Well, I feel the need to come clean. Back when Time Machine was first introduced into OS X, I found it restrictive and quite useless. In fact, my exact words were: “a complete waste.” It has been some time since that post and we’re now a couple of versions ahead on OS X, but Time Machine remains largely unchanged from the day it was introduced — and quite frankly, I’m okay with that.
Our latest creation.
So I have a lot of catching up to do, but let’s start with first things first. The reason for my prolonged hiatus is the birth of our first baby: Mabel Elise Molanphy. She has been with us now for about five weeks and we have yet to recover from the first week. So the way I figure is that by the time she’s 1 year old, we’ll finally figure out how to eat three meals a day again…maybe. Either way, she’s a cutie and we’re so excited to finally meet her! Some more photos here and here.
The photograph above (as well as the ones on the first link) was taken by our good friend (and co-worker) Bill Raab, and I must say - if you’re looking for photography services, give Bill a call. He’s not only the nicest guy you’ll ever meet, but he’s got talent coming out of his ears! His ability to capture intimate, unscripted moments is truly amazing. See his work at www.exposedtolight.com and hire him! NOW!
That was the only answer I could come up with when trying to find the reason for my recent experience.
When you live in Minnesota, you often hear the phrase “Minnesota nice,” or multiple references to the “passive aggressive” nature of the people here. Personally though, I have been oblivious to these things which I attribute fully to living in New York City for two years - where “passive” simply doesn’t cut it. Yesterday, however, I finally got a clear glimpse of the famous “MN nice” in the flesh! So for those of you who are curious about this midwestern phenomenon, here’s what it is:
(And to be clear - I found it humorous - not offensive, in the least).
Minnesota “nice” is when someone asks a group of 18 people to give you and your pregnant wife a ride to the adjacent parking lot (about 500 feet away) in 20 degree weather, and all eyes immediately start scanning the ceiling, or floor, or anywhere to avoid visual contact.
Nevermind that we had all interacted with each other the previous two hours or so, being all-around socially engaged.
Nevermind that the person who asked the group did so twice before I intervened and explained that I would be walking to the car and bring the car to my wife instead. (Which I happily did…laughing all the way there and back).
So there you have it! I live in Minnesota after all. Love it.
I think I’m one of the few people I know that didn’t grow up watching the muppets and their funny antics. Bummer. Here’s a fun video of their interpretation of Bohemian Rhapsody.
I just received a wonderful surprise from my mentor and friend Scott Franson. He does these intricate and exquisite little illustrations that I have long drooled over and today I received four of these pieces from him. What a great way to end the day!
(Forgive the graininess and overall poor reproductions - I took these with my phone camera).
