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vscocam: the filters

Apr
5

I haven’t showered in 4 days. For real. That’s how busy, crazy, popular, in demand that I am, and not a reflection of my laziness. ha ha ha ha ha!

Today, I’m going to add on to my vscocam basics. We’re covering just the filters, woo hoo! Let’s save fine-tune editing for another time. I know I said it was only going to be 2 posts, but I hate making mega posts that make people want to die. I don’t want you to die. I want you to live. And I want you to know what the hell you’re doing with your camera app. It’s my service to humanity.

So anyway, back to the point….filters. We’re going to look at some examples, and this is our original photo:

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Angry Baker’s Instagram Rules

Feb
7

I’ve cornered several people and given them my instagram speech. It’s sort of a pet peeves, best-use scenario rant. It’s good, trust me. A couple of weeks ago, Magic Hands unknowingly walked into my impassioned spiel. She laughed at me in that way she does – it’s sort of a scoff that means she thinks you’re being ridiculous. Funny, but ridiculous. (Magic Hands uses her laugh to communicate more than any person I’ve ever met – but I don’t think it’s intentional.) And then she said, “Sounds like you need to to write down your Instagram rules.” Which of course made me realize what a control freak I was being, but it also sounded like a good idea. But then I forgot til the other day when I was recounting this incident to TSG on the phone, which of course, included my personal views on Instagram posting. TSG agreed that I needed to get it down in writing, since I’ve got such specific parameters. And everybody loves to be told how to use their media. So here is your user guide, should you find yourself in a posting quandary:

1. 2-3 posts a day, max. Only more if you are doing something super cool. (Super cool is not your kid eating play doh)

2. Hashtags are your friend. They are nifty file folders where everything with that #subject is filed away. So you can look at #cake, or #skyporn, or #charmingbeard. Whatever floats your boat. Also, if you add a location, then you can see all of the pics from that spot. Fun! Use hashtags sparingly. The whole 20 hashtags for #tagsforlikes is a bit much.

3. Stop taking pictures of your feet. It’s been done. (The exception being super cool new shoes.)

4. Food pics are a YES. But, you have to be careful. A lot of badly lit food looks like barf or poop close up. I don’t wanna see that.

5. Kid pics – YES. there’s a lot of leniency in this category. But it’s like food – no barf or poop. And PS – probably not a good idea for nakey pics to be in the public domain.

6. Beach pics – YES. (see #3) I mean, can we really get enough landscapes?

7. Pets – rarely, unless you have created some sort of awesome feed like #findmomo, that’s fun for everyone. Pets are mostly just cute to you, not the rest of us. And it’s really weird when you post more pics of your pets than your kids. (Perhaps some day we can all discuss the insanity that is animals getting more respect than human beings. Portlandia, ftw)

8. Non-violent criminal activity – YES. Just don’t tag me.

9. Injuries – only from far away. No close ups. I don’t wanna see that.

10. Yourself, #selfie. I just don’t know about this one. I feel uncomfortable with my once a week #sundaythreads, but I think the younger crowd is okay with doing this ALL OF THE TIME. Which is good, because in the last five minutes, I forgot what you looked like.

(Having written that all out and posting it, I am fairly certain someone will post 10 pics of their feet on a beach standing over kid or dog poop with 40 hashtags. You know who you are.)

That’s it! 10 simple rules to guide you through a nuanced Instagram experience. And as I always say to MB, “Instagram that crap!” (but really no crap, please)

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hintapalooza

Jan
3

I love MB. You all know he’s a great guy. And generally MB gets me the good stuff. He’s good with planning surprise trips, flying in my friends for the weekend, the perfect anniversary earrings that become a staple, and gifts for no reason other than he thought of me. Really, he makes most guys look bad. Well, this Christmas he failed me. #manfail.

MB got me a taser for Christmas.

A TASER.

We had agreed not to get each other anything, but he always ignores that, and the 16 year old girl in me that always thought she would get a car – she was hoping it was an iPhone 5. Anyway, Christmas morning rolls around and we’ve each got 2 presents to our name and an assortment of drawings and ribbons that the girls “gifted” us over and over again, and it’s finally my time to open his package. He prefaces my initial tear by saying, “I hope you never have to use this.” I stopped and tried to compose myself. I knew in that instant that he had bought me a weapon. A weapon. There is nothing wrong with his love of defense, but it is HIS love of defense. I will carry a taser gun, but I don’t want to receive it as a gift.

He Homered me. A big ol’ bowling ball with Homer engraved on it wrapped with a ribbon for Marge.

So, my birthday is next week and I am going to be clear. I do not want any weapons, or exercise related gifts, or slinky things, or books. OR weapons. Did I mention that? (Also keep in mind my deep sorrow regarding the lack of dance party this year.)  Here is a nice round up of things for the Angriest of Bakers:

1. THE NIKON D800. I dream big, baby.
2. Incase DSLR sling pack.
3. the Photojojo handstrap in leather.
4. it’s all about the camera. I’m the worst.
5. portable iphone charger. chevron.
6. Bed Stu boot
7. I love all of the geometric studs in this etsy shop.
8. Wonderwoman cuffs. 2, please.
9. Jeffrey Campbell Lee Boot
10. Not pictured: A cake. A chocolate one. Figure it out.

Pretty much it has to be black, camera or iphone related, or gold. If all else fails, go for the skull.

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Note to Self

Jun
14

I’ve had 3 photo shoots since the goPro workshop. Okay, they were all my friends, but I’m counting them anyway. Every time I do a shoot – something will go wrong or not as planned, and I’ve got to adapt. And I should not be stupid. Sometimes I do stupid things.

Rookie mistakes committed thus far:

  • dead battery
  • did not check location for gigantic Greek food festival sign adorning bridge arch (Surprise!)
  • started shoot during game arrival time
  • oops, no memory card
  • did not push annoying sax man off bridge when I had the chance

So now, I’ve got a back up battery, memory card, and I know that it’s much better to get photos of people when 100s of people are not trying to cross the bridge. Start after the game starts!

(As for you, Annoying Sax Man, heckling and jumping in my pics – next time I won’t be so nice.)

Now I just need some new victims volunteers willing to brave my learning curve. Practice makes perfect!

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I’m a Survivor

Apr
11

There’s a reason we have The Griswalds. The reason is that family trips/vacations are sometimes pure hell, and we need to see that other people have suffered in the same way we have. All parents like to maintain a high martyrdom score.

Our long weekend in DC was not horrible, but it was …. uncomfortable at times. Everyone was together. ALL THE TIME. Bathroom breaks became a source of serenity and meditation, sun protection improvisation became an art, and a few times we just did what the 3 year old said to keep her from pitching a fit. You’re welcome, DC tourists, for our polite consideration of your experience. Here’s what we’ve come to learn as a family of multiple ages, different interests, and varying degrees of bladder control (with the glamorous photos to illustrate):

1. Prepare. For instance, if you are going somewhere in the Spring and you check the weather ahead of time like the good person you are, remember that sometimes the day starts at 45 degrees before it gets up to the advertised 68. Otherwise you will end up walking around cold while your kid huddles under your sweater. Or you will forfeit your hat to the 10 year old to block the sun. Or you will end up sunburned with no aloe or sunblock for the next day. So sometimes packing light, doesn’t pay off. I only redeemed myself by remembering the Easter baskets. I’m not all bad.

      

2. Always take the grandparents. Or meet the grandparents. Or travel with another family so you can swap kid time for adult time. This is the first trip where we have not done that, and we noticed. We took sanity breaks in the evening to go out by ourselves while the other parent stayed in the room with the monkeys – that was our solution this trip.

3. Get 2 rooms. Normally this is what we do and we don’t end up feeling so desperate. Easter weekend didn’t provide us with many options. (I like Residence Inns that way we can shut them in the bedroom while we stay in the sitting area.) It also means that you are not woken up in the night by kids falling out of bed, loud yelling kick fights, cover wars, or random dream screaming. [click to continue…]

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37 Reasons to Love You

Mar
27

1. you are helpful
2. you walk like a ninja
3. you dance like a white guy
4. you are really impressed with your own feet
5. you spell things differently all the time
6. you don’t watch sports
7. you cannot say no to a cookie. Or five, or six, or…
8. you pack snacks for me so no one has to suffer
9. you kill the spiders
10. you strike a killer wrestling pose
11. you don’t cry or whine
12. you remember how to explain cellular division
13. you act like my craziness is endearing
14. motorcycle rides require appropriate facial hair
15. when I can’t sleep you massage my feet
16. you try so hard to be accidentally funny
17. you are not complicated. ever.
18. you have a working knowledge of a variety of subjects. Read: you are the b.s. master!
19. you bring me chocolate cake from Legume
20. you are in denial about your love of country music
21. you know how to slice cheese so accurately
22. “You only have to know more than the people you’re talking to.”
23. you can add super fast
24. you are never embarrassed to wear your ridiculous sun hats
25. you are super calm in emergencies
26.  “it’s coming down on us!!!”
27. you are a great thinker
28. you do not have ring worm
29. you always try to figure out how to do it yourself
30. you like Dowton Abbey as much as I do
31. St. Thomas, Paris, and Amsterdam
32. you always try to catch the early flight to get home
33. you try really hard to stay awake when I’m talking to you late at night
34. you cannot tell me a lie
35. you are loyal
36. you write really sappy love letters
37. you are good, and kind, and true

Happy Birthday MB. You’re getting more distinguished every year ;)

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Happy Love Day

Feb
14

I was going to post about my adventure in crafting yesterday. See these cute little fleece hearts? Well, they were cute until after this picture was taken and then I started sewing and butchered them all. Turned ‘em into little kidney like things that made MB laugh out loud when I showed him, and not in an isn’t-that-adorable way, think more what-the-hell-are-you-doing way. We’ll talk craft failure another day.

The good thing about Valentine’s Day is that it’s cool to celebrate all kinds of love. Kid love, classmate love, grand-kid love, super mad crazy love, stupid love, chocolate love, shoe love, and plain old Love Love.

I believe you know my four true loves. Here are some other things I love, in honor of Love Day:

i love good conversation
i love making my bed
i love hearing my kids play and laugh (from a distance)
i love baking smells, but i love chocolate the most
i love funny stories
i love a well-placed sarcastic remark
i love taking pictures and i love looking at them
i love it when my opinion of someone changes for the better
i love Pittsburgh
i love to sit on the beach and hear the ocean and feel warm
i love the first snow day before anybody goes out to shovel
i love tulips in the spring
i love that first few seconds after i exercise and i’m DONE

I could go on, but you get the idea. One last thing though: I love it when I make a blog connection – either here or somewhere else. It makes the world the right size. Happy Valentine’s Day! I hope you get some lovin.

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This One’s for you, Sel

Jan
27

Meme alert, meme alert. Beep. Beep: 7 Links

Owing to the fact that I truly don’t know if it’s Thursday or Friday and just had to hop over to my google calendar to find out, and that I have nothing funny or snarky to say (well I do, but I have to wait til I can be diplomatic about it), and that I would do anything to avoid any more cleaning, let us review. Okay, I’ll review and you go grab a snack and pin something real quick.

My Most Beautiful Post: Um, I have no clue. Beautiful? I’m all irreverence and navel gazing. But I did go to Paris and Amsterdam last summer.

My Most Popular Post: Hard to say, I’m gonna go with the one that got the most hits from the regular crowd. Shaving my head keeps ‘em coming back.

My Most Controversial Post: Easy. Anything to do with being Mormon. Or not being Mormon anymore. Both of which are fine. But I do not like cats.

My Most Helpful Post: How to use google image search. Seriously, i love searching by image and it has found me so many things and saved me so much time. I therefore assume that you all owe me a big fat thank you.

A Post, The Success Of Which Surprised Me: The one about baby names. It was a total filler post. I remember thinking to myself that it was stupid to even publish it. But apparently you guys want to talk about names.

A Post That Didn’t Get The Attention I Think It Deserved: I suppose the real question is do any of them deserve attention? I really think you guys need to pay more attention to my posts about boogers and farts.I also think you should send me money.

The Post I’m Most Proud Of: Probably the one I deleted from the public domain, because I made myself disclose something meaningful and private. I do have my top ten favorites down at the footer, though I haven’t updated it in a while….. Let’s all just be friends.

And now if you feel moved, or you are lacking in blog post ideas, consider yourself tagged.

You’re it.

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Scheming

Jan
6

Friday. Been thinking about stuff:

1. Save up for a trip around the world or figure out how to work our way through it?

  • Is there no end to my wanderlust?

2. Hire a DJ or make my own playlist?

  • Why is the music I like for dancing so vastly different from the music I like to listen to?

3. What’s the best way to make decisions about what you value the most?

  • Making chocolate chip cookies is a life skill. This is not a question, it just is.

4. If MB takes over as a SAHD, which direction do I go with my education?

  • Will the laundry ever be the same again?

Have a good weekend everybody, and let me know when you get this all sorted out for me. And one last thing….

www.maricormaricar.com

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Observations

Oct
26

Seeing more girls with shaved heads. Me like.

Piling up of jewelry looks trashy to me, yet I find myself doing it lately.

Pinterest is wigging out a lot lately. And being taken over by mormons.

I can only do one hobby at once.

Shorts with tights is not my favorite. I dare say it looks stupid.

I have unwittingly encouraged my kids to add “booty” to their vocabulary.

The droopiness of my right eye is becoming more pronounced, giving me the appearance of a stroke victim. But it sure looks funny when I laugh.

Fur (faux or otherwise) is not a good idea. Nobody rocks the caveman look.

I love Halloween, but I hate my job as The Candy Police.

I get really annoyed when people that are only here temporarily diss or mock my city.

My kids ask me stop singing. Every time. Even the 2 year old.

I worry that my hens feel neglected if I don’t visit with them at least once a day.

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