oh yeah? have you ever gone a week without a rationalization?

Outtake from the book.  Photographed with a Nikon D300, 60mm micro lens

This weekend, in between anniversary dinners and Father's Day breakfasts-in-bed and lunches, I've been furiously working on getting all of the text and images together for the BLaD.  As I type this, I'm saving everything to CDs, to turn into the creative designers tomorrow.  Can I hear a BOO-YAH?

Today, we had my dad over for Father's Day lunch, and he and my mom brought Marcus and me a bottle of champagne, to celebrate our seventh anniversary.  "You can drink that at a later time, whenever," said my dad, giving me the gift bag.

"Oh, wow," I said.  "Champagne!  Oh no, we're opening this today."

"No, really, you don't have to," he said.  "Drink it by yourselves."

"No really, we're going to," I insisted.  "I need an image of champagne for the book.  I was just telling Marcus that yesterday.  This gift couldn't be more timely.

My father was silent.  And then:

"That is the saddest rationalization I've ever heard for claiming the need for a drink," he said.

Dude, whatever works.


SongI heard it through the grapevine, by Marvin Gaye (off The Big Chill soundtrack)