I’m happy today because I found some old pictures that I had long been looking for (you can view them here, here, and here).
When I first started putting pictures on Picasa I went through all the pictures on my computer to organize them and get them ready for uploading. Some were in different places on my hard drive, and many were on my old laptop. But I could not find the pictures I took when on a family vacation to Utah and Arizona to visit the Grand Canyon, Bryce, and Zion National Parks in 2003.
I had thought they were on my laptop but did not find them there. So I then thought I remembered putting them on a CD. I went through every CD in my apartment but did not find it. I had pretty much given up.
So today for some reason I decided to go through all of my CDs and get rid of ones I no longer needed (old backups and such). So I was going through all of my CDs and putting them in the CD drive to check their contents (I’m not very good at labeling; never can find a Sharpie when I need it).
Then, much to my amazement, I came across a blank CD that happened to have my pictures on them. Eureka!
The pictures are not spectacular so there is no reason to get excited about them. But they represented the first time I took a whole bunch of photographs so they had sentimental value. And of course there is the satisfaction of finding something which you have been seeking for a long time.
Been listening to this one a lot, pretty much the whole way through.
This novel was published after the Chilean-Mexican author's death, and I'm not even sure if it was entirely finished or not. It is broken up into five parts which, while connected, stand pretty much on there own. I have not yet made it to the grim part about the murders of hundreds of women in Mexico, so I have so far found it enjoyable and even funny despite some dark underpinnings. It's had a ton of critical praise, and I like it much more than my last foray into the violent novel genre: Blood Meridian.
