January 3, 2013 § Leave a comment
After talking about my zipline experience and my plans to go skydiving, a host at work offered to lend me his GoPro to document some of these exciting adventures through video. On Day Three Hundred Fifty-Three he brought it in and I spent some time with the small video camera.
I didn’t have any adventures planned for that afternoon, so my experiments included spinning around in a circle with the camera outstretched in my hands (think self-portrait style). I would have rolled around in a big-ass tire like in The Smashing Pumpkin’s video for “1979,” but I didn’t have a big-ass tire.
Later I attached the camera strap to my dog’s collar to see if I could get a “Murphy-eye view.” That didn’t turn out so well. It was too dark in the house, and the only image recorded was his two skinny white front legs trotting about. So actually, it was sort of cool for like half a second until he wanted the camera collar off.
Truth be told, I never fully took advantage of the camera. When I went skydiving later the instructor had a GoPro, but other than that all I did with the thing is somehow lose it on its way back to the owner and had to buy a replacement. After watching these videos, though, I would consider getting the portable waterproof camera…but only with a head attachment. The wrist one was too weird.
April 8, 2012 § Leave a comment
On Day Three Hundred Six Patrick, Murphy, and I woke up at a decent hour and headed to the Chattahoochee Nature Preserve at Cochran Shoals to explore a new state park. Although it was a Sunday morning, we were surprised by the number of people, namely runners, in the parking area. The temperature was incredibly mild, but the threat of rain hung overhead in the dark clouds swollen with humidity.
Patrick headed off in a trot to run the course while Murphy and I marched along the gravel path. I wore the backpack loaded with our hoodies and waters, and felt like an adult Dora the Explorer with her pal Boots the monkey (I had to look that up).
After awhile, I veered off onto a pretty path littered with fallen orange and red leaves. The solitude and quiet sound of the Chattahoochee rushing a few yards away was peaceful.
At the end I called Patrick, who had completed his three mile jog and was on his way back. We met him halfway to the car and continued along, remarking on the types of joggers who crossed our path. Some people certainly have a funny gait. I likened each to an animal for our amusement. We saw a man who ran at a terribly slow pace who reminded me of a tortoise, and another who lumbered along, leaning forward resembling a lion.
We arrived back just in time. A few raindrops fell towards us, but we made it to the car avoiding any real trouble. On the way home we mused how nice it would be to have something similar near our house (like a done-up Atlanta Prison Farm). I could definitely see how enjoyable it would be to walk or jog along the paths every weekend. No wonder it was so busy, even on an overcast morning.
February 11, 2012 § Leave a comment
Every holiday season, my mom and her best friend, Cindy, alternate who hosts the pre-Christmas get together. Aunt Cin lives in North Georgia, and my parents in North Carolina, so it’s always a bit of trek for someone, especially since Nicole and Ryan live in Alabama and I live in Atlanta. The ladies also like to theme each gathering with an international flair. Last year was Buon Natale where we drank a lot of Italian Chianti and ate lasagna. The previous holiday was Feliz Navidad where copious amounts of margaritas were consumed along with some enchiladas. This year, we stuck stateside and had a Mardi Gras Christmas, my first, on Day Two Hundred Eighty-Four.
My cousin Claire is quite the ham. One of the most memorable parts of Mardi Gras Christmas was her version of classic Beatles’ songs and a few modern tunes. There was a mirror behind me (and my camera), and like I did in my youth, she sang passionately to her reflection. Here’s some blackmail material for her teenage years.
January 28, 2012 § Leave a comment
Henry from Chunklet and Armando from The Drunken Unicorn set up in a local business every holiday season for a classic photo op: A-Hole Santa. You can bring friends, children, pets, and even your favorite stuffed animal and be photographed with the drunken Santa and his sidekick Jesus (pronounced “Hay-Zeus”). On Day Two Hundred Seventy-Two Murphy and I met Kristin and Johnny for our own chance at making some holiday memories.
January 19, 2012 § 2 Comments
There’s this area of land not too far from my house which is owned by the City of Atlanta, but is in essence a wilderness. Like FOUR HUNDRED acres of uncultivated fields and woods and ponds interspersed with winding paths and trodden trails. This area was formerly the home of a prison, abandoned now and covered with the signs of time passing (mostly kudzu). While some urban adventurers wander alone onto the grounds, we joined a tour led by Scott Petersen who is trying to raise awareness about the area and who hopes the green space can be turned into something worthwhile. Patrick and I met a small group on a Sunday morning tour of the area on Day Two Hundred Fifty. Please follow the group and find out more about the Atlanta Prison Farm through their Twitter and Facebook pages.
January 13, 2012 § 1 Comment
Day Two Hundred Forty-Two found me with my family in Folly Beach, SC. Before Patrick and I have always visited the seaside location during peak tourist season, meaning Murphy (and all dogs) were only allowed on the beach before 10AM or after 6PM. November beach trips are different, and there are no restrictions as to when pups are allowed to be walked along the water. It was a blustery day, but I still headed out with my parents, Murphy, and their dogs for a chilly November jaunt. And because the beach was quite expansive and empty of fellow walkers, I decided to let Murphy off-leash on the beach, for the first time. I think he enjoyed himself, and apart from a brief diversion into the dunes, he was exceptionally well-behaved.
And finally…video proof of the fun we had.