Friday, September 26, 2008


In the ladies bathroom at Midland Motor Inn.

It is often incorrectly quoted that the toilet was invented by a Mr Thomas Crapper in the 18th century. Actually, simple toilets have been used since Babylonian times. In 1596, John Harrington invented an indoor water closet for Queen Elizabeth I. But Harrington then published a book with tasteless puns about his own invention. The toilet then dropped into obscurity for nearly 200 years. In 1775, London watchmaker Alexander Cummings patented the forerunner of today's toilet.

There was a Mr Crapper around at the time - he happened to be a successful plumber, appropriately.

The British word for toilet, "loo", derives from the French "garde a l'eau!" In medieval Europe people had little conception of hygene and threw the contents of their chamber pots out the window into the street below. In France the practice was preceded by "garde a l'eau!" ("watch out for the water!"). In England, this phrase was Anglicised, first to "gardy-loo!", then just "loo", and eventually came to mean the toilet/lavatory itself. The American word for toilet, "john", is called after the John Harington mentioned above.

In 1913, the Russian airline became the first to feature a toilet on board. The movie Psycho is said to be the first film to show a toilet being flushed. Toilet paper is thought to have been introduced in China at around 850, long before the advent of the toilet as we know it.

Cool Kids

Rock the Vote was at Midland Motor Inn today. All the kids 'round here have style.

Thursday, September 25, 2008


Dasia Vu

Dasia is a 10 year-old girl who just recently found out that she relapsed in leukemia. The family is searching for a bone marrow donor match.

Pickleball was named after a cocker spaniel.


Amberlyn wore the same wedding dress her great-grandmother wore 62 years ago.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Whose Line is it Anyway?

This week is my project week (pictures soon to come) so I am not really supposed to be doing assignments, but I couldn't let this one go. Whose Line is one of my favorite shows. I remember when I was sick with Mono and kidnapped one of my friends from high school and made him watch it with me for hours!
The show was great. Greg Proops even called "Security" on me... jokingly, of course! This is one of the pics I liked of him. It isn't the best, but I like the red.


Bored, waiting for the show to start.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Let Us Prey

Hands down, I am a sucker for irony. It is probably one of my favorite means of humor.
One of my friends from high school used to always make me laugh with his praying mantis impression... which was almost identical to his velociraptor impression, but no one ever pointed that out.
I talked to him for a while yesterday, and then when I got home, there, sitting on the stair to my front porch was a praying mantis. I ran in the house, came out and she was gone. I decided to go ahead and grab my CF card out of the cup holder in my car just in case I found her. And there on the window of my car, she was waiting for me.

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Campfire Stories

The future of Midland. The future of Concord. Men in the kitchen. Campfire light. Good Friends and a Farewell.


These young ladies were getting ready for a fashion show. The only light they had was a cracked open door backstage.



I find that we are extraordinarily lucky. Our career is our hobby. Other professions, they work their nine to five and on the weekends, and only if there is time, they get to escape to their hobby.
Us, we are the fortunate ones. Everyday we go to work, excited, ready to meet new folks, hear good stories, tell good stories, do what we love to do. See. We have this black clicking contraptions that is our key to, not only our lives, but the exciting and different lives of other people. We get the privilege to be curious and to explore that curiosity.
Sometimes as my hobby, I use photography and other peoples' lives to escape. To escape my own life.
This particular day, I could not escape. The faster I drove, the faster my life kept up the pace. The further I drove, the further I drug my thoughts with me. I enter a town where there is little to remind me of the real world. My thoughts followed me into this new world. This place of kings, knights, dancers, fairy's, and maidens, my thoughts followed me everywhere. There was no escape. My pictures showed that fact. I left my poor attempt of a hide-a-way, and shot this picture on the way out.

Friday Night Lights