Nicknames and Gabitron

So the last few days the topics of nicknames has seemed to come up a bunch.  Which has lead me to thinking about the many I have received over the years.  I have to say the high school years were not kind on my name:)  But that aside, there have been many that I now use and respond to quite regularly.  

Gab or Gabs being the most common.  Although I should warn you if you are not a good friend of mine and you call me Gab or really even Gabs it kind of irritates me. (and if you have to ask yourself "am I a good enough friend to call her that" then you are not:) And for those who are not, I would like to point out that really the name Gaby is a nickname altogether... short for Gabrielle. So don't feel excluded, we are still friends.

I think my Favorite nickname of all time I owe to my dear friend Capree..... who coined the name early on in our time in the BYU photo program "Gabitron"  It was just one of those things that has stuck and really become so much a part of me now that it doesn't really even feel like a nickname at all.  It is scribbled on my notes books as "this book belongs to..." it is on all kinds of boxes of film and paper.. and has earned the honor or being laser scribed onto the back of my ipod.

But there are other acceptable nicknames too. Gabers (only my sister Catherine, However, can call me Gabers McDabbers, and not end up punched in the arm... so don't try it!) GiGi (preferably said with some little french accent) and Red. 

As far as unacceptable nicknames go.. only the mildly bad one will be shared. One for example, I thought had died after I left college and was no longer around a certain friend of mine by the name of fletcher :)  Graby, is and will never be something funny or cute to call me.  Like I said I thought that this one had gone the way of the wind, but somehow it has lived again with the help of my friend Ty. Who I must also add is responsible for a great deal of the nicknames that won't be mentioned here;)  But who so kindly reminded me last night of the halloween nickname gaba gaba doo!  Not really a recommended name either.

Oh and while we are on the topic of my name. Jokes about me talking a lot 'cuz you know my name is gaby, were not even original when I was 9 so don't try:)

Batteries Not Included

Yesterday I was waiting for my connection on the A train at 42nd street.  And looking down on the track I expected to see the usual garbage and perhaps a creepy rodent... but instead I saw a bunch of AA batteries.  In the ten foot section in front of me I counted 42.  Where do they come from?  and why do they stay there?  And why AA?  Why not a 9v or two?

Peek A Boo... I'm still here

So I am sure many of you have stopped even checking my blog and are convinced I have fallen off the face of the planet. It is not so much the planet as much as it is Brooklyn.

After surviving the press run that went on for years I made it back to the city just in time to celebrate New Years with some of my dearest friends.






And then the move that I have been anxiously awaiting happened. My work relocated to the Brooklyn Army Terminal (from here on out to be refered to as BAT).

I don't know how many of you have ever tried moving a studio... but what a pain. I spent nights dreading and fearing the loss of equipment, or the damage of the digital back! Pretty much everything made it here fine though. There was an issue with a mirror that made it all the way and then I dropped it as I unpacked it... but really what is 7 years more bad luck (this is the third mirror I have broken in a years time alone:) Here is my new space.. don't mind some of the clutter, I am still unpacking.

and then of course you don't want to miss out on the view....


all and all I am glad the move is over and ready to get back to work.

Groundhog's Day

Do you remember that awful Bill Murry movie called Groundhogs day? That is what I am living right now, but only in Wisconsin instead of Pennsylvania. Every night I go to sleep waiting to get a phone call from the press men to tell me that the press is fixed and I can do my color sign off.... and every morning when I wake up I call them and they say that we are in the same situation as before. sigh! Somehow it is funnier in a movie than real life:) Here is to hoping that the press gets fixed and that I get a call at 4 in the morning that breaks this cycle. How did Bill Murry finally break it in the movie? I can't remember....

I remembered (part two)

Ok, so I guess it is only appropriate to finally post the picture that I talked about earlier. I was waiting for it to be loaded to the Ugoods website.. and then after that I just never got around to it. Here it is... I still kind of love it:)

Not only am I a Ma'am now, I am a cranky one.

Yesterday I realized (thanks to a kid on the street) that I am a ma'am.  As I was walking to the bus,  this kid was coming towards me, and he dropped a handful of garbage on the street.  He pulled it out of his bag and dropped it.  The worst part was that he was only approx. 12.5 feet away from a trash can that he was walking towards and would eventually pass.  I cannot understand this no matter how hard I try, but it is a phenomenon that I have seen so many times in this city.  Anyway I usually don't say anything, but yesterday my sensor in my head must of been on a break 'cuz with a giant sigh I looked at him and said "you have got to be kidding me, you are about to pass the trash can. What, it was too much work to carry your garbage ten more feet?"  

The kid looked embarrassed and said "oh sorry ma'am"  he went back and picked it up and threw it away.  I felt like all that I needed to do to make my comment to him complete would be to raise my finger to the air and say "it's up to you and me to keep our streets clean." then tussle his hair and call him a good kiddo.  

Now that I think about it it was a soda bottle, I should have made him recycle it... next time:)

Oh Bren.....

Check out this link to my dear friend Brenda's blog.  I don't know what to say except thanks Bren.  That post brightened my day enormously!

http://brentaylor.blogspot.com/2007/toast-for-gaby.html