Tonight It's PBS
I will have the new apartment on Sunday the 8th, one week from
the Sunday coming. I suspect it's time to pack. Maybe I won't be able
to write entries over the weekend, busy as I shall be, but don't count
on it. I'm practiced at procrastination.
Work is picking up and I hope to finish the interview for the
webmaster job at the beginning of next week.
Waiting on the possibility of a new job, waiting to move, waiting for a
new manager in my current position can be deadly to getting anything done
other than inventing ways to do nothing at all until it blows over. I assume
there are mythical beings out there who are energized by moving and changing
jobs and managers, but I've not met any or at least any I've been able to
recognize so I could view them up close and see how they tick. I wouldn't
recognize the signs anyway, recognizing people with different realities is
difficult. Everybody has the friend who's married the same son of a bitch/bitch
over and over again, teaching the lesson that when your expectations
about people are set in cement, you can't really compute the signals
coming from people who are arranged differently. If all men are scoundrels, a
man who isn't a scoundrel will act and communicate in ways that make
no sense at all so you'll think him crazy and pass on by.
I still haven't sent the family pictures to my aunt in Seattle, but I'll
pack them up and send them Monday. I had half of one roll full of double
exposures, the first set of exposures having been done perhaps as much as
six months ago on color print film and then, for some reason, rewound and
put aside. It went unmarked back into the refrigerator only to be
scooped up when I put together the film for my trip. I remember one
roll having a longer leader than usual and wondered at the time, but the
idea that I'd rewound a roll and then forgot about it didn't even occur.
How do you do that?
The first set of exposures were done as an experiment in my apartment
of one of the little inflatable
alien creatures you can buy most anywhere from drug stores to street
vendors. I might have hoped the juxtaposition of a weird blue alien with
big eyes on top of some of my family members might have turned out at
least one kinda cool off the wall shot, but no, nothing.
Just a bunch of pictures that never made it to print. Hi, ho. I've been
doing this pretty consistently recently and I'm going to chalk it up to
jaw operations, moving, work, the moon, and stupidity, which seems to
float about in my air these days. I've talked of things to change this
condition, particularly with the photography, and I'm going to do them,
by golly, but after I pack.
The shot of Ola's son at a Dim Sum restaurant when a bunch of us
went to lunch last week isn't bad. Shot on Kodak TMY, an ISO 400 film
with a decent grain structure. The photograph was taken using available
light and I'd like to compare the results with others using TMX, an ISO
100 film as well as the old Kodak standard Tri-X (ISO 400). I used Tri-X
exclusively many years ago (that's all they had then) and I always liked the
results, but TMY has a much finer grain structure than the older film
and the TMX is remarkably better. Finer grain isn't necessarily an
advantage. There are times when grain adds a lot to a photograph,
particularly when you want to capture some nice down home Dr. Caligari
moments for your scrapbook. Photographs like the one above work well
with finer grain. Photographs of strange people on dark street
corners often work better with lots of grain. Similarly, shots of
political events, hospital interiors and serial killers behind bars,
turn out better as well. By the way, that's not in bars, but
It's Thursday night and I have the PBS station playing their mystery
series behind me, Emma Peel presenting the introductions. Normally I
turn it off, since I really can't listen and write at the same time
as it's more complicated than walking and chewing gum. The program
playing is silly, but I'm liking it so I think I'll wind it up here
and retire. Last night it was a shot of whiskey to finish the evening,
tonight its PBS.