… and he just wrote me an email. he’s doing support for Logitech.
one of my nearly new $$$$x2 audio toys died, and i’m wondering how much i really valued it anyway. not nearly as much now that i’m in a more creative atmosphere. i need to purge the excess!
…making a list of unnecessaries.
this hit me right tonight as i sat reading lens reviews.
http://www.carefor.org/component/option,com_mamboboard/func,view/catid,5/id,4533
no, not “nude”. not today.
one of my revolving hobbies is photography. i have no formal training in photography or any visual art. the photo toys have been just for fun, and i’ve somehow been published here and there in small/local publications without any self-marketing. (i’m including our company security badge photos as a publication)
so, where am i going? what i’ve been doing….. taking generally boring with an occasional, “oh, that’s kinda cool”. i see interesting cityscapes as i ride around, shoot them “as a test” to get to know my gear, delete most shots when i get home and then file them and forget them for a few years. i’ll visit a party/group-ride/event/convention and badly shoot people and shiny things and then send a few shots to some people that were also there, and they thank me, glance through them and forget them. i’ve had some requests to do product shoots which i have chosen to do or not based purely on my personal interest in the subject.
after playing with my newly acquired nikon d300 for the past few days and renting various lenses that i hadn’t tried before, i’ve reached a point where i feel the need to choose more specifically what i plan to do with this expensive and time-intensive hobby. will i ever do photo work for money, and do i really want the extra responsibility that goes with that? should i pass paid work off to “real”, trained photographers or photo students that have given more focus to photography? san francisco photographer Thomas Hawk seems to have skill/gear/exposure without too much defined purpose, and i’m drawn to his less-serious-but-very-active position. his images are used for tech publications that i keep seeing in my feeds. i’m also becoming more interested in dramatic portraiture like Annie Leibovitz does so well.
ok, less rambling. i’ve narrowed my shooting style enough to know i want fast, semi-wide angle lenses for hand-held low-light shooting. other than that, i’ll find out as it happens.
begin totally realistic, high definition dream: my brother david was visiting me here in boston, and we were just walking around the commons on a nice day when we randomly bump into veronica belmont. i jumped at the chance to introduce myself, and, luckily, she was in a good mood and wasn’t in a rush. she even recognized my screenname from a forum. our conversation went on as we all migrated to another park. i was very witty and charming… enough that, while leaning against a railing by a fountain, she tried to kiss me (and succeeded). i backed away and told her i’ve been a fan of her bf for quite a while, but, with a shrug, she said she barely sees him anymore. her friends eventually showed up, and she asked for my number and wrote it down with a pen and paper. .. which is where the dream starts to break down, because writing a number on paper is just silly when you have an iPhone.
cut to brother david and i walking into a zoo to buy fresh baby bear meat. (wtf) we even got to choose the bear. ..but while we were inside the bear cage deciding on the right bear, we realized the external door to the cage was locked, so we were stuck in a bear cage with bears. we barricaded ourselves inside a smaller internal cage, and i realized that we were not going to be strong enough to hold up the barricade and that the bears were going to eat us.
cut to “waking up” and walking around a park in san francisco and randomly meeting veronica belmont. she is like, “oh .. hi.” while looking around for a distraction to get away from another creepy fan .. i was still feeling a comfortable familiarity from the hours of conversation we just had, so i started to tell her the funny story of meeting her in this silly dream. i was much less charming, and she quickly evaded me with an insincere “see ya later” with a loose handshake and no eye contact. geez, i was just a fan boy. way to dash my dreams.
then i woke up laughing. that was fun. might have been influence by my past-due feed-reader clear out session at 3am.
…. i was IM chatting with friends who sent me wikipedia links. all the pics on the site had been replaced with porn… but they were still relevant with the context of the article. an article about a girl losing her bf showed her with a sad face … followed by about ten more interesting pictures. so metaverse.
in another dream, i was cruising with my bike through a junkyard by railroad tracks with a little kid i know who was following me on foot. i came across a nice looking new Korg keyboard, the large, hybrid type that looks like a small version of a real piano that people buy for their homes as fancy dust collectors. i played around with it, and realized why it had been thrown out. it was missing the piano sounds and only played its synthesizer patches. stupid humans…
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i’ve nearly completed learning and configuring freenas for my home fileserver. i’m trying to move my noisy drives away from my room but still access them from my mac, squeeze-devices, and stepmania console. it’s finicky getting the various protocols all up and talking at the same time. spent a few hours last night trying to get a *UCKING windows NIC driver to work.) ..already sounding like a mac fanboy)
trying to sound fairly respectable on the maple leaf rag to record tonight on a mutual deadline with an old piano friend.
photo shoot tomorrow night for skunk art.
wednesday night … none of your business.
friday night, joining a group to shoot for the 48 hour film project with a break sat night to ride alpha-mission with scul.
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some kid who has been raised solely on computers and teh internets is going to ask about the feature’s name in the browser….
“dad, why are they called ‘bookmarks‘?”
that year keeps coming up lately for me. i remember noting then (i was 7) that it was a very fun year. i remember feeling a leap in my own consciousness. now, i’ve become aware of so much media created then that i love. i’m listening to vangelis synth music right now from various movie soundtracks from then.
hmm… once i get my place ready enough, i’ll have a 1984 party and movie night.
i change my mind about wanting to be cremated. although it has it’s merits of not taking up valuable cemetery real-estate and helping to remove my dead mass from association with me in other’s memories, it’s still wasteful. i volunteer to be eaten. some vegan can enjoy my protein and fat with my consent. i believe i’m a decent candidate to be cannibalized with only a few exceptions. i’ve exceeded USDA standards of free range living despite the 40hr/week in the cube farm. i have a high flax content, but i’m not purely organic fed. thanks to biking, my thighs and gluteals should yield several pounds of lean meat, although my stringy torso may only render jerky. as a bacon loving long-pig, i would like to request that the more fatty parts of me be cut into strips and then fried for any meal of the day, though i sadly cannot produce eggs or milk to accompany. please puree my liver to make a dill foie gras. it should be extra extra tender. be creative with the rest. i would hate to get wasted.
this is all supposing that i remain healthy, and that i don’t die of extensive necrotizing fasciitis. when you sit down, please don’t go through any ceremony. just eat me. i’ll go well with an IPA or a peaty scotch.
yes, i just finished the Restaurant at the End of the Universe audiobook.
… to cops busting your party. i used some tips from the busted video last night at someone else’s party. cops opened two doors and came into a house on their own. i met them at the top of the stairs asking if someone had let them in. “Well, if you want to play it that way, I’ll arrest your friends here.” and then he looked around as i stood between him and the hall to the rest of the house. i asked again who let them in, and they left after saying we should keep the noise down. gold star for me.
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