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Saturday, February 9, 2008
Tallahassee Plane Crash
So I'm sure everyone has heard about the plane crash by now, and if you haven't: A plane crashed last night. I went and took some pictures of what I could see, take a look.
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The Glades! The Glades! The Glades are on fire!
So for the past day or so the Everglades have been burning. One news report I saw estimated 20,000 acres burnt. That's 31 and 1/4 square miles, or in even simpler terms: a lot. The smoke can be seen and smelt across the entire county, probably even further. I decided last night to go out there on my way home from work and take some pictures of the fire, what I could see of it.
I got a few really cool shots, mostly consisting of large billowing clouds of smoke rising from the ground. I always seemed to miss when the fire would flare up and was actually visible above the saw grass. My favorite shots from last night are the really wide shots with the sun setting behind the rising smoke. They look really foreboding, like the sun might not rise again or something.
It also occurred to me that I seem to only ever take pictures of things that are on fire. Back in September, Royce and I stumbled upon a warehouse in downtown Tally that was burning. We went and shot some pictures there, and I handed them off to the Tallahassee Democrat which published two of them with their article about the incident. It was exciting.
Anyway, if you are so inclined as to want to see the photos from either event, you should go to my Picasa Web space and check them out.
I got a few really cool shots, mostly consisting of large billowing clouds of smoke rising from the ground. I always seemed to miss when the fire would flare up and was actually visible above the saw grass. My favorite shots from last night are the really wide shots with the sun setting behind the rising smoke. They look really foreboding, like the sun might not rise again or something.
It also occurred to me that I seem to only ever take pictures of things that are on fire. Back in September, Royce and I stumbled upon a warehouse in downtown Tally that was burning. We went and shot some pictures there, and I handed them off to the Tallahassee Democrat which published two of them with their article about the incident. It was exciting.
Anyway, if you are so inclined as to want to see the photos from either event, you should go to my Picasa Web space and check them out.
Monday, April 9, 2007
I am always right
I think some bragging is in order, based on the outcome of my Real Estate Sales Associate Licensing course.
First a little background, the Course is 63 hours, 60 hours of instruction concluding with a 3 hour in-class exam. The exam is 100 multiple choice questions based on the rules, regulations, terminologies, and math that you would need to know in order to pass the state licensing exam and actually provide what they call the "Services of Real Estate". The 30 some-odd members of the class I was in (including my dad) and I started our exam at 3:05 two Sundays ago. We had all of 3 hours to do our 100 questions. I took a deep breath and began.
I looked up from my test after bubbling in the 100th question to find that it was only 3:55. A mere 50 minutes later, the proctor stared at me like I had just "Christmas treed" my way through it. I threw her a confident thumbs-up and left the room to have my exam graded.
As I waltzed into the office where the course instructor was waiting to hand grade the exams, she looked up from her book and said "Oh my God, your done already?! Do NOT take the state exam this quickly, its much trickier." I reply with a "Sure, I won't, can you grade this?" She overlaid her answer key over my answer sheet, and began to scan the pages in search of discrepancies in my answers. About 10 seconds into her search her pen abruptly ceased its scan up and down the field of bubbles and she looked up at me. Verbatim, this woman said to me "Holy shit, you got a fuckin' hundred!"
Admittedly, I was surprised, spite my confidence in my performance. On a side note, my dad got an 84. I'm pretty sure that my being able to trump what the state considers to be a 3 hours test in a mere 50 minutes entitles me to some colossal bragging rights.
First a little background, the Course is 63 hours, 60 hours of instruction concluding with a 3 hour in-class exam. The exam is 100 multiple choice questions based on the rules, regulations, terminologies, and math that you would need to know in order to pass the state licensing exam and actually provide what they call the "Services of Real Estate". The 30 some-odd members of the class I was in (including my dad) and I started our exam at 3:05 two Sundays ago. We had all of 3 hours to do our 100 questions. I took a deep breath and began.
I looked up from my test after bubbling in the 100th question to find that it was only 3:55. A mere 50 minutes later, the proctor stared at me like I had just "Christmas treed" my way through it. I threw her a confident thumbs-up and left the room to have my exam graded.
As I waltzed into the office where the course instructor was waiting to hand grade the exams, she looked up from her book and said "Oh my God, your done already?! Do NOT take the state exam this quickly, its much trickier." I reply with a "Sure, I won't, can you grade this?" She overlaid her answer key over my answer sheet, and began to scan the pages in search of discrepancies in my answers. About 10 seconds into her search her pen abruptly ceased its scan up and down the field of bubbles and she looked up at me. Verbatim, this woman said to me "Holy shit, you got a fuckin' hundred!"
Admittedly, I was surprised, spite my confidence in my performance. On a side note, my dad got an 84. I'm pretty sure that my being able to trump what the state considers to be a 3 hours test in a mere 50 minutes entitles me to some colossal bragging rights.
To Boldly Go...
For the two or three of you who knew me in high school, you know this isn't my first blog. I had a Deadjournal for a long time, from like freshman year until I gradually stopped using it at the beginning of senior year. Since then there hasn't been much outlet for my daily thoughts and rantings. With the somewhat recent and very messy breakup of me and Kat, I decided that perhaps having this outlet would again prove useful to me.
To those of you who never read my deadjournal in high school, you should be forewarned that while I do pride myself with my being able to compose an intelligent thought and transcribe such a thought into the written word, I am also a strong believer (and therefore user) of such words as damn, ass, shit, pussy, twat, douche bag, and fuck (and all its many many variants). Short and sweet: you should know I curse like a sailor.
So stay tuned, I'll try to post once a week as a therapeutic outlet for my displeasure with the world, and whenever it suits me to gloat about something positive as well...
To those of you who never read my deadjournal in high school, you should be forewarned that while I do pride myself with my being able to compose an intelligent thought and transcribe such a thought into the written word, I am also a strong believer (and therefore user) of such words as damn, ass, shit, pussy, twat, douche bag, and fuck (and all its many many variants). Short and sweet: you should know I curse like a sailor.
So stay tuned, I'll try to post once a week as a therapeutic outlet for my displeasure with the world, and whenever it suits me to gloat about something positive as well...
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