Archive for March, 2010

O good

Thursday, March 25th, 2010
Taken on a walk in my neighborhood with my grandfather's SX70 Polaroid.

Taken on a walk in my neighborhood with my grandfather's SX70 Polaroid.

The Impossible project came out with usable Polaroid film!

And even better, they are releasing film for my camera (SX70) which hasn’t been around for a while. I’ve been using film for a different Polaroid model, knowing it won’t work well with my camera. I saw hacks to modify my camera, but I really didn’t want to, even though it didn’t look too difficult.

I’m so excited! I can hardly wait to get some to check out. It looks like it may be all black and white right now, but they expect color film by summer.

Very, very cool

Red rover, red rover, let someone come over…

Friday, March 12th, 2010

I’m just reading about how Red Rover is banned in schools in the UK and in Australia. ! Really? That’s too bad. On one hand, I never really liked playing it in grade school because the less popular kids would never get called, and you could just see it on their faces how miserable they were. Or even worse, they’d get called by two popular boys who would strong arm them so that they fell hard when they came across. Bleah.

However, one of my most fun times was “having a Harrington.” When I was in high school and just after, we get a bunch of people together and drive to Harrington Beach on Lake Michigan (so you had to have either enough drivers to do this, as it was about a half hour away or the ability to cram more people in each car than you’d think was possible). It’d be at night, after dark.

Usually, we’d have someone there earlier, who’d scope out a fire ring and bury a cooler of beer and wine coolers (heh). You’d start out with a fire, maybe some smores, and most likely (surely there was one time we didn’t?) drinking. Then, around 10 or so, we’d play Red Rover on the beach. It was FUN! Lots of laughing and it veered between competitiveness and utter silliness. Once, we discovered that my friend Ann had drank too much (with all the drinking we did on the beach, we didn’t usually get to the point of drunk, just to that silly tipsiness) because when she was called, she took two steps from our line toward the enemy line and went face down in the sand. One of us pulled her off the “field” and sat with her for a while, but the game went on, with much arguing over whether we were allowed a replacement for her.

Fun times, a Harrington. Sometimes, it would devolve into skinnydipping, and now, looking back at it, I cannot believe we jumped naked into Lake Michigan late at night, it was COLD!

Anyway, I don’t know if Red Rover is banned here. I’m assuming as the US tends to be more lawsuit-happy that it is, and if so, I am going to have to make sure my nieces and nephews know how to play it. In the UK it’s called British Bulldog (aha! so maybe the rover in Red Rover refers to a dog?) and in Australia it’s called Bull Rushes.

Tuesday, March 9th, 2010

Dear universe,

I have a friend who is going through a bit of a rough time right now, please cut her some slack.

If there is anything I can do to make up for it, let me know.

Love,

Heather

Songs that occasionally wreck me

Monday, March 8th, 2010

1. Gary Jules’ version of Mad World

2. Rufus Wainwright’s version of Hallelujah. I like Leonard Cohen’s versions better generally, but something in this version stabbed me at some point and doesn’t let go of me. Also, thinking about how Rufus talks about Leonard Cohen also makes me choke up too.

Alright. Back to radio silence – one more week of school and then hopefully I’ll be chatty again.