Having waited so long to write the text to accompany my heylookit photos, I realize now that my recollections of that uneventful January day have become slightly hazy. As should be at least somewhat visible in the photographs, I’ve slept since then.

The project provided me with an interesting challenge for many reasons. For starters, though I sell them every day at work, I posses no fancy digital camera. I was relegated to my vast collection of film cameras, both old and new, and my wife’s worse-for-wear Olympus digital, which she received as a Christmas gift some four years ago. But I digress.

The following photographs represent a day in the life of Michael J. Champlin, and I’d like to think that the idiosyncrasies of the photos reflect something about my personality. Or at the very least, that I am quirky, inventive, and mysterious—or perhaps just slightly old-fashioned.

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Oh, lookit… my pictures are finally up!  When I picked a date out of thin air, I figured I would have a typical day.

I did not.

In fact, this was probably one of my most boring days the entire time I have lived in Boston.  I worked a lot, then I went home.  I assure there’s much more to my life than that.

I remember in the morning having fun taking the pics, in the afternoon being so freakin annoyed that I still had to, then in the evening having a lot of fun doing it.  The night closed with my girlfriend and I sitting on the couch watching TV and drinking wine.

Also, you can see my neighbor taking a shower in one of the final pictures.  Look closely in the background

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Pretty normal Wednesday for me. Go to the office and get ready for the trip across London to another University for microeconomics class. Little game theory lectures notes to spice up my life then lunch and solutions to microeconomics problem sets. Back to the office and get to work on a paper I am submitting to a conference. This is the hard part of the day because all I want to do is go home and sleep but there is still too much to be done. Fun graphs, hot chocolate, cookies and chatting with friends (accidentally typing the wrong internet address…) then back home in time to sleep for 6 hours and start it all over again. Sometimes I wonder why I’m a perpetual student but then I realize I can sleep in until noon on Mondays and Fridays without missing a single thing. I love my life.

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