Apparently, I am opposed to posing for pictures in which I might look normal.

Case in point:

I don’t know what happens. Someone points a camera at me and my instinct is to make a weird face at them.

I need to learn to be more stoic. Like my office mate, Mr. Owl. He’s reserved and very photogenic. When people point a camera in his direction, he always tries to look his best.

Even when celebrating holidays.

Like Martin Luther King Jr.’s birthday. Mr. Owl is a very big civil rights advocate.

Or when he prepares for the next holiday, Groundhog’s Day. Mr. Owl is totally over winter.

Mr. Owl is kind of pissed off at me for forgetting to capture him in his New Year’s Hat. He looked very handsome. Stylish.

Oh well. One day I will perhaps look as good as Mr. Owl, but somehow, I doubt it.

Have a good weekend, everyone!

Take good pictures

I am suffering from mega cabin fever.

For the life of me, I cannot shake my cold. The sore throat, body aches and fever are long gone, but the cough just won’t quit. It’s down deep in my chest and periodically I just have a coughing attack.

Due to the cough, I haven’t been able to get in cardio, and it is totally bumming me out. I’m all psyched to start up training for the Bay to Breakers, but with this cough, it just isn’t possible. I don’t know how many of you have this problem, but when I have a cough that deep, exercise seems to set it off. All I’ve been able to do is walk, and the other day even that sparked an episode.

Due to still feeling under the weather, I’ve been trapped in my apartment. I had plans to visit with a friend tonight, but he canceled because he is sick too.

Seriously, these colds have got to GO!

I had wanted to go out and try to play with my new toy, but haven’t been able to yet. Only had a chance to mess around with food photography in between episodes of Degrassi Junior High.

Don’t judge.

Trader Joe’s Chickenless Nuggets, bbq sauce and Broccoli/Cauliflower mix (roasted)

Steel cut oats made with water, skim milk, banana and chia seeds. Topped with TJ’s Sunflower Seed Butter, Crofter’s and some butterscotch chips. I also had one of my Harry and David pears.

Still have no idea what I’m doing, but I did take the camera off of auto mode and played with white balance and ISO. You should have seen some of my photo fails!

Any idea how to kick a persistent cough? I am so over it!

I don’t know how you feel about waiting, but I find it very difficult.

I have a history of anxiety disorders (social and general). I’ve never really talked about that here before. Truthfully, at this stage in my life it’s barely noticeable. I’ve developed many coping mechanisms and frankly, I’ve just opened up and grown a lot in recent years.

Sometimes, however, there are things I have issues with.

Like waiting.

I’m not good at it. Be it for people, doctor’s appointments, movies or whatever. It’s just torture. The worst is waiting for a delivery. I hate doing it. I obsessively track them.

“Oh look, it’s in Poughkeepsie! Wait…why is it there? It shipped from Santa Clara?!”

I also have a problem where I can’t go on with my regular day if I’m waiting.

“Clean the dishes? No, I don’t think I can…I’m waiting for a package!”

Normally, I don’t have to deal with this issue. I ship everything to my job. There is always someone sitting in the lobby, capable of signing for the package and calling my office when it has arrived. I can operate as normal. Unfortunately, this week I have three days off, so I had to have the box shipped directly to my apartment.

UPS delivers between the hours of 9am and 7pm. This was going to be a long day.

I essentially checked out the window every five minutes or at any time when it sounded like a large vehicle was outside. At one point I looked out and while I didn’t see any big trucks, I did see this:

They know I’m in here. They’re discarding chucks outside my window!

Anyway, I waited for hours. Literally all day. The driver showed up at 6:52pm. Nice. 8 minutes to spare.


It scares the hell out of me.

I don’t know how to use it at all.

I did exactly what one would do in this situation.

Blind your cat with the flash because you didn’t realize it was on.

Then proceed by annoying your cat by taking picture after picture all in auto modes because you are too scared to try anything out and too tired from waiting to read about what you should do.

“Wake-y wake-y, Cosie!”

“Don’t give me the stink-eye, Cos! You wake me up every morning long before my alarm does. It’s payback!”

“No! No time for a shower! Entertain the people at home!”

“Um. Okay. Yeah. I forgot who I was talking to. As you were.”

So I have no idea what I’m doing with this monstrous thing, but hopefully there will be some kind of learning curve and I will get brave enough to take it off of AUTO in the near future.

How are you with waiting? Are you a package tracking stalker too?

It’s possible that my co-workers may think I’m insane.

Actually, I’m fairly sure of it.

As you all know, I receive CSA boxes on a bi-weekly basis. Greenhearts delivers on Thursdays. When I have Thursdays off I bring my box inside and head straight to the back porch so that I can photograph its contents for the blog. I’m not sure if CSA box contents are particularly interesting to other people, but I just like sharing with you what I’m eating. In addition to that last part, I also love getting recipe suggestions from you all, as some of the things I get in the box are either foods I’ve never cooked myself or foods I’ve never eaten. You guys have good advice and tips, so photographing and posting is a must in my opinion.

On most Thursdays, however, I am not at home. Luckily, I can get my produce delivered to work no problem. After work on Thursdays I usually go hang with one of my favorite work buddies, so he double parks outside of my apartment building while I run in and put my food away. Since I can hardly have a chard and parsnip photo shoot with someone waiting for me outside, I have a problem. Well, not really. I just photograph the fruits and veggies at work.

Don’t worry. I do it on my break. It’s a great idea.

Well, except when my co-worker happens to wander past my open door and sees me on my hands and knees, attempting to artfully stack several red potatoes, and then rearranging them in disgust when they don’t produce the shot I was looking for.

Then it’s not such a great idea. It’s a really embarrassing idea.

I swear, I could hear the laughter in the other room for ten minutes.

Oh well.

At least my mom thinks I’m cool.

I think.

Better call her later and check.

Thursday, November 18, 2010 – CSA Box

spinach avocado

redpeppers  chard

bokchoy  oranges

apples  redpotatoes

redonion  squash



Thursday night ended up being a laid back night with my friend. We played gin rummy and I beat him mercilessly. Then I made him tacos topped with my avocado as a consolation prize.

Well, that and because I was hungry. I love when they throw in an extra avocado!

What is the weirdest thing you’ve been caught doing at work?

(and no, taking food photography isn’t the weirdest thing my co-workers have ever seen me do.)

Today, I ran out of yogurt. Well, technically, YESTERDAY I ran out of yogurt. This meant that I could not enjoy my typical granola bowl for breakfast this morning. I decided that I would allow myself to have a bagel. I love bagels, you see. Garlic ones. With cream cheese, tomatoes, cucumbers, sprouts and avocado. I love them perhaps a little too much. There was a period in there where I was seeking out the perfect bagel every morning. I couldn’t help it. Bagels are delicious.

I wasn’t in the mood for a “fancy” bagel today. Just something simple. For this reason, I skipped going to the cafe that serves my favorite bagel combo and instead just went to the local bagel shop. The bagel shop’s bagels are very tasty, but not the best. No matter. I didn’t need the best. I just needed breakfast.

I placed my order and then it occurred to me that I had my camera in my purse and if I was a good blogger, I would take a few pictures. I tried to take a picture of the available bagels box, but unfortunately, it was a little humid in there and the box seemed a little “steamy”:


I then tried to take a picture of the cream cheese/toppings counter when an employee with a heavy accent gruffly told me, “It’s not allowed!” I shrugged and put my camera away. Truth be told, I didn’t understand why pictures wouldn’t be allowed. I wasn’t taking pictures of the lady making my bagel. I wasn’t taking pictures of the menu. Of the front of the establishment. Of anything except for bagels and cream cheese. I didn’t notice a sign forbidding me from taking pictures either. I mean, there COULD be a sign in there someplace, but I haven’t noticed it. I could understand if this restaurant was really popular and had amazing, scrumptious delights that they were concerned would be stolen by competing establishments.

Kind of like what happened when Slugworth stole confectionary secrets from Willy Wonka:



**In case you haven’t seen the Gene Wilder version of the movie, this guy turned out not to be Slugworth, but instead one of Mr. Wonka’s own employees who was helping him figure out who really was the child who deserved his factory. Just pretend it really is Slugworth, okay?**

As far as I can tell, this bagel shop’s secrets consist of:


Bagels, your choice of cream cheese…


…and tomatoes for an extra $0.50.

Have there ever been restaurants or businesses that rained on your picture taking plans?

Now, if you have read my blog, you probably have had this thought cross your mind:

“I like this chic. She’s pretty cool, and she has fantabulous taste in shoes. However, what is with this woman’s pictures?! They’re HORRIBLE! Doesn’t she have eyes? Doesn’t she see how bad this all really is? How does she have the nerve to put this crap up on the internet? I mean, really…”

Ok. You’ve probably not put as much thought into me and my sad, sad pictures. But I have.

I have a real camera. It is a Canon PowerShot SD600. I got it for Christmas in 2007, and it has been a really nice camera. I’m a casual photographer, so really, I don’t need huge lenses and all sorts of fancy pants features. Frankly, “real” cameras freak me out, as I don’t understand how they work. At all. At any rate, it isn’t a bad camera, but it is a few years old now. It’s getting slow. It’s only a 6.0 megapixel. Point and shoot cameras have advanced a bit since it came out. Despite this, of course, it still beats the crap out of the sad camera I have on my iPhone 3GS.

So of course you’re wondering: Then why aren’t you taking the pictures for your blog with your REAL camera then, stupid?!

Because I really am stupid, I lost the cord. Oops.

You see, I lent my camera to my friend when he went on his annual vacation to Michigan. When he came back, he wanted his pictures (duh), and I didn’t want them on my computer, so I brought the cord to work so I could burn him a disc with his photos on it. Somehow, though I don’t know how, the cord got misplaced. It isn’t at home. It isn’t at work. It is nowhere. Sadness.

So I know I could’ve bought a replacement, but I started thinking. Mmmm. New camera! Problem is that I’m broke. So, no new camera. I went back in forth in my head for awhile, trying to decide if I could justify upgrading and shoving the expense on a credit card. The whole time, I kept hoping I would instead, find the missing cord. Well, time has passed. I can’t justify the expense and I haven’t found the cord. I brought my camera with me today, so I can hit up Radio Shack and get a new cable.

But since I’m here, on a break, playing with my camera (and my work’s camera happens to be a Canon with the same cord), let me introduce you to my office buddies:

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The froggies, Cowboy ducky, turtles, and teddy bears…

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Mr. Owl and the penguins….

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And their toys….

I work at a weird, weird place. It’s true.

I’m writing this on Windows Live Writer, btw, and it blows all of the editors I’ve tried out of the water. How I HATE when Microsoft does something right. I have got to find an option for the Mac that isn’t awful, or I will be forced to install XP on my baby…just for Live Writer….boy….