There is a special connection with our undergrad school, there is a feeling of home. That should be the case, since for many it was the second home, the place that saw us change from youth to adult.
Last week I was pleasantly surprised when on the magazine from the College of Physical and Mathematical Science I saw my name. It was a simple call out to what I’m currently doing, but it felt good. Thanks to those that pull this information together, it made my day.
A few days ago my wife was talking about a presentation she saw on printing blogs. She thought that it would be a great idea so that we could have those memories in print.
I looked at several different companies that do automatic printing, pulling the blog and creating a printable PDF. All the ones that I tried (Blog2Print, Sharebook, Shutterfly, Blurb) didn’t offer good control of how I wanted the book to look like. Most created too many pages, figures since they charge by the page, the margins were too wide and there was no flow.
Then I came across this blog post, and this blogger’s experience with a site called Lulu. She explains all the things you have to do to publish in their platform. This was the other side of the spectrum, you got a Word template and you have to pull in every post from your site! How long would that take.
I gave it a try, open the Word document, opened a web page with a short post, copy-past, 5 minutes later was a post I was really proud of. I mean, I was really proud of what it looked like, it looked like the web, but formal, something you would expect of a printed book. Here is a side by side comparison of the same post from Blog2Print and my template:
I started with the Year 2014, it is one of the most complete, after that I hope to order 2015 soon after this year is over. I hope to be able to catch up 2015, and then every time I publish a post I added it to book. Wish me luck.
Wow, I missed 3 days this week 🙁
I missed 2 days again, but really liked the first image, where my girl is looking through the window, it looks even better on Black & White.
Last week was still very busy, and I belive that it will continue this way for a while. Our tiny group at work has been put in the spotlight, and thus there is a lot of things going on.
Again I missed a day on my 365 Challenge, but I carry on. I’m posting this on a Monday rather than Friday, but I carry on. There is no need to stop due to increased work or obligation; just recognize that there will be ebbs in our time.
What a crazy week it has been! I’ve been in 6Sigma training for the 4th week and last one. I’ve been really struggling with trying to fit all aspects of my life, so the lowest priorities tend to fall out. This week, I only wrote once on the FamMijangos.com blog, and failed to take 2 pictures during the week.
I thought that at any time I failed to take pictures I would just give up the whole project, but I like taking these images. I’m not great, but I do believe I’ve been getting better. Very far from having a style, but I’m starting to prefer a few things over others. Definitely struggle taking pictures of people, I’m not good at looking at the details so faces move or give up on an image. I do like landscapes, urban landscapes, some architecture, and just random things I find as I walk on the streets. I wish I could be better at journalistic images.
This week I’ve felt how the demands of life have influenced my ability to write and take pictures. My mind has been preoccupied with statistics and projects so I’ve been more eager to do that than to write. But I’m still able to write, and I guess the crunch pushes me to photo edit and write faster.
Last night I spoke with my dad and he was telling me about his childhood. He was telling me that all these images from when he was younger are all coming back to him, and he is writing more. He also feels sad for the things he can’t remember.
This is the reason I write on the blog, to make sure that we remember those things that are going on in our lives. That small window to the world is also the way we record our lives and who we are choosing to be remembered.