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Tuesday, July 22nd, 2008
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10:38 am - Successful in Seattle, but...
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Banes of my existence as a photographer, player division:
1. Gum
2. Spitting
3. "Adjusting"
So, guys, please don't get the superstitious idea from Jon Lester last night that an ill-fitting cup is the key to winning. Okay?
( A few more from Sunday's PawSox game... )
I had the best of intentions to get everything currently edited up on thumbnail pages last night, but it didn't happen, and it's unlikely to happen tonight either as I'm off to Lowell for the Spinners game. Wednesday night, promise!
current mood:  back to work...
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| Monday, July 21st, 2008
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12:02 pm - just a few more
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| Sunday, July 20th, 2008
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10:45 pm - A couple from McCoy today
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| Wednesday, July 16th, 2008
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9:55 am - Knee-jerk negativity just never got me through
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I went all but dormant online yesterday--seemed like all of my usual haunts were focused on the negative on multiple fronts, and it's taken me a while, but I've finally grasped the concept that what I need to do at that point usually is go away. Not that criticism can't be called for, or that folks can't vent, but I guess the backdrop of Sox/Yankee tension* makes everything in the foreground more overwhelming. (* One example of what I mean--it drives me nuts when Sox fans criticize Yankee fans but then use disparaging terms for their stadium, players, etc. Can't have it both ways. I prefer not to act that way, while realizing I'm perhaps in a minority. See "go away," above.)
That said: booing Sox players in the introductions? All well and good. Harassing Papelbon because you fell for the spin put on his comments by a tabloid rag? Pretty pathetic. (Is there a closer in the league who wouldn't have said "I want to be on the mound in the ninth"? Honestly?)
But anyway--sittingstill staying off message boards while staying up for THE GAME THAT WAS NEVER GOING TO END = sittingstill editing!
( Photos from Saturday and Sunday! )
Meanwhile, over at SoSH there's an auction to benefit the fight against ALS, and I've donated two prints to the auction (Paps and the champagne, and Wake and Pesky on ring day) as well as one to the raffle (Pedroia). Take a look if you're interested!
current mood:  more sleep plz?
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| Tuesday, July 15th, 2008
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11:33 am - Congratulations!
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| Sunday, July 13th, 2008
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8:56 am - Mike Timlin, practical joker
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| Saturday, July 12th, 2008
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9:37 am - A lazy day of summer
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| Friday, July 11th, 2008
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9:10 am - So good to see you, Friday...
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So I ran Get Data Back all day hunting for deleted files on the drive from which my photos vanished, but returned home to find that it hadn't located anything useful. As much as I love this program, I thought maybe a different one might get different results, so I downloaded Recover My Photos and ran that on the memory card, in the more intensive search mode, not realizing that it would take hours, on a night where there was no good sports TV to be had. (I subscribe to mlb.tv rather than the cable package because I nearly always have computer access, and I'll have day games on while I do paperwork at work, etc.) Result? Same as Get Data Back. Somehow on the card most of the files that had been deleted lost enough header information that they couldn't be identified as .jpg files anymore.
But it was bugging me that they'd vanished. Especially when I realized that although I'd renamed folders, they were in the first folder I'd renamed, which should have been a safe move.
Maybe I accidentally dragged the contents of the folder somewhere?
Well, let me peek in the folder next to it, the July 8 folder.
Hey, look. Craig Breslow, pitching! In the daylight!
So I was delighted, but at the same time...
( The photos I said I'd post... )
More tonight!
current mood:  grumpy
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| Thursday, July 10th, 2008
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9:32 am - The good, the bad and the frustrating
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It was very nice to get back to Fenway; for some reason it seemed like it had been forever! I didn't have Monday's game but was fortunate to have Tuesday night and Wednesday day for 24+ hours of baseball. Tuesday was interesting; the crowd was supportive of Lester but relatively quiet, and I was hoping it would be another day where "Sweet Caroline" saved the day. I know there are folks who don't love it, especially when we're losing, but some nights it seems to remind everyone that being at Fenway is not a spectator sport--you have a role to play, and that role is to make sure the team knows you're there. Sometimes the crowd seems to collectively remember that they have hands to clap and voices to yell and cheer with, and while of course that's not all there is to creating offense, well, I think it helps. And seeing Manny at the plate, and hoping deep down that it would be the Manny we know and not the Manny of the road trip, and seeing him swing, and the ball arcing into the night... amazing.
Quick change at home and back out for a toasty sweaty day game--it was little consolation that it wasn't nearly as hot as it was a couple of weeks ago. I wore the shirt that the folks at the Strike Three Foundation sent me, though as it turned out I probably should have just brought it and asked Craig Breslow to sign it, as the Twins were out with no sign of the Sox when I got in. (I did yell to Craig, though perhaps I might have been more diplomatic--I asked him if they were ever going to let him pitch again, getting a helpless-bordering-on-ticked-off shoulders-raised shrug in response.) Both days he did long toss in the worst possible spot for me to shoot him, in the far corner of left field. The Sox pitchers eventually came out, so I ran over to right field to shoot there (and was busted by Jere and his camera, which never fails to amuse me). Craig came over to visit with his former teammates and I did get some good ones there. Great game, of course (except for the small matter of Breslow struggling when I was rooting for him to do well--hey, Twins, that's what happens when you sit a hot pitcher for eight days, okay?); I even had the delightful experience of letting the 12-year-old boy next to me borrow my cameras and show signs of being a natural with the lens!
So, you ask, where are the pictures?
Well, I had a ton of memory cards to dump to the computer, and was separating them in a way I normally don't into different folders, and at some point I did something that caused all the photos in one folder to disappear. :-/ No idea what I did--and I wish I knew, because I'd rather be angry at myself than baffled. (Didn't lose any of the ones my new friend took, in case his folks are reading--those are safe and you'll have 'em soon!) I ran Get Data Back, which has saved me in the past, on the memory card from which those photos came, and it did recover a bunch of them--right up to Breslow coming out of the pen. (Fate has it out for me. I do have photos of him that are good from the second camera, but still.) sigh. I'm running it again on my hard drive, so see if it can find the versions that were somehow deleted from the folder; if that doesn't work I'll try another recovery program on the memory card. Not the end of the world, of course, but in addition to Breslow I have Cashie's HR and some other stuff I'd like to have back.
Anyway, efforts to get my stuff back pretty much ate up my editing time (and time I wanted to use to read things folks have written that I suspect I shouldn't peer at at work...) last night; tomorrow, no matter what, I'll get a few up. I've got a hatless sweaty smiling post-run Scott Baker shot that I love, as well as some of Hansen laughing (I'm convinced Gary Tuck was giving him a hard time about me shooting, because he kept looking from Tuck to me and back again--yes, he could have been looking at anyone near me in the stands, but it was very suspicious!).
current mood:  gah
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| Sunday, July 6th, 2008
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1:46 pm - Operation See Kyle Snyder: FAIL
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Well, the Red Sox Chick and I trekked out to Scenic Lowell yesterday in hopes of seeing Kyle Snyder's rehab appearance for the Spinners. Unfortunately, about a half hour before gates opened the Spinners got word that due to travel delays Kyle wouldn't be there. No announcement was made, so we held out hope even after seeing Stolmy Pimental listed as the starter that Kyle would make a relief appearance, but no such luck. Ah well.
It was a good trip, though. We have two games in Lowell later this month and it was nice to get the lay of the land. Gorgeous little park, friendly staff, good concessions and it was easy to move around even during the game. I'd wanted to see Stolmy, too!
Cutest photo I've taken in a long time...
The "Spinners Kids" got to go onto the field before the game--that's 2B Zach Gentile with "his" kid.
Stolmy, heaven help me, reminds me in physique of another #45...
More later!
current mood:  busy
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| Wednesday, July 2nd, 2008
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11:18 pm - Rest assured this will not last, take a turn for the worst
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I generally don't have much to say after a tough loss. I guess what it comes down to is that a lot of anger comes out in other folks, including people I love. I love my team. I honestly don't think they owe me anything. I understand disappointment, but not anger. Save anger for things you can actually do something about--you, yourself.
But of course, it's not my job to tell folks how to react, so I lay low, and just make a promise to cheer harder the next time I'm out.
Edited a bunch more of the new Mark Bellhorn collection. They're as yet uncaptioned (the series where he leaped out of the frame needs captions--oh, if he'd just been able to hold onto that wild throw!)
and there will be more, including his teammates, should you be a Suns fan! In any case, they're here.
current mood:  discontent
current music: Murmur, of course
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10:08 am - The pilgrimage has gained momentum
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(I mean, you all knew where I was going, right?)
( Just a couple more of Mark Bellhorn for now... )
My two games in Jacksonville turned into one--the storm that forced my flight into a temporary landing in Savannah apparently spooked the folks at the Baseball Grounds enough to postpone Monday night's game, though it was bright and rather comfortable by gametime. But the Tuesday day game went on as scheduled, and he played, and I could shoot. And I shouldn't ask for more than that, should I?
Plenty more to come!
current mood:  tired (but happy!)
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| Sunday, June 29th, 2008
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9:55 pm - I watch the planes go, one of them's mine
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I put up pages for June 8 and June 22, though it seems I ought to have accomplished a lot more. Hmmn.
Between Leo and a collection of free-floating anxieties, I've been out of sorts of late, and my usual attempt to treat that is to hop on a plane and do something ridiculous. So I'm off in the morning, returning Tuesday night. Will report thereafter.
Steve's coming...
... so there will probably be mayhem.
current mood:  hmmn
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| Tuesday, June 24th, 2008
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8:17 am - A few more from Sunday
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| Monday, June 23rd, 2008
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9:37 am - I was not leaving yesterday without a win.
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| Tuesday, June 17th, 2008
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10:48 pm - a quick bedtime status update
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Okay--this won't be the Cincy post I'd envisioned, because I have one of those nifty sore throats where it feels like the insides of your ears are on fire and the pain of coughing up assorted squishy bits of your lungs--well, I'll stop. Sorry. TMI.
Anyway, June 13 is mostly done (not a great night for photos--no BP, sitting behind the screen and it drizzled a lot), and June 14 has some fun stuff from BP, with more to come (though again not a lot of game photos thanks to the screen). There are a very few shots from June 15 but I've barely scratched the surface there, as both BP and the game were great for shooting.
Meanwhile, sore throat or no sore throat, Justin Masterson laughing makes me laugh too.
current mood:  sick
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| Tuesday, June 10th, 2008
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3:06 pm - Leopold
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He picked me out the instant we met, Christmas of 1992 at my brother's house, that tiny tuxedo-clad ball of fur. One look and he knew he had a servant for life. He found his name that day, too, strutting around like Bugs Bunny in the guise of Leopold Stokowski.
As well, he had the shape and regal attitude of a lion. (His brother, who came along for the ride and shares his tuxedo coloring, has the shape and playfulness of a tiger.) He didn't demand attention so much as compel it. He was always elegant--walking, seated, curled up. He was a lap cat, but as long as you skritched his throat occasionally he was content just to have your company.
He aged a little more quickly than his brother, I guess. They both had the kidney disease common in older cats, but Leo lost weight from an overactive thyroid. On meds, he gained weight again, but in the last few weeks he was losing it again. Tests in these last days revealed his spent left kidney as well as what his regular vet from kittenhood confirmed was almost certainly lymphoma in his intestines.
He made his own decision here, too, I think. He ate little last week, and stopped eating entirely at Angell. He could always throughout his life be counted on to sniff out his two favorite foods: deli turkey and tuna. (I stopped eating turkey sandwiches at home unless I planned to give away half!) But today he turned away from even those. I cajoled and coaxed; just in case, I even sucked up my fear and gave him sub-q fluids for the first time. But I think he hurt, and he'd had enough of sticks and meds and car rides. So the last thing I could do for him was to make the call. We went to Winter Hill, where he saw Dr. O'Donnell for the last time.
He was a magnificent cat.
current mood:  heartbroken
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7:47 am - This morning's episode of Emergency Vets
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Leo's home, and good bad or indifferent for his care, he seemed glad about it. He walked around the house a bit meowing/sighing very loudly.
In order to get him to eat anything at all I had to pull out the big guns: deli turkey and tuna. I'm as sure as I can be that his stomach hurts and that's why he's not eating. He's drinking all right, to my relief, but both times he started eating he stopped after a few bites and went and crouched under the living room table. They sent him home with three meds--Pepcid, amoxicillin and an appetite stimulant. I just got most of his Pepcid dose into him, mixed with tuna juice; he was very upset about his amoxicillin dose last night, and since I have to give that a bit later I didn't want to put him through two oral med dosings. My hope is that the Pepcid makes him feel better enough that he'll eat something when I give him the antibiotic, since he's supposed to have that with food.
Of course, it's also possible that his stomach issues have to do either with his intestines or even the aspiration process, but those are both no-win situations so I'm not going to worry about it.
He's gone up and down the stairs all right but hasn't tried to jump onto anything. I slept most of last night on the floor with him. (Ow.)
His brother greeted his return with a look that clearly said "I thought you were dead. (And I just moved half of my stuff into your room.)" Lego has hissed at him every time he's come near him; Leo doesn't seem especially worried. Lego may be figuring out that the availability of tuna has increased substantially since Leo's return, though; I think he's beginning to accept it.
current mood:  pensive
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| Monday, June 9th, 2008
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10:20 am - Leopold and the boys of summer
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Yesterday the vet said that although Leo could go home, she thought it would be best if he stayed one more day; his kidney values were still dropping, and this would give them a chance both to get him more fluids and to taper them off before he goes home today. Given that as she was telling me this I was sitting in Fenway wondering if what I'd just wiped off was my sunscreen or my melted nose, this sounded like a good idea. I'd gone to visit before going to the park, and he looked brighter, if less pathetically glad to see me and more ticked off that I hadn't yet rescued him.
But then, this morning's update was that he was "quiet" (uh oh) and not eating. They had initially tried wet food, which he doesn't particularly like, then dry food, which he ate at first. But he doesn't like the very small dry food pieces, so my immediate response was to dash to the pet store for some of his regular dry food and then race to visiting hours. (I think although I'm at work right now that today's going to go in the books as a vacation day.) "Quiet" is an understatement. :( He actually looked relatively decent physically, but he looked exhausted and dispirited. I may be projecting, but he looked as though right now the cage, the beeping in the ICU, the barking dogs, etc. have become too much for him. I still have to wait for the call from the vet, but I am going to insist that if he is stable he comes home tonight.
Edit: got the call. "non-diagnostic" results on the intestines, "mixed inflammation" on the liver. The vet offered exploratory surgery; I think not, given what we already know about his kidneys. He agrees that Leo appears more depressed than yesterday but isn't convinced it's just being in the ICU, though he's willing to let me take him home. I just... I can't leave him there. If I need to bring him back, I will.
In the meantime, I'm still hoping/planning on two nights in Cincy, though I've killed the Philly leg of the trip. We'll see how it goes, what they might want me to do with sub-q fluids at home, etc.
For all that I could scarcely see through the sweat, the camera did all right yesterday.
Justin Masterson is a joy to photograph, he really is.
( More photos to cheer me up... )
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