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Got contact sheets for the two B&W rolls I shot in Rome and Florence, and got to see side by side what a difference 3200 B&W makes with a yellow filter vs. 400 B&W. I shot the 400 primarily in Rome and when we went into the Colosseum; they look OK but I would've been happier had I NOT lost the other roll of 3200 I bought (only to be found three days after we returned in my sister's backpack, of all places). By contrast (ha ha), the 3200 was shot in Florence and were largely shots of the loggia at Piazza della Signoria, the Boboli gardens and il Duomo, with a few random shots of Florence thrown in. The grain and contrast on some of the images impressed me so much that I almost don't feel like an incompetent photographer. Almost.
The other day Becki and I discovered to our utter astonishment and despair that Rhythm & Spice had closed down. Where the hell am I going to get my atomic jerk chicken wings? Where art thou, cricketer's rum punch? Stewed chicken and fried plantains? In the words of a more eloquent soul, god fucking dammit. Anyone who knows a good caribbean substitute in the Boston area, please let me know.
After a single phone call, the VP of engineering at Enterprise Media Networks is chomping at the bit to fly me out to San Diego for interviews. "But I'll be out there in July." "That's too far off." I'm afraid my bluff of dropping everything in Boston and moving to San Diego is about to be called. Not that I wouldn't move out there, mind you, but simply packing up and going within a month was really just an idle threat.
I hate to say it, but something I saw in an airport gift shop has really changed my outlook vis a vis jobs, future life, et cetera. I was in an LAX terminal a few weeks ago, waiting for my flight home, perusing magazines and such, when I saw a little placard of a quote purportedly spoken by Marilyn Monroe. It said "Ever notice that 'what the hell' is always the right decision?"
I started thinking back about all my great and favorite memories and choices and noticed that a significant majority of them did indeed start with "what the hell". And I also remembered my almost overpowering tendency to deliberate such choices half to death. A few months ago I came to my own realization that reasoned consideration of key choices is crucial, but if such time passes that I find myself rehashing the old arguments for and against, I've deliberated enough and I must choose one way or the other. And nowadays, when I find decisions for and against to be virtually equal, I look for which decision has that "what the hell" quality. When it's almost the same to go one way or the other, I tend to look for Robert Frost's road less traveled. Maybe this is what Monroe (or whomever said it) meant.
As immature and simplistic as this may sound, I love pithy quotes. More specifically, I love the fact that good wisdom can be summed up in an easily-remembered bit of prose. Some of my pop-science fantasist peers might call it a "meme". Whatever your fancy, I find them incredibly handy for reminding oneself of key concepts on the run. This one that I read in an overpriced airport gift shop, is one of those that will hang with me for a while.
The other day Becki and I discovered to our utter astonishment and despair that Rhythm & Spice had closed down. Where the hell am I going to get my atomic jerk chicken wings? Where art thou, cricketer's rum punch? Stewed chicken and fried plantains? In the words of a more eloquent soul, god fucking dammit. Anyone who knows a good caribbean substitute in the Boston area, please let me know.
After a single phone call, the VP of engineering at Enterprise Media Networks is chomping at the bit to fly me out to San Diego for interviews. "But I'll be out there in July." "That's too far off." I'm afraid my bluff of dropping everything in Boston and moving to San Diego is about to be called. Not that I wouldn't move out there, mind you, but simply packing up and going within a month was really just an idle threat.
I hate to say it, but something I saw in an airport gift shop has really changed my outlook vis a vis jobs, future life, et cetera. I was in an LAX terminal a few weeks ago, waiting for my flight home, perusing magazines and such, when I saw a little placard of a quote purportedly spoken by Marilyn Monroe. It said "Ever notice that 'what the hell' is always the right decision?"
I started thinking back about all my great and favorite memories and choices and noticed that a significant majority of them did indeed start with "what the hell". And I also remembered my almost overpowering tendency to deliberate such choices half to death. A few months ago I came to my own realization that reasoned consideration of key choices is crucial, but if such time passes that I find myself rehashing the old arguments for and against, I've deliberated enough and I must choose one way or the other. And nowadays, when I find decisions for and against to be virtually equal, I look for which decision has that "what the hell" quality. When it's almost the same to go one way or the other, I tend to look for Robert Frost's road less traveled. Maybe this is what Monroe (or whomever said it) meant.
As immature and simplistic as this may sound, I love pithy quotes. More specifically, I love the fact that good wisdom can be summed up in an easily-remembered bit of prose. Some of my pop-science fantasist peers might call it a "meme". Whatever your fancy, I find them incredibly handy for reminding oneself of key concepts on the run. This one that I read in an overpriced airport gift shop, is one of those that will hang with me for a while.