person of the year
In my own little way, I plan on trying out all the snazzy new web 2.0 stuff I was supposed to be all up on as of like two years ago. Being as how I'm in the business and all.
This is all inspired from the Time Magazine issue, which I bought, because I have been buying magazines lately (and being disappointed), and there was no reason to think this issue would be any different.
Tonight it was Flickr. I had a string of pictures that I discovered from Chris and Ponzi's wedding that I did not know what to do with. Not being the flickr pro, I saved each photo as a browser favorite as I found them. Actually, I was super slick because I saved as a "tab group" which was my first experience with that. But the bragging ends there.
My first discovery is that these are other people’s photographs. I don’t know what I was thinking. Of course they were. But it didn’t, you know, “hit home” until I goofed around with the so-called “Organizr” and could not make them show up. You see, each person has something called a photostream. It’s a little like Karma. It cannot be traded between persons. So I was back to the first of my so-called squares. Square 1.
My goal was to provide you, dear readers, with a link to said photos. Then I realized I was faced with the classic dilemma. To tag or not to tag? I am a bit of a tagging purist. I think tagging should be used for things that are universal, the things we all have in common with each other. Things that do not get capitalized. Let’s take that rule to an extreme.
Pictures of Seattle: should not be tagged “Seattle” but rather tagged as per content, such as “fish store”
Pictures of a little boy: should not be tagged “Billy” but rather tagged “little boy”
I realize this breaks many people’s grandiose ideas of the future of tagging, but it can’t be good for everything or it won’t be good for anything, no pissing in the well, etc etc. Anyway it’s my funeral because the well is already pissed in.
So, pouting as I am on my epistemological ivory tower, I present to you a set of flickr photos via the corny and very web 1.0 “favorites” mechanism on flickr.
Let’s get to the pictures – which I have not figured out how to add captions to that are somehow “mine” even though the photos are “theirs.” Hopefully the sequence is the same for you as it is for me. Otherwise you will be paying no attention to little Owen's arm fat, which hardly qualifies as an item of concern. On him. I must go cry now. Look at the pictures.
- Owen is very tired and instead of sleeping during his nap (well before the scheduled wedding), he chooses to park it on the dance floor. You can tell by the red ears that he's tired. I used to have a boss like that once. Remind me to delete that later.
- Owen likes pulling on the decorations to see if they will come down ever.
- Elliott is rockin with the Leung sisters. Note the giddy smile as if he is finally on top of the world, after 6 straight years of trying
- Blurry is artful, isn't it?
- Me and Julie. Note that I am showing the same giddy smile. That's because I'm pinching her butt and she is wondering whether to get mad or not. Psyche! (Unpshyche) Psyche!
- Owen has talked the nice concierge hostess lady into doing his every bidding.
- More Owen parking on the dance floor
- In other news, Elliott is breakdancing up a storm.
- Owen and Ponzi. Really more Ponzi than Owen. As it should be.
- Just before he did a dock sweep of all the beverages within reach
- OK please ignore the size of my arm fat, and the Mike Lowry type resemblance to my face. I don't look like this at all. But I am feeding Owen everything from my purse because the hardest part of weddings for little kids is the speeches before dinner.
OK. I know I horked the font size on this post but you will have to forgive me. I think in MS Word now and not this little square. I hope I haven't pasted in any little squares. We will see. Ciao!