tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32607582169073212862011-04-21T20:04:19.234-07:00It figures my family would have resided mainly in towns that no longer exist.Amyriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15782011356025477285noreply@blogger.comBlogger171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260758216907321286.post-32691669773090618312009-04-13T13:30:00.001-07:002009-04-13T13:46:28.992-07:00

I'm only doing this now because I have developed a physical aversion to my work. Updating my blog, checking my email, they all give the illusion of accomplishment without making me go anywhere near the stack of orders I have to either send or get ready for pickup. Maybe the graduates in the photographs wouldn't understand my need to avoid them, but I'm trusting that everyone else will.I need a

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Just in case the few people who read this were not aware of the fact: I'm still probably a fair bit heavier than I was the last time I saw you. I am not saying this to elicit sympathy, or to put anyone off, but it seems that my weight is something I'm going to have to post next to my age in any future encounters with fellow human beings.Yes, I am rather angry at the moment. Everyone has a

Amyriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15782011356025477285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260758216907321286.post-26193168107638151282009-03-24T12:17:00.000-07:002009-03-24T12:47:22.557-07:00

Today, in addition to continuing the 25th anniversary of Jeff Nemetz Photography, we are celebrating 55 years of the man himself, my dad. As I think the only thing people have heard from me lately is how much it annoys me to spend 5 days a week or more sharing an office with him, I'm going to take the chance to say something nice about him (albiet in a place he will likely never see it).He was

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I think this is what "normal" is like. I'm at home on a Sunday evening, wrapping up conversations and updates to friends, getting ready for a week of work, and remembering what was really a very nice weekend. I didn't spend two days in front of my computer, editing weddings or schools or frantically trying to figure out where someone's order went so I can avoid their shouting at me on the phone.

Amyriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15782011356025477285noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260758216907321286.post-37587691101061530952009-02-24T21:00:00.001-08:002009-02-24T21:15:18.584-08:00

Had a conversation with Paul this evening about lent. At first I was adamantly of the opinion that since I am no longer a practicing Catholic it would be a bit hypocritical (and useless) of me to decide that I was going to "give something up" for the next 40 days. My experience with lenten promises growing up have always been a lot like New Year's Resolutions- entirely selfish and impossible to

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I have roughly an hour before I drive to Comeaux High School to inflict all manner of photographic horror on their unsuspecting basketball team. That's right, a year after my graduation from LSU with my hard-won creative writing BA, I'm photographing sports teams for Jeff Nemetz Photography. I know anyone reading this will already know that, but some things are just so completely wrong that

Amyriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15782011356025477285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260758216907321286.post-54745639898538779002007-11-24T10:10:00.000-08:002007-11-24T10:17:19.967-08:00

Alright so I'm back. Depression and anxiety don't make for regular blog updates. Angsty scribbling on notebooks during class, but not all the effort of logging in, typing things, hitting that orange publish button...way too much work.Speaking of work, I've actually been doing some. I have turned in all four short stories for my writing workshop, so even if I don't actually finish any of the

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It's not often I read the newspaper cover to cover; after all, there are six free to choose from in front of the library where I work every morning. Today, however, I'm terribly glad I did. There, on page 10A was the story about vandals in Paris, breaking into the Musee D'Orsay and punching a Monet painting. There's something about that that just makes me giggle. Punching Monet, you

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I think I've just buried my father, and he's not exactly dead just yet. This summer I thought up a whimsical little piece of fluff about a little girl who lives next to the city cemetery. A few days ago I decided to use that idea for my second story in my fiction writing class. But I couldn't make it work, nothing that I thought of to happen to this little girl was worth writing about. Then I

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Couple things to report this morning.1. Today is the centennial celebration of LSU's participation in the Federal Government's Depository Program. Yes, I realize that this was the single dullest statement I have ever committed to writing. But there really are some funny things they've pulled out of the dusty, never visited stacks at my job. I mean, come on, it's the U.S. government, just imagine

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I've been thinking a lot lately about the ways we change ourselves for other people. Can knowing the right person at the right time really alter who you become as a person, what values you hold? Does it matter if those people ever know the role that they've played? To a teacher you were just one in a class of thirty, in five classes that term, over a twenty year career; to you he was the

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Navigating the impossibly busy streets around campus, always a joy. Even more fun this semester, as they've finally implemented their plan to keep those damn paying students off the central streets. Instead of driving down the normal sized straight roads to our parking lots, commuters will have to find a way through the labyrinth of one-way and shoulderless, never-meant-to-be-used side streets

Amyriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15782011356025477285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260758216907321286.post-85919464346767076552007-07-26T07:00:00.000-07:002007-07-26T07:08:08.920-07:00

I quit again. Granted, it was a job I should never have taken in the first place, and wouldn't have if I weren't so panic-stricken about the state of my bank account, but there goes another store that I will have to avoid for six months (the usual time it takes for the staff to turn over entirely, or else to forget my face completely). Quit over the phone, too, while she was yelling at me for

Amyriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15782011356025477285noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260758216907321286.post-18901606108370030822007-07-21T11:22:00.000-07:002007-07-21T11:27:33.133-07:00

And it's over. I could've waited a few more years, Jo. Maybe it's the sort of thing a person should have to look forward to after a long and fulfililng life, because for some reason I want to crawl into bed for a week, and I think it's the come-down from the expectation rather than anything in the book itself.

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Dead relatives are far less likely to embarrass you in public. This is my conclusion after two months of research into my family history. First of all, the fact that I am acknowledging any of my family is something that several of my relations will not easily believe. I haven't exactly been subtle in avoiding the yearly gatherings, and I'm quite sure I have several new cousins or in-laws that

Amyriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15782011356025477285noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260758216907321286.post-7856286694967111252007-07-14T11:06:00.000-07:002007-07-14T11:09:28.124-07:00

Alright, as I figure I'll want to tell all of you about my first day at my new job at some point, and as I also figure that if today is any indication I'm going to be comatose whenever I'm not on somebody's clock, I'm going to multitask (a word I have decided today that I loathe deeply) and write it all out while (supposedly) guarding the library basement from fiends.I knew that going from jobs

Amyriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15782011356025477285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260758216907321286.post-77772303696900197242007-07-14T10:51:00.000-07:002007-07-14T11:06:08.627-07:00

After having abandoned my blog/writing scrapbook for over a year I have decided the time has come to hold myself accountable for Amy's executive decree #7,432: Amy will not continue to call herself a writer, or work toward that god damn creative writing degree until she actually picks up a pen or gets to a keyboard and composes something other than an email. I've issued countless of these orders

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