Hey Gang;
Thursday and Friday saw me in at the photo desk of the Fin Review experiencing newspaper photography first hand. One of the younger "maverick" shooters took me under his wing and showed me the ropes. I showed him some of my portfolio which i guess filled him with enough confidence to let me "take the shot" during Friday's profile shoot of some company's Chief Financial Officer. To say i was grinning would be an understatement. To my jaw dropping OMFG jubilation, the September issue of the CFO magazine will be running my shot full page to an accompanying article. Not bad for a work experience boy eh?
The excitement was just too much and I was once again asleep on the couch before the half time break in the Friday night footy.
Saturday started with absolutely nothing on the horizon but a phone call from friends changed all that. By early afternoon i was freezing my little man boobs scuba diving off Manly while the Mums and bubs enjoyed the warm winter weather from the beach.
Sunday was the second class of my photojournalism course. Our major assignment is to produce a photo essay (A story told in pictures). Mine is based on a local character who definitely doesn't conform to the "meat 'n two veg" brand of society. It is so far out of my comfort zone it ain't funny. Wish me luck. I'll show you all when it's done.
see ya,
Minas.
Monday, 27 July 2009
Monday, 20 July 2009
For The Kids
Hey Gang;
Back to the usual Friday night footy antics this weekend, although I barely made it through the first half before doing the old jelly-neck-head-nod routine.
For the last few months we've been organising Bodhi's child care fundraising night. As a strong Chairman should, I've guided the efforts of the worker ants (The Lovely Samantha & co) for the good of the project. Saturday night was go-live. Good Trivia, crap food, great prizes and thankfully cash everywhere. Not as much raised as last year's committee, but then again they didn't have to go toe to toe with the worst financial crisis in modern times. Up till the wee hours tallying totals and cleaning debris.
Sunday i was absolutely shattered. Woke up early for my first photojournalism course lecture then headed home for some much needed R&R.
see ya,
Minas.
Back to the usual Friday night footy antics this weekend, although I barely made it through the first half before doing the old jelly-neck-head-nod routine.
For the last few months we've been organising Bodhi's child care fundraising night. As a strong Chairman should, I've guided the efforts of the worker ants (The Lovely Samantha & co) for the good of the project. Saturday night was go-live. Good Trivia, crap food, great prizes and thankfully cash everywhere. Not as much raised as last year's committee, but then again they didn't have to go toe to toe with the worst financial crisis in modern times. Up till the wee hours tallying totals and cleaning debris.
Sunday i was absolutely shattered. Woke up early for my first photojournalism course lecture then headed home for some much needed R&R.
see ya,
Minas.
Monday, 13 July 2009
The Artists Sanctuary
Rather than start off with the belated results from the Friday fixtures I'm pleased to report that this Friday night saw no footy whatsoever. Instead The Lovely Samantha and I went out for a slap up meal and a bottle of plonk followed by coffee & cake before bathing in the light of the silver screen. Not your average Friday night eh? Sorry, not OUR average Friday night.
Early Saturday morning I dusted off the DIY uniform to answer my uncle's mayday call. Thinking i was just going to lend a hand to help fasten a tarp over a leaking wall, I proceeded to spend the next few hours up a ladder doing all the work. To my uncle's credit, he did hold the ladder very still.
A neighbourly dinner invite provided a perfect opportunity to showcase my new found talent for baking. Unfortunately I learnt the hard way that no two ovens are the same. My poor little apple & rhubarb crumble was sodomised by their naughty cooker.
Sunday
morning saw Sam at the gym working off the aforementioned sodomy. I spent a bit of time trespassing at the Dawn Fraser Baths (closed for winter) for my daily water shot. Upon returning Bodhi was mischievously quiet so i went for a look see. Turns out he's been harbouring a prolific artistic talent and used the blank canvases of our corridor walls to have his first solo exhibition. Crayon...everywhere. That was the queue for Sam to deliver the most sternly worded, artistically nurturing warning I've ever heard.
see ya,
Minas.
Early Saturday morning I dusted off the DIY uniform to answer my uncle's mayday call. Thinking i was just going to lend a hand to help fasten a tarp over a leaking wall, I proceeded to spend the next few hours up a ladder doing all the work. To my uncle's credit, he did hold the ladder very still.
A neighbourly dinner invite provided a perfect opportunity to showcase my new found talent for baking. Unfortunately I learnt the hard way that no two ovens are the same. My poor little apple & rhubarb crumble was sodomised by their naughty cooker.
Sunday
morning saw Sam at the gym working off the aforementioned sodomy. I spent a bit of time trespassing at the Dawn Fraser Baths (closed for winter) for my daily water shot. Upon returning Bodhi was mischievously quiet so i went for a look see. Turns out he's been harbouring a prolific artistic talent and used the blank canvases of our corridor walls to have his first solo exhibition. Crayon...everywhere. That was the queue for Sam to deliver the most sternly worded, artistically nurturing warning I've ever heard. see ya,
Minas.
Monday, 6 July 2009
Hey Diddle Diddle
Hey Gang;
Another Friday night saw another feast of footy and nowt else
Saturday saw me take on the highly unenviable task of cleaning the bathroom and i must say that the walls have never looked so bright after my combination of Selley's Mould remover and sugar soap - lethal. I also mopped the floors which brought about a "difference of opinion" between The Lovely Samantha and I. She insisted on the need to sweep/vacuum the floors before mopping. Call me stupid, but what's the point of doing that? Who'd want to do things twice? Then again, whoever decided to twice cook a pork belly should be given a medal.
That night we drove a fair way out of town to a favourite Lebanese restaurant only to find out they were fully booked. Back home with a hungry (and tired) baby for some takeaway.
Sunday was my Nonno's 93rd birthday. We lunched at a seafood buffet in town. Now i don't know if anyone has ever fully studied the restorative qualities of a buffet, but the way pensioners get a new lease on life when they see one is definitely something to behold.
The evening was spent bumming around the house making videos. Apologies for the poor quality audio, the backing vocals are quite angelic in person.
see ya,
Minas.
Another Friday night saw another feast of footy and nowt else
Saturday saw me take on the highly unenviable task of cleaning the bathroom and i must say that the walls have never looked so bright after my combination of Selley's Mould remover and sugar soap - lethal. I also mopped the floors which brought about a "difference of opinion" between The Lovely Samantha and I. She insisted on the need to sweep/vacuum the floors before mopping. Call me stupid, but what's the point of doing that? Who'd want to do things twice? Then again, whoever decided to twice cook a pork belly should be given a medal.
That night we drove a fair way out of town to a favourite Lebanese restaurant only to find out they were fully booked. Back home with a hungry (and tired) baby for some takeaway.
Sunday was my Nonno's 93rd birthday. We lunched at a seafood buffet in town. Now i don't know if anyone has ever fully studied the restorative qualities of a buffet, but the way pensioners get a new lease on life when they see one is definitely something to behold.
The evening was spent bumming around the house making videos. Apologies for the poor quality audio, the backing vocals are quite angelic in person.
see ya,
Minas.
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