It's wrong, all wrong. Even when you make it right, right to how you think it should be, right to how the instructions say it should be, and right to how experience has said it should be.....
Someone recentlt mentioned to me to put "shoe goo" on parts of a toilet that were leaking. I did. Made it worse. Immediately. Instead of a small little leak coming here and there, it turned into literally all the water that should be flowing from the tank into the bowl was coming out from between them. The leak had been just a drop or two every ten minutes coming down from one of the bolts.
Now...The third time I've fixed it I saw the instructions again don't express what's being said, the parts listed aren't the parts given, and I tried something new. They gave 9 beveled washers and 9 flat washers. So I tried with some beveled washers.
It didn't leak. For a minute.
nearly two hours later, the problem still isn't fixed, and I'm tired and frustrated.
9:30 pm honey-do's are post-now recommended to me and all others to not be done until some time the next day, it's just a bad way to end a day.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Nosy Mouse
This is based off of hearsay. I hear my wife say things, and I get ideas based off of them. Hearsay. Sister it seems feels awkward helping around mom's house, but wants to do more around to help. When Sister first moved back in mom was wanting Sister to be able to work through internal issues and not need to worry about things around the house as much, thereby "disabling" the 'help-around-the-house' mode. There's the basis for some of the rest of this.
Dad, loving as he is, his main chore every day is to make sure that the dishes are done, if he does this his wife is happy, if she's happy she likes to be around him, if she likes to be around him he is much more happy as she's more responsive and snuggly. Husbands' like it when their wife is snuggly, responsive and happy. So, when Sister tries to be helpful around the house and do the dishes to do something to help out Dad gets upset. Sister is trying to move his cheese. Without doing the dishes his wife isn't snuggly, happy, or responsive. Even though by Sister doing the dishes he could then do something else around the house it's His chore and He wants to do it. It's his cheese. So, sister is told "no" 'help-around-the-house' is again "disabled" and sister isn't able to get the weight off of her mind/shoulders/heart about being able to do more around the house to help out.
I'm not sure of the entire situation, I can't be, I wasn't in the conversation between Sister and Wifey, therefore I'm a nosy mouse. From the outside though...
It sounds like Sister wants to be able to help around the house more, feels awkward and like she's not able to, or like she doesn't have permission to.
Permission is a funny thing. We grow up being told when we can or need to do things, we go to school and get told when we can or need to have things done by, we go to work and find the same thing. At your own personal home you can tell yourself when you can or need to do something. At someone elses' home they don't want to ask you to do something they would really like done, and it's uncomfortable asking if you can do something. So, both parties end up being frustrated, wanting more, much more, to be done but neither ever bring it up, and nothing changes, or it might if someone moves anothers cheese or squeeks a bit too much perhaps.
When I was serving in a volunteer position back east for a couple years we had a few leaders that got switched around on us, they're referenced as presidents though not to be confused with the kind of presidents who are elected and seem to either steal and lie or tell the truth but get walked over for it by those who said they would support them. Anyway, the last president that directed the group I was volunteering with said something very profound to us volunteers. See, we had a lot of guidance, a lot of instructions, and some of it seemed a bit distressingly stringent some times to some of the volunteers. As such he said "I give you PERMISSION to be obedient" (obedient to the things we said we'd do, things we'd promised we'd do).
In the past I've found that was was being done is he gave us quite literally permission to act for ourselves. Permission. It's a powerful situation. It's called being ENABLED. A clock might be able to wake you up in the morning, but despite how loud it wants to be, what song it might play or the kind of buzzer it blares it's not going to wake a cockroach if it's not been enabled by flipping the little switch on it. I can tell you from experience that many things in life have been missed by not Enabling the clock to do what it's meant to do.
How this all relates.
Dad, it's ok if someone moves your cheese, some times maybe you just say "thank you" and plan on doing it the next night too, if it's done the next night for you too then you just wait until the person who was doing it doesn't do it, when it's not being done by someone else then it's your job to do it, but if someone else wants to do it, let them. Give them a big hug and say "thank you". It's ok to squeek a tear too, if you're so inclined.
Mom, some times people need to be enabled after being disabled. An alarm clock with the switch still on off isn't going to do much good, pretty to look at, may have sounds it makes if you turn the radio on, but it's still not going to wake you up in the morning without being enabled. It's ok to enable people. "It's ok for you to help around the house, I'll try to understand how you did what you did and accept it if it's not how I would have done it" may be one way of enabling the alarm clock.
Sister. If you're going to move someones cheese let them know where you put it. ;) Some times dad gets stuck on his cheese and if you hug him, tell him you love him, and say that you just want to help around the house some by doing the dishes I'm sure he'd let you and understand just fine that his cheese is still being protected by someone and isn't being stolen away.
Mom, don't steal Dad's cheese in the garage, I can't find tools when you steal his cheese. You can move the cheese together, but he has to know where things are otherwise I can't help fix things either.
Dad it's ok for old cheese to go out to pasture...books on programs that haven't been in use for years aren't likely to be resurrected and keeping the books though they might be cherished memories, if you write down the memories you won't have to worry about losing them, and written down the memories take up less space than a book case in the garage... I'm sure mom would love to help you use Dragon Naturally Speaking if you would rather speak your journal as opposed to writing or typing it. I'm sure your grandchildren would love to read it typed, and maybe even hear sound bytes, that could be a fun thing to add to journals, voice, what awesome technologies we have at our finger-tips now.
But mom, really dad's tool-cheese in the garage needs to be in a place where he knows where to find it (cause where he always puts it away is where I always know where to find it, which means when you move his cheese you move my cheese, and then if neither of us can find it we're both grumpy which means you and my wife both end up grumpy, which is no good. lol)........
Just don't set the cat loose on the nosy mouse...it has point teeth and shiny claws....
Dad, loving as he is, his main chore every day is to make sure that the dishes are done, if he does this his wife is happy, if she's happy she likes to be around him, if she likes to be around him he is much more happy as she's more responsive and snuggly. Husbands' like it when their wife is snuggly, responsive and happy. So, when Sister tries to be helpful around the house and do the dishes to do something to help out Dad gets upset. Sister is trying to move his cheese. Without doing the dishes his wife isn't snuggly, happy, or responsive. Even though by Sister doing the dishes he could then do something else around the house it's His chore and He wants to do it. It's his cheese. So, sister is told "no" 'help-around-the-house' is again "disabled" and sister isn't able to get the weight off of her mind/shoulders/heart about being able to do more around the house to help out.
I'm not sure of the entire situation, I can't be, I wasn't in the conversation between Sister and Wifey, therefore I'm a nosy mouse. From the outside though...
It sounds like Sister wants to be able to help around the house more, feels awkward and like she's not able to, or like she doesn't have permission to.
Permission is a funny thing. We grow up being told when we can or need to do things, we go to school and get told when we can or need to have things done by, we go to work and find the same thing. At your own personal home you can tell yourself when you can or need to do something. At someone elses' home they don't want to ask you to do something they would really like done, and it's uncomfortable asking if you can do something. So, both parties end up being frustrated, wanting more, much more, to be done but neither ever bring it up, and nothing changes, or it might if someone moves anothers cheese or squeeks a bit too much perhaps.
When I was serving in a volunteer position back east for a couple years we had a few leaders that got switched around on us, they're referenced as presidents though not to be confused with the kind of presidents who are elected and seem to either steal and lie or tell the truth but get walked over for it by those who said they would support them. Anyway, the last president that directed the group I was volunteering with said something very profound to us volunteers. See, we had a lot of guidance, a lot of instructions, and some of it seemed a bit distressingly stringent some times to some of the volunteers. As such he said "I give you PERMISSION to be obedient" (obedient to the things we said we'd do, things we'd promised we'd do).
In the past I've found that was was being done is he gave us quite literally permission to act for ourselves. Permission. It's a powerful situation. It's called being ENABLED. A clock might be able to wake you up in the morning, but despite how loud it wants to be, what song it might play or the kind of buzzer it blares it's not going to wake a cockroach if it's not been enabled by flipping the little switch on it. I can tell you from experience that many things in life have been missed by not Enabling the clock to do what it's meant to do.
How this all relates.
Dad, it's ok if someone moves your cheese, some times maybe you just say "thank you" and plan on doing it the next night too, if it's done the next night for you too then you just wait until the person who was doing it doesn't do it, when it's not being done by someone else then it's your job to do it, but if someone else wants to do it, let them. Give them a big hug and say "thank you". It's ok to squeek a tear too, if you're so inclined.
Mom, some times people need to be enabled after being disabled. An alarm clock with the switch still on off isn't going to do much good, pretty to look at, may have sounds it makes if you turn the radio on, but it's still not going to wake you up in the morning without being enabled. It's ok to enable people. "It's ok for you to help around the house, I'll try to understand how you did what you did and accept it if it's not how I would have done it" may be one way of enabling the alarm clock.
Sister. If you're going to move someones cheese let them know where you put it. ;) Some times dad gets stuck on his cheese and if you hug him, tell him you love him, and say that you just want to help around the house some by doing the dishes I'm sure he'd let you and understand just fine that his cheese is still being protected by someone and isn't being stolen away.
Mom, don't steal Dad's cheese in the garage, I can't find tools when you steal his cheese. You can move the cheese together, but he has to know where things are otherwise I can't help fix things either.
Dad it's ok for old cheese to go out to pasture...books on programs that haven't been in use for years aren't likely to be resurrected and keeping the books though they might be cherished memories, if you write down the memories you won't have to worry about losing them, and written down the memories take up less space than a book case in the garage... I'm sure mom would love to help you use Dragon Naturally Speaking if you would rather speak your journal as opposed to writing or typing it. I'm sure your grandchildren would love to read it typed, and maybe even hear sound bytes, that could be a fun thing to add to journals, voice, what awesome technologies we have at our finger-tips now.
But mom, really dad's tool-cheese in the garage needs to be in a place where he knows where to find it (cause where he always puts it away is where I always know where to find it, which means when you move his cheese you move my cheese, and then if neither of us can find it we're both grumpy which means you and my wife both end up grumpy, which is no good. lol)........
Just don't set the cat loose on the nosy mouse...it has point teeth and shiny claws....
Monday, December 29, 2008
craziness
I woke up around 6 this morning (sunday dec 28th), couldn't fall back asleep. My fever started coming back. It had broken the night before, but before 8 it was up in the 99's again. Before 11 it was in the 100's. I tried to sleep several times during the day, but I couldn't for even a minute. Not in the bed, not on the couch, not on the floor.
Around 5pm or so my fever broke, and my temperature had fallen back down to my normal 97.6. It was a very relieving feeling, as my energy started coming back, I began to feel like myself again. My in-laws invited us over for dinner, so we took the short walk over and ate some crock-pot "chicken cordeon bleu" which was interestingly good. (can of cream of chicken soup mixed with a cup of milk, pour enough to cover the bottom, lay in chicken breasts, cover them with a slice of ham and cheese, pour the rest of the first mixture over them then top with dry stuffing mix. Drizzle melted butter onto the stuffing. It seems if you cook it on high the stuffing stays crispy in a large sense, maybe on low {longer cook time} the stuffing might absorb more moisture). Anyway, it was the first real meal that tasted like it should, and that I could eat a normal portion of in the better part of three days. It was nice.
My wife and I came home, looked at the latest deal on woot.com (internet window-shopping, what's the world come to! lol), made some brownies, and played on our xbox. We started watching a movie she'd wanted to see for a while, and she fell asleep before it was half way over (around 1am...) I played some Halo3 (finally got it to freeze, I've been trying to since we bought it about a year ago, but I finally tricked it into freezing mid-play....lol) watched most of LiarLiar (funny movie, but hard to not laugh at in a lot of instances, which plays out to be problematic with a sleeping wife who you don't really want to wake. Now it's almost 5:30 monday morning.
23 hours without sleep. And I'm still not tired. I've had 4 Tyelonol PM's within the past 23 hours and they've not helped a wink. :( It's like all the energy that I wanted to use the past few days all got bottled up and it's coming out right now as I'm trying to fall asleep.
Yawn
Maybe that means my body will let me rest now.
We'll see.
Around 5pm or so my fever broke, and my temperature had fallen back down to my normal 97.6. It was a very relieving feeling, as my energy started coming back, I began to feel like myself again. My in-laws invited us over for dinner, so we took the short walk over and ate some crock-pot "chicken cordeon bleu" which was interestingly good. (can of cream of chicken soup mixed with a cup of milk, pour enough to cover the bottom, lay in chicken breasts, cover them with a slice of ham and cheese, pour the rest of the first mixture over them then top with dry stuffing mix. Drizzle melted butter onto the stuffing. It seems if you cook it on high the stuffing stays crispy in a large sense, maybe on low {longer cook time} the stuffing might absorb more moisture). Anyway, it was the first real meal that tasted like it should, and that I could eat a normal portion of in the better part of three days. It was nice.
My wife and I came home, looked at the latest deal on woot.com (internet window-shopping, what's the world come to! lol), made some brownies, and played on our xbox. We started watching a movie she'd wanted to see for a while, and she fell asleep before it was half way over (around 1am...) I played some Halo3 (finally got it to freeze, I've been trying to since we bought it about a year ago, but I finally tricked it into freezing mid-play....lol) watched most of LiarLiar (funny movie, but hard to not laugh at in a lot of instances, which plays out to be problematic with a sleeping wife who you don't really want to wake. Now it's almost 5:30 monday morning.
23 hours without sleep. And I'm still not tired. I've had 4 Tyelonol PM's within the past 23 hours and they've not helped a wink. :( It's like all the energy that I wanted to use the past few days all got bottled up and it's coming out right now as I'm trying to fall asleep.
Yawn
Maybe that means my body will let me rest now.
We'll see.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
I'm sick. Both literally and figuratively.
My temp. is hovering between the mid 99's and the high 100's. Most of the time people wouldn't worry too much about that, but my temp. in normal circumstances is 97.6 as opposed to the normal 98.6 that most of the humans on earth call normal. I'm not sure how many people in the world have a higher or lower than "normal" 'normal-temperature' but I'm one of them. If you were wondering. (probably weren't, lol)
Figuratively. I'm sick of people claiming that the more science proves the less there is to believe in diety. Albert Einstein said (paraphrased) "the more I learn about science, the more I'm convinced it was not created out of chance but put here for us to explore and understand." That's the basic idea of what he said, though i'm not entirely sure precisely what was said. If you're interested where I got the quote, it's from a talk, which is also on tape, titled "17 points of the true church". The quote is given by the author, as he heard it from Albert Einstein himself as a disortation to those scientifically minded. With this as a basis, I see that it's those who want to challenge beliefs in diety (for whatever reason) that use the knowledge we gain from science who use it as such, while those who live by faith understand that when inconsistencies show up between what we learn through science and what we learn through faith one of two aspects should be questioned. Is our scientific knowledge correct, eg if everything was placed here by a form of diety then obviously our knowledge should be aligning with our faith, if the faith and knowledge from faith is true then perhaps we need to research the science aspect more, as it's likely either incorrect, or we're interpretting the data related to the science incorrectly. The other aspect is that if we are the spawn of diety then as a fawn grows up to be a deer, a tadpole becomes a frog, so likewise a man becomes a God through the precepts upon which that God has set. As such, to become a God man likely must learn the true process of creation, which with all the doubts a mortal imperfect man has may be impossible during a mortal probation, and likely the knowledge comes after death through a perfect learning from a perfect knowledge of a perfect being.
If you're curious. I was watching a documentary by Ben Stein, it's called "Expelled, no intelligence allowed" It covers the issues that are currently being faced by scientists in the world today, particularly based around "Intelligent Design" or the concept that earth was created by God and not a Big Bang theory or other theories that currently exist. I think everyone should watch is, as it's important to know what's going on in the scientific communities as they ultimately decide what is or isn't taught in school in relation to creation and existence of man and the galaxy we live in.
Stand.
Figuratively. I'm sick of people claiming that the more science proves the less there is to believe in diety. Albert Einstein said (paraphrased) "the more I learn about science, the more I'm convinced it was not created out of chance but put here for us to explore and understand." That's the basic idea of what he said, though i'm not entirely sure precisely what was said. If you're interested where I got the quote, it's from a talk, which is also on tape, titled "17 points of the true church". The quote is given by the author, as he heard it from Albert Einstein himself as a disortation to those scientifically minded. With this as a basis, I see that it's those who want to challenge beliefs in diety (for whatever reason) that use the knowledge we gain from science who use it as such, while those who live by faith understand that when inconsistencies show up between what we learn through science and what we learn through faith one of two aspects should be questioned. Is our scientific knowledge correct, eg if everything was placed here by a form of diety then obviously our knowledge should be aligning with our faith, if the faith and knowledge from faith is true then perhaps we need to research the science aspect more, as it's likely either incorrect, or we're interpretting the data related to the science incorrectly. The other aspect is that if we are the spawn of diety then as a fawn grows up to be a deer, a tadpole becomes a frog, so likewise a man becomes a God through the precepts upon which that God has set. As such, to become a God man likely must learn the true process of creation, which with all the doubts a mortal imperfect man has may be impossible during a mortal probation, and likely the knowledge comes after death through a perfect learning from a perfect knowledge of a perfect being.
If you're curious. I was watching a documentary by Ben Stein, it's called "Expelled, no intelligence allowed" It covers the issues that are currently being faced by scientists in the world today, particularly based around "Intelligent Design" or the concept that earth was created by God and not a Big Bang theory or other theories that currently exist. I think everyone should watch is, as it's important to know what's going on in the scientific communities as they ultimately decide what is or isn't taught in school in relation to creation and existence of man and the galaxy we live in.
Stand.
RedNeck Xmas...Don't scoff. In this case I'm a redneck.
You might be a redneck if: It never occurred to you to be offended by the phrase, 'One nation, under God..'
You might be a redneck if: You've never protested about seeing the 10 Commandments posted in public places.
You might be a redneck if: You still say ' Christmas' instead of 'Winter Festival.'
You might be a redneck if: You bow your head when someone prays-even if they aren’t praying to your God.
You might be a redneck if: You stand and place your hand over your heart when they play the National Anthem.
You might be a redneck if: You treat our armed forces veterans with great respect, and always have.
You might be a redneck if: You've never burned an American flag out of protest, nor intend to.
You might be a redneck if: You know what you believe and you aren't afraid to say so, no matter who is listening.
You might be a redneck if: You respect your elders and raised your kids to do the same.
You might be a redneck if: You'd give your last dollar to a friend.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
spammers
FYI, in case you didn't already know.
mycheckfree.com is spam. it's also checkfree.com
They try scaring you saying that when you were logged on trying to make a payment certain things may have happened, saying they partnered with McAfee and when you tried to make your online bill pay and the page didn't load it's because there was a virus, they detected it, and you can get a "free" download of McAfee. Funny thing is, we already have mcafee. We hate it, but it was free for 15 months when we got my system.
So, beware of people who say they know things about you, double check your browsing history to see if you really were banking at the time it says you were (between 12:15 am and 10:30 am), note if it's a broad time like that it's most likely spam, as if it were real IT personell contacting you they wouldn't need to include your home address, and they wouldn't be offering free virus protection. They would say "you have an issue...deal with it". Or, something more along those lines. Long and short? Keep your eyes out for people trying to tell you they know things about you, if it feels fishy, it's probably the kelp. Er, uh, it is.
mycheckfree.com is spam. it's also checkfree.com
They try scaring you saying that when you were logged on trying to make a payment certain things may have happened, saying they partnered with McAfee and when you tried to make your online bill pay and the page didn't load it's because there was a virus, they detected it, and you can get a "free" download of McAfee. Funny thing is, we already have mcafee. We hate it, but it was free for 15 months when we got my system.
So, beware of people who say they know things about you, double check your browsing history to see if you really were banking at the time it says you were (between 12:15 am and 10:30 am), note if it's a broad time like that it's most likely spam, as if it were real IT personell contacting you they wouldn't need to include your home address, and they wouldn't be offering free virus protection. They would say "you have an issue...deal with it". Or, something more along those lines. Long and short? Keep your eyes out for people trying to tell you they know things about you, if it feels fishy, it's probably the kelp. Er, uh, it is.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Monday, November 3, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
OpenGL Drawing
Gues what everyone! CS4 doesn't run off your processors like its predecessors once did. This beast uses your Video card(s) and speaks through OpenGL. Unfortunately if your processor doesn't speak OpenGL CS4 doesn't work. Unless you download the Bios changes that are available to enable older GPU's (video cards) to communicate through OpenGL. If that doesn't work perhaps you already tried to download the latest drivers for your GPU (not a bad idea even if you're not using CS4), and if that doesn't work there's another download from Adobe that might help. If none of those things work? Two options. Turn off OpenGL Drawing under "Edit-Preferences-Performance", or, update (aka replace) your GPU, as turning OFF OpenGL limits your functionality of CS4 making it less worth the upgrade and more worth just keeping CS3...... Unless you need excuses to get upgrades on your system, in which case buy a whole new system with a new and support graphics card. If you're in that category and need excuses to spend money on a new system, might I be your excuse and you can spend it on one for me?!? lol
Hilarious darling, simply hilarious!
A bit of fun...
My wife tossed me a quarter to help me make a decision for dinner (it's how I make all my Realllllly tough decisions, yes or no by chance....lol), well after I had used it I tossed it back to her... Ooops.
"Oh no, I lost it!" she exclaimed!
"You didn't lose it dear, you invested in our future findings!" I responded.
=)
My wife tossed me a quarter to help me make a decision for dinner (it's how I make all my Realllllly tough decisions, yes or no by chance....lol), well after I had used it I tossed it back to her... Ooops.
"Oh no, I lost it!" she exclaimed!
"You didn't lose it dear, you invested in our future findings!" I responded.
=)
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
If only perchance
I have an assignment due tomorrow afternoon, I just completed it. I started it two hours ago. Well, less than that actually. The assignment is simple, three artists meet at a cafe on september and the writer is sitting nearby and listens in on their conversation. here's a brief assignment description.
DEFINITION
You walk into a busy cafe in late September as you sit down at your table. Next to you overhear the conversations of Julia Margaret Cameron, P. H. Emerson, and Edgar Degas.
Write a 3-5 page paper that describes their conversations include their attitudes and ideas about art and photography in your paper.
Be creative.
For those who may not know, they didn't live near each other, Cameron lived most her life in India, and wasn't well known until decades after her death, Degas was initially a painter, etc, and used photography minimally in comparison, lived in france, and Emerson primarily called Great Brittain home. Their lives do overlap in some degree, though them meeting would have taken some doing in reality. I added a twist.
In addition to the above criteria the character I created was the notorious Stieglitz, he started the movement through America that allowed Photography to be considered more of an art-form than it had been the six previous decades. His impact in the world is no small stone in a pond, it was through him that Georgia O'keefe became a household name, later in his life he would divorce his wife and marry the much younger O'keefe. His is the gallery mentioned, it was him in Paris meeting with Rodin that allowed there to be some truth in their meeting, and juxtaposition of their meeting in relation to his movement that allows me to create art-work today and have it more willingly accepted by artist peers of varying backgrounds as being art-work and not something less than that. With that said, here's what I wrote. The meeting is fictional, their personal stories and convictions are real.
Artistically Autumn
The leaves were in the heat of their fall colors, it was a shockingly warm day as temperatures seemingly had risen overnight. I was sitting back enjoying the warmth of the mid-day sun eating a light lunch as I began to catch glimpses of conversation from a most interesting trio of friends. I recognized one of the three as being the well known Edgar Degas. His facial structures gave him away as the one who had been accused on accounts of being the “anti-Semitic Impressionist”. If he was I couldn’t blame him as it seemed that his family may have lost their financial institution due to insider trading tips among Jews, if what had been passed around was true he had very good reason to be upset with at least a few of the lot.
I couldn’t make heads or tails of the other two at the table; I feared I never in my life-time enjoy the work of the woman at the table. She spoke with such fervor and devotion to photography as an art-form, through emotionally convicted words I felt drawn to her passion in photography and desired to observe her work though I lacked the confidence to make the request that day. She spoke of her passion to photograph all those who visited her home, and how a neighbor frequently would bring his guests to her home, where she would painstakingly photograph them in the most curious of ways.
The last I would learn was a Mr. Emerson, as my interest later in life would serve me I would discover his first name to be Peter. At first his conversations were grim, full of discouragement and a general frustration as he seemed consistently to be butting heads with the general British Photographic establishment over what seemed to me to be the most unworthy causes of disturbance between persons. His venting of vehemence with people not accepting his photography as being original and the general disposition of those who would otherwise be considered colleagues was gently calmed by his counter-parts as they all joined under the banner of brother-hood in making art through their various forms.
During the time of their conversation Photography was seen as a form of recording images of truth, capturing that which is real and showing just that. Furthermore it was used by some artists as a way of capturing the human form in its most real form in order to have a more realistic rendering of the human form as a photograph would allow artists to take their time and recreate every detail in the most intimate manners. As I reclined, dropping eves on their conversation, I turned my eyes back to the fall trees outside, the people dining at the sparse tables placed outside, and the groups and individuals strolling along the leaf-strewn side-walk.
Their conversations seemed to give my mind the freedom to see with eyes that I didn’t know I had, my eyes focused on the colours of the leaves and it seemed that the more intently I looked on them the brighter their colors became, their movements began to move more slowly as they drifted on the wings of the soft wind blowing, and for a brief moment their shapes and colours even began to blur in a short bursting swirls of colour. My day vision was quickly disturbed as it seemed my reclining had become too great and I found myself on the floor. I tried to shake off the embarrassment, as I picked myself back up and assured a highly concerned waiter that I was just fine and just had lost track of myself for a moment.
As the atmosphere of the café began to return, as it had been previous to my introduction with the tile, I returned my ears to the colourful words being shared between my newly found entertainers. I began to envision the words of Peter as he described his processes for creating an image that had the appearance of being the combination of multiple images but in reality was merely the proper manipulation of one glass sheet. He shared his ideas for a new way of creating similar images, and as I envisioned it I began to see the brilliance, being able to section off parts of the negative so only parts were exposed for your express composition, painstakingly composing subjects and scenes, and hoping the exposure would be correct. It seemed that with enough practice with the camera Mr. Emerson had developed a fairly keen eye for exposure, which in turn greatly helped his ventures in manipulating a single image from its inception. I could see the brilliance in his efforts, and began to relate to his frustrations with the local riff-raff of photographers who had so easily mistaken his images for being less than what they truly were, brilliant.
He seemed to be among very good company, and monsieur Degas very respectfully concurred with his colleague’s plight and efforts in creating the imagery that moved him. They all seemed bound by some ethereal force to create that which they felt directed to make, though their processes of creation varied, their techniques very different, they found themselves bound to each other and to their images by a force that in time has and will continue to touch more people than will ever accept or embrace it. It would seem the woman was more than perhaps I had at first given her credit for.
The wife of a man more than twenty years older her, she seemed to have a motherly love for her photography. As her story unfolded before my ears I began to witness her experiences, seeing her joy as her daughter gave her the camera that started her passion with photography, her time spent photographing family, visitors and various traveling dignitaries. She was 48 when she started, surprisingly she looked much younger than her age must have been, as she spoke her love for reading seemed to visualize before me. As I began to recognize characters mentioned from novels she adored I saw with my eyes the portrayals with which she showed them through her photographs, young angels mystically placed keeping a watchful eye, a woman disguised by shadow showing her inner-strength despite the cultural consequences which were bound to follow her un-accepted actions. She described her “fancy portraits” in further detail and as my trance continued from their conversation my eyes returned outside. There was a couple sitting at a table, the woman seemed somewhat distanced from the man, tension built between them and in my mind’s eye I saw the forbidden actions of the woman in an act of defiance against her oppressor. Though her actions were divulged only for a moment, in that brief moment when our eyes connected I realized the truthfulness of writings of our time, as fictitious as some of them seemed perhaps like these artists there was more to them than a simple glance would offer.
Degas sat quietly for a moment, something was on his mind. The others turned to him, the atmosphere they emanated turned solemn as his thoughts turned into words. “What if we are all forgotten? What good is it if despite all our efforts, all our work, the world never feels the impact of our intention?” Their eyes searched each other for an answer to questions which had lain heavy on their minds and countless other artists for generations before and surely would generations from the moment they were spoken aloud.
“There is a man” Degas spoke with his voice low, “rumor has brought me word that he is here in Paris as we speak. I was told he will be visiting Rodin this very afternoon. If what has been said of him is true it will be in no small part his doing that will create a space for photography in our world of art, and as space is made for this new art-form there is no doubt that, if not from our efforts, than from the efforts of those who come after us our ideals will be expressed, the forms will not be forgotten though our bodies turn to dust.” They spoke briefly longer and in more hushed tones, for a moment I thought I heard them say my name, after long embraces that are only given before and after those close depart indefinitely they separated, as they left the café and entered the street outside my vision began to return as it had been previous to my listening in on their conversations. For an hour longer I sat at my table, recreating the styles they spoke of through my mind, envisioning the techniques they loved so dearly in a very live sense. Promptly at the strike of two I paid my bill and determined to find this Rodin before returning to New York and my long-missed 201. Perhaps I would see this person when I met with Rodin, I should like to, and to introduce him to my dear blossoming Georgia.
Wikipedia (evil as it is) does offer some insight into each of the persons I've mentioned in the above fictional piece, here are some links for each of them if you're interested.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Henry_Emerson
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edgar_Degas
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Julia_Margaret_Cameron
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alfred_Stieglitz
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Georgia_O%27Keeffe
If you're not familiar with O'keeffe's work, here's a link to some of her art. Ok, so it's an online gallery of like 221 of her paintings. If you like flowers you'll love this.
http://www.artst.org/okeefe
DEFINITION
You walk into a busy cafe in late September as you sit down at your table. Next to you overhear the conversations of Julia Margaret Cameron, P. H. Emerson, and Edgar Degas.
Write a 3-5 page paper that describes their conversations include their attitudes and ideas about art and photography in your paper.
Be creative.
For those who may not know, they didn't live near each other, Cameron lived most her life in India, and wasn't well known until decades after her death, Degas was initially a painter, etc, and used photography minimally in comparison, lived in france, and Emerson primarily called Great Brittain home. Their lives do overlap in some degree, though them meeting would have taken some doing in reality. I added a twist.
In addition to the above criteria the character I created was the notorious Stieglitz, he started the movement through America that allowed Photography to be considered more of an art-form than it had been the six previous decades. His impact in the world is no small stone in a pond, it was through him that Georgia O'keefe became a household name, later in his life he would divorce his wife and marry the much younger O'keefe. His is the gallery mentioned, it was him in Paris meeting with Rodin that allowed there to be some truth in their meeting, and juxtaposition of their meeting in relation to his movement that allows me to create art-work today and have it more willingly accepted by artist peers of varying backgrounds as being art-work and not something less than that. With that said, here's what I wrote. The meeting is fictional, their personal stories and convictions are real.
my name
History of Photography
teachers name
History of Photography
teachers name
October 23rd 2008
Artistically Autumn
The leaves were in the heat of their fall colors, it was a shockingly warm day as temperatures seemingly had risen overnight. I was sitting back enjoying the warmth of the mid-day sun eating a light lunch as I began to catch glimpses of conversation from a most interesting trio of friends. I recognized one of the three as being the well known Edgar Degas. His facial structures gave him away as the one who had been accused on accounts of being the “anti-Semitic Impressionist”. If he was I couldn’t blame him as it seemed that his family may have lost their financial institution due to insider trading tips among Jews, if what had been passed around was true he had very good reason to be upset with at least a few of the lot.
I couldn’t make heads or tails of the other two at the table; I feared I never in my life-time enjoy the work of the woman at the table. She spoke with such fervor and devotion to photography as an art-form, through emotionally convicted words I felt drawn to her passion in photography and desired to observe her work though I lacked the confidence to make the request that day. She spoke of her passion to photograph all those who visited her home, and how a neighbor frequently would bring his guests to her home, where she would painstakingly photograph them in the most curious of ways.
The last I would learn was a Mr. Emerson, as my interest later in life would serve me I would discover his first name to be Peter. At first his conversations were grim, full of discouragement and a general frustration as he seemed consistently to be butting heads with the general British Photographic establishment over what seemed to me to be the most unworthy causes of disturbance between persons. His venting of vehemence with people not accepting his photography as being original and the general disposition of those who would otherwise be considered colleagues was gently calmed by his counter-parts as they all joined under the banner of brother-hood in making art through their various forms.
During the time of their conversation Photography was seen as a form of recording images of truth, capturing that which is real and showing just that. Furthermore it was used by some artists as a way of capturing the human form in its most real form in order to have a more realistic rendering of the human form as a photograph would allow artists to take their time and recreate every detail in the most intimate manners. As I reclined, dropping eves on their conversation, I turned my eyes back to the fall trees outside, the people dining at the sparse tables placed outside, and the groups and individuals strolling along the leaf-strewn side-walk.
Their conversations seemed to give my mind the freedom to see with eyes that I didn’t know I had, my eyes focused on the colours of the leaves and it seemed that the more intently I looked on them the brighter their colors became, their movements began to move more slowly as they drifted on the wings of the soft wind blowing, and for a brief moment their shapes and colours even began to blur in a short bursting swirls of colour. My day vision was quickly disturbed as it seemed my reclining had become too great and I found myself on the floor. I tried to shake off the embarrassment, as I picked myself back up and assured a highly concerned waiter that I was just fine and just had lost track of myself for a moment.
As the atmosphere of the café began to return, as it had been previous to my introduction with the tile, I returned my ears to the colourful words being shared between my newly found entertainers. I began to envision the words of Peter as he described his processes for creating an image that had the appearance of being the combination of multiple images but in reality was merely the proper manipulation of one glass sheet. He shared his ideas for a new way of creating similar images, and as I envisioned it I began to see the brilliance, being able to section off parts of the negative so only parts were exposed for your express composition, painstakingly composing subjects and scenes, and hoping the exposure would be correct. It seemed that with enough practice with the camera Mr. Emerson had developed a fairly keen eye for exposure, which in turn greatly helped his ventures in manipulating a single image from its inception. I could see the brilliance in his efforts, and began to relate to his frustrations with the local riff-raff of photographers who had so easily mistaken his images for being less than what they truly were, brilliant.
He seemed to be among very good company, and monsieur Degas very respectfully concurred with his colleague’s plight and efforts in creating the imagery that moved him. They all seemed bound by some ethereal force to create that which they felt directed to make, though their processes of creation varied, their techniques very different, they found themselves bound to each other and to their images by a force that in time has and will continue to touch more people than will ever accept or embrace it. It would seem the woman was more than perhaps I had at first given her credit for.
The wife of a man more than twenty years older her, she seemed to have a motherly love for her photography. As her story unfolded before my ears I began to witness her experiences, seeing her joy as her daughter gave her the camera that started her passion with photography, her time spent photographing family, visitors and various traveling dignitaries. She was 48 when she started, surprisingly she looked much younger than her age must have been, as she spoke her love for reading seemed to visualize before me. As I began to recognize characters mentioned from novels she adored I saw with my eyes the portrayals with which she showed them through her photographs, young angels mystically placed keeping a watchful eye, a woman disguised by shadow showing her inner-strength despite the cultural consequences which were bound to follow her un-accepted actions. She described her “fancy portraits” in further detail and as my trance continued from their conversation my eyes returned outside. There was a couple sitting at a table, the woman seemed somewhat distanced from the man, tension built between them and in my mind’s eye I saw the forbidden actions of the woman in an act of defiance against her oppressor. Though her actions were divulged only for a moment, in that brief moment when our eyes connected I realized the truthfulness of writings of our time, as fictitious as some of them seemed perhaps like these artists there was more to them than a simple glance would offer.
Degas sat quietly for a moment, something was on his mind. The others turned to him, the atmosphere they emanated turned solemn as his thoughts turned into words. “What if we are all forgotten? What good is it if despite all our efforts, all our work, the world never feels the impact of our intention?” Their eyes searched each other for an answer to questions which had lain heavy on their minds and countless other artists for generations before and surely would generations from the moment they were spoken aloud.
“There is a man” Degas spoke with his voice low, “rumor has brought me word that he is here in Paris as we speak. I was told he will be visiting Rodin this very afternoon. If what has been said of him is true it will be in no small part his doing that will create a space for photography in our world of art, and as space is made for this new art-form there is no doubt that, if not from our efforts, than from the efforts of those who come after us our ideals will be expressed, the forms will not be forgotten though our bodies turn to dust.” They spoke briefly longer and in more hushed tones, for a moment I thought I heard them say my name, after long embraces that are only given before and after those close depart indefinitely they separated, as they left the café and entered the street outside my vision began to return as it had been previous to my listening in on their conversations. For an hour longer I sat at my table, recreating the styles they spoke of through my mind, envisioning the techniques they loved so dearly in a very live sense. Promptly at the strike of two I paid my bill and determined to find this Rodin before returning to New York and my long-missed 201. Perhaps I would see this person when I met with Rodin, I should like to, and to introduce him to my dear blossoming Georgia.
Wikipedia (evil as it is) does offer some insight into each of the persons I've mentioned in the above fictional piece, here are some links for each of them if you're interested.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Henry_Emerson
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edgar_Degas
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Julia_Margaret_Cameron
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alfred_Stieglitz
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Georgia_O%27Keeffe
If you're not familiar with O'keeffe's work, here's a link to some of her art. Ok, so it's an online gallery of like 221 of her paintings. If you like flowers you'll love this.
http://www.artst.org/okeefe
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
PhotoMerge
I'm sitting in my Graphic Computer Applications class wondering why I'm here
My teacher is showing us how to make a panoramic image using several images, he's showing us by making layers and going through the long tedious process that is so much easier than he's making it. CS3 and CS4 have what's called PHOTOMERGE.
You open images through it, get some automated options and voila, your computer renders the image almost flawlessly.
There is something to be said in knowing how to do it yourself, there's something more to be said in knowing how to do it on a production level, taking less time and having the same quality of product.
My teacher is showing us how to make a panoramic image using several images, he's showing us by making layers and going through the long tedious process that is so much easier than he's making it. CS3 and CS4 have what's called PHOTOMERGE.
You open images through it, get some automated options and voila, your computer renders the image almost flawlessly.
There is something to be said in knowing how to do it yourself, there's something more to be said in knowing how to do it on a production level, taking less time and having the same quality of product.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
something I'm working on
It's not quite right yet, and I'm still working on it, but here's an idea I'm working on for one of my classes
Final Cut Pro
So I'm working on a project where I work, we're setting up an AJA with a Betaplayer and using Final Cut Pro to capture it in a digital format, and we're getting audio but not video. The player is sending XLR audio to the AJA and is Coax to send the video to the AJA, then we're taking a firewire feed from the AJA to the Mac.... Any ideas on how to get the video to preview?
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Directional
I've been working on scholarships lately, I've found it to be a very challenging, and some times persevering in it becomes very difficult. I received on of my letters of recommendation from a previous instructor, though she's probably photographically had one of the largest influences on me and how I show my work in the past 3 years. Reading it I wanted to cry, she touched on things that were struggles for me and how my working on my projects helped build up the class, and it really touched me in a way I didn't expect it to. I think one of the reasons why it's daunting to me to apply for scholarships is that it pits me against the rest of the nation's students and I'm efforting to show how I'm the better candidate. In reality that's a challenge for me where I've not felt that way as my art/photography I feel has struggled due to working full time and being a full time student. Thinking about it though, in the real world, in my professional life I'm going to be pitted against other equally hopeful candidates and vying to win the job that will be paying for my life and family. All of a sudden I don't feel so bad putting myself into competition to other people for money for school, as the competition for work begins with the competitive edge in school, trying to be the best for your position in school prepares a person to be the best for a position professionally. They're both rooted in the same principles.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
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