Well, the photo challenge didn’t quite work out. It had a good multi-week run, but my schedule got busy and my creativity dried up, so the challenge has lapsed. I think that I’ll just be posting favorite photos on an approximately daily basis to my Flickr account.

So, what’s been happening in the photo world? Well, I’ve had eight photos published so far in the circulation-10,000 Stanford Daily. Two have made the front page, one of the others was miscredited. I’m really enjoying my little taste of photojournalism.

Of course, not all events are right for the paper. I’m fond of many of my photos from last weekend’s Big Freeze, and while the hockey team liked them, they couldn’t find traction among the editorial staff. Oh well. I can take solace in the fact that about a half-dozen of them have become Facebook profile photos.

How about that election? If your polling places were like the ones here, you had a long wait. Here’s a photo of the line for Stanford’s polling place (the GCC):

Some of the people had to wait several hours to cast a vote. Wow. I wonder what the wait will be like in November?

I woke up this morning to find somebody snoring loudly on our couch, completely covered by a blanket.  Assuming that it was one of my roommates, no doubt passed out after a night of debauchery, I went about my morning routine.  I thought nothing of it until the roommate that I thought was passed out on the couch came out of his room.

If he was there, then who the hell was on the couch?

The truth: it was some random artist that my roommate (the one I thought was on the couch) ran into last night while at a party.   The details aren’t exactly clear to me, but my understanding is that the artist wanted to spend some time exploring Stanford’s art, architecture, and libraries.  What’s more, he didn’t have a place to sleep last night.  My roommate took pity on him, partially because they are both from Arkansas, and offered to let him stay on our couch.

So, yeah, we now have a random homeless guy sleeping on our couch.  Didn’t see that one coming.  I definitely see that one ending soon.

It finally happened: today I thought to myself, “A fisheye lens would be really useful right now.”

Oh well.

Snow. Lots of snow. It was good to play in it again.

I spent this past weekend snowboarding in the mountains near Lake Tahoe, and nature came through with plenty of snow.

After a 230-mile drive that took over 8 hours due to traffic and weather, I was ready for relaxation. The beautiful condo my group stayed at helped things, but the blue skies, perfect temperatures, and lots of fresh powder the next morning really set the mood.

We spent the day at Alpine Meadows, where I did my first snowboarding in a year or two. When it comes to snowboarding, I don’t claim to be skilled, but I always enjoy it. The view from many of the slopes featured beautiful Lake Tahoe. The whole experience reminded me of my first snowboarding in the Rockies, when I went to Steamboat in 2003: good fun with great snow.

The second day found us at Squaw Valley, which is just up the road from Alpine Meadows. A storm brought a fresh dumping of snow overnight, and it continued dumping throughout the day. Unfortunately, the storm also brought high winds. In fact, the winds were so fierce that Squaw closed the upper half of mountain. The one good thing about the storm, besides the new snow, was that many people stayed home, so the runs and lifts were nearly empty.

Around mid afternoon, we decided to head out before the storm caused transportation problems. I drove the Outback out there, which seemed to love its return to the snow, but the best car in the world is no match for traffic congestion. After a very, very slow crawl west from Truckee along a snowy, chain-controlled I-80, we made good time back home (only 6 hours driving time). It could have been far worse: CalTrans closed the freeway a couple hours after our departure.

Good times. I think that south Lake Tahoe will be in the plans next year.

We are what we eat, and that is corn.

Two of the creators of King Corn were on campus this evening for a screening of their film. It was an interesting look at modern American agriculture, specifically the journey of corn from bare ground all the way to your stomach. The take-aways: corn is in pretty much everything these days, and a lot of technology goes into getting it there.

Despite less-than-definitive science justifying my actions, I’ve spent the last couple of years trying to avoid foods with processed corn as an ingredient. It’s difficult to avoid things like corn syrup, but it’s nearly impossible to avoid corn in domestically produced animal products such as meat, eggs, and dairy. Even if overconsumption of corn derivatives isn’t harmful, I figure I’m doing no worse by avoiding it.

Sorry House.