T3#2: 10 Things I Hate About Wannabe Photographers
<p style="text-align: center;"><img class="aligncenter" style="margin: 0px auto 0px; cursor: hand; width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.photography-colleges.org/wp-content/themes/hello_d_wp/hello_d/images/photography.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></p> <div style="font-style: italic; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;"> <p style="text-align: center;">image borrowed from <a href="http://http://www.photography-colleges.org/wp-content/themes/hello_d_wp/hello_d/images/photography.jpg/">Photography Colleges</a></p> </div> <p style="text-align: justify;">Eight years in the beauty business has taught me one singular thing: there is no such thing as mediocrity. You're either just beautiful or you're not; just ugly or not. Plain is a white polo, or a place where you plant rice, not a beauty standard.</p> <p style="text-align: justify;">The same, I guess, goes for people who call themselves "photographers." With the advent of new technology (read: digital photography, and the countless list of "cam-whatevers" - from phone cams to mp3 cams, etc.) more and more people are getting into the realm of photography. But few, I declare, are worthy to be called photographers. It's meshing a great eye with technical savvy; clicking at that right moment whilst making sure one has prepared that perfect moment to begin with.</p> <p style="text-align: justify;">Let me keep this simple. The title says it all.</p> <p style="text-align: justify;"><div class="qodef-more-link-container"><a itemprop="url" href="https://www.riccichan.com/2009/04/10-things-i-hate-about-wannabe-photographers/#more-17" target="_self" class="qodef-btn qodef-btn-medium qodef-btn-solid"> <span class="qodef-btn-text">Continue reading</span> </a></div></p>
Secure Empty Trash.
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://petitinvention.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/stinky_trash-petitinvention.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img class="aligncenter" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 0px; text-align: center; cursor: hand; width: 320px;" src="http://petitinvention.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/stinky_trash-petitinvention.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></p> <p style="font-style: italic; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;">image borrowed from <a href="http://petitinvention.wordpress.com/">PetitInvention</a></p> <p style="text-align: justify;">I've always held a great respect for tenure. In fact, my life is filled with positions that are held for long periods of time: my family I've had all my life; my real friends are at least a decade old; exes last at the very least 9 months (or at least long enough to get someone pregnant); careers are several years in the making; even crushes (the palpable ones at least), I've kept for more than 365 days, and so on. The same thing goes for things I hold in great value -- my grade school exams, the first notebook I bought in Europe, pens I got on sale during high school, and love letters I received from relationships of yore (read: 1990) -- all these are still stored in a locked place in my house waiting for the day I decide to re-file them, or finally throw them away.<div class="qodef-more-link-container"><a itemprop="url" href="https://www.riccichan.com/2008/11/secure-empty-trash/#more-14" target="_self" class="qodef-btn qodef-btn-medium qodef-btn-solid"> <span class="qodef-btn-text">Continue reading</span> </a></div></p>
Mercury And The Rain
I HATE the rain.<div class="qodef-more-link-container"><a itemprop="url" href="https://www.riccichan.com/2008/09/mercury-and-the-rain/#more-11" target="_self" class="qodef-btn qodef-btn-medium qodef-btn-solid"> <span class="qodef-btn-text">Continue reading</span> </a></div>
MasterCard Moments
<p style="text-align: justify;">There are some things money can't buy. Sure, you can think of "precious" memories, "loving" moments, even "embarrassing" anecdotes to name a few. More important for me, though, are those little details in life that, no matter what you do, you will never get back; things you wish you could have just paid some money to hang on to, or even keep forever. Those memories, those moments, those anecdotes you wish you could put in a small box and lock up for God knows how long.<div class="qodef-more-link-container"><a itemprop="url" href="https://www.riccichan.com/2008/09/mastercard-moments/#more-8" target="_self" class="qodef-btn qodef-btn-medium qodef-btn-solid"> <span class="qodef-btn-text">Continue reading</span> </a></div></p>
The Difference Between Subtlety And Crap
<p style="text-align: justify;">Abstinence, as defined by the dictionary, is a noun that refers to the act or practice of refraining from indulging an appetite, or the practice of choosing not to do something one would like. It requires an absoluteness of perspective, and is never a whimsical forethought, as in the case of "abstaining" from white chocolate, and not from dark; there is no such thing. It is never balanced, nor is it borne out of vague profundities; it is definitive, bound, and a slave to its own end. It is the nonreturnable fruit from the Garden of Good & Evil, and has never been part of the vocabulary to which "annulment" and "divorce" belong to. It is black or white, and never seen in tones, and will never be an "or" or "but." It simply "is."<div class="qodef-more-link-container"><a itemprop="url" href="https://www.riccichan.com/2008/09/the-difference-between-subtlety-and-crap/#more-7" target="_self" class="qodef-btn qodef-btn-medium qodef-btn-solid"> <span class="qodef-btn-text">Continue reading</span> </a></div></p>