Coney Island
May. 31st, 2005 11:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
taylweaverThere's something redeeming about a digital camera. With a regular camera, especially a disposable one, I have to weigh the worth of the picture against using up 1/27th of my film and then paying to develop the photo. With a digital, I can try the same photo as many times as I want, knowing that I can still take 200 more, and that, if I don't like it, I can delete it. There's a certain freedom that comes with having my new camera - knowing there is always another picture, knowing I lose nothing but a few seconds of battery.
I guess it's related to taking risks - the digital camera gives me a sort of safety net. In a way, it lets me take more risks because I know there won't be any consequences - and it is nice to feel safe when taking risks and trying out new things. Safety nets are important.
Anyway, Coney Island was fun - thank you to Y for dragging us out there. It was great to walk barefoot on the sand - yet another risk I was willing to take! And I survived it unharmed, I am pleased to say - though the sand is going to be in my shoes all summer - and it was great to snap fun photos - I think I took more than a roll of film worth, which, as I said, was liberating. And it was also great to just lay on Y's special sand-repelling beach blanket and doze off - and also yell at AB for her lack of self-restraint in regard to a certain DVD....
I was lying there, thinking about what we could do later, remembering that M had lent us two Firefly DVD's, and there were a few episodes left, then remembering I thought I had left them at AB's apartment. So I asked her. And the exchange went something like this:
Me: Wait- I left Firefly at your apartment, didn't I.
AB: Yes.
Me, suddenly remembering how bad this could be: Did you watch any of it?
AB, with one of her trying-to-be-innocent-but-really-confessing-her-guilt grins that I can sense even though her face is toward the super-blanket, so i really can't see it: Yes.
Me: AB - how much did you watch?
AB: A little... (more grinning.)
Me: How much did you watch?
AB: A little
This exchange repeated itself a few more times, with AB burying her grinning face further and further into the blanket, and her grin dissolving into laughter. She eventually admitted to two episodes, in that cutesie little, "how can you be angry at me" voice.
Yes, it worked. It is very hard to scold someone when you can't keep a straight face! (I hope I do better with my future students) I hit her a bunch of times with my beach hat, but really, I was just laughing too hard to be angry.
AB's excuse? she has no self-restraint. I don't think she even really apologized. I think she just admitted to succumbing to temptation, and used that as justification - and I let her! Maybe because it was just so her. Because I was so not surprised.
And you wonder why she is the evil one...
She did, however, agree that she deserves to be punished. I feel very little need to punish her, but I also feel I should not indulge this little weakness of hers. As such, I have decided that it is only fair to let everyone else laugh at or with her. (I hope with her, because at her might be a bit severe.) AB, consider yourself punished. (and go back to work - exercise some self-restraint :) - you know you can. You did on the train - and stop reading this til your lunch break - and do let me know if you feel I should delete this. You're probably the first one reading it anyway...)
Anyway, Coney Island was fun. Even if it was not Y's idea of an ideal beach experience. It was certainly a convenient one, and a really great day off.
I guess it's related to taking risks - the digital camera gives me a sort of safety net. In a way, it lets me take more risks because I know there won't be any consequences - and it is nice to feel safe when taking risks and trying out new things. Safety nets are important.
Anyway, Coney Island was fun - thank you to Y for dragging us out there. It was great to walk barefoot on the sand - yet another risk I was willing to take! And I survived it unharmed, I am pleased to say - though the sand is going to be in my shoes all summer - and it was great to snap fun photos - I think I took more than a roll of film worth, which, as I said, was liberating. And it was also great to just lay on Y's special sand-repelling beach blanket and doze off - and also yell at AB for her lack of self-restraint in regard to a certain DVD....
I was lying there, thinking about what we could do later, remembering that M had lent us two Firefly DVD's, and there were a few episodes left, then remembering I thought I had left them at AB's apartment. So I asked her. And the exchange went something like this:
Me: Wait- I left Firefly at your apartment, didn't I.
AB: Yes.
Me, suddenly remembering how bad this could be: Did you watch any of it?
AB, with one of her trying-to-be-innocent-but-really-confessing-her-guilt grins that I can sense even though her face is toward the super-blanket, so i really can't see it: Yes.
Me: AB - how much did you watch?
AB: A little... (more grinning.)
Me: How much did you watch?
AB: A little
This exchange repeated itself a few more times, with AB burying her grinning face further and further into the blanket, and her grin dissolving into laughter. She eventually admitted to two episodes, in that cutesie little, "how can you be angry at me" voice.
Yes, it worked. It is very hard to scold someone when you can't keep a straight face! (I hope I do better with my future students) I hit her a bunch of times with my beach hat, but really, I was just laughing too hard to be angry.
AB's excuse? she has no self-restraint. I don't think she even really apologized. I think she just admitted to succumbing to temptation, and used that as justification - and I let her! Maybe because it was just so her. Because I was so not surprised.
And you wonder why she is the evil one...
She did, however, agree that she deserves to be punished. I feel very little need to punish her, but I also feel I should not indulge this little weakness of hers. As such, I have decided that it is only fair to let everyone else laugh at or with her. (I hope with her, because at her might be a bit severe.) AB, consider yourself punished. (and go back to work - exercise some self-restraint :) - you know you can. You did on the train - and stop reading this til your lunch break - and do let me know if you feel I should delete this. You're probably the first one reading it anyway...)
Anyway, Coney Island was fun. Even if it was not Y's idea of an ideal beach experience. It was certainly a convenient one, and a really great day off.
