The first time I saw my dad’s old point-and-shoot camera and articulated my interest in taking pictures. It sounded something like mammydaaaaadymammydaaaaady can I take pictures puh-leeeeeeeeazzzzzz? And after much hesitation and some detailed training, my father finally handed it to me. But I ignored all instruction, scurried around the house taking shots of everything no matter how unexciting. The kitchen sink, my G.I. Joe line of action figures (my cousin and I would set up some pretty epic GI Joe battles in our living room), my room, my fingers which regularly got in the way of the camera itself, of course not to forget, naked people in the bath tub.
As far back as I can remember my interest in photography was spurred on by my dad. When I was a kid my dad was always with the camera enduringly attached to his face. That, of course, got me thinking about what else I got from him and what’s entirely my own.
Characteristics I got from my dad.
- Interest. Before the internet my dad always bought Encyclopedias and just many books relating to general knowledge. He had no idea what he’d ever do with that knowledge but he always figured it might come in handy sometimes.
- Ingenuity. He loves to write, sing, take photos and read. Without these things, I'm quite sure he’d fade away.
- Intellect. He might not be the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I’d like to think he’s quite smart.
- Impetus. I always refer to myself as an idler - but I'm a pretty driven person. Sometimes to a blunder.
- Silliness. 'Nuff said.
Characteristics, all my own
- Being a Perfectionist. With that whole impetus thing comes the element that I'm more than a little hard on myself. I seek flawlessness and strike myself out when I’m not able to be flawless.
- Mood. I've not been exactly hush-hush when I've gone through moments of melancholy and apprehension.
- Attentiveness. I like to multitask. But in reality I don't multitask very well. Because my concentration sucks.
- Patience. I'm an instant gratification kinda girl. Fortitude aint my strong suit.
- Irrational. No surprise but I'm a little coo- coo about things.
I will freely admit that when this track was given to me by a friend I clearly grunted “oh no, not another sad and depressing tune by Snow Patrol.” Thankfully I was wrong in presuming that this band was going to produce another similar sounding song. They’ve found a way to incorporate the extravagant with the forlorn and yet make this track something to sing along to. Featuring Martha Wainwright this one is brilliant.
"Set The Fire To The Third Bar" is worth a listen (and if you choose to play this track you simply must listen to it till the very end).
