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Long Time Gone

Sorry for the recent bouts of MIA-ness. I know my 4 followers have probably found more interesting things to read by now, but that's cool. Here's just a little bit of the flavor that's been floating in ye olde byle ductes lately.

Dream Conference 2009. What is it? Well, for one, it's over this year. For twosies it was a weekend filled with teachings speakers and presentations that focused on how to unlock the dreams God has placed in side each of us. Don't worry, I'm not going to pass a plate around and take up an offering or anything like that. But, to be fair, I've been delving back in to the wells of my faith and finding that it's not always as shallow as I'd pretended it was. Looking back over my life there have been many times where the only reason I'm even here typing this out right now is because of a deliverance from God (and not in a Warren Beatty/Burt Reynolds kind of way, either). But those are stories for other times and places.

The other thing that's been taking up so much time is MOTIV8 Design Group. Without saying too much, I'm one of the partners of a growing ad agency that already has a few projects under our belts and working toward more. I'm doing a lot of photography/video/creative design work with the group. And I'm actually loving it. It's complementing my analytical/tech support side very well. I'm not sure when it'll be a full time gig-probably not for a while yet (at least for me), but you never know.

I've been doing a lot of photography,too. Engagement pictures, family pictures, and this past Saturday I shot a wedding. Yeah. Photography. Steven did the video work and I did the shutterbug. And I have to say---it's a lot of frickin' work. Two things I need if I continue to do weddings (and the jury's still out on that one)--a faster flash. The used flash I bought is fine for portrait or outdoor shots (as a fill light), but a 3 second recharge is WAY too slow for event photography. I definitely need to save up for an SB600 or SB800. And I also need to pick up a 50mm prime lens (I actually want to pick up one of these anyway for portrait/family shoots). Yeah. I'm geeking out on the photography aspect in ways I didn't think possible back in the days of the fleeting 'gee, I'd like to have a DSLR' that I've got one-holy crap---all I want to do it shoot pix! (but I temper myself because I can't provide for my family on photography alone just yet).

Shifting gears to the geek realm...I'm dual booting the NC10 into Ubuntu now. And for the past 3 weeks have been running only Ubuntu on it with varying degrees of success (all of them high enough to keep wanting to run linux on it). I will probably look into putting Sandbox on it so I can have a virtual XP machine that will host my work's VPN client and IE7, both of which I need if I plan on using my netbook to remote in and do work from home.

Upcoming projects include editing and color correcting 500+photos from the wedding....editing and mastering the DVDs of the Dream Conference...working on promos for International Christian Center....playing more guitar....trying to get out and photograph the changing leaves...finishing up the studio/downstairs re-org project....fixing up the 4 computers that friends have given me to work on...projects for M8D....watching Bubba's Chili Parlor again (yes, again. I popped that sombish in as soon as I got it from Amazon)...going to see Zombieland...and seeing if I can get my body used to fully functioning on 4-5 hours of sleep a night (or maybe every other night).

So how things been with you?


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