No need to be so smug about it
As you know, I’ve been working on the HS Tourney website for the last couple months. Well, last week I had finally gotten it to a state of ‘almost done’. The Add and Search functions were working. The forums were almost there. It was getting close. And Chris was getting antsy. By Thursday he was really pushing me to get the site up. Telling me not to worry about it being perfect. Ha! easy for him to say! So, when I should have been packing on Friday, I was moving the site from my local server to the hosting server. And the site is now (a)live and kicking! Check it out – www.hstourney.com There are still a few things to tweak and pictures to add, but Bob is happy and coaches across the land have begun to add tournaments. And Chris was of course right – getting it pushed up before the long weekend allowed me to relax and enjoy the weekend. Damn it.
Only dead fish go with the flow
That was painted on a sidewalk on the University of Michigan campus when I attended x number of years ago. Well this week I embraced my inner-dead fish.
Tuesday night I drove downtown to the Urban Hive bldg with 8 framed prints in my car and visions of level loveliness dancing in my head. It was time to hang the Vox show! 6 of my photos are identically sized, matted and framed. They look fantastic and I pictured them all lined up in a nice tidy row on a large wall. Well, that’s not quite how things ended up. By the time I arrived, several prime hanging locations were already claimed. But I managed to get the long outside brick wall. Score! The photos would look great against the dark red bricks. The only problem was that the building owner has put a moratorium on anyone adding any more nails to the brick wall. You have to use whatever nails are already there. I understand the reasoning behind the decision, but… the nails that are currently in the wall? Not so evenly placed and nowhere near level. My pictures rose up and down like they were bouncing over random speed bumps. And the light kind of falls off at the left end of the wall. So, I moved frame #6 and the 2 extra images I brought to another section of the brick wall with one frame hanging about a foot lower than is reasonable. Ok. That was not how I envisioned things. I considered my options. I could deal with it or move everything to an interior wall in back. I chose to kiss that dead fish right on the mouth. The photos still looked great – I decided they looked like they were riding a gentle wave. Lawrence said they reminded him of music. Suddenly I was totally at peace with things. And done. Which meant I was free to spend the rest of the evening help others. Sweet. The show is going to be awesome! And the Artist Reception is tomorrow night! Now the big question is – what am I going to wear?!
And hey, you would think that my brain would be a tranquil oasis now that the site is up and the show is hung. Wrong. The next-in-line panic item just moved right on into that recently vacated spot at the front of my brain. Next up – teaching yoga Monday night!