MostlyLisa, one of the blogs I read on a semi-regular basis, posed the following question: “How did you get into photography? What or who was your muse?”

Well clearly this was a no-brainer for me. My kids! Well, my kids and my dog. We bought our first digital camera about a year before Simon was born, and used it like anybody uses a point-and-shoot. When Ellen accidentally dropped that camera (which I consider a huge blessing in disguise) it set off a chain-reaction of upgrades (okay, two) that culminated this June with the purchase of my first DSLR. By the way, Ellen, anytime you want to come over and “accidentally” drop my television, computer, and iPod, feel free.

The vast majority of my photography is my family and my dog. Part of this is because it is all I have time for. Between work, other commitments, and other interests/hobbies I find it difficult to find time to take and process pictures of them, much less anything else. But the pictures I do take, I want to share. I want to become more involved in the large and active online photographic community.

But then I think about all the weirdos on the Internet. They’re out there and they’ve already impacted how I write on this blog. I decided to stop talking about politics after a conveniently anonymous stranger commented that I was “brainwashing children”. Was it a totally ignorant and ridiculously outrageous comment? Absolutely. Was it also enough to make me not want to deal with it? Definitely. But it begs the question: what other kind of undesirables are out there, reading my content?

The amount of information we publish in this medium can impact our lives in a number of ways. How much we provide is a decision we all have to make for ourselves. Unless you’re a 3 year old who relies on his parents to make that decision for you. Oops. The rule we established with Simon is that we’d post pictures on Flickr that were “public” up until the time he turned one, at which time they all became available only to those we’d marked as “friends” or “family.”

I relaxed that rule a bit when I got the new camera, because one of my main subjects is Simon, and I want to share my. . .um. . . art. As of today, my paranoia has gotten the better of me (again), and I’ve changed most of the Simon pictures back to their restricted status.

I’m clearly somewhat conflicted on the issue, so I throw it out to my readers: What lines do you draw with regards to pictures of you, your family, and your kids on the web?

Looking Pretty

The post title is the subject of an email I just recieved from my brother. It will someday be the title of my memoirs. The rest of his email deserves to be posted here as well. He is way funny and should have his own blog. Mostly so he can retaliate to posts like this one. Here’s his email:

Yo BRO,

I just wanted to ask you what I should wear to the Baptism so I will know what I should bring home with me. I planned on bringing nice slacks, a shirt and tie, should I also bring a jacket?

-Murray

P.S. Maybe it would be cool for me to break out my old baptismal bib, bring a little retro bib-ness back to the 21st century

This should serve as notice to my family that anything is fair game for the blog. Beware my wrath!

Also, WTF are jorts?!

Update: Murray informed me that “jorts” is hip college-kid speak for “jean shorts”. Don’t I feel stupid now?

Waving Hello

Putting on weight - in a good way.

What do you get when you throw Joss Whedon, Neil Patrick Harris (Doooooogie!), and Nathan Fillion in a room and say “We want funny. Go! GO!”? Some funny television, that’s what. Only, the catch is, this television is only available freely for a limited time on this crazy thing called the Internet.

Go watch Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog now. Then come back here and comment saying “wow, that was actually pretty darn funny” (*cough*commentwhore!*cough*). Alternatively you can come back and comment about how I have a ridiculously warped sense of humor to think anything so inane and childish could be funny. That would work too.

Caught by surprise.