An analog interactive infographic.
The last month has put several thousand travel miles under my belt via the weddings of two delightful friends. Both events were beautiful and special and very different, although they both had barbecue (the only barbecue I’ve had in a year and a half). I took a bunch of photos. They might not be my best work with respect to technique (I broke my wrist between the first and second wedding, so I’ll pin some of the blame on the difficulty of operating with a brace), but I sure am glad I have them.
Above, the black and white portraits show the two sides of a serious conversation between Rachel (left) and Marjorie (right). Below them are Marcela and Marjorie (again) in a decidedly less serious moment. Below that and (left) are Marcela and Joaquin. On the right is a picture of Rachel I included because I like imagining a dramatic backstory for her involving the ominous, silhouetted cowboy. Next is a bit of camaraderie between Marjorie and the bride, followed by the least blurry out of the pictures of the three of us that were taken by a fellow wedding guest. Finally, the view from the back porch of the old ranch house where Chapman and I stayed.
Posing as a plant-lizard on the way to a Mayan temple in Mexico.
In an unexpected turn of events, and while enjoying a lovely morning in Dolores Park, I slipped and broke my wrist. I believe the medical term the x-ray technician used was “super broken”. I clutched my wrist to my body and tried not to vomit or pass out as we took a cab to the nearest ER, Davies Medical Center. It was dead quiet there, so I was seen almost immediately.
Above is my first x-ray, which I was made to understand shows that the tops of my radius and ulna are broken into more pieces than there are supposed to be, and that all those pieces are in the wrong place. I have to take their word for it, because I have no idea what I’m looking at (I was expecting something more like this).
They told me that everything being in the wrong place meant that they needed to stretch and bend and snap my arm back into place. I think my exact words were, “Cool. So how many drugs am I going to be on when that happens?” The answer turned out basically just to be a (much appreciated) local anesthetic injected around the bones and some intense hand holding courtesy of Chapman.
I don’t wanna brag, but the words “trooper” and “champ” were thrown around quite a bit. I’m waiting for my merit badge to arrive any day now.
Anyway, now I’m learning to live with a giant splint and only one functional hand. Chapman is much more involved in my hair styling than either of us ever imagined he would be. Let’s just say that the buns were not good. Now that we’re working on braiding, there’s a brighter glimmer of hope.
I’m typing this one-handed and trying not to get frustrated that doing anything in the Adobe suite without my left-handed key shortcuts is impossible. Also included in this post is a picture of my parents’ emotionally unstable cat, June, that I took when I was in Texas a few days ago for my friend Anna’s (lovely) wedding. She seemed Halloween-theme appropriate (the black cat, not Anna).
We went to Lake Tahoe at the end of January. For about 21 hours. We didn’t really have time for a trip, but we wanted to look at snow for a minute since it was supposed to be relatively nearby (snow is a pretty exotic concept for Texans, and “weather” in general doesn’t really seem to happen in San Francisco).
Nero saw snow for the first time, and we were all very, very cold. Noses (at least human ones) were red. Paws had to be frequently de-iced. Clothing choices were regretted. The check engine light came on in protest.
We drove through Donner Pass with the late afternoon sun low in the sky, which was beautiful. It would be an especially devastating place to resort to eating human flesh for survival.
Like many posts, this is old news. I’d apologize, but you’re used to it, right?
If you’re wondering: we stayed at this Airbnb in Carnelian Bay, and it was great. It also cost us about a sixth of the going rate for a hotel room in the area.
P.S. Here’s one of the dozens of images that ultimately resulted from that project (this one specifically from the way the screw travels down an incline (when doused in ink, then digitized, then manipulated):