sarahcentric

First thing is whatever.
Second thing is terrible.
Third thing is great.

1) I played around with my new lens on the walk home from the train tonight. While there are many issues with these pictures-overexposure, focus issues, and that one dude who wants to kill me-these few shots taken in a 10 minute walk make me happy that I upgraded to a DSLR. They ain’t perfect, but trust me when I tell you that it looks exactly like Queens. The little adjustments you can make with a halfway decent camera and lens make a big difference. These pictures will make me cry in a few months when I’m homesick in New Zealand.

2) I made the biggest mistake of my life two nights ago when I watched PBS’ latest American Experience, “The Lobotomist”. I love this series so much that I actually pumped my fist and said “YESSSS!” by MYSELF when I realized it was new…and tweeted it..and Facebook’d it. Since you already know my second thing is terrible, you know that this was pretty much the biggest mistake of my life. I know I shouldn’t be surprised that a documentary about the doctor who pioneered the mother f—ing lobotomy would be disturbing. But I am surprised that it was so disturbing that I feel like the “The Lobotomist” is a real-life version of The Ring. I seriously cannot stop thinking about it… which means that I can’t stop talking about it…which means that if this were the 1930 my doctors would have recommended a lobotomy!

I’m linking to this documentary because I feel absolutely compelled. If you want to watch it, fine. It’s your funeral. But here’s your last warning: I forced Andrew to watch this (for which, he says, he will never forgive me) and we both agree that any story with excessive use of the word “eyeball” never ends well…and this story has eyeballs all over it. And by “story”, I mean “nightmare”.

3) On that happy note, I would like to make sure that you know that Nichole at Little Brown Pen is great. The way that I have a problem with Australia, she has a problem with Paris. Except that she and her husband realized it wasn’t a problem, just an option. Nichole, her man, and her KIDS (how awesome is that) decided to live in Paris for a while…just cuz. They are back here in the US of A now, but they pretty much split their time between both places and love it. And I love it because it makes me feel a little more secure in my decision to take some time off from New York City. One of my mantras this year has been, “People do it.” Unlike Om, you don’t chant it on a meditation mat. You use it in conversation with your friends when you’re daydreaming about some insane, potentially great thing you want to do. “Whatever man..People do it! Do it!! Nichole did it! DO IT!”

I would probably say “People f—ing do it!” but I have a terrible mouth…which means I am definitely from Queens…and that I have a mental disorder…

…which means that I need a lobotomy.

F—ing great.