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Expose Right is an interesting discussion of the proper way to expose (or under-expose) an image in a digital camera.

I was pointed to the page from this other interesting discussion of the benefits of shooting RAW instead of JPEG. I knew I should be shooting RAW, but it’s such a hassle. Maybe I just need to get past that.

There’s way too much to learn. Maybe a class or something.

You are No(w)here is a series of kaleidoscopic animations. Each animation marks a unique aspect of Dublin that forms part of a familiar journey. This piece originated as a collaborative project - that aimed to investigate the diverse experiences gathered on a routine journey, travelled at the same time everyday - from home to work.

Kind of a neat idea.

#87. If the thought of something makes me giggle for longer than 15 seconds, I am to assume that I am not allowed to do it

That plus 212 other very funny things Skippy is No Longer Allowed to Do in the U.S. Army.

No, sir. I don’t get it. I don’t get it at all. And yet the end seemed oddly appropriate.

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Since I get most of my news from the Internet, I never saw Dean’s speech in Iowa. I sure read about it though, and all the talk had me thinking the guy totally melted down.

Now that I’ve seen it though, I’m not sure I see what all the fuss was about. It looks like a typical rallying, rah rah don’t be discouraged speech to me. This is from the crowds POV which they seem to stress provides a different prospective from what the TV cameras picked up. Also, it looks like it gets cut off a little short. Maybe the guy goes crazy after this. I don’t know.

You know, This Video (Quicktime 9 MB) of the Peanuts Gang lip synching the Outcast song “Hey Yeah” is the best thing that has happened to me in the entire month of January.

Whether that says more about the video or this crappy month is left as an exercise for the reader.

I think there’s something wrong with my brain. I just went to quit an application, and the print menu came up. I cancelled, and tried to quit again — this time taking the time to make sure I hit the right menu command. The print menu came up again.

I started wondering if there was some weird bug in the program that had things crossed up. I tried again, and this time, I finally saw that I was hitting print instead of quit. See, in Mac OS 9, the Quit command is always at the bottom of the file menu. In OS X, the quit command gets moved over to the application menu, and the bottom of the file menu is variable (in this case it was print).

I know muscle memory is a powerful thing, and I move in and out of 9 or X depending on whether I’m on a home or work machine, but man. I read it. I read it slowly and carefully. Very, very slowly and carefully. That menu command said quit, not print. My brain is broken.

Topleftpixel looks like another must bookmark photoblog. I need to get much better at shooting, and I need to find more sites like this one. If you know of any, please drop me a comment.

Now that is truly disturbing. (Quicktime - Herve Villechaize singing “Why Do People Fight”)

I could have sworn that I’d already blogged the Arcata Eye Police Log. It wasn’t in the category I expected though, and it was easier to go back to the original source than try to find it on my site. Figured I’d put it here since I’m not sure if I’ll remember where to find it again next time.

Here’s an example of the kinds of things you’ll find there:

Thursday, November 20 12:54 a.m. He pounded on the apartment door while she screamed, but it wasn’t the standard courtship ritual it seemed. They were shooting a scene from a movie. Police asked that the production notify them in advance next time they visit cinematic verisimilitude on affordable housing this time of night.

–snip–

10:53 a.m. A man in black (but with white shoes) reclined in the street on Spear Avenue, then got up and moved around some.

12:43 p.m. Increasingly desperate for dope, food, a motel room or whatever ya got, the 14th Streetcorner hippie sapiens adopted a more robust approach to mining the indulgence of passing motorists. Not only did they mount a determined effort to waggle their ratty cardboard sign, the streetcorner sitabouts forfeited hard-won cannabis lethargy to verbally aggress passersby.

2:36 p.m. A father showed up at school to pick up children, but was shown a court order disallowing him doing so. With that, he ripped up the papers and made a fuss in the office.

3:13 p.m. A dumpster roamed into the intersection of Myrtle Court and Shirley Boulevard. It was persuaded to retreat to the sidewalk.

–snip–

7:44 p.m.
A woman in trench coat of pink,
Made more than a bit of a stink
By yelling at diners
With no taste for whiners
Who’d get more results from a shrink.

11:14 p.m. A man who took a whiz off his 12th Street balcony didn’t give sufficient thought to the destination of his pee, which turned out to be a neighbor’s car. The urine-coated car’s owner called police, and the rainman apologized.