Back in high school, I had Honors and AP English with Mrs. Whittington. I enjoyed English … probably because it’s one of the languages I speak … but also because Melissa Holmberg sat behind me in second period. Foxy. Anyway, a lot of people didn’t really care for the Whit … but I sure loved [...]
Back in high school, I had Honors and AP English with Mrs. Whittington. I enjoyed English … probably because it’s one of the languages I speak … but also because Melissa Holmberg sat behind me in second period. Foxy.
Anyway, a lot of people didn’t really care for the Whit … but I sure loved that old gal. She challenged us to write like creative thinkers; always evolving, growing, and learning. She was one tough broad. One of the things that she taught us happens to be one of my pitfalls: she taught us that there was no such thing as an “final draft.” I’m sure you remember high school … a lot of teachers would have you write a “rough draft,” to make sure that your thought process was on the right track. Then, when they saw that all of your ideas were in order, they would have you write a “final draft” to turn in. Whittington always told us that there was no such thing as a final draft because papers could always be rewritten. I guess it’s like that in life … things can always go in different directions and just when you think you’re done, you realize you can start from the beginning and do things a little bit differently … and in the process, making it a little bit better than the first time.
I was sitting last night editing some photographs from a past photo shoot when I realized the Whittington curse. The girl in the picture I was editing was so beautiful … and my editing wasn’t bad by any means. But I just wasn’t happy with how I had approached the edit. I’m sort of middle ground when it comes to photo editing. I’m of the opinion that “less is more,” but I also realize the necessity for little bit of Photoshop. But for some reason whenever I leave an edit, I’m always wanting to start over and do it a different way. Realistically, there’s just no time for that … and in the end, I am never happy with stuff that I do. I am my biggest critic, after all. Is that a good thing or bad thing?
So I started reading Max Lucado’s Grace For The Moment again. I always start off the year really well, devoted to reading a page everyday … but then I just stop for some reason; usually it’s because of time. I’m going to make a better effort to actually do it. It’s a good way to start the day.
Speaking of days, I’ve been 28 for the last 25 hours and 15 minutes … technically speaking, of course. Getting older isn’t the joy that it once was … but birthdays do make me realize how many amazing friends I have. Thank you, everyone, for the birthday greetings, wishes, myspace comments and text messages. I love you all. And hey, I may not be getting younger … but I am getting better looking. Ridiculously good-looking.
And on that note, I have some work I gotta get done. More later …
Happy birthday!
(big unspoken “OLD MAN!”, nyaaa, neener neener!)
Yeah, so photoshop away, but just don’t do what they did to Kiera Knightley for Pirates of the Caribbean and King Arthur, the whole “Make My Boobies One More Size” (to the tune of “Hit me baby one more time”) — they gave her a cup or two more to fill out, and then shrank her tummy, and made her more bronzed all over. I remember reading about that in the news, and her comments on it too. Photoshopping like that is a bit of an insult to the girl, at that point!