Today I stumbled on two examples of photographic manipulation. One in the post-processing with Photoshop and the other by setting up scenes that did not actually occur.
Blitzporn
Man, there’s a lot of porn on the internet. And it’s not just the meat-and-potatoes, slap-ass, money-shot-in-your-face kind of porn we all grew up with. It is some sick shit! Well, I know that “sick” is all a matter of degrees, but I’m just saying that it appears that most porn ads that bombard this blog (about 30 a day) are of the more extreme sort than I’m accustomed to.
If you have already been offended by the language in this post, don’t go any further. It’s going to get a little worse.
The Shame of Intel
I just arrived back in San Jose after a long Memorial Day weekend near Nashville with my family. One planned event for the trip home was the replacement of my parents’ PC purchased from Dell in 1998. That Pentium II was hopelessly out-of-date and a severe bottleneck even for web browsing. My Dad wanted my “expert help” in selecting a replacement, so we decided to shop retail on Thursday. The results of that research saddened me.
Coin Age Distribution
Because I had nothing to do on Sunday but babysit my sourdough starter, I decided to do an analysis that has always interested me: finding the distribution of ages among a random sample of coins.
Express Cameras Bait-and-Switch
A couple of weeks ago I got my press credentials renewed for the 2006 series of Miller Lite Fight Night at the tank. I wanted to buy a flash for the event that was recommended to me by friends and seemed like the right price. I typed in ‘buy 550ex’ (the model number) in Google and ended up in a scam a second time. I guess I didn’t learn the first lesson completely…
2006 Oscars
Nicole and I have already started the back and forth analysis of this year’s Oscars and I wanted to share a few of my thoughts on the ceremony. They sucked. Actually, I guess I just wanted to share that one thought. Seriously, though, they sucked.
First Boxing Photography Gig
It’s been over a week since my first foray into the world of boxing photography and I’ve had this article stubbed-out since the morning after. Now that some time has passed I wanted to contribute a few thoughts on that great night.
Fight Night
For nearly half a year now I’ve been trying to put my expensive photographic equipment to some sort of semi-professional use. It took dozens of phone calls and half as many e-mails to make this thing happen. And as I sit here in my cube at work with my stomach rolling over on itself, I’m wondering exactly how deep the water I just dove into is.
Don’t Like the War?
One of the great things about travelling in Europe was that I was protected from the intellectually corrosive effect of the twenty-four hour news networks. The geographical distance protected me some as CNN seemed to be the only one that regularly made its cross-Atlantic presence felt. But my own attitude provided the less permeable sort of support as I simply ignored the news. But as I’ve settled back into the rut of my mechanical morning pre-work preparations, I’ve been exposed to a dose of the networks’ bullshit. Not a brain-swelling, fatality-inducing sort of dose, but one that is deleterious to my health, nonetheless.
CatWatch ’05
My residential complex has got more cats than Siegfried and Roy’s house. For some reason all of these cats’ respective owners decided to flee the Bay in early July and leave their precious pets in the hands of their more sedentary neighbors. But with only a couple generous souls behind for cat doodie duty, the weight of many cats’ lives was placed upon my shoulders. (And at nine lives per cat, that adds up.) It was with this frenzy of vacationing that my first big summer event began: CatWatch ’05!