<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094</id><updated>2011-11-19T18:26:12.975-05:00</updated><category term='show'/><category term='images'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='2009'/><category term='workshops'/><category term='new york city'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='social change'/><category term='free'/><category term='Rufus Wainwright'/><category term='community'/><category term='art'/><category term='gathering of photographers'/><category term='smiles are free'/><category term='pdn'/><category term='puppini sisters'/><category term='first post'/><category term='blaine'/><category term='spring'/><category term='darth vader'/><category term='family'/><category term='&quot;New York City&quot; 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ddt &quot;joel conarroe&quot; photography'/><category term='party'/><category term='&quot;TED talks&quot; photography creativity art process'/><category term='music'/><category term='Betz Fine Art Gallery'/><category term='photo expo'/><category term='happy'/><category term='business cards'/><category term='book'/><category term='governor&apos;s island'/><category term='trip'/><category term='&quot;Peter Turnley&quot; &quot;BH&quot; &quot;event space&quot; &quot;New York City&quot; lecture photography reflection'/><category term='paths'/><category term='comic con'/><category term='head shots'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='valetine&apos;s'/><category term='pillow fight nyc 2009 wall street'/><category term='snow'/><category term='giants'/><category term='&quot;the identity project&quot; photography identity'/><category term='david'/><category term='shark'/><category term='DotJenna'/><category term='feet'/><title type='text'>Kaity Volpe Photography</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-5687059231067670290</id><published>2011-03-28T17:37:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T17:54:16.777-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gallery opening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Betz Fine Art Gallery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Houston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gathering of photographers'/><title type='text'>My First Group Gallery Show in Houston</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;While I was on my honeymoon in Lake Tahoe, I found out that three of my photographs were selected to be part of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; the 'The Gathering of Photographers' spring show put on by Pulitzer Prize winning photographer, Skeeter Hagler, and former Texas Highways Magazine Photo Editor, Kevin Vandivier. The opening is this Thursday, March 31st from 7pm-9pm at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.betzgallery.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Betz Fine Art Gallery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; in Houston, Texas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;These are the three photos that will be displayed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o9EI5pz1mV8/TZEB6O99w0I/AAAAAAAAAcs/EDKqWFFEHk4/s320/04_lowres.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589250712505533250" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r7DFiPTF5Y8/TZEB6Z89u2I/AAAAAAAAAc0/fKUbcgdC8jw/s1600/05_lowres.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r7DFiPTF5Y8/TZEB6Z89u2I/AAAAAAAAAc0/fKUbcgdC8jw/s320/05_lowres.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589250715454126946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uh45Sb8hHpg/TZEB566Vr-I/AAAAAAAAAck/Z_SLZxWTshA/s1600/03_lowres.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uh45Sb8hHpg/TZEB566Vr-I/AAAAAAAAAck/Z_SLZxWTshA/s320/03_lowres.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589250707121614818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I am so excited to see my photos professional printed and matted.  I am also really looking forward to meeting other Texas photographers.  I will post an update after the show and let everyone know how it went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-5687059231067670290?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/5687059231067670290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=5687059231067670290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/5687059231067670290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/5687059231067670290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-first-group-gallery-show-in-houston.html' title='My First Group Gallery Show in Houston'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o9EI5pz1mV8/TZEB6O99w0I/AAAAAAAAAcs/EDKqWFFEHk4/s72-c/04_lowres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-1405314989791734688</id><published>2011-03-15T12:19:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T13:14:12.936-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workshops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creative exchange'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oil and Cotton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dallas'/><title type='text'>My latest discovery: Oil and Cotton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Gs_rTOAEpA/TX-cXxi8YWI/AAAAAAAAAcc/XH8aQX1H1uI/s1600/IMG_0456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Gs_rTOAEpA/TX-cXxi8YWI/AAAAAAAAAcc/XH8aQX1H1uI/s400/IMG_0456.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584353995213529442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Two weeks ago, I attend my 1st movie night, put on by my dear friend Sally Glass, at a wonderful venue called '&lt;a href="http://www.oilandcotton.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Oil and Cotton&lt;/a&gt;.'  Oil and Cotton is a creative arts exchange that is located in the Bishop Arts district of downtown Dallas.  One of the owners, Shannon Driscoll, was at the movie event and was as sweet as could be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oilandcotton.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Oil and Cotton&lt;/a&gt; has a constant flow of art workshops ranging from glass cutting (I want to go!) to drawing and painting to basket making to music recording and mixing to children classes and on.  The list is extensive.  You can find specific information about the workshops that are offered here: &lt;a href="http://shop.oilandcotton.com/category/workshops" target="_blank"&gt;Oil and Cotton Workshops.&lt;/a&gt;  The workshops are open to the public and very reasonably priced.  The venue where the workshops are held are worth a visit alone.  The building is a beautiful, old, open space with exposed brick and high ceilings.  The shelves are full of art and crafts for sale by workshop attendees.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e72Ai5b9nZs/TX-cJf-WIWI/AAAAAAAAAcU/FYik3ltSAD0/s1600/IMG_0454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e72Ai5b9nZs/TX-cJf-WIWI/AAAAAAAAAcU/FYik3ltSAD0/s400/IMG_0454.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584353749978456418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After coming from NYC were space is limited and very expensive, I am ecstatic to discover a community arts organization, like 'Oil and Cotton.'  We not only should, but we must support local arts venues, like 'Oil and Cotton.'  So, get out there and let your inner artist shine through! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-1405314989791734688?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/1405314989791734688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=1405314989791734688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/1405314989791734688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/1405314989791734688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-latest-discovery-oil-and-cotton.html' title='My latest discovery: Oil and Cotton'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Gs_rTOAEpA/TX-cXxi8YWI/AAAAAAAAAcc/XH8aQX1H1uI/s72-c/IMG_0456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-7793064904644614644</id><published>2011-02-15T14:18:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T15:52:26.770-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SmugMug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social Media Success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DotJenna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photopgrahy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dallas'/><title type='text'>Social Media Success with DotJenna at SmugMug Dallas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-if6yCmYJALM/TVrR0xBV9FI/AAAAAAAAAcE/2AuHb4V9lJ4/s1600/KGV_8002_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-if6yCmYJALM/TVrR0xBV9FI/AAAAAAAAAcE/2AuHb4V9lJ4/s400/KGV_8002_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573998193266783314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After having personal success meeting and working with professional photographers from the NYC SmugMug group, I was eager to find out what the &lt;a href="http://www.meetup.com/Dallas-SmugMug-User-Group/"  target="_blank"&gt;Dallas SmugMug&lt;/a&gt; photography scene had to offer.  I have found that SmugMug groups are a great way to get involved with in the local photography scene while hearing some great FREE lectures. Since I just moved back to Dallas/Fort Worth this meeting was perfect. Sure enough, Dallas has a successful and active SmugMug group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended my 1st meeting on Thursday, Feb. 10 at the Tower Club in downtown Dallas.  The speaker was the vibrant and brillant social media expert, &lt;a href="http://www.dotjenna.com/"  target="_blank"&gt;'DotJenna.'&lt;/a&gt;  As usual, I did a little research on &lt;a href="http://www.dotjenna.com/" target="_blank"&gt;DotJenna&lt;/a&gt; before attending the lecture.  It was easy to see after spending a few minutes on her website and Facebook page that she not only had a very strong online presence, but that she had turned her social media expertise into a very successful business.  I was more than intrigued and absolutely going to this meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a little trouble finding cheap parking (I found out afterwards that I could have parked in the Tower Club for a discounted price of $5) and trouble finding which door to the Tower Club was actually open (I had to walk around the building and still had to try a few doors before finding the ONE set out of six doors that was open), I made it to the SmugMug lecture.  The first person I met at the meeting was fellow photographer and representative of the Dallas-based rental company &lt;a href="http://www.lighttec.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Light Tec&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.mikaelangelo.org/#"  target="_blank"&gt;Miguel A. Pardo&lt;/a&gt;.  We exchanged contact info and discussed what we shot and the Dallas photography scene.  So far, so good with the Dallas SmugMug group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More people settled in and within a few minutes the meeting was underway.  Once DotJenna started, there was no stopping her.  She was off and running in the matter of a few seconds.  If I had to pick two words to describe DotJenna, they would be 'Hot Pink.'  Partly because she is always wearing hot pink, but mostly because of her vibrant style, strong, yet positive demeanor, and her total confidence in who she is and what she discussed.  It was easy to tell that she absolutely loves what she does and loves to share what she has learned with other people.  She talked about where she started and how she got into social media coaching.  She then segued into practical and useful tips on how to achieve social media success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DotJenna's '7 Steps to Social Media Sales Success' are as follows:&lt;div&gt;1. Define your brand&lt;br /&gt;2. Locate your audience&lt;br /&gt;3. Attract an audience&lt;br /&gt;4. Captive attention&lt;br /&gt;5. Bond with audience&lt;br /&gt;6. Convert into client&lt;br /&gt;7. Engage continuously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could write an entire post about each one of these topics, but I will leave that up to DotJenna to further explain.  A few additional points I took away from her lecture was the importance of being authentic.  Now a days, people (i.e. your audience) want to see and know the 'real' you.  They want to connect with you and feel as if they truly know you. If you try to be false or put on a front, people will know. So, just be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another important point I took away from DotJenna's lecture was the importance of getting out there and doing something.  She talked about how in our society we feel that we must do something perfectly or not at all.  DotJenna disagreed with this idea.  She suggested that doing something is better than doing nothing.  This is a topic I can absolutely relate to.  I often feel that if I am not giving 110% and doing it perfectly, then I shouldn't do it at all.  Today, the opposite is true.  What you are doing might not be perfect, but it's so much better than not doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting my Dallas SmugMug experience with a bold lecture from DotJenna was exactly what I needed.  It provided encouragement to get out there and do something, and to get involved and to take risks. I hope this blog will encourage my readers will do the same thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can find out more about DotJenna at the following places:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://facebook.com/dotJennaFans" target="_blank"&gt;http://facebook.com/dotJennaFans&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/dotJenna" target="_blank"&gt;http://twitter.com/dotJenna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://dotJenna.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://dotJenna.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-7793064904644614644?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/7793064904644614644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=7793064904644614644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/7793064904644614644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/7793064904644614644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2011/02/social-media-success-with-dotjenna-at.html' title='Social Media Success with DotJenna at SmugMug Dallas'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-if6yCmYJALM/TVrR0xBV9FI/AAAAAAAAAcE/2AuHb4V9lJ4/s72-c/KGV_8002_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-1996341707814368161</id><published>2011-01-05T23:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T23:41:35.071-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>New Year, Old Connections</title><content type='html'>It’s a new year and I almost feel cliché writing this reflective post, however, this post is less about 2011 and more about all the years leading up to 2011.  People that know me personally know that my husband and I recently transitioned from New York City back to Texas.  Life was almost insane prior to, during, and immediately after our move, but now that the move is over, holidays have passed, and life has slowed down, I have the time to think about everything I have done, where my life is now, and where I am going.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, over burgers and beers, Danny and I talked about people that have had an influence on our lives.  By the end of our conversation, I was amazed at how many different people from different parts of our lives we could both name.  It often feels that we are traveling our path alone and that we, alone, are the ones making the decisions that influence our lives.  But after our talk last night, I realized this couldn’t be further from the truth.  Some people have had very specific impacts on my life and others have had a more subtle influence.  Either way, I have no idea what my life would be like without meeting these people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure how to categorize “these people.”  Titles vary from friends, previous bosses, mentors, colleagues, peers, strangers, and people I will never see again.  Yet, these “people” have altered the course of my life, with most of them probably not even realizing the impact they have had.  While I feel very lucky to have had these experiences, this also makes me stop and think that we need to be careful how we treat and talk to others.  You never know when you will change someone’s path. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I don’t see these changes in our paths as positive or negative; they just are. They are how things have turned out.  These changes make us the people we are now and the people we will become.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am venturing into a new chapter in my life and I have no idea where my path is going to lead me.  I am not sure whom I will meet along the way, but I am excited to see who crosses my path.  While I venture down this path, I want to make sure to stop along the way and personally thank some of the people who have helped get me this far.  I know my life would not be what is it today without the guidance of others.  I’ll be one lucky girl if 2011 is even half as fantastic/interesting/challenging/exhausting/and all around wonderful as 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-1996341707814368161?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/1996341707814368161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=1996341707814368161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/1996341707814368161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/1996341707814368161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-old-connections.html' title='New Year, Old Connections'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-4294985266976729232</id><published>2010-09-01T20:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T20:32:25.682-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Peter Turnley&quot; &quot;BH&quot; &quot;event space&quot; &quot;New York City&quot; lecture photography reflection'/><title type='text'>Reflections on Peter Turnley's lecture, "Visual Notes from a Life in Photography"</title><content type='html'>I just walked out of a wonderfully moving lecture by &lt;a href="http://peterturnley.com/" TARGET="_blank"&gt;Peter Turnley&lt;/a&gt;.  With his background, I had somewhat expected him to be detached and aloof to his audience at &lt;a href="http://www.bhphotovideo.com/find/EventSpace.jsp" TARGET="_blank"&gt;B&amp;amp;H&lt;/a&gt;.  I couldn’t have been more wrong.  He told his stories with compassion and elegance.  He allowed himself to be emotionally moved during the retelling of his stories and experiences.  Of course, Peter’s vast portfolio is absolutely wonderful and ranges from both sides of the life experience spectrum, from both heart-wrench and heart-warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to actually describe what I experienced during his lecture.  His lecture didn’t focus on his images, at least not in the way I am used to viewing the images of a photographer, and he definitely did not focus on what camera or lens he used.  His images by themselves are incredibly moving, but instead of just talking about his pictures, we were invited to share in the power of Peter’s memories that come with the images.  And to be allowed to watch a photographer react to the power of his memories, well, that’s something special and unique.  The experience felt both raw and pure, and was also very genuine, even in a room of 20 strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was just my experience with the lecture.  I doubt anyone walked out with the feelings I’m having, but that’s the beauty of life.  A room full of people can experience the exact same thing and be moved or unmoved in a thousand different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter’s lecture connected with me on a very personal level and allowed me the space to think and process some of my own personal conflict.  During this past summer, photography has been a part of my life like it has never been before.  I’ve survived (a.k.a made some money) as a “full-time” photographer/photography assistant.  I’ve had the wonderful honor of working in the studio with acclaimed wedding photographer, &lt;a href="http://www.julianewman.com/" TARGET="_blank"&gt;Julia Newman&lt;/a&gt;, and have also had the opportunity to assist her on shoots.  I know that right now, I am learning more than I even realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t until I was looking at &lt;a href="http://julianewman.com/blog" TARGET="_blank"&gt;Julia's blog&lt;/a&gt; with Danny that I realized how much I have picked up from working with her.  I can discuss her use of lights and darks, her focus on detail, and how she interacts with her subjects to get the reactions she is looking for.  But one of the things I admire most in her work is her composition.  There are so many layers and so much depth to her work.  She is truly a storyteller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I experienced similar admiration today with Peter’s work.  He tells very difficult and very beautiful stories with grace.  You can see and feel in his photos that he cares deeply and passionately for his subjects and the stories he tells.  It was refreshing and inspiring to experience someone that has so much personal investment in his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I noticed during his lecture was that whenever Peter talked about the act of making a photo, he almost always referred to it as “making a picture.”  It’s the difference of a single word, but “making” a picture versus “taking” a picture convey two very different feelings.  Making something means that you are creating and eventually sharing something.  Taking feels as if you are stealing something and that you are only doing the act for yourself.  I want to “make” pictures, not take them.  I want to give pictures and share pictures, not keep them just for myself.  I want my pictures to open the door to new connections with people and to not close the door on people with suspicion.  This minor difference in terminology can affect how you interact with your subjects.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most fulfilling shooting occurs when I approach my subject(s) with genuine curiosity and interest.  I have a motto that I live: I believe that if you approach people and topics with genuine interest and compassion, then people will open up to you no matter how difficult or sensitive the topic.  I also think that this belief has led me to some of the most life-changing talks, sometimes with complete strangers.  Everyone has something valuable to share if you take the time to listen and ask questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s to feeling inspired and truly motivated to make the world a little bit of a better and brighter place…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-4294985266976729232?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/4294985266976729232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=4294985266976729232' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/4294985266976729232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/4294985266976729232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2010/09/reflections-on-peter-turnleys-lecture.html' title='Reflections on Peter Turnley&apos;s lecture, &quot;Visual Notes from a Life in Photography&quot;'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-2910840047918465071</id><published>2010-08-09T16:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T20:58:19.736-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;New York City&quot; &quot;Pictage&quot; &quot;Pug&quot; &quot;Jared Platt&quot; &quot;Lightroom&quot; workflow photography'/><title type='text'>The Value of Your Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;August Pug Meeting with special guest Jared Platt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Before I get into a recap of &lt;a href="http://www.jaredplattworkshops.com/index.html"&gt;Jared Platt’s&lt;/a&gt; lecture for &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/nycpug?ref=ts"&gt;August’s Pug meeting&lt;/a&gt;, I want to thank &lt;a href="http://www.pictage.com/"&gt;Pictage&lt;/a&gt; for putting on absolutely amazing monthly workshops!&amp;nbsp; If you are a wedding and/or portrait photographer in the NYC area and you are not involved in Pug meetings, then you are really missing out.&amp;nbsp; Once a month, Pictage brings in a well-accomplished photographer from all over the U.S. to host a FREE meeting.&amp;nbsp; I have definitely become a regular at these meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month’s speaker was Arizona-based wedding and portrait photographer and photography educator Jared Platt.&amp;nbsp; He gave a 2-hour lecture at &lt;a href="http://www.calumetphoto.com/"&gt;Calumet&lt;/a&gt; about post-production workflow in Lightroom, the value of photographer’s time, and why clients hired YOU.&amp;nbsp; Let me say, I attend a lot of lectures around NYC, but I have never heard anyone speak about workflow like Jared did.&amp;nbsp; I was truly blown away by the end of this lecture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared’s lecture began with him giving the two reasons why clients hire you: 1) They want you!, and 2) Your eye and your vision.&amp;nbsp; As photographers, we see the world differently.&amp;nbsp; We see angles, movement, composition, light, shapes, colors, etc.&amp;nbsp; Clients hire us for the way we see the world. &amp;nbsp;As professional photographers, we trust our eye and gut instinct in the field and now we have to learn how to trust our eye and gut instinct during image selection.&amp;nbsp; This means letting go of your old way of selecting images and changing bad habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jared compared a film workflow to a digital workflow.&amp;nbsp; What he said really resonated with me and got me excited to try a new way of post-processing.&amp;nbsp; He said that when photographers worked in film, they would use contact sheets of 36 images.&amp;nbsp; From the contact sheet, series of images were identified.&amp;nbsp; Within the series, individual images were selected and compared to each other.&amp;nbsp; Select images were picked for closer inspection.&amp;nbsp; The photographer would then use a loupe to closely inspect an image and mark which images were going to be used with a grease pencil.&amp;nbsp; Only images that were going to be used were marked, which means none of the rejected images were marked, saving the photographer a considerable amount of time.&amp;nbsp; All the images that were not picked for closer inspection ended up on the cutting room floor, i.e. rejected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When photographers switched to digital, most of them completely lost their film workflow resulting in a lot of lost hours. We started spending hours upon hours looking at every single image individually, instead of using a comparison system (like with film contact sheets).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jared applied a film workflow to digital photography and came-up with the following system:&amp;nbsp; 1) Survey, 2) Positive selection, and 3) Gut instinct.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;His workflow in Lightroom started by looking at a group of images in grid mode, which acted like a digital contact sheet.&amp;nbsp; When I did this, I zoomed out and had 21 images per “page,” or 3 images down and 7 images across.&amp;nbsp; Next, he would pick a series of between 2-6 images and pull those up in survey mode.&amp;nbsp; This is where the challenge of letting go of old habits began.&amp;nbsp; He DID NOT look at every image up-close in the series, but instead compared images to each other by either flagging or starring them.&amp;nbsp; He used positive selection and trusted his gut instinct.&amp;nbsp; Images that were not starred or flagged were out, rejected, done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When he found an image that he might want to use, he zoomed to 1-to-1 and checked sharpness and facial expression.&amp;nbsp; If he liked the image he marked it and moved on.&amp;nbsp; The number of images he picked per series varied between 1 to 4 images.&amp;nbsp; He then closed the series and moved on to the next group of images.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok, here’s where another big shift in post-processing habits occurred.&amp;nbsp; Once he closed a series, he DID NOT revisit any of the images that were not selected.&amp;nbsp; Those images were done, out, rejected.&amp;nbsp; He wasn’t spending any more time on them.&amp;nbsp; He trusted his first and only selection and his gut reaction to images.&amp;nbsp; This process allowed him to pick his best images quickly and efficiently while spending significantly less time on image selection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jared had several photographic philosophies about why this type of workflow can be incredibly beneficial.&amp;nbsp; First, it saves a tremendous amount of time.&amp;nbsp; Jared said that if you use the image selection method described above then the amount of time you spend on image selection would be cut in half.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I tried out Jared’s new workflow system yesterday on a large batch of Roller Derby images I had shot and I have to say, I was amazed at how easy and efficient Jared’s system was.&amp;nbsp; By comparing images, I quickly selected images I wanted to use and rejected those I did not want to use.&amp;nbsp; I flew through my image selection process and felt more confident in my selection choices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;One of the biggest changes for me will be getting used to not going back through images a second or even third time.&amp;nbsp; Once I pass an image, I am done with it.&amp;nbsp; And I have to say, there’s a certain amount of relief associated with this system.&amp;nbsp; It felt pretty damn good to know that I was done with a very large batch of images in a short amount of time.&amp;nbsp; I could now spend time on making those select few images that I wanted look awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-2910840047918465071?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/2910840047918465071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=2910840047918465071' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/2910840047918465071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/2910840047918465071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2010/08/value-of-your-time.html' title='The Value of Your Time'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-921971398057092445</id><published>2010-07-23T16:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T16:17:38.327-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;New York City&quot; &quot;Chelsea&quot; &quot;SmugMug&quot; &quot;Candice Cunningham&quot; &quot;Jason Groupp&quot; wedding photography'/><title type='text'>New York City SmugMug Meeting with guest speaker Candice Cunningham</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt; &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times-Roman; font-size: medium;"&gt;When&amp;nbsp;fellow photographer, &lt;a href="http://www.feuzareis.com/"&gt;Feuza Reis&lt;/a&gt;, asked me what Candice had talked about at the last Smug meeting, I thought why not post a recap of what she talked about. &amp;nbsp;I'm curious, how many people would like me to do a short post following our Smug meetings? &amp;nbsp;If you would like me to do a recap blog post, please leave a comment on this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times-Roman; font-size: medium;"&gt;Last Tuesday,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times-Roman; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/nycsmug?ref=ts"&gt;SmugMug&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times-Roman; font-size: medium;"&gt;group leader&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.jasongroupp.com/"&gt;Jason Groupp&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;hosted July's meeting and brought in&lt;a href="http://www.candicecunningham.com/"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Candice Cunningham&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to speak. &amp;nbsp;Candice is a wedding photographer based in Ventura County, California and is quite the expert in how to use social media to build and grow your photography business. &amp;nbsp;I was impressed with all of the tips and tricks Candice gave to our group. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;One of the most interesting pieces of information I took away from Candice's lecture that that YouTube is the second largest search engine, with Google being the first. &amp;nbsp;I knew YouTube was powerful, but I had no idea it was being utilized to this extent.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What this means for photographers: we need to be on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/kaityvolpe"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; You don’t necessarily have to shoot video, but turning your photos in slideshows and posting them on YouTube is going to expand the number of people you reach.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The next point Candice discussed was the importance of CORRECTLY naming images.&amp;nbsp; I am definitely guilty of not doing this.&amp;nbsp; I will leave my images unnamed as something like KGV_0976.jpg.&amp;nbsp; What I didn’t realize was that this name has an affect on how Google tracks and ranks you.&amp;nbsp; Candice suggested to individually name every image you post.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Below, I will expand on how to get the most our of naming your images.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Let’s use this image as an example:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/TEn1cZiVNLI/AAAAAAAAAbk/5QnjGTKR3Ng/s1600/New-York-Long-Island-Woodbury-Fox-Hollow-Wedding-Rings.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/TEn1cZiVNLI/AAAAAAAAAbk/5QnjGTKR3Ng/s320/New-York-Long-Island-Woodbury-Fox-Hollow-Wedding-Rings.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A poor file name for this images is: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;KGV_8164_small.jpg (yes, that was the real name)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A better file name would be:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;New-York-Wedding-Photography-Rings.jpg&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;An even better name would be:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;New-York-Long-Island-Woodbury-Fox-Hollow-Wedding-Rings.jpg&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Candice suggested being as specific as possible. &amp;nbsp;Also, notice that in the last two file names dashes (–) are used instead of underscores (_) or spaces. &amp;nbsp;This also improves the strength of your file name.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The third and strongest file name in the examples above included specific locations and venues names.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The last few points from the meeting that I will leave you with is to make sure you have strong keywords in your Alt Tags, include text (even if it is minimal) on and between all images, and if you need to include the name of the couple in your file name, put it last.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;All of these tips are to help you bring more people your way.&amp;nbsp; You and your images should be searchable and easy to find. &amp;nbsp;If you want to learn more about social media, check out &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0470477237/ref=s9_simz_gw_s0_p14_t1?pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=center-2&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=023G64FTTNASGZGPE1EV&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=101&amp;amp;pf_rd_p=470938631&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=507846"&gt;Erik Qualman's book, "Socialnomics.&lt;/a&gt;"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Huge thanks to Candice Cunningham for her awesome lecture and to Jason Groupp for organizing the event. &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times-Roman; font-size: medium;"&gt;Good luck!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Please leave me a comment if you would like me to blog about our monthly SmugMug meetings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-921971398057092445?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/921971398057092445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=921971398057092445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/921971398057092445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/921971398057092445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-york-city-smugmug-meeting-with.html' title='New York City SmugMug Meeting with guest speaker Candice Cunningham'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/TEn1cZiVNLI/AAAAAAAAAbk/5QnjGTKR3Ng/s72-c/New-York-Long-Island-Woodbury-Fox-Hollow-Wedding-Rings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-4968064589005792638</id><published>2010-07-12T11:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T11:41:17.124-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;The Identity Project&quot; portraits interviews identity stereotypes gender sexuality society &quot;artist statement&quot; artist statement'/><title type='text'>The Identity Project: Update</title><content type='html'>I am not happy with the quality of video when posted on Blogger, so all videos, photos, and interviews for the Identity Project will be posted on my website. &amp;nbsp;I have created a link specifically for the project. &amp;nbsp;The video from the first shoot has been posted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check it out here: &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://kaityvolpe.com/Photography/The_Identity_Project.html"&gt;The Identity Project&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please send me a message if you are interested in participating in the project.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-4968064589005792638?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/4968064589005792638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=4968064589005792638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/4968064589005792638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/4968064589005792638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2010/07/identity-project-update.html' title='The Identity Project: Update'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-7140763823471173539</id><published>2010-07-09T14:17:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T14:28:34.858-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;The Identity Project&quot; portraits interviews identity stereotypes gender sexuality society &quot;artist statement&quot; artist statement'/><title type='text'>The Identity Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Artist Statement&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Our society frequently asks people to identify and define themselves through rigid, closed-ended questions, thus forcing people to either identify as something they are not or forcing the individual not to answer certain questions.  The purpose of this project is to give people a space to identify themselves in a way they would like to be identified.  "The Identity Project" will use environmental portraits, short audio interviews, and an open-ended questionnaire to give participants the chance to identify themselves in the way they see fit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Two areas that will be specifically focused on in this project will be gender identity and sexual identity.  In order to protect the confidentiality of participants and to encourage honest responses, no names will be associated with the project.  Through this project, I hope that stereotypes will be broken and that conversations will develop around topics that are difficult to discuss.  I hope that this project empowers people to speak-up about how they would like to be seen and encourages people to be proud of their identity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-7140763823471173539?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/7140763823471173539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=7140763823471173539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/7140763823471173539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/7140763823471173539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2010/07/identity-project.html' title='The Identity Project'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-8400067300501649132</id><published>2010-06-25T17:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T17:02:40.255-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;the identity project&quot; photography identity'/><title type='text'>The Identity Project</title><content type='html'>I've started a new, personal project called The Identity Project.  I did my first photo shoot for the project earlier this week.  Images and an artist statement will be posted in a few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-8400067300501649132?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/8400067300501649132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=8400067300501649132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/8400067300501649132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/8400067300501649132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2010/06/identity-project.html' title='The Identity Project'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-9062423868908458996</id><published>2010-05-24T09:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T09:43:19.423-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marina Abramovic MoMA &quot;the artist is present&quot; experience &quot;Marina Abramovic&quot;'/><title type='text'>The Artist is Present, by Marina Abramovic at the MoMA, Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; "&gt;Forming the Line to Sit with Marina Abramovic&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;10:46 am – on my ipod: &lt;i&gt;A Face in the Crowd&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; "&gt;, by the Kinks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today was the day I was making my first attempt to sit with Marina Abramovic at the MoMA.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Joe Holmes had given me suggestions on what time to get there and where to stand.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He had warned me that the line could get aggressive, but I had no idea what was ahead of me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My day officially started at 7:15 am.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was up early, because I wanted to be at the MoMA around 8:30 am.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I left the house at 7:45 am to start my Marina Abramovic adventure.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I arrived at the museum at 8:30ish to line-up to sit with Marina.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There were already four people ahead of me.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tim, the first person in line, had arrived at the museum at 6 am.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The line slowly grew, but remained orderly.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Everyone was very friendly.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We were given specific details on how the event would happen by a girl that had sat with Marina 27 times.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This was to be her 28 times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At 9:30 am, the far right door was opened and we were allowed into the main lobby area.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Through the revolving doors we went.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One girl got ahead of me, but we regained our original order once we got into the ticketing line.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, that wasn’t too bad.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Phase 1 was complete.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Once we were moved into the main lobby area, you could feel a shift in the mood of the group.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There was tension, excitement, anxiety, and chatter.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The next step was going to be moving from the ticketing line to the bottom of the staircase.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Prior to reaching the bottom of the staircase, a.k.a Phase 2, I had become friendly with the four people ahead of me and a few people behind me.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We had a verbal agreement that we would remain in the same order once we were upstairs, as we had arrived that morning.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;By the time we moved into the ticket line in the main lobby, our group had remained strong.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As the time came closed to moving to the bottom of the staircase, the line grew with people and emotion.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Two ladies had slinked up to the right of me and were attempting to be the first in line.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One was wearing goth make-up and a white ruffley skirt with a braid of black hair and a top hat.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My guess is that she was well over 60.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Her friend had curly hair and a white linen dress.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As soon as they walked up our group could sense that they were going to be a problem.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Immediately they started talking to Tim, who was the first person in line, as to why they should be allowed to cut in front of everyone.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They were friends of Marina, they were writing a story about her performance, the lady in the top hat was only going to sit for two minutes.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It went on and on.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Finally, they stopped talking to Tim and started making snarky comments about the people waiting in line.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Could you image sitting across from that all day?” said the lady friend in the top hat.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I wanted to say, “you mean people that have been waiting for hours in a orderly fashion and getting to know one another?”&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Both ladies talked about the people in line as if we were the lowly “general public.”&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Finally, they gave up.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But their mood had shaken the group and it felt as if it had become “us” against “them.”&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We continued to wait.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After waiting about 40 minutes, we were getting ready to move again.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There were three lines for tickets, but only our line was supposed to move forward towards the bottom of the staircase.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That didn’t happen.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The first few people in my line moved forward and then all three lines made a mad dash to the stairs.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There was no chance for the MoMA employees to check tickets.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was in the front of the line before we moved forward, but got pushed backed after the dash to the staircase.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I still had the people I had met in view, so that was good.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was time for Phase 3, the final dash.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A MoMA guard stood on the top of the staircase and gave a speech, saying that they we were all number 1 and that they wanted to keep us safe, so there was to be NO RUNNING up the stairs.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Five guards with walkie-talkies were going to escort us all up the stairs.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There was a shift in the MoMA employees that indicted that we were moving forward and we were off.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pushing and shoving, we made went up the stairs.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You had to run because people behind you were running and pushing you.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One girl that was experienced with the event had lost her shoe in the dash.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But she kept on moving.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tyler, the guy running next to me, some how reached down and grabbed her shoe.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Before I knew it, the official line to sit with Marina had formed and I was nowhere near the front of the line.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Originally, I was fifth in line, but now I was probably 25 people back.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tyler, my friend that had flow from Florida just to sit with Marina, was with me.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nope, I wasn’t having that.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I had been in line at 8:30 am well before most of the people that were now in front of me.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;At the front of the line, I spotted the people I had met earlier that morning.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I told Tyler that I was moving forward.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As soon as the girl that lost her shoe saw me walk up, she allowed me to take my spot in front of her.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I gestured to Tyler to come up to the front of the line and he took his spot behind us.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was now in a much better position to sit with Marina.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was now 11 people from the front instead of behind over 25 people.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So now I’m in line, close to the front and my adrenaline is still going.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The first person sits with Marina and leaves.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then the lady in the top hat.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She had managed to be second in line.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Wow, she was sneakier than I gave her credit for.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Next, Joshua, the baker in the top hat with a yellow tie and orange socks.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then a group of students followed by a few stray additions to the line.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then me.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I sit, stand, and watch.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Talk some, write, and listen to music.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I needed to calm down from the running and pushing this morning before I am ready to sit with Marina.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I withdrew from the people talking in line for a while into music and writing to calm myself down.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was getting to feel much better and much calmer.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For this exhibit, it does not feel right to me to hold extensive conversations while I wait in line.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am in a difference space.&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I want to focus on what’s going on and bringing my mood down before I sit with Marina.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I sit and wait for my turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-9062423868908458996?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/9062423868908458996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=9062423868908458996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/9062423868908458996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/9062423868908458996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2010/05/artist-is-present-by-marina-abramovic_24.html' title='The Artist is Present, by Marina Abramovic at the MoMA, Part 1'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-225291860834891275</id><published>2010-05-23T20:27:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T09:41:51.640-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marina Abramovic MoMA &quot;the artist is present&quot; experience &quot;Marina Abramovic&quot;'/><title type='text'>The Artist is Present, by Marina Abramovic at the MoMA, Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sitting with Marina Abramovic&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;11:38 am –on my ipod, Iron and Wine:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; I was in my own world with my headphones on, writing, when I looked up and spotted a friend, Jay Mack, from across the exhibit.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had made eye contact at the same time and we both looked surprised to see each other.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I gave a big wave and he came over to talk to me, since I didn’t want to leave the line.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were saying “hello” when Joshua, my friend in the top hat, came over to talk with us.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He had finished sitting with Marina a few minutes before he came over to us.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He looked shaken.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He asked how long he sat and I said I think for about 10 minutes.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He replied that it felt like a lifetime.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He joked that he thought he was going to die and that he found himself actually counting to 60 while he sat.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;Now, to give Joshua major credit for his experience sitting, because he was the third person in line to sit with Marina.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The two people before had had only sat for a few minutes and I imagine he was still feeling the rush from running up the stairs.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know that I would have definitely been shaken if I had not had a chance to calm down before sitting with Marina.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Joshua gave me a hug and left.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jay asked what time I had gotten in line and I told him about my previous experience that morning.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We briefly caught up about what was going on in our lives and our conversation came to an end.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I went back to my place in line.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Again, I waited.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I waited for my turn to sit with the artist in the large atrium of the MoMA while visitors watch.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;12:14 pm – no music:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;I’m forth in line.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The line has grown quiet.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I text my Dad, in Texas, about what I am up to and let him know that he can watch live online via the video feed that is set-up in the museum.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I text him a few more times as I slowly move forward in the line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1:43pm – 2:00pm – sitting with Marina Abramovic: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt; I am next up in line.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was looking the other way when I was tapped on the arm that it was my turn.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I stood up next to the guard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;“Are you ready?” he says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;“Yeah, I think so.” I say back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;“Well, you’ve waited long enough."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;He gives me a run down on what I am supposed to do in a quiet voice.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“You’ll walk in and sit down, when you are down put your head down.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Try to maintain eye contact.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So simple.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The instructions are minimal, yet the feeling is intense.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know that I am about to become a part of the Marina’s living exhibit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am given the cue from the guard to go forward.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I quickly slip the straps off the back of my shoes and try to not have them fall off while I walk towards her.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I let my focus shifted only to my walk to the chair I was going to sit in and try to keep my eyes on Marina.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The chair is made of heavy wood and is a few feet away from the artist.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There’s no turning back now.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am filled with a determination to do something different during my sitting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Marina’s head is still down and her eyes are half closed as I take a seat in the chair across from her.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I kick my shoes off and pull my legs up so I’m sitting cross-legged.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My hands naturally fold into my lap.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Marina slowly brings her head up.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her eyes open and meet mine.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She smiles.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I immediately feel a sense of relief and almost amusement by her reaction.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got a sense that she was comforted to see that I have removed my shoes and was sitting cross-legged.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To give everyone a little bit of background on the performance, anyone can sit with the artist.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I stated before, you are supposed to maintain eye contact with the artist and not speak, but those are the only instructions that are given.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The visitor sitting with Marina determines the length of the sitting.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some people sit for 5 minutes, others for an hour, but the average for the day I was there seemed to be about 20 minutes.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;Everyone that sat before me, sat with their feet firmly planted in front of them usually with their hands stiffly on their laps.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No one told visitors that the experience had to be so rigid or serious, but that seemed to be the way most people interpreted the experience.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Often, people can be seen crying either while sitting or after sitting with Marina.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My experience was nothing like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Marina’s smile to me felt warm and welcoming.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I felt as if we were playing a game after her initial smile.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She would shift and I would shift.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I smiled, and she smiled slightly.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We both blinked quite often while we were getting comfortable with each other.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had anticipated that my experience was going to be incredibly intense, after all, many people, both men and women, had been brought to tears, but my experience was nothing like that.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It felt playful and fun.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Serious, but also a little absurd.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For the first few minutes my eyes were locked onto Marina’s, then we both settled.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;Once I was settled, I began to notice the noise that surrounded me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were people on all four sides watching me sit with the artist, but I couldn’t see them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I could pick up certain words, “she” and “her,” but I could not determine the context of the conversation.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Where they talking about me or where they talking about Marina?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How did the viewers react when they saw me take off my shoes and sit cross-legged?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also knew that over Marina’s left shoulder, my friend Jay was watching me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Was he still there?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or had he left?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The most districting part for me was the blurred vision of the massive telephone lens pointed in my direction.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Twice, my gaze broke from Marina’s when I could tell the photographer as taking a picture of me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think my gaze broke two other times, but I am not really sure what caused the shift.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My thoughts moved around while I sat relatively still.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At times, I wondered what Marina was thinking.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Was she trying to figure me out?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What did she see?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What was she feeling?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were times were I was engaged with what I was thinking and feeling.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes it was something completely shallow like “I’m sitting with Marina Abramovic, that’s so cool.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“She’s looking right at me and only at me, wow.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Often, I found myself look directly at Marina but my interest was in the movement of people behind her and the blurred shapes on the wall.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was seeing people and shapes out of my peripheral vision, so they were all blurs that would move, pause, and then move again.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I could make out a blurry guard swing his arms, probably in boredom.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes, I felt as if I was in a living picture.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I studied Marina’s face; the color of her eyes, the shape of her mouth, the complexity of her skin.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was natural, with no make-up and she was beautiful.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her mouth and eyes said the most during my experience.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Slight shifts left me with different feelings: happiness, wonder, and curiosity.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The things I noticed the most was that she had beautiful lips and beautiful, but tired green eyes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;During my time sitting, I never left Marina’s eyes leave mine, but I thought I could feel shifts in her moods.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes it felt like she was close to tears, but more in a positive, relieved way.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or, that’s at least how I’d like to think of it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes, I felt her drift off, as if she was no longer in the moment.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I would feel myself drift off.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then we would both come back and we were again, connected to each other.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Only a few times, did I wonder how long I had been sitting.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At one point, I could feel how tense my body was, especially my back and legs.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Had it been 5 minutes, 10 minutes, half an hour?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had no idea.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would take a deep breath and felt my body relax further into my sitting position.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I checked in with myself and thought I am almost done, but then that shallow thought crossed my mind, “I am sitting with Marina Abroamovic and I should enjoy it just a little bit longer.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I go for a few more minutes and am able to keep my focus strictly on Marina.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am happy and decide that’s enough.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I slowly move my head down and lose my eye contact.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I reach down and put my shoes back on.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I stand up and walk away.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Done.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2:00pm - My experience after sitting&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My experience was nothing like I expected, but everything I could have asked for.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I walked away, I felt completely energized and connected.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought I would reaction like other people and want to be by myself, but I did the complete opposite.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I walked back to the line of people and plopped myself back down next to the people I had met.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My goal was to sit for about 20 to 25 minutes, which was about how long I sat.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tyler asked me if Marina looked at me when I took my shoes off.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had to stop and rethink the experience.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When Tyler asked me the question, I wasn’t completely what had happened.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What I remembered was that Marina’s head was down while I was taking my shoes off and I was completely settled before she looked-up at me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tyler told me that Marina had given me a huge smile when she looked up at me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This made me really happy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I could not have asked for a better reaction from her.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The girl in between Tyler and myself was currently sitting with Marina.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She had left her purse with Tyler and Tyler asked if he could leave his personal items, wallet, cell phone, and watch, with me while he sat.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I half jokingly asked if he was going to sit for hours before I said yes.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He said no and gave me his things.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I left the line and walked around the viewing area to see all the different angels.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was completely amazed at the amount of trust we had all felt with each other in line.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had only known each other for a few hours, yet we all felt comfortable asking the people around us to watch our belongings.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Part of this was because there was security everywhere, but the biggest factor, at least for me, was that I felt a sense of closeness to the people in line.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;A gentleman asked me if I minded sharing my experience with him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We talked for a few minutes and then we both moved on.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I finally settled on the side and sat so I could see the profile of both Marina and the participant.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tim, from earlier that morning, finds me and we discuss our experience.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was still unsure what he thought about the whole thing and said he would need to process it for a while.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, he was definitely emotionally moved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The girl sitting with Marina finished.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She had completed her 28&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; time sitting with the artist.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tyler was up next.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was in and out of conversation with the people around me, while Tyler sat very serious and straight-faced. That is until the very end.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I saw him move out of the corner of my eye and could tell that he had cracked.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A few tears and he stands up and walks out.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;I wondered if he had seen me sitting on the side since I had all of his stuff.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He speed-walked to towards the bathrooms.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Two women attempted to ask him what his experience was like.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He kept walking.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After a few minutes, he took a seat beside me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We hang around for a few minutes and then decide it’s time for some lunch.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I decided that I am going to come back another day to see the rest of the exhibits at the museum.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t want to see anything else today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;We walk out of the museum and our time with Marina Abramovic and the exhibit &lt;i&gt;The Artist is Present&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt; comes to an end.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, at least for today.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tyler and I grab some food and talk for a while. He decides to head back to the museum and I go to Central Park.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He has my card and we both say that we are going to keep in touch.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We wave goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I take a seat in the grass in Central Park.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s a beautiful day outside.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I text with Joshua about my experience and tell him that I will email him the pictures taken of him sitting with Marina when I get home.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then I talk with my Dad on the phone.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He recounts to me what he saw while he watched me sit with Marina via the live video stream.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My Dad and Step Mom were both able to watch my experience live.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My Dad said that he had watched a few other people sit before me, but when I walked up, he felt an intense nervousness for me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He said he felt like he was there sitting with Marina.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was surprised to hear that his experience of watching me sit was almost as intense as me actually sitting with Marina.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He shared what he saw and I shared my experience.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We both agreed that Marina seemed to be energized by my presence and that she maintained a strong presence during my time sitting with her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hang-up with my Dad and give Danny a call to tell him about my experience.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Another call ends and I find myself sitting in the park, and continuing to reflect about my experience.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I remain energized and excited about the whole thing, especially my actual experience of sitting with Marina, until later that evening when a wave of exhaustion hits me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;I am honored and humbled that I had the chance to participate in Marina Abramovic’s exhibit &lt;i&gt;The Artist is Present&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt; and am looking forward to hearing more about the exhibit once it closes at the end of May.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-225291860834891275?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/225291860834891275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=225291860834891275' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/225291860834891275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/225291860834891275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2010/05/artist-is-present-by-marina-abramovic_23.html' title='The Artist is Present, by Marina Abramovic at the MoMA, Part 2'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-8884643428529685268</id><published>2010-05-19T22:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T22:08:23.911-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Check Back</title><content type='html'>I've been busy, but one of the things I have not been busy doing is blogging.  Things are happening and projects are in the works.  I plan to post a better update soon.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-8884643428529685268?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/8884643428529685268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=8884643428529685268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/8884643428529685268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/8884643428529685268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2010/05/check-back.html' title='Check Back'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-7327937622141580497</id><published>2010-04-03T15:53:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T15:00:10.411-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture perfect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='community'/><title type='text'>The Start of Picture Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/S7edbGj8_lI/AAAAAAAAAak/KwKhuAVmjjs/s1600/Perfect+Picture+v06+Teal_small.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/S7edbGj8_lI/AAAAAAAAAak/KwKhuAVmjjs/s320/Perfect+Picture+v06+Teal_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456002562526084690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture Perfect...Is it going to work? I don't know.  How big is it going to be? I don't know.  Do I believe in it?  You bet.  Am I excited?  Hell yeah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Picture-Perfect/362663639159?ref=ts"&gt;Picture Perfect&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Logo by Ivan Boden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-7327937622141580497?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/7327937622141580497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=7327937622141580497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/7327937622141580497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/7327937622141580497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2010/04/start-of-picture-perfect.html' title='The Start of Picture Perfect'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/S7edbGj8_lI/AAAAAAAAAak/KwKhuAVmjjs/s72-c/Perfect+Picture+v06+Teal_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-6652230276705293457</id><published>2010-01-20T18:35:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T20:20:29.199-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='images'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='community'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='protection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help portrait'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smiles are free'/><title type='text'>When a Photographer Cannot, Should Not Share Their Own Images</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What does photography mean when you can't share your images?  We've become a society that over shares both personal and professional images, leaving little room for privacy.  I'm definitely guilty of over sharing.  I have a flickr account, post pictures on facebook, and post information on my blog.  In the last few months, I have drastically decreased my amount of sharing, mostly of images, on all of these sites.  The truth is that not everyone needs to see all of these images.  Some are meant for friends, some for family, and some are meant for no one at all.  Plus, I think that having too many images available for the general public could decrease interest instead of invoking interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The way I use photography has drastically changed for me.  When I first starting shooting, my primary focus was on getting the great, interesting, __(fill in the blank)___ image.  It was all about what I could capture.  Once I shot, I would share my images online with others.  I would get nice feedback about my pictures and developed some wonderful friendship through the use of flickr.  Then I stop posting.  Even though no new pictures were up my site continues to get hundreds of hits.  I still get the occasional comment and favorite tag, but it doesn't mean as much to me anymore.  What I am interest in is how I can use my photography and social work to help others.  And I think I've finally found a way to do this: by providing free family portraits.  I can't take credit for the idea, that would go to the folks at Help Portrait.  But I am responsible for keeping the spirit of the project going even after it ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The family portrait project I have been a part of has changed and challenged all of my previous views of the functionality of photography.  At this point, most people have heard about the Help Portrait project that took place all over the world on 12.12.09.  The purpose of the project was to offer free family portraits to families that might not be able to otherwise to afford family portraits.  The project was a huge success.  Most of the families we shot had never had a professional family portrait taken of their family.  The family were thrilled with their images and my photographers were just as moved by the opportunity to use their skills to give back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Due to the population we were worked with, the images did not go public nor will they go public.  All my photographers were asked not to share these images on public website or to use them in their portfolio.  As far as I know, everyone has been okay with this request.  They understand why we are not sharing the images.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What does it mean to be the photographer that took an image, but not be able to share the image?  It's a new question that I've been tossing around.  For me, the confidentially of the family I shot is way more valuable than a few views and comments on flickr.  I can definitely feel my social work ethics and values coming through with this project.  The hardest part about not sharing the pictures are that they are so powerful and so amazing.  I want to share them, yet I know I shouldn't/can't.  The only time the images were shared was when the pictures were given to the families.  I can't share them, but the family can do wanted they want with the pictures.  It's a strange feeling not have control over your own images.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On January 30, I'll be organizing my 2nd free family photo shoot.  This time it will be at a Pediatric Hospital.  The rules and regulations around the images are going to be even stricter than my last shoot and after meeting the children and staff, I completely understand.  They want to protect the children, which I can't argue with.  Individuals and families "at-risk," "in need," or whatever you call it are frequently exploited through images.  Images are so often used to show suffering, need, and the inability to care of oneself instead of showing the power and strength in individuals and families.  It really saddens me that images are so frequently used this way and how little trust people have in how photographers use images.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hope to help change this perception of photographers and photography.  I want my images to show people's power and beauty, no matter what their circumstance.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's all for now. I'm sure I'll have more to say after the shoot on Jan. 30, when I can share stories and experiences, but not images.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I will include one image in this post. It's of my amazing team of photographers that volunteered their time and skills on 12.12.09.  It was an honor working with each and every one of them and I hope to work with them all again in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/S1eidGMBgGI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/eDed8p4e3Js/s320/DSC_5060_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428986496579371106" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-6652230276705293457?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/6652230276705293457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=6652230276705293457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/6652230276705293457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/6652230276705293457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-photographer-cannot-should-not.html' title='When a Photographer Cannot, Should Not Share Their Own Images'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/S1eidGMBgGI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/eDed8p4e3Js/s72-c/DSC_5060_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-451548819383765604</id><published>2009-11-14T18:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T18:40:13.794-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meatball sandwiches cowboys'/><title type='text'>Homemade Meatball Sandwiches</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;How to make your fiance happy: homemade meatball sandwiches and the cowboys game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/Sv8_TQPA0rI/AAAAAAAAAZs/cSozHbHkQaI/s1600-h/DSC_2844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/Sv8_TQPA0rI/AAAAAAAAAZs/cSozHbHkQaI/s320/DSC_2844.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404107677875884722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/Sv8_TjCAN3I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/pSsIjRjKgYA/s1600-h/DSC_2850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/Sv8_TjCAN3I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/pSsIjRjKgYA/s320/DSC_2850.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404107682921592690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-451548819383765604?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/451548819383765604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=451548819383765604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/451548819383765604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/451548819383765604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2009/11/homemade-meatball-sandwiches.html' title='Homemade Meatball Sandwiches'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/Sv8_TQPA0rI/AAAAAAAAAZs/cSozHbHkQaI/s72-c/DSC_2844.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-5966528491565275688</id><published>2009-09-29T20:38:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T20:54:47.192-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;TED talks&quot; photography creativity art process'/><title type='text'>A lull in production brings forth creativity</title><content type='html'>There has been a lull in my production of pictures lately.  However, not a days goes by that I don't think about my photography.  Lately, I've been grappling finding my artistic voice.  I am no longer satisfied to just take candid street shots.  There is nothing wrong with candid street shots, there are plenty of fantastic photographers out there that are success with this type of shooting, but that is not how I want to define myself as an artist.  My latest interests are night photography, specifically light painting and strobes.  I like how desolate the city can feel at night, especially in Astoria.  I want to use my art to connect other people.  This is where I feel like my social work is going to come into play.  How can I use my skills as a social worker, psychologist, and photographer to help others?  I don't have the answer to that question...yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently found motivation in watching TED talks.  If you haven't discovered this website yet, you need to do it now.  RIGHT NOW!  The talks are typically 15 minutes and cover an array of topics.  I have started to find most of my inspiration for my photography from other art forms, such as literature, poetry, sculpture, etc.  I just haven't quite figured out how to translate this into images.  Even though I haven't been shooting much, I have actually enjoyed this part of the creative process.  I am asking why? Why am I shooting?  What am I shooting?  And what am I trying to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of my favorite TED talks so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target=BLANK href="http://www.ted.com/talks/vik_muniz_makes_art_with_wire_sugar.html"&gt;Vik Muniz: Art with Wire and Sugar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target=BLANK href="http://www.ted.com/talks/olafur_eliasson_playing_with_space_and_light.html"&gt;Olafur Eliasson: Playing with Space and Light&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-5966528491565275688?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/5966528491565275688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=5966528491565275688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/5966528491565275688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/5966528491565275688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2009/09/lull-in-production-brings-forth.html' title='A lull in production brings forth creativity'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-334288187409971611</id><published>2009-07-22T21:28:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T00:35:50.790-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding engaged &quot;david del tredici&quot; ddt &quot;joel conarroe&quot; photography'/><title type='text'>Go, go, go...</title><content type='html'>"Things are going to start happening to me now."   &lt;br /&gt;-Steve Martin, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Jerk&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently applied to the Aperture portfolio contest and the Critical Mass contest.  I feel that I've come to a point where I need to start putting myself and my photography out there.  I have several projects in the works and am very happy with the portfolio I submitted to the most recent two contests.  I will post more about that project in the near future, since I am not ready to put the project online yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short break, Dennis and I have picked back up with the David Del Tredici biography.  We are meeting Joel Conarroe for the second time tomorrow morning.  He has decades worth of letters, postcards, and reviews for DDT.  Joel is an amazing and interesting person.  He has been warm and welcoming to Dennis and myself by opening his home and life to us.  I am looking forward to interviewing  Joel in the upcoming weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in my second summer session in school and wrapping up with my first internship.  It's hard to believe that I've been working at the Supreme Court for 6 months and that I will be done there in 2 weeks.  I have a few weeks off from school and work in August and early September, but will be very busy with other activities.  My matron of honor, Nicole, is coming to visit with her little boy, Hunter, the second week in August.  She has never been to NYC, so I'm excited to show her around my city.  Near the end of August, Danny and I are taking a trip to Santa Fe, NM to start planning our wedding.  It will be a semi-vacation, but our time will mostly be spent looking at venues and meeting with wedding planners.  I am definitely ready to start planning our wedding.  I can't believe it's already been 6 months since we got engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-334288187409971611?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/334288187409971611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=334288187409971611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/334288187409971611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/334288187409971611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2009/07/go-go-go.html' title='Go, go, go...'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-2671102009913135716</id><published>2009-05-31T10:27:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T10:51:44.102-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;nyc workshop photography&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>NYC Photography Workshop Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I am very proud to announce the completion of my first group book.  "New York City" is a collection of photographs taken by members of the &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/nycphotogs/" TARGET="_blank"&gt;NYC Photography Workshop&lt;/a&gt;.  I am also very excited that this book has made it to &lt;a href="http://www.blurb.com/bookstore/popular" TARGET="_blank"&gt;Blurb's Bestseller list&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Check out a preview of the book here:  &lt;a href="http://www.blurb.com/bookstore/detail/688201" TARGET="_blank"&gt;New York City&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SiKYEUBW1_I/AAAAAAAAAZk/RRVkMfrrYaU/s400/nycphotobook5.09.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341999307876128754" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-2671102009913135716?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/2671102009913135716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=2671102009913135716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/2671102009913135716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/2671102009913135716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2009/05/nyc-photography-workshop-book.html' title='NYC Photography Workshop Book'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SiKYEUBW1_I/AAAAAAAAAZk/RRVkMfrrYaU/s72-c/nycphotobook5.09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-234314457503036292</id><published>2009-05-20T22:34:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T00:06:31.572-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tcu graduation may 2009 &quot;fort worth&quot; texas'/><title type='text'>Chris' TCU Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My little brother graduated from TCU a few weeks ago.  I am so incredibly proud of everything he has accomplished.  I can't wait to see what life has in store for him.  We are a TCU family no more.  We are now a family of alumni forever indebted to TCU (both financially and educationally).  Congratulations Shishtopher!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pictures from Chris' graduation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/ShS_Lah4BbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/mRN5PaIqwXc/s1600-h/DSC_6858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/ShS_Lah4BbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/mRN5PaIqwXc/s400/DSC_6858.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338101661161751986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/ShS_GnvRQuI/AAAAAAAAAZU/_FeGmZDVVAk/s1600-h/DSC_6859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/ShS_GnvRQuI/AAAAAAAAAZU/_FeGmZDVVAk/s400/DSC_6859.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338101578808247010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/ShS_GkntsLI/AAAAAAAAAZM/OFgbV3PYvfs/s1600-h/DSC_6899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/ShS_GkntsLI/AAAAAAAAAZM/OFgbV3PYvfs/s400/DSC_6899.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338101577971249330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/ShS_GdnwlSI/AAAAAAAAAZE/h9gPrqP5PQQ/s1600-h/DSC_6920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/ShS_GdnwlSI/AAAAAAAAAZE/h9gPrqP5PQQ/s400/DSC_6920.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338101576092390690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/ShS_GEqnwAI/AAAAAAAAAY8/D5SqIpuoT_o/s1600-h/DSC_6927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/ShS_GEqnwAI/AAAAAAAAAY8/D5SqIpuoT_o/s400/DSC_6927.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338101569393508354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/ShS_GP1ilgI/AAAAAAAAAY0/gWiLHBsCLRo/s1600-h/DSC_6928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/ShS_GP1ilgI/AAAAAAAAAY0/gWiLHBsCLRo/s400/DSC_6928.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338101572392097282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/ShS-07Ru6zI/AAAAAAAAAYs/RLq0yylC2Mk/s1600-h/DSC_6935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/ShS-07Ru6zI/AAAAAAAAAYs/RLq0yylC2Mk/s400/DSC_6935.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338101274815425330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/ShS-0xwHVdI/AAAAAAAAAYk/FV4nMvqaXco/s1600-h/DSC_6972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/ShS-0xwHVdI/AAAAAAAAAYk/FV4nMvqaXco/s400/DSC_6972.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338101272258500050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/ShS-0hX7pcI/AAAAAAAAAYc/3gclKZ0VqHU/s1600-h/DSC_6987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/ShS-0hX7pcI/AAAAAAAAAYc/3gclKZ0VqHU/s400/DSC_6987.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338101267862103490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/ShS-0lQZ_YI/AAAAAAAAAYU/KLJBglvchYQ/s1600-h/DSC_6997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/ShS-0lQZ_YI/AAAAAAAAAYU/KLJBglvchYQ/s400/DSC_6997.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338101268904279426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/ShS-0rKnG1I/AAAAAAAAAYM/byxBgJXCg54/s1600-h/DSC_7012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/ShS-0rKnG1I/AAAAAAAAAYM/byxBgJXCg54/s400/DSC_7012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338101270490585938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-234314457503036292?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/234314457503036292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=234314457503036292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/234314457503036292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/234314457503036292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2009/05/chris-tcu-graduation.html' title='Chris&apos; TCU Graduation'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/ShS_Lah4BbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/mRN5PaIqwXc/s72-c/DSC_6858.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-4649758709422040687</id><published>2009-05-13T20:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:34:22.274-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Asher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was home this past weekend for my brother's graduation from TCU and to spend some time with the family.  I had a great time playing with my nephew, Asher.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SgtmdCnrDEI/AAAAAAAAAXk/8ZiGHHQ867o/s400/DSC_7040_bw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335470832655993922" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SgtmdLl80eI/AAAAAAAAAXs/9ZamUUmMylU/s400/DSC_7037.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335470835064689122" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SgtmdL_c7RI/AAAAAAAAAX0/V-K4Bxk77YA/s400/DSC_7047.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335470835171650834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SgtmddyIimI/AAAAAAAAAYE/q8EeJI7lGmQ/s1600-h/DSC_7053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SgtmddyIimI/AAAAAAAAAYE/q8EeJI7lGmQ/s400/DSC_7053.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335470839947627106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SgtmdSVATjI/AAAAAAAAAX8/VPJkEwYPyWI/s1600-h/DSC_7050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SgtmdSVATjI/AAAAAAAAAX8/VPJkEwYPyWI/s400/DSC_7050.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335470836872662578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-4649758709422040687?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/4649758709422040687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=4649758709422040687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/4649758709422040687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/4649758709422040687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2009/05/mr-asher.html' title='Mr. Asher'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SgtmdCnrDEI/AAAAAAAAAXk/8ZiGHHQ867o/s72-c/DSC_7040_bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-8977504241316588919</id><published>2009-05-04T21:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:22:51.019-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Overdue Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Life has been busy these last few weeks.  I finished my first semester at NYU, which included four final papers due all the same week.  It's hard to believe that I will be done with my MSW in almost exactly a year.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dennis Tobenski and I continue to interview David Del Tredici every two weeks for his biography.  A few weeks ago, we had our first interview with someone other than David.  We interviewed Tison Street, a composer and violinist, and long time friend of David.  The interview with Tison went very well and I also snagged a few pictures.  Tison and David are the first two subjects in my long-term photo project on American Composer.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For more recent news, today I purchased my first macro lens.  I am the proud owner of a Nikkor 60mm 2.8 micro lens.  Pictures with my new lens to come soon.  For now, I leave you with a few pictures from a car that caught fire on our street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/Sf-da6LOCBI/AAAAAAAAAXU/XzQFNRb_ytU/s400/DSC_6483.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332153569448429586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/Sf-dawLywTI/AAAAAAAAAXc/JQTEadZ6AWU/s1600-h/DSC_6567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/Sf-dawLywTI/AAAAAAAAAXc/JQTEadZ6AWU/s400/DSC_6567.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332153566766481714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-8977504241316588919?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/8977504241316588919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=8977504241316588919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/8977504241316588919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/8977504241316588919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2009/05/overdue-update.html' title='Overdue Update'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/Sf-da6LOCBI/AAAAAAAAAXU/XzQFNRb_ytU/s72-c/DSC_6483.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-3514568637999820613</id><published>2009-04-11T21:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:30:12.941-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nyc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friday'/><title type='text'>Good Friday at the MoMA</title><content type='html'>I spent Good Friday, and my day off, at the MoMA and making new friends in Central Park.  I was incredibly excited to practice some of the new techniques &lt;a href="http://photoleftovers.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joe Bug&lt;/a&gt; taught me during our meeting on Thursday.  I decided to only shoot with my 50mm and to really focus on the composition of all the pictures I took.  I was very pleased with how my pictures turned out.  More to come soon...Happy Easter.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SeFDjFf_qtI/AAAAAAAAAXM/3QcnEBj-smM/s1600-h/DSC_6351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SeFDjFf_qtI/AAAAAAAAAXM/3QcnEBj-smM/s400/DSC_6351.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323610504579492562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SeFDiwG-G4I/AAAAAAAAAW8/NpyRYzyPLLk/s400/DSC_6349.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323610498837388162" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SeFDjC6auBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/kX8dhDq74OI/s1600-h/DSC_6330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SeFDjC6auBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/kX8dhDq74OI/s400/DSC_6330.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323610503885010962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-3514568637999820613?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/3514568637999820613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=3514568637999820613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/3514568637999820613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/3514568637999820613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-friday-at-moma.html' title='Good Friday at the MoMA'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SeFDjFf_qtI/AAAAAAAAAXM/3QcnEBj-smM/s72-c/DSC_6351.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-6342171399602479346</id><published>2009-04-06T00:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T00:20:49.144-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pillow fight nyc 2009 wall street'/><title type='text'>Pillow Fight, NYC 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Old friends, new friends, and lots of laughs.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pillow Fight, 2009, Wall St., NYC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SdmCghm0MrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/_U05WyV6yDM/s320/DSC_6010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321427930003550898" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SdmCgeje5HI/AAAAAAAAAWg/9tgKu65Emwo/s320/DSC_6000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321427929184265330" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SdmCAo--o0I/AAAAAAAAAWY/HHp9NpsfvX0/s320/DSC_5928.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321427382228132674" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SdmCAfMIs8I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/spe8_qk11wk/s320/DSC_5919_bw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321427379598963650" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" 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title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/6342171399602479346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/6342171399602479346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2009/04/pillow-fight-nyc-2009.html' title='Pillow Fight, NYC 2009'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SdmCghm0MrI/AAAAAAAAAWo/_U05WyV6yDM/s72-c/DSC_6010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-3544190922995950153</id><published>2009-03-20T16:28:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T12:22:07.699-04:00</updated><title type='text'>San Fran and Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Danny and I returned last night from a wonderful trip to San Francisco.  Ms. Erin Stone was our personal tour guide for the trip.  The first day we spent walking all over the city.  We saw Lombard Street, Pier 39, Russian Hill, and various other parts of the city.  More importantly, we ate a brownie sundae at the Ghirardelli Factory and drank a beer and ate pizza at a great dive bar in Russian Hill, and heard a guy from Jersey yell at the conductor of a cable car.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;The next day, we headed to Golden Gate Park.  We strolled through the Arboretum and visited the De Young Museum.  The most impressive part of the museum was the "Warhol Live" exhibit.  The exhibit consisted of 4 rooms that made you feel like you were part of the Silver Factory experience.  As we made our way through the massive exhibit, we noticed that there was a whisper going around.  It turns out that the famous glass artist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chihuly.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Dale Chihuly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;was walking through the exhibit at the same time we were.  He was pretty hard to miss, besides the entourage of artisty folk following him, he was wearing an eye patch and black boots covered in splashes of vibrant paint.  Of course, Erin and I had to find his book in the museum store.  We were both quite impressed with his work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Our final day, we spent cycling across the Golden Gate Bridge to Sausalito.  The fog was heavy by the time we reached the bridge, but we were lucky enough to catch little breaks every now and again.  We had planned to bike always to the Redwoods, but thought that lunch and lying in the sun sounded better.  When we got back to the Ferry Building, Danny and I grabbed a beer and a crab salad and then met up with Danny's Aunt, who happened to be in town at the same time.  It was the perfect ending to the perfect afternoon.  All in all, our trip to San Fran was amazing.  I was so happy to spend time with old high school friends (Ethan and Erica) and their significant others.  Danny and I will definitely be back to visit the great state of California. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 161px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/ScP8zGZ6pTI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Dvgvc8LmYGY/s320/DSC_9227_bw_resized.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315369940050158898" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/ScP8zX7EL_I/AAAAAAAAAVw/_0RayDbNHrA/s1600-h/DSC_9240_2_resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/ScP8zX7EL_I/AAAAAAAAAVw/_0RayDbNHrA/s320/DSC_9240_2_resized.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315369944752599026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-3544190922995950153?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/ScP8zGZ6pTI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Dvgvc8LmYGY/s72-c/DSC_9227_bw_resized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-6887255015731771211</id><published>2009-03-03T23:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:42:12.447-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nyc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='astoria park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='queens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>A little Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got about 6 inches of snow on Monday.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The whole neighborhood was sledding by Monday afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/Sa4GITkeYJI/AAAAAAAAAVY/kpmIe1wAUOo/s1600-h/DSC_4698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/Sa4GITkeYJI/AAAAAAAAAVY/kpmIe1wAUOo/s320/DSC_4698.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309187750478373010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/Sa4GIJ4RxHI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/3Oy9b-_kasY/s1600-h/DSC_4637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/Sa4GIJ4RxHI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/3Oy9b-_kasY/s320/DSC_4637.jpg" border="0" alt="" 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Snow'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/Sa4GITkeYJI/AAAAAAAAAVY/kpmIe1wAUOo/s72-c/DSC_4698.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-3788234111239323700</id><published>2009-02-25T19:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:29:12.329-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dennis tobenski david &quot;del tredici&quot;'/><title type='text'>Interview I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SaXhlIyet2I/AAAAAAAAAVI/frgjKCSkpE4/s1600-h/DSC_4541_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SaXhlIyet2I/AAAAAAAAAVI/frgjKCSkpE4/s320/DSC_4541_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306895764056618850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Dennis and I had our first of many interviews with David Del Tredici.  I have to say upfront that David's apartment is beautiful.  The walls are covered with wonderful art that he's collected over the years.  I'm not going to give away too much about this project right now, but I will say that we are working towards something big.  I came along to the interview primarily to take pictures, but ended up being very involved with David's interview.  I felt that David was very easy to talk to and very honest about his life.  I ended up taking something like 10 pictures because I became so engrossed in his story that I just put down my camera.  I appreciate Dennis for first, allowing me to come along, and second, for allowing me to help with the interview.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot wait to see where this project takes us.  More to come...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-3788234111239323700?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/3788234111239323700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=3788234111239323700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/3788234111239323700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/3788234111239323700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2009/02/interview-i.html' title='Interview I'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SaXhlIyet2I/AAAAAAAAAVI/frgjKCSkpE4/s72-c/DSC_4541_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-4682700989641823375</id><published>2009-02-20T20:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T20:16:51.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SZ9VgiXp9FI/AAAAAAAAAVA/BdYaluAZThc/s1600-h/DSC01407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SZ9VgiXp9FI/AAAAAAAAAVA/BdYaluAZThc/s320/DSC01407.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305052903535932498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the first pictures I took that got me interested into photography&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a strange mood today- kind of contemplative, a little withdrawn, and becoming more reminiscent.  I blame a majority of this mood on the weather.  We were starting to have nice days with temperatures moving into the 40s and 50s, when SMACK, we are hit with wind that makes it feel like it is 3 degrees outside.  I really don't mind cold temperatures and I actually like winter, but I do not like being caught off guard by the weather and going from beautiful temperatures to below freezing.  I'm hoping that this is our last cold front before spring starts to emerge.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am quickly moving forward with both my photography and career in social work.  I might have a few upcoming (paying!) photography gigs and I'm starting to think ahead to my next internship in the fall.  So, all and all, life is good, really good.  But every now and again I get in these moods that are really hard to shake.  They don't last long, but they always get me thinking.  Thinking about where I am, but mostly thinking about the past.  I'm hoping that I can start to use these moods to my creative advantage, I just have to figure out a way to do this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes you have to look to the past before you can move forward.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-4682700989641823375?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/4682700989641823375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=4682700989641823375' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-984653509149901613</id><published>2009-02-10T22:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T22:50:21.469-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='star wars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='darth vader'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You've got to love getting an email from Darth Vader.  I guess I've gone to the dark side....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-984653509149901613?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/984653509149901613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=984653509149901613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/984653509149901613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/984653509149901613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2009/02/youve-got-to-love-getting-email-from.html' title=''/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-1415654819874306386</id><published>2009-02-09T17:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T17:47:47.108-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic con'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new york city'/><title type='text'>Two words: Comic Con</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am not ashamed to say that I spent a majority of the weekend at Comic Con.  I didn't really have any idea what it was all about until I showed up Saturday afternoon.  The event sounded like it would make some good photos, so out I went.  I had such a great time that I went back again on Sunday.  I was lucky enough to score a free ticket into the show Sunday afternoon.  This was pretty sweet since I wanted to go in, but wasn't planning on buying a ticket because they were $40.  I wandered around for quite awhile, mostly just people watching.  There was a great energy at the event, it was hard not to have fun.  My only regret is that I didn't talk to many people.  I was a little reserved, because I was new to this environment and felt out of place.  Next time, I will definitely talk to more people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, I've been a huge slacker with my blog.  I plan on trying to post regularly again.  Check back soon for more updates.  For now, I leave you with a few pictures from Comic Con 2009.  Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SZCwHa3P_EI/AAAAAAAAAUw/gWrQ4YtCCNE/s1600-h/DSC_4388_bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SZCwHa3P_EI/AAAAAAAAAUw/gWrQ4YtCCNE/s320/DSC_4388_bw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300930402931702850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SZCwGqU_CTI/AAAAAAAAAUY/mninpQq96G8/s320/DSC_4196.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300930389903083826" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SZCwHPKByrI/AAAAAAAAAUo/8IgPJi2pGwc/s1600-h/DSC_4322_bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SZCwHPKByrI/AAAAAAAAAUo/8IgPJi2pGwc/s320/DSC_4322_bw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300930399789238962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SZCwGzhnc0I/AAAAAAAAAUg/p1ws1iACWis/s1600-h/DSC_4289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SZCwGzhnc0I/AAAAAAAAAUg/p1ws1iACWis/s320/DSC_4289.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300930392371983170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-1415654819874306386?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/1415654819874306386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=1415654819874306386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/1415654819874306386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/1415654819874306386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2009/02/two-words-comic-con.html' title='Two words: Comic Con'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SZCwHa3P_EI/AAAAAAAAAUw/gWrQ4YtCCNE/s72-c/DSC_4388_bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-2645269477146211039</id><published>2008-12-14T11:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T12:06:40.030-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rockefeller center'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Moving too fast</title><content type='html'>I haven't had a chance to see the Christmas tree in Rockefeller Center yet and that makes me very sad.  I must make time to see it at least twice next week before we leave for the holidays.  I just haven't had the time to get in the Christmas spirit this year.  Where does the time go?!?!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SUU8U_iCoiI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Zke69gxEil4/s320/DSC_0346.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279692469511037474" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picture from last year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-2645269477146211039?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/2645269477146211039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=2645269477146211039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/2645269477146211039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/2645269477146211039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2008/12/moving-too-fast.html' title='Moving too fast'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SUU8U_iCoiI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Zke69gxEil4/s72-c/DSC_0346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-118623016289336838</id><published>2008-11-30T11:53:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T12:30:47.359-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engaged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Family Time</title><content type='html'>A lot has happened since my last post.  My little brother got engaged, my dad got married, and I got into NYU's Social Work program with a generous scholarship.  Life is good. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/STLL9NQ9oZI/AAAAAAAAAQM/eB6wZXqLcBk/s1600-h/DSC_2281.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/STLL9LeBzqI/AAAAAAAAAQE/jcgjYhYasdU/s320/DSC_2207_bw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274502365515468450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/STLL9NQ9oZI/AAAAAAAAAQM/eB6wZXqLcBk/s320/DSC_2281.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274502365997539730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/STLL8Weq7bI/AAAAAAAAAPs/jwua8erTk1M/s320/DSC_2428.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274502351291084210" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/STLL86N1zBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Bty8HMfqMm0/s1600-h/DSC_2209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/STLL86N1zBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Bty8HMfqMm0/s320/DSC_2209.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274502360884169746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/STLL8jvT8oI/AAAAAAAAAP0/KmyYf5-ED9Q/s1600-h/DSC_2519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/STLL8jvT8oI/AAAAAAAAAP0/KmyYf5-ED9Q/s320/DSC_2519.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274502354850542210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-118623016289336838?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/118623016289336838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=118623016289336838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/118623016289336838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/118623016289336838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2008/11/family-time.html' title='Family Time'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/STLL9LeBzqI/AAAAAAAAAQE/jcgjYhYasdU/s72-c/DSC_2207_bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-9175712708261561866</id><published>2008-11-10T18:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T18:35:30.992-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rockefeller center'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='president'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><title type='text'>11.4.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SRjE0wYqTeI/AAAAAAAAAPk/2hIJYd2p6cc/s1600-h/DSC_1635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SRjE0wYqTeI/AAAAAAAAAPk/2hIJYd2p6cc/s320/DSC_1635.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267176174830374370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SRjE0TAUtDI/AAAAAAAAAPU/pdyWMBh0j_g/s320/DSC_1347.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267176166943667250" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SRjE076KmgI/AAAAAAAAAPc/mzIg2NyOeyI/s1600-h/DSC_1370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SRjE076KmgI/AAAAAAAAAPc/mzIg2NyOeyI/s320/DSC_1370.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267176177923693058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It all changes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1.20.09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-9175712708261561866?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/9175712708261561866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=9175712708261561866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/9175712708261561866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/9175712708261561866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2008/11/11408.html' title='11.4.08'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SRjE0wYqTeI/AAAAAAAAAPk/2hIJYd2p6cc/s72-c/DSC_1635.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-4254985325012452407</id><published>2008-10-29T23:31:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T00:24:02.612-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pdn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nyc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo expo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bill eppridge'/><title type='text'>Meeting Bill Eppridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I'm taking a break from writing personal statements to post a thread about meeting Bill Eppridge.  Last weekend, the huge PDN Photo Expo took place over in midtown.  I met up with a few friends Friday afternoon and wandered around the huge trade show.  I was feeling pretty uninspired by all the gear and gadgets, but loved the feeling of being in a warehouse full of photographers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I decided to leave my group with the gadgets and go check-out the free lecture by Bill Eppridge.  I started my journey by asking a few people where he would be speaking.  No one seemed to know.  I ended up two levels down in the wrong part of the expo hall.  I headed back to the exhibit area and found where the lecture would be taking place, which was almost exactly where I started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262792020836012306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SQkxdaCw0RI/AAAAAAAAAPM/fN3tVGe8Lzo/s320/DSC_0358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill's stories began after a wonderful introduction by a Pulitzer Prize-winning anchorman.  Now, some of you might know the name "Bill Eppridge" but if you don't, I guarantee that you are familiar his work.  Bill was one of the first photographers to shoot the Beatles and also worked extensively with a young Barbara Streisand.  He was at Woodstock, went to Vietnam, and featured one of the first stories in Life on a couple addicted to Heroin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While all of these photographs are amazing, Bill is probably most well-known for his pictures of Robert Kennedy.  Bill told story after story about the events he witnessed, while a slideshow of his pictures was projected above him.  He was in the room, and actually right next to, Bobby when he was assassinated.  To hear the story of Bobby's assassination from a first-hand witness was beyond powerful.  I felt as though I was listening to a living, breathing, walking history book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262792005819007666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SQkxciGbgrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/87xbqZt_qcI/s320/DSC_0375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262792010780528242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SQkxc0lWTnI/AAAAAAAAAO8/727lcERGFKs/s320/DSC_0377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill spoke for well over an hour and only stopped because they needed everyone out of the room we were using.  After the talk, Bill stuck around and spoke to anyone and everyone that approached the stage.  I instantly made my way to the front.  I wouldn't say I was star-struck by Bill, but I was in awe of this man.  I was completely taken back to have the honor and privilege to shake the hand of a man who had experienced so much of our nation's history.  I didn't have any questions for him.  I simply told him how honored I was to meet him and that I hope to achieve a fraction of what he's accomplished.  His response: "have a good editor."  Of course, he can say that; Bill married his editor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262792015822544466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SQkxdHXdXlI/AAAAAAAAAPE/kemNIpcl1Ac/s320/DSC_0386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the expo completely elated.  I couldn't go home, I was too excited.  I found the nearest cafe, grabbed some coffee, and wrote.  I reflected on what I want to accomplish as a photographer and why I want to pursue a career in social service.  I felt empowered, excited, and inspired all by one man's life stories.  It has been a long time since I have had the feeling of complete euphoria, but last Friday broke that dry spell.  Meeting Bill Eppridge will be something I remember for the rest of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-4254985325012452407?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/4254985325012452407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=4254985325012452407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/4254985325012452407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/4254985325012452407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2008/10/meeting-bill-eppridge.html' title='Meeting Bill Eppridge'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SQkxdaCw0RI/AAAAAAAAAPM/fN3tVGe8Lzo/s72-c/DSC_0358.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-9087452400082910983</id><published>2008-10-06T22:39:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T00:09:53.703-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='capital'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barclay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lehman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brothers'/><title type='text'>We'd love to use your picture...for free.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SOrRyzGCwuI/AAAAAAAAAOs/66Y8K5hxNNQ/s1600-h/DSC_7276_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SOrRyzGCwuI/AAAAAAAAAOs/66Y8K5hxNNQ/s320/DSC_7276_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254242585920324322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two different websites approached me this week and asked to use the picture above.  My first reaction was excitement.  I was happy that people wanted to use my pictures, I was flattered by the nice things they said, and I felt as if I might be moving past the amateur stage.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I emailed both individuals to discuss compensation and received the same response: they were not able to give any compensation, but would give photo credit.  Now, here's the tough part: do I let them use my picture with my name and hope that I draw some attention to myself or do I hold out for some sort of compensation?  I turned down the first website, and was happy I did after I saw the pictures they used in their article.  The pictures were not bad, but they obviously all came from Flickr and used them for free.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for as the second website, I haven't decided what to tell them yet.  The website looks more credible, but overall lacks pictures.  I am leaning towards telling them no and here's why:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I took the picture with intent.  I knew I only had a few days to get the picture and sure enough, the Lehman Brother's sign was gone before the weekend was over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I now have one of very few pictures with the Lehman Brothers and Barclay Capital sign&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last, and I believe most important:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I do not feel that I need to let people use my pictures for free.  I'm not asking for a large compensation, maybe only a few bucks, but I feel that I would be devaluing my pictures if I was to start letting people use them for free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all I have for now.  I would love some feedback/options/discussion on this subject.  Please feel free to share your own stories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-9087452400082910983?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/9087452400082910983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=9087452400082910983' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/9087452400082910983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/9087452400082910983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2008/10/wed-love-to-use-your-picturefor-free.html' title='We&apos;d love to use your picture...for free.'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SOrRyzGCwuI/AAAAAAAAAOs/66Y8K5hxNNQ/s72-c/DSC_7276_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-6220739869298799273</id><published>2008-09-29T20:58:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T21:59:11.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to my Little Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SOGAvQZRfQI/AAAAAAAAAOM/GoWp3dRppDw/s320/family+33.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251620189833886978" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Don't Worry if Your Job Is Small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't worry if your job is small,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And your rewards are few.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember that the mighty oak,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was once a nut like you.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know this poem isn't specifically about brothers, but I felt if was appropriate and way too good to pass up.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was looking at the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cspan%20class=" face="'Trebuchet MS'" size="13px" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.froghouse.tcu.edu/contactus3.asp"&gt;Frog House&lt;/a&gt; website tonight and was suddenly struck with how grown-up my younger brother is.  It seems like overnight, he went from a quiet, shy kid to a successful, hardworking, tall and bearded man.  What happened?!? And more importantly, where did the time go?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SOGEiobv4vI/AAAAAAAAAOc/mlK7enh2FzY/s320/Friends.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251624370994930418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am so incredibly proud of who he's become and cannot wait to see where he is going.  I definitely was a proud sister when I saw my brother's name listed as "Executive Director" of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TCU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Frog House.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shishtopher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I'm so proud of everything you have accomplished.  Thank you for being a great brother and my unofficial-twin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SOGCm0iQsqI/AAAAAAAAAOU/F4Yk7i_qGe8/s320/DSC_6018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251622243939693218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SOGAvCngwdI/AAAAAAAAAOE/APKNBpL1T10/s320/DSC_6090.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251620186135511506" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SOGEiwe6vqI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ejAX3U4IWJg/s320/20thbday.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251624373155708578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SOGAulAt9sI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Wltu3QpqKFw/s320/DSC_6028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251620178188170946" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-6220739869298799273?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/6220739869298799273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=6220739869298799273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/6220739869298799273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/6220739869298799273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2008/09/ode-to-my-little-brother.html' title='Ode to my Little Brother'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SOGAvQZRfQI/AAAAAAAAAOM/GoWp3dRppDw/s72-c/family+33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-3825064290678594203</id><published>2008-09-25T22:59:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T23:19:30.878-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nyc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='central park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='david'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blaine'/><title type='text'>One thing after another</title><content type='html'>A lot happening in NYC this week: David Blaine hanging upside, Lehman Brothers becoming Barclay Capital, and (gasp) Sarah Palin.  I have a picture of Palin posted of my flickr if your interested.  That's about all that attention I care to give her.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for David Blaine, I will quote the man I heard in Central Park..."He's not a very good magician.  I can see his wires."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SNxR82LvYbI/AAAAAAAAANQ/85GjqNU9YXw/s1600-h/DSC_6913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SNxR9JzmuWI/AAAAAAAAANg/XRlutV9T4EM/s320/DSC_6922.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250161376653392226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SNxR9FAEWLI/AAAAAAAAANo/r8rNKm606J4/s1600-h/DSC_7276.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SNxSuRpax4I/AAAAAAAAANw/Y7ThC10bz_c/s320/DSC_6620.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250162220571740034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SNxR9FAEWLI/AAAAAAAAANo/r8rNKm606J4/s320/DSC_7276.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250161375363487922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-3825064290678594203?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/3825064290678594203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=3825064290678594203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/3825064290678594203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/3825064290678594203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-thing-after-another.html' title='One thing after another'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SNxR9PIx0RI/AAAAAAAAANY/TBLCtg2PA3k/s72-c/DSC_6977.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-9065535900333648965</id><published>2008-09-15T21:27:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:56:50.202-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends. summer'/><title type='text'>Just Passing Through: Summer of Old Friends</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure how or why it happened, but this summer was the summer of old friends.  I reconnected with several friends I haven't seen over 5 years!  Ethan, Sal, Nicole, Blaine, Vinnie.....I couldn't have planned a summer like this.  Maybe that's why it happened.  Nothing was planned, people just showed up.  Seeing all these friends from different phases of my life brought back a lot of memories: Tennis camp at Newks, late nights at Starbucks, crazy van rides, dressing-up and walking to Adam's house are just a few memories that come to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing that I have been able to stay friends with so many different people over the years, even through all the changes and transitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very lucky to have so many old friends still in my life. I love all of you guys.  Thank you for helping me become who I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Two of the friends I reconnected with this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Nicole, and Hunter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SM8Oqoy447I/AAAAAAAAANA/5CSnc9hqvtw/s1600-h/DSC_5542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SM8Oqoy447I/AAAAAAAAANA/5CSnc9hqvtw/s320/DSC_5542.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246428216578073522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sal and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SM8NOfyb-NI/AAAAAAAAAM4/wyLuiq8NSWM/s1600-h/ktandsal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SM8NOfyb-NI/AAAAAAAAAM4/wyLuiq8NSWM/s320/ktandsal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246426633612294354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-9065535900333648965?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/9065535900333648965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=9065535900333648965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/9065535900333648965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/9065535900333648965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-passing-through-summer-of-old.html' title='Just Passing Through: Summer of Old Friends'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SM8Oqoy447I/AAAAAAAAANA/5CSnc9hqvtw/s72-c/DSC_5542.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-6520811320346773277</id><published>2008-09-04T21:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:08:59.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Promised Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SMCQt6z3p-I/AAAAAAAAAMg/fiOixMmz4JA/s1600-h/DSC_5770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SMCQt6z3p-I/AAAAAAAAAMg/fiOixMmz4JA/s320/DSC_5770.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242349084814583778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SMCQtxoolqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/SKKtoI81Ibc/s1600-h/DSC_5808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SMCQtxoolqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/SKKtoI81Ibc/s320/DSC_5808.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242349082351539874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it's been a busy summer.  I took Danny mountain biking for his 29th birthday two weekends ago in the Poconos.  We packed up very early on Friday and headed to the town of Jim Thorpe.  The town is about 2.5 hours from where we live, but you feel like you're in a small town in Switzerland.  We will definitely be back to mountain bike again and also to try some white water rafting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SMCQt6lwPqI/AAAAAAAAAMw/lGnfCMXYYrI/s1600-h/DSC_5871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SMCQt6lwPqI/AAAAAAAAAMw/lGnfCMXYYrI/s320/DSC_5871.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242349084755377826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been very lucky this summer to reconnect with old friends and the honor to make fantastic, new friends.  Last week alone, I reconnected with three people that I haven't seen in over four years!  I guess everyone decided this was the year to come to the US Open.   I have had the honor to get to know June Harrison, who is a fantastic tennis photographer, and just began my class with Donna Clovis.  I have a feeling that big things are about to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have more stories and pictures up, hopefully, by the end of the weekend.  Keep checking back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-6520811320346773277?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/6520811320346773277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=6520811320346773277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/6520811320346773277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/6520811320346773277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2008/09/promised-updates.html' title='Promised Updates'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SMCQt6z3p-I/AAAAAAAAAMg/fiOixMmz4JA/s72-c/DSC_5770.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-6856195285767000064</id><published>2008-08-23T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T14:34:08.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>I just returned from mountain biking in the Poconos and am about to get ready for a Photo Walk at Coney Island.  The photo walk should be pretty exciting, especially since our group leader organized several events for us.  I also just received my new business cards and they look amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots more to come soon: posts, pictures, and all of the above.  Happy Saturday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-6856195285767000064?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/6856195285767000064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=6856195285767000064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/6856195285767000064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/6856195285767000064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2008/08/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-3950978996781635107</id><published>2008-08-03T11:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T12:18:23.004-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brownie'/><title type='text'>Brownie 2A</title><content type='html'>I met a couple friends for lunch at the Time-Life building for lunch on Friday.  We had a great time discussing photography and enjoyed looking at some of the old Time-Life photographs in the lunch room.  On my way home from lunch, I decided to stop by a local thrift store, Astoria's Second Best Thrift Store.  I hadn't been in there for several months and enjoyed wandering through the newly organized store.  I had made my way to the second half of the store when I stumbled upon two Kodak Brownie cameras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SJXXhzsLyjI/AAAAAAAAAMY/YzAusxFSCVQ/s1600-h/DSC_4531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SJXXhzsLyjI/AAAAAAAAAMY/YzAusxFSCVQ/s320/DSC_4531.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230323518071884338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played with both of them for a few minutes and decided to see how much they would want for both cameras.  I walked out of the store with two Brownies for a total of $6.  There are a few small pieces that will need to be replaced, but both cameras are in great condition.  I also found out that B&amp;H still sells the film for these cameras.  I will hopefully be able to take some pictures with the Brownies in the next few week and will post them as soon as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-3950978996781635107?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/3950978996781635107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=3950978996781635107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/3950978996781635107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/3950978996781635107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2008/08/brownie-2a.html' title='Brownie 2A'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SJXXhzsLyjI/AAAAAAAAAMY/YzAusxFSCVQ/s72-c/DSC_4531.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-922689691146072721</id><published>2008-07-22T20:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T22:00:56.328-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestlye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starbucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='governor&apos;s island'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mcdonalds'/><title type='text'>The New McDonald's</title><content type='html'>I have a theory....it's probably been said before, but I believe that Starbucks will be (or is) the new McDonald's.  Starbucks has some of the only "public" bathrooms in the city, which I take advantage of, but public bathrooms mean a lot of foot traffic, foot traffic that is surpassing the upkeep of the store.  I was in Starbucks this evening over on Prince St. and could not believe how disgusting the bathroom was.  There was one bathroom (total, girls and guys) for a store that could hold 50-60 people that I waited close to 25 minutes to use.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting in line, I began to have the feeling that is was in coffees version of McDonald's.  Customers waited in a long line to have a sugary drink made at lighting speed.  I don't know about other coffee drinkers, but my belief is that coffee wasn't meant to be consumed in a hurry.  To me, coffee means good conversation or a good book.  Something that should be enjoy not quickly, but over a period of time.  I guess that is my big problem with the current lifestyle:  Nobody slows down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last though of the day, next time you are drinking a cup of coffee make yourself slow down.  Force yourself to sit and enjoy your drink instead of running out the door.  And let me know how that works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with one of my favorite pictures from Governor's Island...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SIaQcSHwabI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/f-UFrvSncas/s1600-h/DSC_3869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SIaQcSHwabI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/f-UFrvSncas/s320/DSC_3869.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226023233185147314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-922689691146072721?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/922689691146072721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=922689691146072721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/922689691146072721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/922689691146072721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-mcdonalds.html' title='The New McDonald&apos;s'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SIaQcSHwabI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/f-UFrvSncas/s72-c/DSC_3869.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-8930078576688175375</id><published>2008-06-28T20:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T20:21:59.342-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Stock Photography</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I now have pictures posted on a stock photography website.  Danny's old roommate visited us last weekend and is also into photography.  I have to thank Dan and Emily for telling me about stock photography.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I only have two pictures up right now, but these pictures are officially for sale.  I will have more posted soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I would love any feedback/discussion about stock photography or about my pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://psc.photoshelter.com/user/kaityv" target="_blank"&gt;http://psc.photoshelter.com/user/kaityv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-8930078576688175375?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/8930078576688175375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=8930078576688175375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/8930078576688175375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/8930078576688175375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2008/06/stock-photography.html' title='Stock Photography'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-2490933087300254124</id><published>2008-06-22T13:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T14:04:39.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorites</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are a few of my favorite pictures from my trip to Texas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SF6TKwK-r6I/AAAAAAAAALg/QckJQfd1SXY/s320/DSC_2387+copybw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214767231480541090" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SF6TK1NQ6II/AAAAAAAAALo/89RYzKU4VgI/s320/DSC_2449+copy2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214767232832301186" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SF6TLOCGxQI/AAAAAAAAALw/XXJxHaQxwuw/s320/DSC_2453+copybw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214767239496385794" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SF6RyLquaXI/AAAAAAAAALI/8XdQRuKptWw/s320/DSC_2272+copy2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214765709853092210" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SF6R0dzl3dI/AAAAAAAAALY/x9sO9nLyLBM/s320/DSC_2360+copy2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214765749081857490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SF6Rz9fMpMI/AAAAAAAAALQ/n58AnfxMsuc/s320/DSC_2343+copy2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214765740406383810" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SF6TLC27KFI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ebxcxSNY6Gg/s320/DSC_2475+copy2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214767236496697426" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-2490933087300254124?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/2490933087300254124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=2490933087300254124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/2490933087300254124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/2490933087300254124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2008/06/favorites.html' title='Favorites'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SF6TKwK-r6I/AAAAAAAAALg/QckJQfd1SXY/s72-c/DSC_2387+copybw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-669860922965372991</id><published>2008-06-20T12:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T12:44:11.947-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppini sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>More to Come...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Once again, it's been a busy couple weeks.  I was in Texas last week from Wednesday to Sunday to celebrate Robyn's 50th birthday and Father's Day and also to see family and friends.  We had a great party on Thursday night at my Mom's apartment with a random mix of friends  and Robyn's surprise party Saturday night at Avanti's (I will post pictures soon).  I got back late Sunday night.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tuesday night we went to see the Puppini Sisters at B.B. King (will post pictures soon) and then last night we went to the Kitano Hotel to see Roni Ben-Hur play.  The moral of this story is that I have several new post to come with pictures from my trip and the show.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For now I leave you with a picture of Mr. Asher:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SFvXVZmvq7I/AAAAAAAAAK4/i-hUjiiN57w/s1600-h/DSC_2264+copy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SFvXVZmvq7I/AAAAAAAAAK4/i-hUjiiN57w/s1600-h/DSC_2264+copy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SFvXVZmvq7I/AAAAAAAAAK4/i-hUjiiN57w/s320/DSC_2264+copy2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213997756262099890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-669860922965372991?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/669860922965372991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=669860922965372991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/669860922965372991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/669860922965372991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2008/06/more-to-come.html' title='More to Come...'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SFvXVZmvq7I/AAAAAAAAAK4/i-hUjiiN57w/s72-c/DSC_2264+copy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-8320434510037524202</id><published>2008-06-09T22:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T23:07:47.839-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='head shots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>First Official Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>My goodness, I cannot believe 3 weeks have past since my last post.  This past week was packed full of fun-filled events, one being my first official photo shoot.  I had been talking with Dennis and Darien for several weeks about doing a photo shoot.  They both needed publicity photos for their up-coming concert and Darien needed head shots.  We planned to shoot outside on Saturday, but the weather was too unbearable.  Instead, we settled for a well-light hallway and a silver door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very different connection and experience with both Dennis and Darien.  This was a bit of a surprise to me, since we are all such good friends.  We would shoot for 20-30 minutes, take a break, and then continue shooting.  I felt that the pictures became stronger every time we came back to shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I'm very happy with how the pictures turned out.  I feel the pictures captured the individual personalities of Dennis and Darien.  I would have liked some of the pictures to be a little crisper, but that could have been due to shooting indoors without a light meter.  I am very excited to see were this next step in photography will take me.  Thanks to Dennis and Darien for being patient with me and taking such great pictures!  And thanks to my fantastic assistant for the day, Mr. Danny Stone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Here are a few of my favorite pictures from the shoot:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Mr. Dennis Tobenski&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210092042939623042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SE33G9qBZoI/AAAAAAAAAKg/YOOasaDpB24/s320/DSC_1941.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Just for Fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210092041023884930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SE33G2hRjoI/AAAAAAAAAKY/SozIyxXjhkw/s320/DSC_1886.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Mr. Darien Shulman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210092060907612386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SE33IAl7KOI/AAAAAAAAAKw/0pWPuPyhVPQ/s320/DSC_2027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;GQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210092056489010322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SE33HwIcpJI/AAAAAAAAAKo/sY6BkGhT-AA/s320/DSC_2023+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-8320434510037524202?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/8320434510037524202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=8320434510037524202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/8320434510037524202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/8320434510037524202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-official-photo-shoot.html' title='First Official Photo Shoot'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SE33G9qBZoI/AAAAAAAAAKg/YOOasaDpB24/s72-c/DSC_1941.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-3320726550287377557</id><published>2008-05-16T10:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T23:59:41.718-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>Happy, Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SC5T8YyIAAI/AAAAAAAAAKA/0lgurWm_iac/s1600-h/DSC_0662.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SC5T8YyIAAI/AAAAAAAAAKA/0lgurWm_iac/s320/DSC_0662.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201186916569448450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wanted to thank my friends and family for making my birthday so special this year.  I felt like a princess with all the flowers, cards, and birthday phone calls and texts.  My friends and family are the most important people in my life, so thank you for making me feel so loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SC5Rl4yH_9I/AAAAAAAAAJo/FZObJo6Hp94/s1600-h/DSC_0644.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SC5Rl4yH_9I/AAAAAAAAAJo/FZObJo6Hp94/s320/DSC_0644.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201184330999136210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SC5TCYyH__I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/0M2TQmFOlEw/s1600-h/DSC_0658.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SC5TCYyH__I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/0M2TQmFOlEw/s320/DSC_0658.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201185920137035762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated my birthday on Friday night with our friends.  We went to dinner at a fantastic little Cuban restaurant in the Village.  There was quite a comical situation at the beginning of dinner that involved me trying to order guacamole.  I had asked the waiter if they had guacamole and he said yes, so I placed an order.  A few minutes later, an order of fried plantains showed up at our table.  The waiter came over to me to clarify what I had asked for, since the plantains were obviously not what I ordered.  I asked him again about the guacamole to which he answered, oh, no we don't have guacamole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SC5SLIyH_-I/AAAAAAAAAJw/zzSayCHy8HI/s1600-h/DSC_0647.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SC5SLIyH_-I/AAAAAAAAAJw/zzSayCHy8HI/s320/DSC_0647.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201184970949263330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SC5UTIyIABI/AAAAAAAAAKI/hba0ROD9jeM/s1600-h/DSC_0673.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SC5UTIyIABI/AAAAAAAAAKI/hba0ROD9jeM/s320/DSC_0673.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201187307411472402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than the guacamole conflict, dinner was delicious.  I had a seafood paella that came in an authentic paella pan and included a lobster tail, shrimp, monkfish, calamari, mussels, and calms.  I could not believe that I ate the whole thing, but it was just that good.  Someone told the waiters it was my birthday, so once dinner was done, two waiters came over and sang happy birthday to me.  There was a candle in the cake, but this was no ordinary candle.  It was like they had stuck a firework in my cake.  I will include a picture as soon as I get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From there, we moved on to our favorite bar, The Blue Donkey.  We definitely owned the bar that night.  We started rocking out to some Flight of the Conchords music and then Darien and I proceeded to play a few video games.   I think this might have been one of my best birthdays yet.  I had such a good time with my new friends in NYC and wished that all my other friends could have been there as well.  Thank you all for a great birthday!  I love each and every one of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SC5VBYyIACI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/WxT0zZKkMiA/s1600-h/DSC_0677.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SC5VBYyIACI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/WxT0zZKkMiA/s320/DSC_0677.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201188101980422178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-3320726550287377557?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/3320726550287377557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-5554059552302346413</id><published>2008-04-26T15:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T15:51:42.710-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dirty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flip-flops'/><title type='text'>Proof of a Good Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The poem for this week is a tribute to my dirty feet from my hike through Central Park.  I'm going to edit the poem just a bit so it is more appropriate for my situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SBOCmYnl-JI/AAAAAAAAAI4/3xTU8pOggQo/s1600-h/DSC_0305,+copy.jpeg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Soap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;by Martin Gardner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SBOFKInl-KI/AAAAAAAAAJA/6h2xMfyZQk8/s200/DSC_0307,+copy.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193641204447049890" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Just look at those feet! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Did you actually think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;           That dirt would come off, my daughter,             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;By wiggling your toes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Around in the sink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And slapping the top of the water?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Just look at your face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Did you really suppose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Those smudges would all disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;With a dab at your chin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And the tip of your nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And a rub on the back of one ear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You tell me your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And your feet are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Do you think your old Dad is a dope?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Let's try it again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;With a different routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This time we'll make use of the soap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-5554059552302346413?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/5554059552302346413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=5554059552302346413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/5554059552302346413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/5554059552302346413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2008/04/proof-of-good-day.html' title='Proof of a Good Day'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SBOFKInl-KI/AAAAAAAAAJA/6h2xMfyZQk8/s72-c/DSC_0307,+copy.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-4429520117105130040</id><published>2008-04-26T13:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T17:36:06.726-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinkberry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='central park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><title type='text'>A Perfect Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's not an exaggeration to say I've been spending almost all of my time outside in the nice weather.  Thursday was a fantastic day: I turned in my last 15 page paper of the semester, grabbed some ice-cream, and hit up Central Park.  I decided to give Pinkberry a try, since it seems to be all the rage.  My verdict is that it's overpriced, mediocre frozen yogurt.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I got a small coffee ice-cream with one topping, which came to the ridiculous total of $5.25.  I was hesitant, but I gave it a fair chance regardless of the price.  The yogurt = not so good.  It didn't taste anything like coffee and was kind of boring.  I expected a lot more from a small yogurt that cost $5.25.  I was baffled to see people lining up and spending upwards of $7 for these yogurts!!!  Why spend that much on o.k. yogurt when you can get great frozen yogurt from the local ice-cream truck for a few dollars.  So, my verdict on the new "Pinkberry" craze: spend your money elsewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took my expensive yogurt to Central Park and plopped down on the nice green grass.  I spent a few hours reading, people watching, and taking in some sun.  I wasn't ready to go home, so I  began my unintentional hike through the park.  I started at the top of the park on the NorthWest side and ended up at the bottom of the park on the SouthEast side.  It felt like everyone in NY was in the park- there were kids and families everywhere!  Everyone seemed so happy.  Since I've spent most my time in Texas which doesn't have seasons, I never realized how much the seasons effect you.  After a long, cold winter, you could feel how giddy everyone was to be out in the sun.  People were smiling, laughing, and very friendly.  I even made a few friends on my walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SBN2ionl-FI/AAAAAAAAAIY/VZbtFIn7uSQ/s320/DSC_0257,+cropped.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193625132679428178" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These two little girls were rubbing dirt on their face &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and thought it was just the funniest thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After walking about 7 miles, I finally decided to call it a day.  I returned home with a smile and dirty feet.  Danny and I grabbed a few beers and went to the roof to watch the sunset.  We talked for about an hour and then walked down the street and grabbed a few slices of pizza.  I could not have asked for a better Thursday.  Here's a few pictures of us goofing off on the roof.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SBN_Zonl-GI/AAAAAAAAAIg/eR87K7jPHB4/s320/DSC_0332,+edited.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193634873665255522" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-2921120890192423487</id><published>2008-04-14T23:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T00:16:40.986-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather is getting warmer and the city is beginning to rouse from a long winter hibernation.  The first signs of Spring are emerging and the city welcomes it with open arms and warm laughter.  Chilly days will still happen here and there, but overall, Spring will rule the days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SAQpGlBwaUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/8hd0maLq420/s1600-h/DSC_2440,+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SAQr31BwaVI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ZDLVcMWGwH8/s320/DSC_2440,+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189320908764899666" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Good-by My Winter Suit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;by N.M. Bodecker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Good-by my winter suit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;good-by my hat and boot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;good-by my ear-protecting muffs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and storms that hail and hoot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Farewell to snow and sleet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;farewell to Cream of Wheat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;farewell to ice-removing salt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and slush around my feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Right on! to daffodils,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;right on! to whippoorwills,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;right on! to chirp-producing eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and baby birds and quills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The day is on the wing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;the kite is on the string,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;the sun is where the sun should be-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;it's spring all right! It's spring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-2921120890192423487?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/2921120890192423487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=2921120890192423487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/2921120890192423487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/2921120890192423487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/SAQr31BwaVI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ZDLVcMWGwH8/s72-c/DSC_2440,+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-4411581326849811487</id><published>2008-03-30T14:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:53:57.787-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem city new york'/><title type='text'>City, City, New York City</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I like the idea of including a new poem every week from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;The Random House Book of Poetry&lt;/span&gt;.  The poem for this week perfectly describes life in any big city.  So, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;City, City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;by Marci Ridlon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/R-_iqIavTzI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Zuv9KnuhnBY/s1600-h/DSC_1512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/R-_iqIavTzI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Zuv9KnuhnBY/s320/DSC_1512.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183610909568749362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;        I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;City, city,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wrong and bad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looms above me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I'm sad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throws its shadow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my care,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sheds its poison&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my air,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pounds me with its&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noisy fist,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sprays me with its&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooty mist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till, with sadness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my face,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I long to live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/R-_lX4avT0I/AAAAAAAAAHk/BcDqKVZXRa0/s320/DSC_0746.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183613894571020098" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;        II&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;City, city&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Golden-clad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shines around me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I'm glad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lifts me with its&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strength and height,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fills me with its&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sound and sight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Takes me to its&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crowded heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holds me so I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Won't depart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till, with gladness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my face,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wouldn't live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another place.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt; &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; _uacct = "UA-4044351-1"; urchinTracker(); &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-4411581326849811487?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/4411581326849811487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=4411581326849811487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/4411581326849811487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/4411581326849811487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2008/03/city-city-new-york-city.html' title='City, City, New York City'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/R-_iqIavTzI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Zuv9KnuhnBY/s72-c/DSC_1512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-5697464160825342045</id><published>2008-03-14T12:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T12:43:19.764-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eletelephony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Eletelephony</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/R9qpwwMSvKI/AAAAAAAAAHU/dQrZFyI29c4/s1600-h/childrenspoetry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/R9qpwwMSvKI/AAAAAAAAAHU/dQrZFyI29c4/s200/childrenspoetry.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177637376651082914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the past week, I've had one of my favorite children's poems running through my head. I feel like I should say that I want to rid this repeating poem from my mind, yet it still manages to make me laugh after 2o years.   I highly recommend "The Random House Book of Poetry for Children" for anyone with children, or the sense of humor of a child (a.k.a me).  I've enjoyed my copy for over 20 years.  I decided to share this wonderful poem with everyone.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Eletelephony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;by Laura E. Richards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once there was an elephant,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who tried to use the telephant-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No! No! I mean an elephone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who tried to use the telephone-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Dear me! I am not certain quite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That even now I've got it right.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Howe'er it was, he got his trunk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entangled in the telephunk;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The more he tried to get it free,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The louder buzzed the telephee-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I fead I'd better drop this song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of elephop and telephong!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-5697464160825342045?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/5697464160825342045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=5697464160825342045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/5697464160825342045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/5697464160825342045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2008/03/eletelephony.html' title='Eletelephony'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/R9qpwwMSvKI/AAAAAAAAAHU/dQrZFyI29c4/s72-c/childrenspoetry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-4466829561931364453</id><published>2008-03-07T17:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T22:01:13.865-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='national geographic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macbook'/><title type='text'>Leap with Both Feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, I JUST found out that one my pictures is posted on National Geographic's "Your Shot" page. I can't explain how excited I am that my picture was picked.  This also means that my photo has a chance to be featured in a National Geographic Magazine.  Thanks to everyone who voted!  You can still see my picture of you go to the link below and pick "March - Week 1" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/your-shot/your-shot"&gt;National Geographic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The image below is the picture that was picked for the website. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/R9XmOgMSvII/AAAAAAAAAHE/SKBBWoeKRD4/s320/DSC_1321,+cropped+only.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176296483566304386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;On another note, I made the transition to a MacBook.  My laptop still worked alright, but it didn't stay open without tape.  I had pieces of white athletic tape holding my screen open.  After a few weeks, the tape would begin to slide and my monitor would, very slowly, begin to fall backwards.  I have to include a picture, because my computer looked so hilarious.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/R9HOUwMSvDI/AAAAAAAAAGc/PIA4CZ2yrWM/s320/DSC_1497.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175144302754577458" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My laptop was very loyal to me for the last few years, especially after being dropped (twice), but it was time for an upgrade. I had never considered getting a Mac, until my brother got one for Christmas. It was then that I began to notice how many people had Macs!  I started asking around and everyone who had a Mac, swore by them.  I've only had my MacBook for a day, but I'm beginning to see why people love them so much.  So far, I really, really like my MacBook and am very impressed with all the features.  I can honestly say that I've happy with my switch from PC to Mac. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/R9HjoAMSvEI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6jrozIWse88/s320/DSC_1625,+cropped.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175167723211242562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3056/2317064337_b6fd80290f.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-4466829561931364453?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/4466829561931364453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=4466829561931364453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/4466829561931364453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/4466829561931364453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2008/03/leap-with-both-feet.html' title='Leap with Both Feet'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/R9XmOgMSvII/AAAAAAAAAHE/SKBBWoeKRD4/s72-c/DSC_1321,+cropped+only.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-1239162629639629037</id><published>2008-02-21T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T22:46:15.078-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MET'/><title type='text'>Mmmmmac and cheese</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/R746BHXSByI/AAAAAAAAAGE/cj_R-52s6po/s1600-h/DSC_1143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169633213098886946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/R746BHXSByI/AAAAAAAAAGE/cj_R-52s6po/s320/DSC_1143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little slow with getting this post up, but the slowness had something to do with spending over 12 hours in the city the last two days. Danny and I had a free day on Monday, so we played 'tourist' for the day. We started with the Metropolitan Museum (MET) in the morning. I found out that I get in free for being a Columbia student, which was very exciting. We spent about 2 hours wandering through the gigantic museum. I was very impressed with the collection of Van Gogh and Monet paintings. The weather was abnormally beautiful for February, in the low 60s, so after the museum, we walked to the reservoir in Central Park. It felt like all of New York was out jogging because of the nice weather. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169633827279210290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="119" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/R746k3XSBzI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5moYuxb_g2c/s200/DSC_1146.JPG" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We worked up quite an appetite with all the walking, so we hightailed it to S'Mac, a little restaurant that only serves mac and cheese. That's right, gourmet mac and cheese. The place was jam packed!!! I couldn't believe how crowded it was at 2pm. We waited about 20 minutes for our food, but oohhhhh was it worth it! I got the La Mancha, which included Manchego cheese from Spain, fennel, and onion. I realized after I ordered that I made a mistake not getting a smaller size, but oh well, I had leftovers. They bring your mac and cheese out straight from the oven in an individual skillet. I was blown away! Danny got the Cheeseburger mac and cheese and love it. The moral of the story is that we will be taking any and all visitors for mac and cheese when they come visit (hint, hint).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I am an official research assistant on two different projects at New York Psychiatric Institute. I am very excited about this because it is the first time I will be working in my field AND getting paid. They told me that they want me to work with them through Dec, at least. So, that's about all for now. I know that this was a long post, but oh well, I had a lot to say. Hope all is well elsewhere. Peace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-1239162629639629037?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/1239162629639629037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=1239162629639629037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/1239162629639629037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/1239162629639629037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2008/02/mmmmmac-and-cheese.html' title='Mmmmmac and cheese'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/R746BHXSByI/AAAAAAAAAGE/cj_R-52s6po/s72-c/DSC_1143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-3334460656917432203</id><published>2008-02-15T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T12:41:15.945-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valetine&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rufus Wainwright'/><title type='text'>Rufus Wainwright Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/R7XK5nXSBlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MQtvA0vQgr4/s1600-h/DSC_1009,+boarder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167259238645499474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/R7XK5nXSBlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MQtvA0vQgr4/s320/DSC_1009,+boarder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What an amazing Valentine's Day! Danny, Dennis, Darien, and I went to the Rufus Wainwright concert last night. Sean Lennon opened the concert, but only played a few songs. We must not forget that this was Rufus' Concert, not Sean's. Rufus came out in a neon yellow suit that glowed in the dark. He sounded absolutely amazing. He played two sets and then came back out for the ultimate encore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brought out his sister (Martha Wainwright), mom (Kate Wainwright), and Sean Lennon to sing the first song of the encore. And what did they sing, none other then 'Across the Universe.' I can't even begin to describe how moved I was by this song. To hear Rufus AND Sean Lennon sing 'Across the Universe' together was surreal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rufus continued his encore by singing a song with his sister and mom. And then...all inhibitions were thrown into the wind. Rufus took off the white robe and was wearing heels and a black dress; his band returned dressed as nuns. The audience went crazy! All and all, the show was amazing and the perfect way to spend Valentine's Day. Enjoy the pictures from the show!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/kaityv"&gt;www.flickr.com/kaityv&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-3334460656917432203?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/3334460656917432203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=3334460656917432203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/3334460656917432203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/3334460656917432203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2008/02/rufus-wainwright-concert.html' title='Rufus Wainwright Concert'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/R7XK5nXSBlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MQtvA0vQgr4/s72-c/DSC_1009,+boarder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-2544474014684208549</id><published>2008-02-14T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T12:43:00.570-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valetine&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/R7RfmnXSBkI/AAAAAAAAACI/Oz5iyu7KJZY/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166859789507102274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/R7RfmnXSBkI/AAAAAAAAACI/Oz5iyu7KJZY/s320/heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/R7RXG3XSBjI/AAAAAAAAACA/Yw9ilgkSRLI/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Whether you love or hate Valentine's Day, I want to wish everyone a great day. Yes, it's a silly holiday, but any holiday that includes (dark) chocolate can't be all bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have a fantastic V-Day!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-2544474014684208549?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/2544474014684208549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=2544474014684208549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/2544474014684208549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/2544474014684208549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/R7RfmnXSBkI/AAAAAAAAACI/Oz5iyu7KJZY/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-1241781661461447107</id><published>2008-02-09T12:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T20:51:57.120-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business cards'/><title type='text'>Business Card Preview</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2226/2252313479_22ef194e11.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="167" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2226/2252313479_22ef194e11.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I would post a preview of my business card. I'm pretty excited about getting my cards, because I feel like they will allow me to take more candid pictures without feeling creepy. I think what I'm going to do is take the pictures I want and hand my cards out to people who are in my pictures. It's a pretty empowering feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recently discovered the true power of my camera and lens. The other day, I explored the manual function of my lens, and adjusted the shutter speed and aperture settings on my camera. I feel like I will be able to take pictures and get the exposure I want without relying on Photoshop later. Happy exploring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-1241781661461447107?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/1241781661461447107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=1241781661461447107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/1241781661461447107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/1241781661461447107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2008/02/business-card-preview.html' title='Business Card Preview'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-1780663817012203794</id><published>2008-02-05T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T13:08:39.222-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nyc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='east side'/><title type='text'>18-1, Go Giants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/R6iRkqE52FI/AAAAAAAAAAc/oDRGHo3E6qc/s1600-h/DSC_0650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163537031736449106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/R6iRkqE52FI/AAAAAAAAAAc/oDRGHo3E6qc/s320/DSC_0650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Party time in NYC!!! You can feel the excitement and happiness in all New Yorkers since the big win. Danny and I watched the game at a friend's apartment on the East Side. Needless to say, we were surrounded by passionate Giants fans while we watched the game. From the balcony, you could hear people yelling from the apartments and on the streets after the Giants won. We went walking around after the game was over and it was madness. Toilet paper was thrown, people were yelling, people were cheering; it was an indescribable feeling. The parade is currently underway while I write this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York City is a great place to be right now. Go Giants!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-1780663817012203794?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/1780663817012203794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=1780663817012203794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/1780663817012203794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/1780663817012203794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2008/02/18-1-go-giants.html' title='18-1, Go Giants'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/R6iRkqE52FI/AAAAAAAAAAc/oDRGHo3E6qc/s72-c/DSC_0650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-6562650052596222733</id><published>2008-01-27T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T22:07:27.497-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Hours and hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/R5zazqE52DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Zl9OJC67upc/s1600-h/34+mom+31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160239854062786610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/R5zazqE52DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Zl9OJC67upc/s320/34+mom+31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's amazing how fast time goes when I'm editing and organizing pictures. Sometimes the process can get tedious, like when I've already edited and uploaded all my pictures, and then I realize I need to resize over 200 pictures. Yeah, then the picture process can get a little tedious. But for the most part, I am really enjoying making books. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am currently working on a family photo album for my mom. The hardest part of making family photo albums is working with scanned images. Just about every image needs to be resized so that it fits correctly into the book. All I can say is thank goodness for digital pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-6562650052596222733?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/6562650052596222733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=6562650052596222733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/6562650052596222733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/6562650052596222733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2008/01/hours-and-hours.html' title='Hours and hours'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m4e8yHXy_Yc/R5zazqE52DI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Zl9OJC67upc/s72-c/34+mom+31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752755635595301094.post-2695091518128367474</id><published>2008-01-24T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T11:18:05.102-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first post'/><title type='text'>First blog, trial blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Helllllooo....la la la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1752755635595301094-2695091518128367474?l=kaityv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/feeds/2695091518128367474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1752755635595301094&amp;postID=2695091518128367474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/2695091518128367474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1752755635595301094/posts/default/2695091518128367474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaityv.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-blog-trial-blog.html' title='First blog, trial blog'/><author><name>KaityVolpe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02141725067832175288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
