Last month I had enough Amazon Reward dollars accrued to by myself this Tamron 90m Macro lense for my Nikon. I’ve wanted a quality macro lense ever since I had my first 35mm in grade school.

I took some test shots this afternoon on my back porch in natural light. Focusing will take a while to get used to - the slightest movement will bring the subject out of focus. Time to dust off my tripod.

Attention shoppers of the world - this is not Urban Behavior’s website.

I haven’t been blogging as much as I’d like to lately - no time.

1. One of my business partner’s was in town for the past 7 days and we worked pretty much non stop from before breakfast till past dinner.
2. Contractors have been in my home demolishing and now constructing a bathroom - everything in the house is covered in a thick layer of dust.
3. I have no toilet upstairs and have been taking showers at the pool, in a locker room swarming with 6th graders.
4. To top everything off - I have (another) flu. That’s two flus in about a month.

Totally unfair. I’m calling a time out! Maybe for the rest of the week.

Was the Death Star attack an inside job?  New report asks some uncomfortable questions.

Would I rather be back in Seattle right now, or here in Fairfield?  Cold and rainy, or warmer with lightning.  This type of choice reminds of voting in America.

Right after our new water cooler was delivered to the office today, Mike said something like, “wow it’s like a real office now”.

About an hour later as I was standing in front of the cooler, enjoying a fresh cup of chilled spring water, and I realized that yes, this is a “real” office now. I think that should be the definition of an “office”.

of·fice noun

1: a place where a particular kind of business is transacted or a service is supplied that has a water cooler.

The commercial goes something like - “Move from a large city to a small town and running low on urban behavior?”

A couple days ago I sent the documentary “The Future of Food” back to Netflix. The information in that documentary was so alarming to me that I feel compelled to buy dozens of copies and start passing them out to friends and acquaintances.

Over the past ten years the percentage of organic and natural foods (non GMO) in my diet has grown to close to 100%. My interest in a natural foods diet has mostly been driven by taste and health, with the added bonus that pesticide free foods are good for the environment.

Then I watch “The Future of Food”, which examines the effects of biotechnology on small farmers, the environment and consumers. Basically, it’s a scenario of corporate greed that could end up shadowing the damage done by Enron and the Tobbacco industry.

What I find even more frustrating than the claims that the documentary makes against “Big Agriculture”, is the fact that there isn’t a national dialog about what is happening to our food. I think back to my time on the West Coast, hanging out with my liberal, green, organic food loving friends; and I cannot recall ever having a knowledgeable conversation about GMOs or how food is grown in this country. We eat natural foods because they taste great, are healthy, are part of the green movement and let’s face it, it’s hip to eat organic. Shopping at Whole Foods is cool and trendy and to some extent a status symbol (search for “whole paycheck” in Google).

Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad it’s cool to eat good food. But we should eat those foods AND have a frequent dialog with family, friends and neighbors about WHY we should are eating them. The topic of how our food is produced should be part of a national conversation and important to how we vote.

Surprisingly, none of the dozens of children riding the carousel at the Coral Ridge Mall were interested in riding the trippy cat with fish in the mouth.  Note the extended and clenched paw.

A friend we left behind on Bainbridge Island recently wrote about a kid peeing near the playground. Being the contrarian I usually am, I disagreed that there was much wrong with peeing near the playground, or peeing outside in general.

Today at the playground my own child needed to pee, and so my wife ran her behind a a tree to pee. I watched anxiously; fearing that someone may see them and make my family the subject of a similar blog post or the town grapevine. Then the blogger in me took over and I realized that the scene unfolding before me was perfect for my own blog. Especially in light of the comments I posted on my friend’s treatment of peeing near the playground.

I began shooting (and giggling).  So this is for you Wendy: a photo of my child peeing near the playground:

And here’s the interesting part, while I have claimed, and believe, there’s really nothing wrong with this; I also feel compelled to point out (in defense) that a) the restroom’s were closed, and b) I witnessed another family violate two other trees (they have two children).