facebook usernames
I have to admit, the idea of facebook usernames is nice. I like that I can send friends to facebook.com/username to get to where I want them to go. No longer do I have to wonder if they know how to spell “jaime” properly, because nine times out of ten, they don’t. I see one little limitation in the system though: I’d like to be able to tag photos with my username instead of the formal name. Maybe this option is on the horizon, but as of tonight I am unable to do this.
ps. I got facebook.com/killerspice I’m SOL if my derby name is rejected. ;)
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I have given in to the ridiculously overdone 365 photo project thing. Maybe I should change it up. 1000 over 365, where the rules would be at least 1 per day for 365, but in the end there needs to be 1000 photos, so really I’d need to be putting out at least 3-4 per day. I shall now google to make sure I didn’t just rip off someone else’s idea and try to pass it off as my own.
It’s a go. I don’t know that I haven’t stolen it from someone, but I’m going to give it a try. Resolution #1 of the year: Daily photos equaling 1000. Shouldn’t be so hard considering the number of pictures I take without resolutions, but the daily rule is going to hit hard. Just like holidailies, except for an entire year. And we all know how great I’ve been with holidailies…
For those of you who are new to the “was 365, now 1000 photos” thing, I’m posting the pictures to flickr. I may or may not post here, but for sure pics will be on flickr, so subscribe to the rss feed there. Or bookmark if you’re still in 1998.
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I got to go home twice last month. Neither time was really for vacation, but it’s always nice to see my family. This picture was taken just before we left for the aiport. I can still hear the noise in that room as we sat around and talked until the very last minute possible. My family is loud and wonderful.
It’s hard to explain, that thing, you know, with living so far from where you grew up. It’s a feeling that I can’t put my finger on, or nail with words. It’s like a smell. You know that smell of happiness? That smell that makes your tummy warm and your cheeks rosy? Home has that comfortable smell. But it’s not all roses and perfection, and while I love home and my family and that happy smell, I love this little life that I’m building out here, where there are new things that are beginning to feel more like home everyday.
