What type of music does Eddie from Ohio play?

Eddie from OhioI’m going to the Eddie from Ohio concert at Wolftrap on Friday. While discussing this with my mother-in-law she made a comment that generalized the genre of music that EFO plays. Seeing as a number of people who read this blog are familiar with EFO, I’m posing the question to you.

So if you had to peg EFO as being of a certain “genre”, what would that be? Post your answer in the comments. If somebody has already posted the answer that you KNOW TO BE THE RIGHT ONE, post it again anyway. I’m looking for a general consensus here people. A general consensus that I can then use to empirically prove my mother-in-law WRONG! You have the power. Use it for good.

And Mom, even though you’re wrong, you know I still love you.

Overheard in My House

I had the following conversation with my mother-in-law earlier this week.

Mom: Oh the Yankees are just terrible. Our starting pitching is awful and we can’t win at all.
Me: Welcome to being a Washington Nationals Fan.
Mom: We can’t drive in runs when we have two or three players on base!
Me: Welcome to being a Baltimore Orioles Fan.
Mom: Yeah, but we pay these players enormous salaries and they can’t score at all!
Me: Welcome to being a Washington Redskins Fan!

Balancing My Muse vs. My Child’s Right to Privacy

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?

Can I wear jorts to my Goddaughter’s Baptism???

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:


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?


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?