Two Twenty Two

July 22, 2008

Emily: 1995-2008

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Emily is gone. Probably the sweetest dog ever. I had to put her to sleep on July 4th. She was having a lot of trouble breathing because of swollen lymph nodes near her heart and lungs. They suggested a treatment that would give her another month, but would likely be more painful, and might not work.

That same morning I let everyone close to her know so they could come say goodbye. She was ready. I could deal with her being in pain and needing medication, but I couldn’t deal with her being so scared that she couldn’t breathe. She looked up at me like she’s done for thirteen years.   She never, ever questioned a decision I made. 

She told me lots of things, mostly with her eyes. Nellie, my other dog, who is currently teaching me about patience, Nellie tells me things with her feet, and through noises and jumping. Emily could look up at me and say “I see you’re going to the kitchen. I believe my water bowl is getting a little dry. Could you please fill it up with some nice fresh water? It’s getting so hot outside and it would be very refreshing.”
Yeah- that’s a very specific look. I know. She had several of them.

She also had a look that said “I know you got this other dog to keep me company. While I appreciate the gesture, the dog knows no boundaries and appears to be trying to eat my legs, and she always wants to play chase. Can you do something about this? Thanks.”
That’s actually a look I got several times. Emily is not just sweet, but very polite.

 I didn’t like having a choice about whether to put her to sleep. It made me, (for probably two full seconds) look around the room for someone who would either give me another answer, or make my choice clear. But when I looked at how scared she was, and knew that postponing it would be selfish.. it was pretty easy. She gave me the ‘it’s time for me to go’ look.

OK it might have been a “GET ME OUT OF HERE” look, or a “Please make me not so scared and hurt” look.  Either way, I knew it was the right decision. I sat with her and got her to calm down, after about ten minutes her breathing was almost back to a steady pace. I held her head and made some noises I will never repeat to get her to build up enough energy to give me some last kisses. When she gives you kisses, it’s two or three extra gentle, very deliberate (but not sloppy) licks on your cheek.

Then I rang the bell that brings the person who gives the overdose of anesthesia and pain killers.

It happened really quickly- just a couple minutes. She quietly fell asleep.

A couple days later I told the boys, and they handled it well.

little h said that he’s not crying because he had already heard about Emily’s death at his mom’s house, and cried there for twenty minutes.  He also said to H that maybe he should put off the sadness until later. :/

Big H cried for a while, then disappeared into the front room where he wrote down all the pets that have died.  

1. Emily
2. Memphis
3. Emily’s sister (Lucy)
4. Daisy (a rat)
5. Sophie (a rat)
6. Neon’s friend (a lizard)
7. Max
8. Beta Fish
9. The fish that died from hose (Tito, a puffer fish- long story)
10. Big Lips (I think he means hot lips, a fish at his mom’s)
11. The sucker fish (actually three of them)
12. The tiger fish (more like eleven or so, but they look the same)
13. Percy (fish)
14. American Wonder (hahah, a red white and blue angel fish)
15. The water frog

Keep in mind, at my house, fish funerals last over twenty minutes.  Harps actually said this about one of them: “He was more than just a fish.. he was a friend..”

He cried, wrote this list, cried some more, then started playing with Hen.  At bed time he had a sleepover with Hen, who brought the panda, the giant elephant, and the wolf.

I picked up her ashes yesterday. They’re in a bag- and I remember the first thing I thought was.. “this is the strangest weight”

It was so odd to think that’s her remains. I don’t know what I was expecting. I also don’t know what to do with the ashes.  She’ll definitely fit in something small.  Not so much when she was living.  Here’s a picture of her when she thought she was small enough to go through the dog door. 

I’ll miss you Em, but I’m glad you’re getting a really good nap.  That’s pretty much your favorite thing. :)

July 2, 2008

Photography is changing

Photography is becoming more about editing and post production, and less about the math, expertise, and hassle of capturing an image.  Here’s why, in my opinion.

stone effigy

Whenever you’re trying to satisfy a creative need using a tool you don’t understand, or that you haven’t mastered, it can feel like typing with boxing gloves.  Imagine having beautiful music stuck in your head- but you don’t have the ability to flawlessly translate that music from your brain – through your fingers, on to the keyboard of a piano.  I bet this is easy for most people to imagine (yeah, me too) wishing you had the discipline and the skills to play what you have right there in your head.  This is the stuff of good tools.   Good tools come out of necessity. Necessity to move a rock, necessity to sharpen a knife, necessity to create art. If you have to move that ten thousand pound slab of rock ten miles down the road, I bet you try to figure out the best way to get the job done.  ;)

a picture

My grandfather was a master woodworker- I used to love to sneak up and see him working in their garage- probably on a purple martin house (hotel, really), or an elaborate ship, and he would make a slight popping sound with his mouth, and rich bouts of pipe tobacco smoke would issue out, curling above his head, turning into a hovering haze over his latest master work.  He took craftsmanship to a magical level.  Every placement of tiny detail in the joinery, the perfect micro-measurements he must have made to fit it all fit together, it was so impressive- even if he wasn’t your grandfather.  One of the only “sayings” I recall him saying is “there’s nothing like the right tool for the right job.”  He was so right.  And after countless hours of doing things the hard way, he would tend to naturally find the path of least resistance.. or to find tools to help him get there.  

One of my home hobbies is photography.  I like it a lot, but it takes up a lot of time. Also, after looking around sites like flickr, I realize I don’t have any special abilities when it comes to photography, I just take a lot of pictures. To see what I mean, look at some of the pictures that are categorized for what they call ‘interestingness’ at flickr. (Yes, I’m a sucker for made up words that need no explanation). Here’s the pictures from last month that have “Interestingness“  It shows you a calendar, each day they pick five hundred from the however many jillions.  You get the idea.  Lots.  A sea of them.  

Now that sites like this offer free hosting of images, and millions of people are getting into digital photography cheaply and easily, the art of photography is actually changing.. and is now accessible to the masses.  People take so many more pictures than they used to. 

All these people are rapidly taking pictures of everything, everywhere! Try using google earth and turning on the pictures layer- you can see pictures- really good pictures- at almost any place on earth you pick. For all these people taking pictures, especially those who shoot raw images, they are looking for ways to handle the load of the sheer volume and size of their growing library.

Here’s a description of what a RAW image is on wikipedia, but basically, it’s a picture that’s got all the information the camera could take at the time, all unprocessed. It’s up to you to squash it into something usable. This is one of the best things to happen to photography- since I don’t know when.  I wanted to say since photoshop, but I don’t like to get too dramatic.

It does come at a cost though- usually you can’t just lookat raw images like you can a .jpg or .png file. You usually need to process them, then turn them into a ‘usable’ picture. Another negative is they are quite a bit larger than a normal picture file. The raw pictures that come out of my ‘good’ camera are about 12MB- or about the size of three of your favorite songs from itunes. A lot of the pictures you see on this blog are from my ‘bad’ camera (on my phone) just capturing moments. They serve the purpose of documenting, to remember something or point something out- like this from earlier this evening:

I wish

I was wishing I hadn’t spent so much f’ing money on dinner after going to Mandola’s Italian Market with the boys. Then I immediately hurled more money into the water.  Wishing is dumb.

Here’s a picture using my ‘good’ camera to show you the difference in quality:

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This picture didn’t look nearly as good before I adjusted it.  Just believe me- I don’t feel like uploading a bunch more pictures. The point is- it’s nice to be able to make a lot of adjustments to these pictures after the fact, but I’m certainly not alone in my frustration of taking all these pictures, only to have them sit idle on my computer. The physical space isn’t so much an issue, you can buy a terrabyte of space for about two hundred bucks. It has become a workflow issue. Once you take all these pictures, it actually takes discipline, and the help of the right tools to edit and keep track of them all.

I certainly did a lot of the same things as everyone else- make a year/month/day directory structure, and keep it in sequential order, but.. then what if you want to just look at pictures of one person- or just of your family? This is where the tools come in. I needed something that would convert raw images to .jpg format, and be able to do similar operations to multiple pictures. Since you can usually (conservatively) expose a RAW image up or down a whole stop after you took the picture (see? the 12MB file does have some advantages) Adobe has created this tool which allows you do do a whole lot more than that. It takes very complicated math (color temperature, imaging displays, gamma, etc.) and gives you intuitive little tools for adjusting them all to get the end result you want. It was a tool clearly designed for doing this one thing quickly and easily. 

I think this, with the help of Canon and others, has dawned the era of post processing. This means that the focus has shifted away from the particulars of capturing the image, and more to what you do with it after the fact.  Most people who take pictures, given the proper camera, could take excellent pictures. There’s only the pointing and the clicking, and the knowing where to be, etc. ;)

This is an over-simplification, of course, but here’s an example- I handed Harps the camera Saturday and he took this of me and Hen while we were.. I don’t know what we were doing. 

me and little h

Not bad light levels and composition- but.. (sorry harps) most of the ‘work’ was done after it was taken. I took it through the steps I’ll talk about below. I also pulled in this lever called ‘fill light’, which emphasizes the middle levels of light in your picture.   Also I’ll probably do some other post about my trials and tribulations with importing RAW images, what histograms are in plain English, etc. but this post is mainly about doing batch operations to a bunch of pictures at once using a tool like Adobe Photoshop Lightroom.

I’ve used Photoshop since it came out- it is one of the most mature artistic tools out there.  This is why I tried lightroom without question.  Apparently adobe interviewed a lot of professional photographers about their work flow of shooting, processing, delivering to clients, etc. after realizing so many people are in this same position of dealing with thousands of images instead of dozens- they ended up with lightroom.

I found it to be a really easy way to batch edit lots of pictures (raw images), add keywords, adjust white balance, etc. It has a ‘library mode’ where you can quickly rotate, name, modify lots of pictures all at once, and it has a ‘develop’ mode where you can go into fine controls to get the right histogram or exposure, tinting, or even make your own presets to get custom looks, or common adjustments you make. It also has a decent set of more ‘creative’ presets for sepia, aged photos, etc. The big thing for me was all of these settings can be copied and pasted to masses of pictures at once.

Here’s an example of a raw image that I loaded up straight into Lightroom- it’s a picture of my friend Lacie playing banjo. 

original image

OK, tuning a banjo. Obviously, she’s either got some crazy yellow lights, or the white balance is way off in this picture. Notice I didn’t think about framing this shot- that’s intentional. Because my camera has a full size (35 mm) chip, and the images are much larger than I need for showing on a computer screen, I rely on the fact that I can shoot more objectively- get the whole thing- then decide how much to crop out later when I understand the subject better in the context of the scene.  That’s ‘nice’.

modified

So the first thing I did was crop it, like I said, to something I feel gets to the point of the image a bit more. She loves playing music, so there’s the smile, the pictures of her grandparents, the strumming and tuning, the hint of bare feet. That stuff all helps the idea of the image.  All the rest can be cropped out. :) Then (above) I adjusted white balance and exposure settings…

 Then I adjusted some of the ‘creative settings’ a bit.  Once you get something you’re happy with, you can save the settings. Here’s my “high contrast black and white” setting using the same original:

high_contrast_bw

 One nice option is to apply settings to raw images as you import them into lightroom.  So if you have fifty shots of that birthday party where you had your camera on the ‘inside’ setting and you were ‘outside’, you could change the color temperature on one of them, and paste those changes to all the others.   Color temperature is about the energy levels of the main light source in the scene.  Tungsten lights, direct sunlight, a cloudy day, etc. all have different color temperatures that effectively push your pictures either towards blue or orange.  Anyway, a few quick setting changes and you’ve got a bunch of interesting possibilities:

If your camera has the ability to take raw pictures, you might want to try it out and see what you think.  Here’s a link to a free trial of Adobe Photoshop Lightroom

I’d be curious to find out about any open source solutions to this kind of work flow.  I’ve used the gimp- an open source free program that has photoshop-like functionality, but I don’t know if anything like Lightroom exists.  Let me know if it does!

.j.

June 24, 2008

again

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Large changes are imminent, if history’s patterns repeat themselves.

222 \"special\"

 

in the morning

in the morning

 afternoon

in the afternoon

 

June 15, 2008

Sheldon Herman dead at zero

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Dead at zero. Possibly the son of Florence Duboisson.

June 10, 2008

Two more two twenty twos

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is back. The clock, often, and a bunch of other occurances.

Guess which one of these took me to get the ct scan?

guess which one I got

 

June 1, 2008

A perfect Saturday

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Saturday it was just me and big H. He had a sleepover Fri night, so we cleared everything on Saturday. When little h is with us, we have to go at a different pace, but since Harps was old enough, and it was just us, we took full advantage.  Here’s a slide show of the whole affair.  Works best with good music.

May 29, 2008

Headed to San Diego

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Me and my partners headed out to California (yesterday) to meet with a publisher. I’ve been out to San Diego many times when I used to work for Sony, but never really made it to the beach. Always work, come home… this trip we decided to visit the beach first…and there it is!

 

San Diego 2008_05_28

I did strongly suspect it existed..
San Diego 2008_05_28
Even if it was just an hour or so it was worth it. Why didn’t I do this before??

San Diego 2008_05_28
Andy Tried surfing…

San Diego 2008_05_28
Mission Beach was really beautiful, and the weather was perfect.. as usual.

San Diego 2008_05_28
we had a hammock race for precisely five minutes.

May 28, 2008

Rathgar the tyrant

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This is rathgar. A hastily chosen name for a dictator of a grackle.
 s_d

He just realized I was taking a picture, and tried to pose like a nice bird.  He’s not very nice.  He isn’t satisfied getting enough to eat- he’s  not done until he finishes running all the other birds off of the table at El Sol Y La Luna.  The boys and I love to go there on the weekend, but Rathgar has been unruly lately.  What happened to leaving well enough alone? This is where the links between birds and dinosaurs become pretty discernible (to me).  Can birds be nice?  I mean- nobody expects a lizard to be nice, and I’ve never really met a bird I would call ’friendly’. The closest is Florence- who I’d say is curious… I guess anything is possible.  I think it’s time to read about avian ethology. Here’s some highlights of a search: 

A REVIEW OF SOME ASPECTS OF AVIAN FIELD ETHOLOGY

 

This page has a lot of info, including audio samples of the (horrible) grackle song.

From a social perspective, there are two camps.

The anti-gracklists:

This is a movie/conspiracy theory about Grackles called Night of the Grackles.  It’s almost unbearable. You can skip the first 2:30.  She almost has a theory about what grackles are conspiring to do…

 

The anti-gracklist guerilla faction video was ultimately silenced by Pro-Gracklists, but you get the idea. Grackles are up to something.

The Pro Gracklists are responding with ’scientific’ evidence that grackles are smart. I think you’ll find the evidence shocking.

 

Then there’s this site which offers a book- I realized I was nerding out somewhat when I read the caption:

“… Serious birders or amateur naturalists possessing sufficient background information may begin to ask: What messages are encoded in the song of Chestnut-sided Warbler males? What does the white forehead patch signal on male Collared Flycatchers? Are Barn Swallow pairs formed by chance, and if not, what mechanisms influence them? Why is rape common among waterfowl? Do Reed Bunting parents always raise their own genetic offspring?”

apparently this book will answer those kinds of questions. 

Suspiciously missing: “Why is Rathgar a jerk to the good birds?” 

Science (and sometimes even wikipedia) can be really disappointing. Soon I’ll be able to understand (for example) avian ethology instantly.  For now- apparently it will take more than six minutes.  More bird phenomenon when I have more time to research…

.j.

 

May 25, 2008

1,693,700,506 seconds left to live

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According to the death clock I’ll die on Sunday, January 29, 2062.  That seems like a long time right now.

I think it’s time to read Thanatopsis, by William Cullen Bryant.  He wrote this masterpiece when he was seventeen years old, back in 1817.  Some people find it morbid, I think it’s really beautiful.

To him who in the love of nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language; for his gayer hours
She has a voice of gladness, and a smile
And eloquence of beauty; and she glides
Into his darker musings, with a mild
And healing sympathy that steals away
Their sharpness ere he is aware. When thoughts
Of the last bitter hour come like a blight
Over thy spirit, and sad images
Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall,
And breathless darkness, and the narrow house,
Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart;–
Go forth, under the open sky, and list
To Nature’s teachings, while from all around–
Earth and her waters, and the depths of air–
Comes a still voice. Yet a few days, and thee
The all-beholding sun shall see no more
In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground,
Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears,
Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist
Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim
Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again,
And, lost each human trace, surrendering up
Thine individual being, shalt thou go
To mix forever with the elements,
To be a brother to the insensible rock
And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain
Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak
Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mold.

Yet not to thine eternal resting-place
Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish
Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down
With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings,
The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good,
Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past,
All in one mighty sepulchre. The hills
Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun, — the vales
Stretching in pensive quietness between;
The venerable woods — rivers that move
In majesty, and the complaining brooks
That make the meadows green; and, poured round all,
Old Ocean’s gray and melancholy waste,–
Are but the solemn decorations all
Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun,
The planets, all the infinite host of heaven,
Are shining on the sad abodes of death
Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread
The globe are but a handful to the tribes
That slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings
Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness,
Or lose thyself in the continuous woods
Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound,
Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there:
And millions in those solitudes, since first
The flight of years began, have laid them down
In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.

So shalt thou rest — and what if thou withdraw
In silence from the living, and no friend
Take note of thy departure? All that breathe
Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh
When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care
Plod on, and each one as before will chase
His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave
Their mirth and their employments, and shall come
And make their bed with thee. As the long train
Of ages glides away, the sons of men–
The youth in life’s fresh spring, and he who goes
In the full strength of years, matron and maid,
The speechless babe, and the gray-headed man–
Shall one by one be gathered to thy side,
By those, who in their turn, shall follow them.
So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan, which moves
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

 

May 24, 2008

Fine-Fifteen, ride, wreck

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I caught Lacie’s band fine-fifteen at Quality Seafood.  They were great- the food was yummy. I have lived in Austin since ‘89 and I haven’t been to this place. I liked the seafood gumbo. And the banjo player.  

Later they played at the Carousel lounge.

Fine-Fifteen

Then I wrecked.. This is right after I landed on my chin. The street was pretty hard. :/

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