Tag Archive for wife

An Exercise in Restraint

Two years ago, the diamond fell out of the Wife’s wedding ring. I finally got it replaced and surprised her with it Wednesday night. Here’s how things went down on her Facebook page:

Facebook Comments

9 weepy women and 1 dude

Softy? Sweet? Bah. I could have ruined it all with just one video. So, so tempted.

But I exercised epic levels of restraint (for me, anyway) and did not post the following:

I don’t know, maybe I really am getting soft.

About Mike Oliveri

Mike Oliveri is a writer, martial artist, cigar aficionado, motorcyclist, and family man, but not necessarily in that order. He is currently hard at work on the werewolf noir series The Pack for Evileye Books.

Photo Friday: Black & White

I needed to shoot an author photo for an upcoming magazine appearance, and while I had the camera in hand I shot a few extra pics. I decided to throw three photos at you this week to make up for slacking last week.

First, as I walked out of my office, I spotted the Wife in the bedroom resting her eyes. I was only teasing her with the camera, but I decided I liked this shot and I kept it.

Naptime

She's smiling because she's picturing where she's going to stick the camera

I had my 50mm prime lens for this one, and I was backed against the wall, so I expected to be too close. Instead, it’s just about right for a tight portrait. She was also in darkness; my external SpeedLite lit the scene nicely.

Then I got to business shooting the author photo. I didn’t like the way the 50mm was working out, mostly because I was too close and I still haven’t picked up a remote. I put the 18-55mm kit lens on and fired away, and decided on this one after some cropping.

Bio Photo

Damn, this means I have to write a bio, too

It’s for a noir magazine, so I didn’t see much point in smiling. I thought about darkening it a little, but they print in black & white and I didn’t want it to reproduce too dark on the page.

Finally, our cat Ghost was stalking my feet, so I dropped the camera down to his level and snapped this off:

Ghost Ambushed

Ambush!

I think the camera decided to focus on his right side rather than his face, so I did some fiddling with the clarity slider in Lightroom. I still used the SpeedLite flash for this, but I used a direct flash; in the other two photos I bounced the flash off the ceiling.

I set out to do black & white for the author photo, but ultimately decided to go black & white for all of them. The colors in our house aren’t bad in daylight, but flash plays funny games with them, so the cat pic went B&W to cover most of that up. The Wife’s pic had a pleasant feel in color, but I also liked the softness of the B&W and decided that was the theme for the week. Maybe I’ll post the color, too, for comparison. If she doesn’t kill me first, that is.

I hope B&W isn’t becoming a crutch for me, but for a lot of the interior shots I’ve been doing it just works. I’m going to need to spend some time the rest of this year getting outside and shooting to get some color into the collection.

Update: Okay, I posted the color version of the Wife’s photo. It’s unedited except for a small blemish correction.

About Mike Oliveri

Mike Oliveri is a writer, martial artist, cigar aficionado, motorcyclist, and family man, but not necessarily in that order. He is currently hard at work on the werewolf noir series The Pack for Evileye Books.

Heeding My Own Advice

My Yoda

Originally uploaded by MikeOliveri.


The wife read yesterday’s blog post and says I’m full of crap. She then challenged me to try it myself.

So I did. At lunchtime, I tossed the Squirt up on my shoulders and did some karate. The Wife snapped this pic.

Two moves later, Squirt started screaming “I’m falling!” and decided my eye sockets made perfect handgrips.

The Wife touted it as proof of a bad idea.

Bah. It just needs a modification: a proper baby-carrier backpack.

I wonder if Men’s Health would be interested in a “Yoda Workout” article…

About Mike Oliveri

Mike Oliveri is a writer, martial artist, cigar aficionado, motorcyclist, and family man, but not necessarily in that order. He is currently hard at work on the werewolf noir series The Pack for Evileye Books.

She Never Takes My Advice

The Wife, that is.

This morning she came downstairs wearing her workout clothes. I naturally assumed she intended to get some exercise, either practice her Tai chi or follow along with her workout video. With the elder rugrats off to school and preschool, she has only the Mistress of Pain for two hours.

She says no, she’s just dressed comfortably to clean the house. The Mistress of Pain climbs on her and prevents her from getting her workout in.

I told her she needs to strap the MoP to her back, like Yoda. Just think about that, the MoP riding along as she’s busting out those ninja Tai chi moves. Hells yeah, that would be bad ass.

She gave me The Look. The one that says “You better shut up before I call the guys in the white coats. Again.”

I reaffirmed my assertion that she could indeed pull it off. The MoP is about the right size, and if Luke Skywalker can run through the forest and levitate rocks with Yoda on his back, then she should have no problem parting the wild horse’s mane or spreading the white crane’s wings with the MoP mounted up. I even offered to teach the MoP to say things like “Getting stronger you are!” and “Squat lower you must!”

Something happened to The Look. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but it changed. Subtly. I thought maybe the brilliance of my suggestion had temporarily dazzled her, and she would at last take a piece of my advice and find that it was good.

Instead I got kicked out of the house and sent to work.

Women. Go figure.

About Mike Oliveri

Mike Oliveri is a writer, martial artist, cigar aficionado, motorcyclist, and family man, but not necessarily in that order. He is currently hard at work on the werewolf noir series The Pack for Evileye Books.