Remembering Warmer Days
It's February in Minnesota - CLASSIC cabin fever month, and boy, it's hitting me hard. I'm trying to stay ahead of the curve while I'm job searching, but some days are just tough. There are only so many batches of cookies you can bake, corners of dust bunnies you can vacuum, and to-do lists you can make before something really has to happen.
Fortunately, things feel like they're happening! It's almost March, which is a hopeful month. The promise of warmer weather approaches, as the sun tilts its axis and it's no longer dark at 4:30 in the afternoon. Sunshine!
This last week some friends humored me and joined me in going to the Amsterdam Bar in St. Paul to see/listen to an event put on by The Moth, StorySLAM. If you're not familiar with The Moth, you should check it out! The theme of the show in St. Paul this week was "Love Hurts". Audience members could enter their name to be chosen at random to get up on stage and tell a "Love Hurts" story all their own, given that 1. it's true, 2. that it happened to them, and 3. the story had to have a beginning, middle, and end. No ramblers allowed.
After we ordered drinks at the bar and were waiting for the show to start, my friend Monica (her real name isn't Monica, but in case she doesn't want this publicly known, her name is Monica) said, "Oh no, I think I have a story," and looked at us for approval. Of COURSE we pushed her up to the stage to submit her name. Ten individuals are selected during the night to tell their story, and guess what? Monica was number nine. For not knowing The Moth, and then participating in the show, she was brilliant! She told a story about (I hope I don't embarrass her, but she did tell a room full of about 300 people, and she's not even really Monica) her first kiss when she was a teenager - she burped in the guy's mouth, and the guy said he didn't mind. !!!!!! It was over for Mon, right then and there. The story of the night that won the judges' favor was about a woman who had a love affair with Spot Shot, using it all over the carpet in her apartment after discovering it's amazing ability to get rid of stains, then decided to use it on her underwear, which then turned on her and burned her lady parts real bad. In that woman's case, love literally hurt.
Listen to The Moth!!! They have a podcast! You'll love it!
This week I decided it was time to take out a film camera given to me by my father-in-law and learn how to use it. It's a Nikon N8008 that takes 35mm film, and it's HEAVY. I mean, this thing probably weighs close to ten pounds. It was Mike's dad's for years, and when I fired the thing up Mike said the sound of the lens focusing was so familiar to him from his childhood. Weird, right? So I spent all day yesterday cleaning the camera up, wiping out the Florida dirt and sand lodged into the crevices of the camera from some 20 odd years of use, and found a manual online to figure out how to use the thing. So far I think I've only run into one hiccup with the camera, something with the computer in the camera not recognizing when I change the aperture in manual setting, but it works just fine in auto mode. I put a roll of film in it and it's good to go now that it's all shiny and new again! I have a 28-85mm lens on it.
My sister and I are also considering getting the equipment and chemicals so that we can develop film at home. There's a nifty set of gear you can get so that you can develop film without a darkroom, and we might give that a try.
In book news, I picked up a copy of one of my past professors recently published memoir called Accidental Brownie. Depending on the response the book illicites from me, I'm considering writing up a review, possibly to submit to Rain Taxi! That would be a cool project while I have the time.
And now, TBT (even though it's Friday) to that trip we took in April 2014 to Tucson, Arizona. That beautiful, arid, pink city.