrived. Lucky us.

And, speaking of luck, skill, voodoo, and the like, I got a call from Ted yesterday. Yes, that Ted. As you may recall, he's now supporting himself by means of owning vending machine routes (where was he yesterday, when I was in that break room setting off diet Dr. Pepper with my shirt sleeve? huh?)

Well, anyway, here's a link to his blog, Nickels and Dimes, for you. I hope that you enjoy it. It's definately off to an exceptional start and promises to be funnier than Hell if he keeps up with it. (Do *you* know exactly what they say in *your* break room at work? Heh. I didn't think so. You might just want to follow that link and find out.)

Remember, Ted, I want part of the movie rights or, at least, first dibs on directing the resulting flick, Ok? I'll be nice and let you keep the book deal.

Yeah, sure, it could happen. Just like aliens could land on my front lawn to join me in a rousing game of cannasta or how jelly fish could suddenly lighten up and sit still. (Well, it *could* happen, couldn't it?)

Don't hold your breath and start saving those nickels and dimes for something important, ok?

Until next time...

Monday, July 18, 2005

Girl Sees Fish

GirlSeesFish, originally uploaded by carolWorldLeader.

Every day, pretty much at some point in the morning, I go into the break room to get coffee. Not much eventful there, other than maybe the fact that we have way cool coffee machines, as you probably already know (if you read this thing semi-regularly anyway, as I've yapped about them before. "We're like Starbucks with executable code..." yada yada.)

So, today, I go into the break room, and there's like 2 or 3 people hanging out in there. I stopped to chat a bit, being the, ahem, "social butterfly" that I kid myself into thinking that I am, and, as I turn to leave, my shirt sleeve apparently hit a vending machine button and drops a soda.

I don't even really know if my shirt sleeve hit the button. I barely felt anything. It was almost like I dropped a soda just by *walking past* the machine. Wow? What can I say? I must just have a magnetic personality (well, maybe if you are a coke can anyway.) Usually, if I try to pick out a soda and drop one deliberately, it expolodes from the resulting shake and shimmy down the machine and into my hands, and I end up spraying half the break room with fuzzy water. Now, I guess, my t-shirt is getting some of that action.

So, the folks in the break room were all asking, "what'd you drop? What'd you drop?" For some reason, we were all curious as to what my shirt wanted to drink. Go figure.

This shot was taken at the aquarium and shows a little tyke learning about "her little world." Lots of fishies and "wonderment" on the other side of the glass, isn't there?

(By the way, my shirt sleeve appears to like Diet Dr. Pepper.)

Until next time...

Thursday, July 14, 2005

Austin No 4

AustinNo4, originally uploaded by carolWorldLeader.

It's demon doggie! I like this one because he looks like the little devil that he is.

I ate two breakfast tacos today. Man, I'm full. I couldn't even have lunch.

Just remember that today is Steve's birthday. Happy Birthday, Steve! Another year older, another year as a homeowner, and another year shoveling dirt. But, just think about the backyard and rose bushes that you have. And now you're old enough to stay at home and enjoy them.

So, I'm incredibly thirsty today and we are out of cranberry juice on my floor. Normally, I might not even notice but, lately anyway, I've wanted cranberry and there's none there to be found.

It started on Friday when I was really drunk, our barkeep left early, and I set out to make my own Cranberry and Vodka because, well, when I'm drunk I can only mix 2 things together (even this, sometimes proves too great a challenge.) It didn't work. I drunkerd-ly stumbled over to the 'fridge only to find no cranberry juice. Lots of root beer but, as far as I know, this doesn't mix well, unless you have ice cream. So, in my drunken stupor, I decided to get some Hi-C type of crap, since it kind of looked the same color as cranberry juice on the outside. (Lucky for me, it didn't taste too bad when mixed with large quantities of vodka. Then again, what really does taste bad when mixed with large enough quantities of vodka, right?)

More recently, I came to find out that our vending machine stocking fellow has deliberately left cranberry off my floor. (Now I really, really want cranberry juice. I'm craving it like mad.)

Now, that's really demonic, don't you think?

Until next time...

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

Mask With Blue

MaskWithBlue, originally uploaded by carolWorldLeader.

Today's been a busy day and I'm kind of scatter brained. Don't mind me if I post an image that I've already posted-it wasn't my intention. In case you haven't seen this one already, it's a mask from the French Market in New Orleans. Gosh, I loved their masks and such, and it really was a great place to photograph.

Speaking of things photography (don't I always?) I ordered and received a really cool book yesterday. It's called Maggie Taylor's Landscape of Dreams and it features, on the cover, an image of a bird riding a bicycle. The bird has moth wings, which are a very pretty shade of blue (in case you were wondering.)

Wow. What can I say? This is a really cool book in part because the images are cool and in part because there's a lot of insight into her creative process. They actually take an image from inception (single image) through compositing, collage, and into the finished product.

It's very cool, in a bird riding a bicycle sort of way.

Until next time...

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Headless With Face

HeadlessWithFace, originally uploaded by carolWorldLeader.

She has a face, but no head. I kind of like that.

Been listening to the podling a lot lately, despite the fact that my ears hurt from the little bud type headphones the good folks at Apple supply along with your shiny new silver poddy. I got some new headhpones but the cord wasn't long enough. I really want some of these: Sennheiser
but I'll probably not spring the big bucks for them. Besides, they'd be more than double the size of the poor little podling and like, I'd hate to try to out-class that gadget. (Size does matter, for those who track this sort of thing. At least it does when it comes to headphones, podlings, and the like.)

Speaking of things wanting and needing and all, I found a site devoted to tracking all your pannings and musings on the web-wishbox

Yes, it's true, you and all your little friends can keep track of all the little mp3's (or whatever else) that you really really think you want this millisecond. It might work long enough to fend your cravings off until Ricky Martin wiggles his hips yet again, invokes conniptions, and creates a great tidal wave that sends all the little girls to the stores screaming, in desparate need of those jeans, the headphones from the video, or whatever else they happen to fixate upon at the given moment all Hell broke loose.

You do remember Ricky, don't you? Rumor has it he has a new album and video in the works, but he could just as easily be replaced by the next big scream-inducing hunk-a-zoid that happens along. But then, I guess, that's the instant life of a pop tart. Take ten parts marketing, add some BS, do up the hair, wiggle the hips, and stir.

*Poof.* You just might make your very own rock star.

Isn't it great to be needy and yet, somehow, crafted and oh so well organized all at the same time? (Kind of like the podling itself, only in a bad way.)

Until next time...

Monday, July 11, 2005

White Dress

WhiteDress, originally uploaded by carolWorldLeader.

Here's another pretty hanging dress for you.

In this shot, the purse drives me crazy. I mean, it's not a bad purse, it's just that it's dark and in the wrong place. Thanks to photoshop, I can make it blue. When in doubt, make something blue-it blends in better with the sky. (Now, there's some good advice waiting for a listening ear to happen along if I've ever shoveled any.)

Speaking of all things "pretty," this weekend I cleaned my shower. I have one of those stand up showers-you know the type-it sits next to the tub and basically looks like a "glass cage." Well, it had gotten very dirty over time and it was on my todo list before my trip to New Orleans. Since I've been back, what, like months or more, you can imagine how dirty it was when I finally got around to cleaning it this weekend. Phew. We're talking I moved some serious grim here.

It got so bad I was afraid to get into the shower and I kind of felt dirtier getting out then I did (usually) going in. Now, it's all nice and white, it looks almost shiny and new.

Kind of like the dress, only much wider in the middle and sans the clashing purse (although, come to think of it, the tub could use a good cleaning as well.)

Until next time...

Friday, July 08, 2005

Soft Pink Dress

SoftPinkDress, originally uploaded by carolWorldLeader.

Every little girl dreams of having a pink dress. There's something magical about a pink dress that, when we collectively turn the age of about six, we decide that we really want one. I don't know why, but it's true.

I don't think that boys dream about blue, but I do suspect that there's something special about say a Tonka truck, which makes them feel masculine.

I suppose we should learn to enjoy this phase of our lives. I mean, it's only a few years later, certainly by the time we turn 15 or so, that we start off with the, "...but pink doesn't look good on me," or the old standby, "...but all my friends are wearing black." There's something magical about a six year old dreaming of that pink dress, showing complete disregard for any other color from the spectrum. It's like our little brains are programmed to think, "screw green! I want pink" at a certain point in our childhood development and who are we, really, to try to fend that off.

I've finished all my compact flash from New Orleans. It's all loaded and ready to go onto the next big trip (or series of smaller ones.) I believe I've accounted for all the compact flash that I shot while I was there, I made contact sheets, burnt gold (archival) CD's and the like. It kind of feels good to be finished yet, somehow, I wish I had more work to view.

Since I get HBO now, and I have more of a selection, last night I decided that I would watch a movie. It wasn't the greatest of movies, but it wasn't too bad. It happened to be set in New Orleans. I recognized quite a few places and even shot at a lot of them myself.

It struck me as really odd that, despite having spent a grand total of about 5 days there, the place feels like mine now. I feel like I've captured a certain special something, bottled it up, and took it back with me.

The same could be said, I suppose, for the pink dress.

But that would not have fit in my suitcase.

Until next time...

Thursday, July 07, 2005

London Roof Top With Flowers

LondonRoofTopWithFlowers, originally uploaded by carolWorldLeader.

Now, I know I may be repeating myself today, it terms of showing an image I've already displayed, but today is special.

My thoughts and prayers are with all those currently trapped in the dark smokey London Underground tunnels, all those innocent people killed or hurt during their morning rush hour commute, and all those panicing in the streets wondering what is happening to sleepy old London town.

Please know that this New York born weblog author did not forget the events of September 11th. I remember Madrid. I've visited London. I've seen your brightly color subway (no "tube") carriages. I've "minded the gap" along with some of those "strap-hanging" commuters involved in today's attack. I've been along the Picadelly line, and experienced the "clankty clank" of the underground carriages taking me around the city. I've enjoyed the view from atop a double decker bus.

There is a light at the end of those dark, smokey tunnels. The pope has sent a message of hope and prayer to you. The leaders of the great world nations have come together in your backyard in an attempt at conquering poverty and aids at the G8 summit. The people of the world have united in prayer and support for you today. Know that, if, somehow, right as this very moment, we could share this with you, there would be enough light to brighten those smokey tunnels and bring your hurt and wounded home.

Today is a special day. We are all Londoners. We all gasp in horror at these senseless acts of terror and we all stand behind you, firm in the believe that your city will overcome this, and once again serve as a beacon of sanity and hope-a pillar of civilization that lights the free world and a wonderful sleepy little pretty city that we know and love.

Know too that today we are all Londoners and that a strike against the civilized world, be it from an al Queda splinter cell, an Iraqi insurgient, or Osama Bin Laden himself, will be met with a swift and unified response.

This New Yorker, who frequents London, and today has emerged a "true" Londoner, wouldn't have it any other way.

Until next time...

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

Austin No 1

AustinNo1, originally uploaded by carolWorldLeader.

Fresh from the "like we really needed one of those" department comes this little factoid: They now make underarm deodorant for women which features "silver glitter on a peach background color." Yes, it's true. Next time you get all sweaty and decide to raise your arm, you too can now safely enjoy the look of freshly applied glitter. Gosh, I just don't know how I raised a sweaty armpit last week, without this wonderous creation.

Oh wait, it's still a balmy 102 degrees in the shade. I know, I stayed in air conditioning the entire week (yeah, that's it.)

This is an almost normal looking photograph of Austin, although a bit blasted out from the high and mighty mid-day sun. No glitter on his fur, as far as I can tell although, strangely enough, he appears to like to sit outside under this merciless easy bake oven we've come to call "Texas." Go figure (or, "go glitter" if you're so inclined.)

Had lunch today with a friend from Cali. When asked the usual, "did you buy beachfront property in Arizona before you moved all the way west?" he responded, "yes. And what were your plans when Austin spontaneously combusts from all this heat?"

Current thoughts are Missoula, Montana but the juries still out on that one. So long as it's a balmy (and high of) 72 in the noontime sun, I can't be too particular.

Until next shake and bake...

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

Austin No 3

AustinNo3, originally uploaded by carolWorldLeader.

It's Austin! Roll over and play in the grass, little friend.

Isn't he a cutie? I still can't believe that we (finally!) got him and that he's such a little lovie. He loves to roll in the grass and sit outside in the sun. I guess that he grew used to sunning himself by the pool in Lakeway. Now he's slumming it in Cedar Park.

This weekend, I finished putting together my art bins. Now I have a big desk in my photography room, not to mention storage for a lot of my framed worked.

I also did some Polaroids. I'm not too happy with the way they came out, but I'm happy because I sort of worked out a system to generate them, which is actually harder then doing them itself.

I also fell in love with the HP Soft Gloss paper. Man, that stuff is cool. I used to think I was happy because my "cheap little" printer could print glossy. Now, I'm happy with that paper. It looks really good. It sort of reminds me of the old Ilford Perl paper, only it works for color too.

I got some sleep, although not much. Still it felt good to have a day off although, I still need to clean my house.

Happy Fourth of July! Welcome Austin!

Until next time...

Friday, July 01, 2005

Store No 1

StoreNo1, originally uploaded by carolWorldLeader.

Today's been a busy day. In between meetings, I've been kind of fending off trouble and holding down the fort. A lot of folks are starting to take off already for the long weekend and, those of us left, are starting to wish we had as well.

I'm down to 4 compact flash items. I was talking with somebody about this today and he said, "in the beginning, when I first started with digital, I used to think that burning CDs was fun. Now I think that it's a chore." I'm the same way. Gosh, I wish I had an assistant to do this type of work for me. Maybe someday, when I'm famous and I can just farm it out to some wannabe. Until then, I burn it myself and post the count up here for you to see.

Four! It's kind of like playing golf, only even more boring.

Until next time...