Author: craig@carterpix.com

  • A new day

    I didn’t expect to write anything today after the few notes I added to yesterday’s coffee post. I’ve changed my mind as you see. A couple things prompted me to sit down and write a bit.

    The first thing was… I enjoyed writing yesterday, and I didn’t hate what I wrote. I thought I may not like what I wrote yesterday. I thought nobody cares, and that’s probably true, but who cares. Not me. Fuck ‘em. I’m doing this for me. I was pleasantly surprised the things I wrote made sense for the most part. When I read it I was actually somewhat engaged and interested even if the topics covered were not in any way exciting even to me. I want to develop my writing and the only way to do that is to write.

    The second thing that prompted me to sit down at my computer was a change in my mindset. A pretty significant change at that. I edited the copy of my blog page introduction. That’s a nice thing about having total control of my web page. I can do whatever I want whenever I want. I’m trying and will continue to try not to post anything too insane or self deprecating. I’m pretty sure that I’ve already done that though in past posts. I expect that it’s likely to happen again. The change in my mindset and the change I made to the blog introduction was remove the sentence ruling out the discussion of current events or politics. I put that in because I didn’t necessarily want to write about controversial things. I didn’t want to potentially alienate potential clients or past clients or people I know in some capacity.

    I’ve decided that ruling out anything just isn’t me. Besides I’ve always been pretty well attuned to news cycles, current events, and politics. I have some very definite opinions, many of which are unpopular with the majority of people I know, and the people in my community. But we are still able to say whatever thing we want, and I’m going to exercise that first amendment right. I am a little bit concerned that my views could get me into trouble. They could get me into trouble with my job I guess. I signed some agreement for my that I would be careful about what I post on social media. This isn’t social media though, more like anti-social media. besides. I can’t go to jail for talking at least not now or in the near future. If I do get fired for the things I say, so be it. I could almost defiantly get a job as a truck driver somewhere. Besides, I wouldn’t want to work somewhere that found me so vile they would fire me for my views. I firmly believe my views are fully righteous.

    I believe my views are righteous, but they are increasingly antithetical to their political opposite. The world is becoming more polarized daily. I hate to say it. I think there will be war. I’m not sure exactly the size and scope of the war, but I’m almost certain there will be one. The one that’s pretty easy to predict is a war with Venezuela. A travesty that is being pushed by the current disgusting presidential administration. There is a lot to unpack in that sentence. First is that I have utter disgust and contempt for the Trump administration and the the complicit congress and supreme court. Second war with Venezuela is a pretty serious prediction. A pretty serious situation, which is an understatement. War is disgusting in my opinion.

    The current republican establishment is in my opinion disgusting. I don’t think what we have now can really be called republican. It is the MAGA (Make America Great Again) party now. Yes the president and all his minions in congress have an (R) next to their name, but that is only because our country has spent the last hundred years eliminating all but two political parties as viable contenders for power of this supposedly free country. Old school/traditional republicans are in many cases not happy about the current state of the Republican party and current political situation. The MAGA’s call the old guard RINOs or Republicans In Name Only. The MAGAs think the RINOs are far too liberal or left leaning/sympathetic.

    It’s kinda funny how the word liberal has come to mean what it’s come to mean in the US. When the origin of the word and, I argue the proper usage of the word, instead means something completely different from the current popular/populist understanding. For the record the definition I believe the true meaning of the word liberal and the first definition according to the Oxford Languages and Google dictionary is an adjective not a noun and is “willing to respect or accept behavior or opinions different from one’s own; open to new ideas.” The second definition is also an adjective and is “relating to or denoting a political and social philosophy that promotes individual rights, civil liberties, democracy, and free enterprise.” There are several more, of which several are appropriate. I’ll leave it to you to look up if you so choose. None of the definitions are what is being passed off as what the word liberal means to the vast majority of Americans of all stripes. It is a hijacking of a word over decades that has been turned into a tool to vilify the Democrat party and left leaning politics. Also the word faschist has been largely misused and misunderstood by the majority of Americans. Both words are thrown around as weapons and rarely are they used properly. Even the moderately well educated will argue against the actual dictionary definitions. At some point I guess the dictionary may have to change or add to the definition to accommodate some of the politicly devised concoctions being used by so many.

    I believe the current (Trump/MAGA) regime have been taking advantage of popular discontent among the great majority of US citizens for a good long while now. It started with the election of the first, and only, black president of the US. Sadly the racial component was an excellent tool for the many bigoted whites in the US to coalesce around. Then combined with the left-right ideological differences a great many people started to rally to the right and as the only alternative on the right, the Republican party. There was the Tea party movement and that was the spring board to MAGA. I don’t think tea stood for anything in acronym form, but was intended to be symbolic to the Boston Tea party of American history and myth.

    I just got off the phone with my Uncle. He’s a cool guy and has turned me onto some cool ways of thinking and things. I learned a little about Hermeticism from him today, and find it is something I want to learn more about. But not right now. I think it’s time to relax for the evening. I will pick up my rambling later.

  • Lots of coffee

    Lots of coffee

    December 5, 2025

    I’m sitting here at the Woodlands coffee house on Lake Joy rd. I am in a holding position while I wait on my field trippers. I took the academic trivia team from Langston elementary to the brain bowl competition at Mossy Creek middle school.

    I’m told that it is an elimination style event and the length of the trip is contingent on the success of the team. I wonder how long my team will last. Will they reign supreme? I hope I get all the hours today. I’d like to get a full 40 this week. Times are tight for me. The holidays don’t make things easier.

    It’s the Christmas season and the weather is gloomy today. It’s rainy and kinda cold. Despite the chilly weather I chose an iced latte with a pump of brown sugar, yum. I’ve found the brown sugar syrup to be quite delicious. I’m not prepared to say it’s my favorite, but it is in the running. I don’t get fancy coffee very often, so it’s not easy to really say definitively. But it has been my go to the last few iced brews I’ve enjoyed. I wonder how it does in hot coffee? I may just have to splurge and find out. I think a nice coffee high on Friday could be in line for me today.

    It’s rare I spend so much on coffee. It’s a little silly to me that it costs $8 for a beverage. I suppose it’s in line with the $3-4 fountain drinks one gets at public establishments these days. I don’t go to bars enough to know how much cocktails are, but beers are like $8 too. I suppose there is a little bit of creative work involved on cocktails and coffee. I suppose it warrants the difference.

    I’m getting old. Complaining about the cost of things. I didn’t bring up how it used to be, but did think it. Such a cliche. I’m cringing.

    The world isn’t kind to the aged in many ways. Then again it isn’t kind to the young either. Each have distinct advantages and disadvantages. Then there is poor to rich ratio to add into the equation. That seems like a PHD dissertation possibility. Heh I have so many thoughts and questions that could be the focus of more thought, but the questions usually fade away before the answers have a chance to be born.

    As I sit here sipping my drink it occurs to me the high price of a coffee has at least a little to do with sitting here taking up space in this establishment. This particular place is particularly busy. There have been many people go through the line and very few tables that have opened up. I feel a bit guilty at this point. I think I’m gonna get a Waffle

    Ok got a waffle coming and some regular drip coffee with you guessed it brown sugar. It’s time to test the hot coffee with brown sugar experiment. I expect it will be good.

    Oh my I probably don’t need more coffee. I’m already amped up. Bam zoom to the moon, minus the domestic violence. It’s crazy to me how domestic violence against women used to be a more or less accepted fact of life. That’s a different paragraph I guess.

    Paragraphs. I have a hard time with paragraphs. My thoughts flow from one thing to another very easily and quickly. It’s so very hard to keep paragraphs on the same thought. Just how strictly should one keep paragraphs on the same subject? Does the type of writing dictate the strictness of paragraph discipline? I suppose it would. News for example would need pretty strict paragraph discipline. Novels, literature books in general would need good paragraph discipline, but they presumably go through many edits with multiple editors in some cases I’d imagine. But whatever I’m doing here, what does convention require? I guess you’d call this stream of consciousness. And should that have been a new paragraph? I don’t think so obviously.

    I just met a girl at the coffee shop named Dianna. I’m writing that down so I don’t forget it. She worked at WMAZ. I know because she had a WMAZ jacket on. She did marketing production. Apparently was downsized, but doesn’t seem too upset about it. She was cool. I learned a little about who I still know there and some goings on. Apparently they are looking at selling off to Nexstar. I’m glad I’m not there anymore. Fuck Nexstar.

    Wow I guess my trippers are doing well for themselves. It’s been a little while over two hours since I dropped them. They must have made it to the second round. Good for them. it’s good to see kids excited about knowledge. They have some time before the pressures of the world start looking down on smart kids. Hopefully they can continue to be lifelong learners. I sort of regret getting messed up and sidetracked from my intellectual curiosity as a teen. Being smart wasn’t cool and I tried to be not smart for social approval. I suppose it worked. I was a fool. But I got lazy and stagnant. It’s easy to dumb and incurious. That was exacerbated by my unfortunate relationship with Mary Jane. She was sweet but also sour in a lot of ways. That’s a whole other story.

    I finally left Woodlands. The waffle was good. I’m not sure one waffle is all that different from another. It was kinda sweet dough, so I know Dad wouldn’t like it. It was Belgian style, or really thick. I think that’s Belgian style. I’m gonna google it real quick. And yes thick is an attribute of Belgian style waffles. Also, they have a light fluffy interior due to the use of egg whites. I suppose the insides were particularly light and fluffy, setting them apart from Waffle House style waffles. I’m not sure they taste any different really though. Slather them in butter and syrup and I can’t really tell any difference.

    I had a hot coffee with a pump of brown sugar and cream. It was very good. I like their beans 🫘. Good flavor besides the brown sugar. I’m pretty amped at this point, lol. I can hardly believe I’ve typed all this.

    This is pretty much how mind works a lot of the time. Yes it’s often quiet too. It’s quite when watching tv or a movie that has engaged my interest. Not all of them do though, and my mind is likely to wander.

    Heh. I just used the little ai thing to try and find a synonym for a word. It gave me an entirely new sentence. I reverted to the original. AI is something else. I kinda like it, but it scares the hell out of me. It’s hard for me to imagine just how much stuff is no longer made by humans. Sometimes it’s easy to differentiate between AI and real. And is that even fair to say AI isn’t real? What a mind fuck. I wonder just how weak it’s going to make humans in general. Even kids inclined to be curious about the world like our little field trippers at the academic bowl right now are likely going to have most of their academic works done mostly by AI. It’s pretty messed up. But why wouldn’t they take the easy route? That’s what a smart person would do, even if it’s not wise. The young are inherently unwise in my opinion and experience.

    Speaking of unwise… I’m considering put this screed on my blog. I think I will. Like I say in the description, I’m likely to post anything. Now I’m internally debating if I should proofread at all. I just looked back and fixed a few typos already. I’m sure this is riddled with typos. But it’s a whole lot of words that don’t really say much. There definitely isn’t any cohesive theme developed. Just a stream of thoughts.

    I’d be very surprised if anyone will ever read this. Probably the only reason I’d read it is to do a little proofreading. A person would have to be pretty bored to care what I think, I think.

    Oh well. I’m pretty bored and have nothing better to do. I’d be thinking like this even if I wasn’t writing what I was thinking about. I may as well write. I’m not hurting anyone except maybe myself.

    I like to think this is one of the first of many stream of consciousness writings I create. I kinda like the idea of having long and pointless conversations with God and myself. I’m a little crazy.

    December 6, 2025

    Quick addendum. I did a read through of what I wrote yesterday. There were a lot less typos than I expected. I barely changed anything. Some things could have been done better, but I’m not worried about that here. This is just an exercise mostly.

    I wanted to add that the field trippers did exceptionally well. They were the last team to leave the building. As I sat and wondered what they were doing as all the other teams left, I realized they must have been winners. They were winners. Apparently they are going to the state competition next.I wish them luck. They seemed like good kids in the short time I was exposed to them.

    It’s Saturday and I have a lot of things that need done. Laundry and general household chores. I’m not going to spend more time on my thoughts for display. I wish you a good day.

  • Georgia National Fair 2025

    Georgia National Fair 2025

    I have enjoyed going to the GA National Fair for several years. This year was no exception. I actually went twice. The first time I went was as a school bus driver taking a group of special needs kids out to enjoy a day at the fair. The second time I went with my good friend Shirley, who had some passes she had obtained and wanted to use.

    I didn’t take any photos on the field trip. I didn’t bring my camera and didn’t see anything I wanted to capture using my iPhone. I usually don’t walk around with my iPhone in hand thinking about taking photographs. If I see something that is of particular interest, and I don’t have my Nikon, that’s when I get it out of my pocket and take aim. I’m usually not in a state of cat-like readiness and probably miss a lot of interesting things while the impulses go from my eye to see a good opportunity; then to my brain to realize it’s a good opportunity; then to my hands to fish the iPhone out of my pocket; then to my hands and brain to set up a shot and execute the act of photography. Sometimes video depending on the situation at hand.

    With my Nikon DSLR it’s often already in my hand, or at least hanging off it’s strap in close reach. I am looking around with intentionality, and often take many more photos than I need. If anything is of interest I’ll often take a photograph. Usually it doesn’t amount to much, but occasionally I may get lighting in a bottle.

    Anyway I did bring my DSLR along on my second trip to the fair with Shirley. I didn’t do as much street style photography this year as I have in the past when I went to the fair alone. I didn’t do much at all. I did get a couple photos of my friend as we walked around the exhibition hall. I didn’t want to overwhelm my friend with photo taking, so I only got a few different looks. A few of which I have posted below.

    There was an event at the fair where I did take quite a lot of photos. It was a staged event performed periodically any given day. It was called Disc Connected K9s. It was a dog show where trained dogs and their handlers did tricks with frisbees. It was fun, and a good opportunity to take some interesting photos, and exercise some shooting discipline. The high speeds of the interactions made for a challenging environment. As is the usual case, I shot using full manual settings.

    The event itself had two handlers working with three dogs. All of the dogs were very impressive in my opinion. The handlers in the show discussed each dog and it’s characteristics while having them run around chasing frisbees. The show lasted around 30 minutes, and beside my photo taking I was well entertained.

    While I took many and got many good photos, I’m only going to post these three. One of each of the dog stars doing something pretty amazing. I hope you enjoy them,

  • The World Owns You

    The World Owns You

    Part 2

    A little bit more about school discipline and it’s relationship to how the world owns you. Public schools are the product of a public education system. That system is administered by some governing body or another. Here in the U.S. It could be national, state or county. Usually it’s a mix of all three to some degree or another depending on the political climate of the moment, location, and willingness to follow laws. The administration of any actual school building, the place where the rules meet the reality, is a combination of regulations piled on by multiple levels of bureaucracy but ultimately administered by the final link in that bureaucratic chain, in most cases the teacher, who must exercise their own discretion in the application of those rules, and results can vary widely between individuals.

    From my perspective as a school bus driver, they too are responsible for ultimate administering of the layers of rules expected in the public school environment. Bing as how this is the point of view of my perspective I can comment with some authority about the relationship of the layers of rules and expectations and how it is applied at the final point of contact between the bureaucracy and intended control vector, i.e. the student. It is then important to note that in the ideal administration of rules and the education for the student, the chain of administration doesn’t stop at the school-level but with the parent or guardian.

    The teacher and the bus driver aren’t the only ones who have contact with the student. To some extant the interactions of any and all staff in a public school have impact in the students. From the kitchen staff to the custodial staff, from the student resource officers to the nurse. Obviously the principles are very important as they are responsible for administering all that goes on inside a school building and on it’s grounds. The principles are beholden to the their superiors and must act with that in the back of their head when doing anything. And up and up and up the bureaucratic chain until you reach God.

    Yes, God is the ultimate bureaucratic manager, and that opens a whole other can of worms. But for my purpose God will be the end all be all of authority. You may think of it as destiny or a random number generator or something else entirely, but it all comes down to something beyond human control, and that is my point.

    Back to school. I am using school at this time because it is something I’m somewhat familiar with. It is also a microcosm of the world at large in many ways. The education system in the U.S. is something that can be analyzed in a fairly comprehensive way. It is in theory a public institution that in theory is subject to public scrutiny, much more so than institutions like private schools or business. It’s worth noting that private schools are essentially private business in the U.S. And private business isn’t legally required to be as open with information as are public schools, which despite the legal assumption that the public can access it’s information is still relatively opaque.

  • Flame Art

    Flame Art

    I just finished working on this little diddy. I’m really quite pleased with myself. I know know it’s absurd, but I like the absurd I suppose. I like a lot of stuff. It depends on many variables what I like at any given time.

    It’s after work and I’m not particularly in the mood for writing out my thoughts at the moment. I’m so glad I had the motivation to finish this project. Yes I believe it’s done.

    This is the culmination of my flame art project I started a couple days ago. I hope I can keep up the flow of genius forthcoming. Stay tuned for more insanity.

    flame art - F-Art

  • Flame Art Baaaaad

    Flame Art Baaaaad

    Today’s artistic spelunking into my well adjusted psyche presents you with Baaaaaad. Enjoy

  • Happy? Veterans Day

    Happy? Veterans Day

    It’s Veterans day. I’m Happy I have the day off, but not happy we live in a world that needs veterans.

    I had a little while this morning to play around before a Dr appointment, which I need to leave for right now. But I wanted to post this glorious flame art variation.

  • The World Owns You

    The World Owns You

    Part 1

    I was thinking this morning about my life. I’ve never been happy about not having control of myself, my life, my immediate circumstances and the multitude of consequences resulting thereof. To put it another way, I have a problem with authority. I can’t remember a time when this wasn’t the case. I was thinking that no matter how hard I tried to free myself from the constraints of my reality the gravity of reality always pulled me back into universal compliance. Frequently to my detriment. So it seem’s/seem’d to me that no matter how much I tried to do what I want, the world/universe always got what it wanted one way or another.

    I hated school and being told to do homework as a child. The lectures were okay. The homework and forced compliance always rubbed me the wrong way. I felt like I was in prison. And I’ve since learned that isn’t entirely far from the truth of the public school institutional system. As an adult that now works in that system, I understand the need for such regimented systems and behavior control. I still don’t like authority, but I understand it better.

    There are children who, like me, have a dislike of authority and conformity. There are varying degrees based on my observations as a school bus driver and basic observer of life. Some individual children would balk at a command while other would flat ignore it. I know this seems pretty obvious, and it is, but there has to be some system in place to maintain some semblance of peace and order. Children need to learn that “the world owns them” in the sense that there are consequences for the decisions and actions we make. They are at least subject to school discipline if there is no effective home discipline, which is not uncommon.

    School discipline, at least the public schools I’m familiar with, needs to be rigid. It chafes people with authority issues like me, some more than others. I received some disciplinary actions as a school boy, but I wasn’t too “bad” a kid. My institutional discipline was minimal compared to most but still a cause of personal distress.

  • Fair Daze

    Fair Daze

    It’s been a good while since I’ve posted. That doesn’t mean I’ve been idle. My JOB is always something that takes a lot of time and energy from me, and JOB is in full swing now. It has consumed a lot of my energy. Sadly the older I get the less energy there is to be consumed.

    I have been doing photog type things though. As I type this I am importing about 500 photos from several different sessions. The bulk of those numbers come from two live events I recently attended, a high school band competition for the Perry High School Band, the Panther Brigade, and a day of walking around the GA National Fair with my friend Shirley. A great many of those frames will inevitably find there way to the trash due to repetition or simple sucking. But I expect a good number of quality frames to satisfy my photo-lust.

    At the band competition I did shot a lot of frames as sequences to string together later as video and GIF type stuff. I was feeling experimental. This type of thing has always interested me with the stuttered psudo-time-lapse effect in motion presentation. Time will tell if any of it is worth while. I don’t have any any specific goals other than to see what happens, and exercise my skills. I only had my 50mm lens along being it was a work field trip and space was very limited on the school bus with a full load of band kids and chaperones . Consequently there aren’t any closeups of the actual field competition unfortunately. I did get some nice color shots of the audience and general gestalt. I also got several nice sequences, while walking back to my bus, of other bands moving from the staging area to the field. And I had to presence of mind to finally get some nice shots of school buses. When doing some editing I noticed I didn’t have many bus shots at all to choose from, and was a little dismayed.

    The bulk of the fair frames I captured are from a side-show of dogs catching Frisbees. It was fun. I mashed the button a lot. There is undoubtedly a lot of junk in there, but I hope there is a lot of cool shots too. It will be a while after I post this before I really look at them. But I did did see some cool stuff as I started the import session.

    The thing that has been of the most interest to me recently, and is the focus of the photo portion of this post, I entered six of my photographs into the fair this year. This is the first time I’ve I’ve ever entered a competition or anything officially. I was excited and nervous leading up to doing this. There was a good deal of preparation required. I had to have prints made following the specifications set forth by the fair organizers. That cost me a pretty penny I had to scrape together, but I’m glad I did it, even if I had to do without a little bit.

    Before the fair I dreamed I would win a ribbon, and emerge a winner. Sadly I wasn’t a winner. I didn’t even get an honorable mention. I was disappointed yes. Regardless, it was great to see my photographs along side many other amazing works from amazing photographers. The excitement and hope of the entire experience was a pleasant interlude that left me feeling satisfied I had done something concrete with my hobby. I learned a few things I think as I continue to present my work in the future.

    Below are the six entries in no particular order.

  • Creepy Myrtle

    Creepy Myrtle

    What I post today are macro lens photographs of a crepe myrtle. Some of them are a little creepy, but in a lovely way. The organic structure of these plants looks a bit unsettling, to me anyway. It has a somewhat alien feel. But it’s just nature doing what nature does, whatever it wants.