This one's for Jill. Happy Graduation!

Photographers.

Have you ever felt like you will not be remembered in 30 years from now. I take a lot of pictures, and I don't take them of myself. I sit behind the lense all the time. No pictures of the man with the camera. No one cares for the one that takes the pictures. They don't think of the photographer when they look back at a picture from 30 years ago. They think of what they were doing. How that day went. Or even how that year went. That period of your life. You don't think, "Wow, I remember exactly who took that picture. I never really knew him, but he always took pictures. Oh, yes. His name was Jared." People don't think like that. People say I have a talent. Well to me it is a burden. I love to take pictures of things, and especially people. Occaisionally, other people have cameras, and I am in a picture. Occasionally. Will people remember the photographer, or just the subject of the picture. Will I be just a piece of forgotten knowledge, collecting dust in the back of one's mind. Probably.

My first local show.

Yeah, I went to my first local show last night. Sure I have gone to a few big concerts by big names, but not a local show. It was pretty cool. The first band, The Tumbleweed Band, was awesome. I don't really know their genre, but it was kind of bluesy and had hints of electronic. They had charisma, interaction with the audience, and talent. The second band... Well they had energy. Oh, and a bunch of screaming girls. I guess that is cool... The third band, I don't know. From the concession stand area it sounded like just another hardcore band. Turns out they won the Battle of the Bands. Typical. Well it was cool.

A Goat?

Yeah, that's right. A goat. I got a goat. What the crap. My mom says it is to try and keep the weeds down. I think it is just funny. What the crap. It is so bizarre! Well anyways. That's about it. A goat.