Monday, March 24, 2014

Sharing Talents

I am surrounded by talented people.
I love it.
I have friends and family that can do amazing things.
They can draw, paint, sing, play instruments, dance, make jewelry, sew, cook, speak other languages, photograph, design, build, write poetry, speak eloquently, have a keen sense of style, create something out of nothing, the list goes on and on.

I am not super talented.
I like to think that I'm like Albert Einstein. 
You know, "I have no special talents. I am only passionately curious."
The main difference here being that he was a genius.
This isn't a woe is me post at all, but I really can't do any of the things I listed above. 
There are, however, things that I do well. 
I maybe just wouldn't consider any of them marketable skills.
Here's some stuff I can do:

Binge watch a TV show
Decipher soda brands by smell alone
Make sarcastic comments
Get what I need at Target and then 20 more things
Apply a movie or TV quote to any occasion
Drive, talk on the phone, eat, and scold children simultaneously
Load a dishwasher with precision 
Not vomit (18 years and counting)
Be a source of an unhealthy amount of pop culture
Control my eyes independently
Consume large quantities of soda
Memorize song lyrics
Pick things up with my toes
Write lists

I have often attempted to cultivate a new skill.
But I'm kind of lazy, so if I'm not immediately amazing at something, I tend to bail.
I'd rather "sharing talent" mean that you gave some of yours to people who are lacking.

I can't do this either.

Sunday, March 16, 2014

More Baby

One talented photographer.
One crazy-haired model.

"If there is anything that this horrible tragedy can teach us, it's that a... model's life is a precious, precious commodity. Just because we have chiseled abs and stunning features, it doesn't mean that we too can't not die in a freak gasoline fight accident." 
- Derek Zoolander

Monday, March 10, 2014


There's wisdom in those eyes.  
I could use some.
She's not sharing.

Photo by Lori Collier

Friday, February 28, 2014

That One Time...

I went to a Duke basketball game at Cameron Indoor back in January.
It was amazing.
They were playing some no name school - Gardner Webb
Heard of it?
Me neither, but it didn't really matter.
We have a friend who moved here a couple of years ago and was "unaffiliated".
This is unacceptable in North Carolina.
I'm pretty sure it's a law that you have to pick a team when you move here or, like, they won't give you a driver's license or something.
Anyway, he liked Duke, but he went to a game at Cameron Indoor and he says it solidified his allegiance.
I'm not surprised.
It's sacred ground.

And yeah, I took these pictures from my seat.
Three rows up from the Duke bench.
I got to hear every F-word from the mouth of a legend.
And it was awesome.

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

It's Time

I was over Imagine Dragons.
Their songs are played on the radio a lot.
A. Lot.
But I really loved their performance at the Grammy's.
So, I started reading articles about them
and I came across this.
The video is shaky and terrible.
It's not fun to watch.
Until it becomes the best thing ever.