Solid. It’s been a solid 4 months since my last post. Needless to say, thanks to an email from my good friend Bryan Goldberg – urging me to update my “damn blog” I figured it was time. His nudge made me think about the other expressions of self I have employed since my last post. And no, mom, don’t freak out, it’s not a tattoo. 

Much has changed in four months. My life has become pleasantly “complicated” – for one, I have decided to stop using my cell phone for phone conversations. And by “stop using” I really mean, heavily screen calls. I’m great about responding to texts and emails. However, the phone and it’s abundant source of radioactive transmissions has made me think twice. Despite “inconclusive evidence”, I don’t want to be a stat when/if conclusive evidence shows that having a signal transmitting device inches from the brain in fact does have some affect on health. That said, I’m taking a stand and trying desperately not to use my cell phone to talk. Instead, I’m finding a friend in Twitter.

Twitter and I go waaay back to the days in Dallas, summer 2007, my friend Jon Mick persuading me to sign up for this Twitter thing that seemed more annoying than beneficial. Though over time, I’ve found that condensing my verbose stories into 140 character pithy blasts to my family and friends is more exhilarating than a long blog post. Yes, exhilarating. Part of the fun is in the challenge of being concise; it’s also fun to browse through old updates just to see what I was up to “back in the day”… even more fun, perhaps, is convincing people in my realm that Twitter is actually worthwhile! If not to send their updates, but at least to keep up with carfry! I promise, I’m more enlightening than “Eating dinner.”   

Making things more complicated than technical details of my life, and moving offline….I’ve started adding more and more to my resume. I’m now officially the unofficial photographer’s assistant of the incredibly talented Michael Robinson. He takes phenomenal photographs of architecture and interiors – poignantly capturing the space of a space. Check out his work on his website Michael Robinson Photography.  One of many things I’ve learned working with him is that lights are HOT and may cause scalding of fingers, knuckles and in general, skin. I don’t know why Starbucks has a disclaimer written on their cups and yet these professional grade lights do not say: “Hey, hottie, these lights are hotter than you. So use some gloves. Or ask that annoying, unassuming guy over there to do it for you” (note: “annoying, unassuming guy” does not infer photographer). 

So that’s life in a nutshell. A nutshell without a voice calls; a nutshell with over 10 new voicemails on any given day; a very hot nutshell with bright lights. It gets complicated, and for that, we thank Facebook for the “It’s complicated” relationship status.