Random note 35426:
If you have a black background and white text on your website, you are in fact, an asshole. Thanks for making me see lines everywhere I look for the next ten minutes.
at some point you just say fuck it, throw the oars in the river, open the last beer and float downstream. see what the god damn river has in mind for you because you don't have a fucking clue.
Beervana, as Portland's known, has more breweries and brewpubs than any city on the planet, and that means never being more than a mile from the freshest beer imaginable -- beer that traveled no more than a few yards from the fermenter to the serving tank to your pint glass. It means patronizing places where the brewers are a creative force, not just rubber-booted employees; where they can free themselves from production brewing to whomp up truly special beers, which patrons promptly drink up, allowing the brewers to exercise their creativity yet again.
Reason number 20 I can't use PSCS4 and why it's a total piece of shit.
SportsShooter.com - PS CS4 - image opens on wrong monitor
I heard from an Adobe developer today that the image always opening on the "main" monitor is an official "bug". No word on when it will be fixed.
I have 3 monitors here and I can't have the images constantly open up behind my pallets. It's very annoying. PS10 can do it fine. PSCS4 Fails. And it crashes on every other image. PSCS3 runs fine.
Buggy product released too early. Not fit for use professionally in any way.
Yes, I am being harsh. My clients demand the best work, my tools have to perform to meet their needs. The tools don't work, I won't use them. Photoshop CS4 is a unusable piece of shit. No other way to state it. I now use The Gimp more so then I use PSCS4.
So I am sticking with PSCS3 until it gets fixed. And I am not happy about spending all the money on a unused upgrade.
Damn, I like the rain. I really do. Something about it just puts me in a good mood. Hell if I know why. Random thought last night while I stare at the ceiling trying to sleep:
"Why" and "What does it mean" are chains for the creative process. Anyone who says differently is a critic or a PHD. Don't fall for that bullshit.
Now, back to my coffee...
As a firm believer in the separation of Science and State I just simply had to cast my vote for Palin today. Now, where is that sarcasm html tag...
Thoughts on Change
You live your life like chapters in a book. They come and linger for awhile and then pass. You can't cling to these moments as they come, for to do so brings you nothing but unhappiness and sorrow.
To cling to these brief moments of your life is like chasing after light. It is always on the horizon and deftly out of reach. To let them pass gracefully, even to revel in them is preferred. For clinging to a moment and attempting to shun change brings only sorrow and fear most certain.
With the future, sorrow and fear are only possibilities if you close yourself off to it.
People's unnatural fear of the future comes from their own root fear of change. To open one's self up to change is to remove that fear completely and forever.
--Another bout of insomnia last night got me to thinking. The rain is nice though in helping me relax.
I found myself with a does of insomnia last night and for whatever reason I was thinking about winding film onto reels for developing. Something that I think I have not done since 96?
Just remembering the whole process of laying out the film canister, the reels, the tank, lid and trusty bottle opener. Laying them all out and taking one last look at them before turning out the lights and having to work in total darkness. Standing there and memorizing where everything is with your hands one last time before popping open the film canister with opener.
Sometimes it would take forever to get the film canister open as well. The sharp end of it just itching to scratch your film. Then once freed how when you peeled the tape from the plastic spool you would get a ever so slight blue static spark from the adhesive giving away. Standing there in the dark with about 5 feet of film in one hand and trying to find the reel with the other.
The tank was like a fat can of soup and the reels were two stainless steel spirals with a clip on the center. What you would have to do is clip the film into the center clip (or hook one of the film sprockets to the last loop of steel if your clips have long since fell off) and then holding the edges of the film to avoid fingerprints, start to roll the reel counter clockwise to roll the film onto it with about a cm separating the film from itself on this reel. That allowed enough chemicals to slosh between the film so it would get developed properly.
If you were to rush it and pull to tightly the film may skip it's track and wind directly onto itself, which caused any areas of film that touched to be ruined because it would not get the proper does of chemicals. Sometimes it would get none at all and you would have these non developed grey blobs. No way to check your work till you were finished with the whole developing process. There was kinda of a knack to it.
So in a way it was a zen exercise in complete darkness. Which probably came up cause I was staring up at total darkness and unable to sleep last night.
I know I just said blogging here is at a freeze, but the world conspires against my plans. Firstly, Wired Mag just wrote a peice saying the personal blog is dead and out dated, so kill your blog. Nothing motivates me more to doing something then others saying it is "uncool and dead". Two, ScribeFire works again so I can blog pages I find without having to enter a editor. Lastly, I need a place to keep track of the things I am interested in. Really, actually lastly (For Reals, as the kids say), I am going to work on posting wonderous life positive things and art. No fucking news or politics ever again. I am going to try to link only to individual personal sites as well.
Posting here is at a Freeze.
Have not been posting here due to other more pressing issues, such as, well, the End of the World. So go listen to REM and have fun watching the whole shit house burn down.
"That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane - Lenny Bruce is not afraid. Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn, world serves its own needs, dummy serve your own needs. Feed it off an aux speak,, grunt, no, strength, The ladder starts to clatter with fear fight down height. Wire in a fire, representing seven games, a government for hire and a combat site. Left of west and coming in a hurry with the furies breathing down your neck. Team by team reporters baffled, trumped, tethered cropped. Look at that low playing! Fine, then. Uh oh, overflow, population, common food, but it'll do. Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed dummy with the rapture and the revered and the right - right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty psyched.
It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.
Six o'clock - TV hour. Don't get caught in foreign towers. Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn. Locking in, uniforming, book burning, blood letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate. Light a candle, light a votive. Step down, step down. Watch your heel crush, crushed. Uh-oh, this means no fear cavalier. Renegade steer clear! A tournament, a tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives and I decline.
It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it. (It's time I had some time alone) It's the end of the world as we know it (It's time I had some time alone) and I feel fine. (I feel fine)
It's the end of the world as we know it. (It's time I had some time alone) It's the end of the world as we know it. (It's time I had some time alone) It's the end of the world as we know it (It's time I had some time alone) and I feel fine.
The other night I dreamt of knives, continental drift divide. Mountains sit in a line Leonard Bernstein. Leonid Brezhnev. Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs. Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! You symbiotic, patriotic, slam book neck, right? Right.
It's the end of the world as we know it. (It's time I had some time alone) It's the end of the world as we know it. (It's time I had some time alone) It's the end of the world as we know it (It's time I had some time alone) and I feel fine.
It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it (It's time I had some time alone) and I feel fine.
It's the end of the world as we know it. (It's time I had some time alone) It's the end of the world as we know it. (It's time I had some time alone) It's the end of the world as we know it (It's time I had some time alone) and I feel fine.
It's the end of the world as we know it. (It's time I had some time alone) It's the end of the world as we know it. (It's time I had some time alone) It's the end of the world as we know it (It's time I had some time alone) and I feel fine..."
Yeah
For the record, fuck you all. Fuck the world old school, FTW. Not this for the win shit.
Just making sure we all have it straight.
Updates and such
Howdy all, working on getting back into the swing of things up here after the move. Much more relaxed and less tense. It's a very nice and much needed change of pace! All sorts of things on the plate here and I will probably start writing more about the projects here in house. Maybe starting with a break down of my last promo piece.
Remember 'go outside and play?'
Reader, if you're much over 30, you probably remember what it used to be like for the typical American kid. Remember how there used to be this thing called "going out to play"? For younger readers, I'll explain this archaic concept. It worked like this: The child or children in the house -- as long as they were over age 4 or so -- went to the door, opened it, and ... went outside. <A href="http://www.latimes.com/news/opinion/commentary/la-oe-brooks15-2008may15,0,3678233.column">They braved the neighborhood pedophile just waiting to pounce, the rusty nails just waiting to be stepped on, the trees just waiting to be fallen out of, and they "played."</a>
Fuck it.
You know, I was just gonna post about Karl Rove refusing to testify, but you know what?
Fuck it.
They won. It's over. They got away with it all. Screw it.
War, oil, Iran some to be attacked. Screw it. I'm gonna fiddle while America burns.
Now where's my camera, I'm gonna take purty pictures.
Have a coke and shut the fuck up
What Happens To Your Body If You Drink A Coke Right Now?
Have you ever wondered why Coke comes with a smile? It’s because it gets you high. They took the cocaine out almost a hundred years ago. You know why? It was redundant.* In The First 10 minutes: 10 teaspoons of sugar hit your system. (100% of your recommended daily intake.) You don’t immediately vomit from the overwhelming sweetness because phosphoric acid cuts the flavor allowing you to keep it down.
* 20 minutes: Your blood sugar spikes, causing an insulin burst. Your liver responds to this by turning any sugar it can get its hands on into fat. (There’s plenty of that at this particular moment)
* 40 minutes: Caffeine absorption is complete. Your pupils dilate, your blood pressure rises, as a response your livers dumps more sugar into your bloodstream. The adenosine receptors in your brain are now blocked preventing drowsiness.
* 45 minutes: Your body ups your dopamine production stimulating the pleasure centers of your brain. This is physically the same way heroin works, by the way.
* >60 minutes: The phosphoric acid binds calcium, magnesium and zinc in your lower intestine, providing a further boost in metabolism. This is compounded by high doses of sugar and artificial sweeteners also increasing the urinary excretion of calcium.
* >60 Minutes: The caffeine’s diuretic properties come into play. (It makes you have to pee.) It is now assured that you’ll evacuate the bonded calcium, magnesium and zinc that was headed to your bones as well as sodium, electrolyte and water.
* >60 minutes: As the rave inside of you dies down you’ll start to have a sugar crash. You may become irritable and/or sluggish. You’ve also now, literally, pissed away all the water that was in the Coke. But not before infusing it with valuable nutrients your body could have used for things like even having the ability to hydrate your system or build strong bones and teeth.
whoa....
Updates
Afternoon all.
All sorts of new things going on here. Just moved to Portland and delt with all of that so the updates have been slow because of that.
Have a new small photo studio in here which I am setting up. Hope to have some new pics and projects rolling soon.
For the record, moving sucks.
Bike awareness test
It surprised me actually.
Brand Timeline
Fun with brands - Jane’s Brand-timeline Portrait
The brands she sees every moment of her day.
Busy busy busy
Been real busy here. Did a shoot for Fuze Organics, another one for Guitar Hero for the DS which I can't post till June, a smattering of band photos and the retouching has been off the hook. Lots of Olympic retouching coming in as well. Can't post those for a looong time though.
Add in the fact that we are moving soon and I am not getting any form of that thing called sleep.
Which makes me tired and neglect the blogs. Many sorry's!