Shanghai Dumpling King

Jordan Road, Kowloon, Hong Kong

Hand Seng Tigers

A night of reckless drunk bicycling ... NOT

la Dolce Vita 97

Best Bartender Ever -- the one and only lovely Lady Theresa
PS: can someone tell Theresa to pass me a correct email address so I can email her the pictures?  Thanks.

After half a dozen of Stellas from the lovely lady Theresa, we decided to hit the road drunk driving bicycling ...

The Butcher

Haiphong Road Temporary Market, Hong Kong

Breakfast at Tak Fat

Breakfast at Tak Fat, Haiphong Road Temporary Market, Hong Kong

Keeping Hong Kong Clean

Haiphong Road Temporary Market, Hong Kong

Gwyneth Paltrow

Not afraid to show off her immaculately shaved armpit.  Canton Road, Hong Kong.

Wish You Were Here

16th floor on Chung King Mansions.

Hong Kong

3/23 - 4/5

School

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Swim

Slave Journal

Guest post by Harry Lai

   South

   When I was little, I was separated from my family and brought to the South.  I worked there for many years.  There was a lot of conflicts between me and my master, but I could do nothing to make them understand how cruel slavery was.
   Today, I was beaten 15 times, the highest amount in a day of my miserable life.  1/3 of these beatings were for no reason.  I decided that I was going to escape.
   One stormy night, I wrapped the bread I had saved for my journey in a piece of cloth.  I climbed on a chair and crawled out the window on and landed like a cat onto the ground.  I looked up at the sky.  Other slaves told me that the North Star, the brightest star in the sky led North, and when you were north, you were free.  I ran toward the North Star.  I stopped, thinking if the rumor was true.  But there was no time to think.  If the overseer saw me out of my cabin, I'd be beaten bloody.  So I ran and ran.  I soon grew tired and slept under a bush, hoping it would conceal my body fully.

追揸沽 (To Seek, Hold and Let Go)

This dead tree publication is a compilation of various online posts from the same name Chinese (Cantonese) blog by famed blogger Charcoal who is a self-proclaimed nihilist with the good look of Daniel Wu. Charcoal, when not blogging, runs a small business in Jordan, arguably the biggest cesspool in Hong Kong. Of course, the above can all be prefaced with the word "alleged," as I can neither verify nor debunk those claims except "famed blogger" which is my own assessment that I believe most people share. Charcoal has been pretty successful not to reveal his identity. Most if not all bloggers do not know his real world identity, myself included. But that's not important. What's important is his blog identity, that is, what and how he writes. Why he blogs is the least interesting part. He did say he uses blogging to alleviate tension from work. Or whatever. It boils down to because the guy can and do it much better than most people. About seven months ago, Sina did a similar compilation from Sina's own bloggers and gave the book a title "Why We Blog?" or "Why Weblog?" Anyway, I never bother to check it out, as I am least interested in why when it comes to writings. I am much interested in what people write and even more importantly how people write. Or I am simply turned off by the title. What Charcoal writes Charcoal knows. He writes about his work, his team of staff past or present, his life, his musings on things happened around him. In short, everyday stuff that in lesser hands, can and will become extremely pedestrian and boring. I am not sure if he is a nihilist, but from his posts, I can sense he is an humanitarian. All his characters, real or imagined are ordinary people. Ordinary as in people can be found in nightclubs, in small offices, on the streets, the mentally challenged, unprivileged and underprivileged in the urban jungle that is known as Hong Kong. Charcoal, through his writings, give ordinary people a voice, a character in an otherwise mundane if not totally cruel and meaningless life. Charcoal reveals and praises humanity in his most ordinary characters. Some of his more distinguished blog posts are actually novellas written yet in another voice, like a Beer Girl or an Office Assistant. Charcoal is a blogger-cum-novelist. Personally I think how is more important than what one writes. Charcoal, like I said earlier, writes everyday life. But he always manages to find an angle, a voice, an opinion, a connection that he can make his own and makes things interesting. Now that is what I call talent or past hard work manifested as talent. As to the dead tree publication, the comments are gone, so commenters don't expect to find your witty comments on the book. Like I said, the book is a compilation of blog posts from the past, so you can find all the contents online except for the book preface. The preface is typical Charcoal, well written, self deprecating, gives credits to people and fellow bloggers who have either inspired or helped him along the way. And finally he gracefully apologizes to Charlie Cho Cha-Lei for appropriating his picture as his online avatar and praises Mr. Cho's contribution to the Hong Kong cinema. "To Seek, Hold and Let Go", like Charcoal's online avatar Cho is decidedly lowbrow in the best sense of the word, very assessable and enjoyable. If you are to read between the lines or bytes, you can definitely appreciate the humanity and dignity of his characters that are shared among human kinds in an otherwise meaningless and sometimes cruel existence. "To Seek, Hold and Let Go" is the most important publication of this summer because I say so. Bottom line: You don't have to get the book if you are already an avid reader of his blog. But then again, if you read his blog regularly and religiously you would like to get a hardcopy so you can read it anytime and anywhere online or offline. If you have been living under a rock or don't believe in blogging (I am truly surprised you are reading this then) you owe yourself to get copy of this exemplary Cantonese writing at its very best. Disclosure: Yours truly got a signed copy with an accompanying note waiting for me when I checked in my hotel in the mildly dangerous and pleasantly decadent Jordan neighborhood, the same can be said about Mr. Charcoal's blog, mildly dangerous and pleasantly decadent. 7/25/2007

The whole post with proper hyperlink is right here.

Spam Telling Me I am Old

Poor Scam

This is just sub par and lazy.  Try harder next time.

We Still Have Lin

We still have Lin.

Star Spangled Banner

Socks and Sandals

scanned from the Sunday New York Times print edition on February 5, 2012

I think everybody is doing it now.  And there is really nothing wrong with it.  Come to think of it, it's probably good podiatric hygiene.  God know where Chanel or rather Lagerfeld got the inspiration for this socks and sandals combo from (though you certainly can see the movie and the stills from this campaign somewhere here), but if I were to trace the origin of this trend, I would definitely attribute this to our sisters back in China.  They were doing it long before it is considered fashionable, more like fashion fubar.  Finally, at long last, fashion comes their way.

Nikon D800 Announcement?

This is a copy and paste from Nikonrumors.

Dear NPS Members,

Nikon cordially requests the honour of your presence at the “Nikon Product Announcement Party”, the details are shown as follow [red added by me]:

Venue: The Diamond Ballroom Level 3,
The Ritz-Carlton, Hong Kong, International Commerce Centre,
1 Austin Road West, Kowloon, Hong Kong.

Date: 7th February 2012 (Tuesday)
Time: 15:15 – 16:00 Reception
16:00 – 16:45 Product Presentation

*Refreshments*
We look forward to your participation.
Nikon Hong Kong Limited.
NPS Section
R.S.V.P.: by reply E-mail
*The product presentation will be conducted in Cantonese only.

親愛的專業攝影師會員：

尼康香港有限公司誠意邀請　各會員出席「Nikon相機發佈會」，詳情如下：

地點： 香港九龍柯士甸道西一號環球貿易廣場

香港麗思卡爾頓酒店三樓

耀鑽宴會廳

日期： 2012年2月7日(星期二)

時間： 15:15 – 16:00 接待來賓

16:00 – 16:45 產品介紹

*茶點招待*

我們期盼你的出席

尼康香港有限公司

尼康專業攝影服務

敬請電郵示覆

*產品介紹將以廣東話進行

Read more on NikonRumors.com: http://nikonrumors.com/2012/02/02/nikon-event-in-hong-kong-on-february-7th.aspx/#ixzz1lKh5KaH8

I guess I have become a Nikon grammar police, irrespective of how unqualified I am.  But here it goes.

I always think it is "as follows," period.

Wow, Nikon really gets it.

*The product presentation will be conducted in Cantonese only.

I guess it can be in English and Mandarin as well, so long it's not in Putonghua.

Popsicle Bridge

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Popsicle Bridge

It's harder than I thought.  But not too bad.

Hello Diary

Clean Is Not Enough

"When you leave New York, you are astonished at how clean the rest of the world is. Clean is not enough." --Fran Lebowitz, Metropolitan Life/Social Studies

More underground subway activities, like pee between cars, enjoyed by New Yorkers.

Drop-Down

There is a place and a time for drop-down.  But it's just not every single field and every single time in every single form, a drop-down for some list of twenty items?  It's overused, it's cumbersome, it's brainwashing.  People don't even bother try entering the value if it's not on the drop-down.  Crazy.

Nikon USA

Nikonusa is no better than Nikon-Europe.  They simply don't care what appears on their websites, at all.

For better explanations of the above, see here and here.

5 Av-Bryant Park

牯嶺街少年殺人事件 A Brighter Summer Day

***** SPOILER ALERT ******

There are movies I just go and see--because they kind of fit my schedule.  And there are movies I say I want to see but never did--because they kind of not fit my schedule. And then there is A Brighter Summer Day, an unapologetically, interminably, and spectacularly boring fine piece of film making. It takes certain courage, commitment, patience and plenty of luck and not to mention a whopping or meager $17 to see A Brighter Summer Day on the big screen.  The length of the movie can be and is a turnoff.  Who has that much of time to spare anyway except maybe mindlessly surfing the web and online gaming?  And even if you are committed to spend 237 minutes, not 2 hours and 37 minutes like Google would have you believed, of your life to see it, there hasn't really been a good copy available for the longest time.  It's an unicorn of a movie, an alluring film that has grown even more elusive for the past twenty years since its 1991 debut, anywhere but here in America.  Everything changed when Martin Scorsese and company restored the film and had it released here in Lincoln Center for a very limited theatrical one week engagement: 2PM and 7PM from November 25.  I guess if you missed it this time you missed it for good.  Or you may have to wait another twenty years to see it on big screen again.  Hey, you never know, but you can always count on YouTube, Google Video or other dark alleys and corners of the Internet for some version of it. The Chinese title <<牯嶺街少年殺人事件>> reads like a news headline, the name of an article in a news magazine or even the name of a police report; it means "Bullock Ridge Street Teenager Murder Incident"--thanks Google Translate!  Indeed, the film is loosely based on or rather inspired by the first teenage murder happened in Taiwan in the 60s after the National government fled there in 1949.  Director Yang and the juvenile murderer went to the same school.  The murder was a sensation and left an indelible mark on the director's psyche.  The film is an artistic reconstruction of the events leading up to the climatic killing which is as tragic as it is inevitable.  Chang Chen, in his cinematic debut, plays the eponymous character, though most of the times he is affectionately referred to as Xiao S'ir  小四 (little fourth, as in his birth order); who is like most other teenagers from the Chinese diaspora, hangs out with gangs, gets into fights, skips classes, enjoys ambiguous romance--in his case with Ming (Lisa Yang) or affectionately Xiao Ming--you add "Xiao" to make everything endearing, a passive aggressive inadvertent femme fatale, and given the opportunities or being pushed over the edge, he is capable to kill and did indeed kill.  The Changs are originally from Shanghai, which explains everything, doesn't it?  The handsome father (Zhang Guozhu, is the father of the two sons on and off screen) resembles someone from the old Shanghai intelligentsia who has enough pride and stubbornness that can give him more than a lifetime of constipation, and prevents him from being happy, and makes him feel forever out of place no matter how long he has lived in Taiwan and away from Shanghai.  Though to be fair, his unhappiness and feeling of alienation are not totally unfounded--he was taken away one night and interrogated by the secret police for days.  The fact that Xiao S'ir fails to get into a day middle school only gives him more the reason to feel miserable.  The father tried in vain to save Xiao S'ir from the evening middle school first by trying to talk the school bureaucrat to review his son's exam papers, which the bureaucrat would have none of it; then by going through some back door through his fellow Shanghainese old friend in high or higher place.  And as fate would have it or in real life, things only get worse without getting any better.  The English title "A Brighter Summer Day" is more of a yearning than a declarative statement.  The irony is, in addition to being a mis-transcription of one of the lines of Elvis's singing of Are You Lonesome Tonight, most scenes are shot almost pitch black with minimum lighting--there is nothing bright or summery to the movie. There is little let alone fancy camera movements (there is however one day scene where Xiao S'ir and Xiao Ming are shown merely and briefly as shadows on a white door talking, alluding to their fragile transient youthful existence or even demise) nor are there any special sound effects.  The very first thing I notice, after years of movie consumption, the film feels still and disturbingly quiet, there is no sound effect to remind me it's time to feel sad, empathetic or exciting.  Besides the constant gloom, the film is peppered with the director's own brand of humors.  I don't know how on earth one of the film's villains or actually a protagonist is called Honey, in actual English no less, and it's not even a she or meant to be a joke.  And then we have Little Cat (I guess so called for his love of Elvis who is nicknamed as Cat King in the Chinese speaking societies), Little Tiger, Triangular Pantie (the song used to taunt him is such a riot), and Crazy so on and so forth.  Or why the parents, in distress, curse and talk dirty in Cantonese.  Like any good comedy, though this one is obviously not, it's actually a tragedy in disguise.  In the final tragic scenes, Xiao S'ir was seen carrying and clumsily tucking a Japanese little sword into his waist band and it fell right through his pants.  The scene is at once innocent, sad, funny and ominous.  It just doesn't auger well what's going to happen.  In the movie's typical wide shot, the audience watches helplessly in horror as the tragedy unfolds while the passers-by or in a sense the whole world blissfully ignores what is going on, purposely or not .  As if to reaffirm what Xiao Ming says moments ago, "The world does not change because of you."  Lisa Yang never again appears in any movie after Chang Chen killed her character on screen.  I don't blame her.  It would be impossible for her to star in another movie that is as good and as long as A Brighter Summer Day.  Ask Chang Chen.  If you refuse to be entertained and long for something dark and gloomy, A Brighter Summer Day is your ticket to this spectacularly boring cinematic experience.

Bag Of Bones

I bought Bag of Bones from a library sale for one dollar many moons ago and the bag of bones has been on the shelf ever since.  Finally I feel like there is simply no better way to end the year 2011 than reading Bag of Bones, a horror story by the one and only King.

The hardcover is more than five hundred pages long and about two inches thick.  It feels substantial and overwhelming.

Mike Noonan, a recently widowed second tier romance/suspense writer had a four-year writer's block and finally decided to set out to his vacation home hoping to unclog the block or at least to relax.  He got more than he bargained for.  He uncovered deep rooted town secret from many generations back, met some unsavory characters, human and otherwise and even linked his wife's untimely death back to their vacation home Sara Laughs.  The plot twists and characters are interesting, far fetched and have enough going on to keep the story forward and in the end everything is logical and explained, that is, if you were to accept the premise (I am fairly disappointed the plastic owls don't play a more important role than led up to be).  Of course, it's more than just a ghost story, it's about love, justice and peace too.  King proves to be king.  The book may seem daunting but it's an easy read.

Mission Impossible: Ghost Protocol

Tom Cruise runs, swims, drives, jumps and kicks ass.  The end.  In between, the glue that binds those actions together that makes it a movie isn't all that interesting.  Personally, the much hyped Cruise doing his own stunt jumping off the tallest building seems more exciting on YouTube than it is in the movie.  Perhaps, I don't know, maybe the storytelling doesn't make it all that exciting.  Director Bird seems to be very fond of the first MI (1996), he even brings back the long hair dude who leads Ethan Hunt (Tom Cruise) to see Max.  For a second, I thought I am going to see Max (Vanessa Redgrave) again.  Alas, that didn't happen.  Then of course, we have the party scene in India which is much inferior than a similar scene in the first MI embassy scene.  The tribute doesn't stop there, Bird has Jeremy Renner jumps down some chute and floats by magnetic force a la Tom Cruise in the vault stealing the NOC list.  And finally when Bird doesn't know what to do he brings back Ving Rhames to close out the movie, what's missing of course, is the ridiculously catchy and out of nowhere Dreams by The Cranberries.  I always find it odd to have Dreams played in the end of MI.  But then so is the way Cruise runs, upright, chest protruding, looking all serious, urgent and oddly amusing.

Fincher's The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo

The Karen O trailer gives the edge the book deserves but sorely missing in the American movie.  Fincher slogs through the material with a James Bond like opening sequence which is going to challenge the deep black in all LCD television sets across the nation when the blu-Ray, DVD and VOD come out some time later.  After the James Bondish, part MTV, part WTF opening sequence, things kind of go downhill.  There is really nothing to write home about, the intense coffee drinking scenes are missing and how I miss them.  The movie is by and large a faithful adaptation of the original novel so much so that I think if I haven't read the book I sure won't be able to follow the plot.  The movie is kind of sexist, something the book criticizes and despises.  Lisbeth Salander (Rooney Mara) is seen giving it all for the movie here while Mikael Blomkvist (Daniel Craig) stingily flashes only his butt crack in his man-whore like speedo underwear.  Where is the equality in on-screen nudity?  In terms of brutality, I am not impressed.  And Fincher certainly doesn't give the audience something new or good:  the same old tired obligatory shower scene after the rape.  Oh my goodness.  Spare me already.  Rooney Mara gives a credible performance and she looks the part.  But that's about it, her character is just as interesting as her changing hair styles along the movie, which is somewhat interesting but not interesting enough to propel the plot forward and save the movie from being mundane and tedious.

SPOILER ALERT:
Despite the fact that it's a SONY movie, Apple is still featured faithfully* and prominently in the movie.  VAIO and NEX play minor supporting roles only.  EPSON,surprisingly, has a minor supporting role as well.  *Blomkvist is supposed to use an iBook in the book, cheap journalist ...

And he is not even a comedian

攝影﹕劉永銳

Swim

Are You Lonesome Tonight

The eldest sister and older brother (or the second in the brood (老二), which in Mandarin, at least in Taiwan, can mean the penis) are flummoxed when trying to transcribe the lyrics of Elvis' "Are You Lonesome Tonight." Is it "Does your memory stray to a bright summer day" or " ... brighter summer day." To the sister and perhaps many others, Elvis sure sounds like singing the latter. The brother asks if it's even grammatically correct. The official lyrics is the former and so is Norah Jones' recent rendition. Yang's film title "A Brighter Summer Day" not only reflects the director's wry sense of humor on words misunderstood but also epitomizes the yearning of the Changs family, and by extension the Chinese diaspora in Taiwan, for not only a bright but a "brighter" future.

Things with a hole in the middle bring headaches

Wisdom: (Those) without scrotums are all very troublesome.

When Dad needs to say something mildly subversive, inappropriate or simply bad, he says it in Cantonese.  This is the first heart-to-heart conversation between father and son.  He switches to Cantonese when he utters the above.  His son Chang Chen on screen (and in real life) has no idea what's saying.  When asked what it means, the Dad's response is so typical (of Chinese?): you'll know when you grew up.  The film is mostly in Mandarin, with some Taiwanese and little Shanghainese thrown in.  There are three instances, which I really don't know why, the dialogues are in Cantonese, the above being the first one, then one appears off-screen between the parents, and one when Dad goes ballistic on his wife in bed, not sexually though.

Whip Cream

Once Upon A Time

Drive

***********              SPOILER ALERT (does it really matter?)                        ************

Whatever An Education Carey Mulligen got doesn't prepare her for the existential jam she got herself into:  a working waitress and a mother of a young son whose father was in prison and almost immediately got killed after release.  Her white knight, the omni present Ryan Gosling, in shining white nylon jacket adorned with an oversize scorpion in the back (or in very form fitting Levi's trucker jacket or both) and neatly combed blonde hair whose only match is Mulligen's own coiffed bangs, despite being oddly affectionate and at the same time deeply repressed and sexless, good looking and handy turns out to be a dangerous sociopath who is too skilled to drive like a normal human being but too stupid to almost get himself killed.  Drive is an unapologetic and unequivocal film noir, that is, the sole purpose of its characters existence is to ooze coolness and violence in abundance.  To that end, Drive has achieved some level of success.  Is the movie oozed with coolness?  Yes.  Is the movie violent?  You bet.  Is the violence in ample supply?  Err ....  Personally I think it could add a scene or two or three more.  Nevertheless, the violence is well choreographed, it's quick, extreme but without the gore, which is kind of satisfying but leave me desired for more, which is not necessarily a bad thing. Drive is not about the drive, actually it got sued for not enough driving.  Drive is about a man who one day finds his life worth living because he finds someone worth dying for.

Ring Around The Rosie

10個彪形大漢在機場築起人鏈保護陳嘉桓，不讓記者埋身。（攝影：鍾偉茵）from mingpaonews.com

I didn't know you can play Ring Around The Rosie in the airport.

Just because they aren't midgets doesn't automatically make them "彪形大漢."

OWS

More from the NYTIMES.

Nikon D7000 Firmware 1.03

From Nikon rumors I learned that Nikon is rolling out a new firmware for the most beloved D7000.  Anyway I don't think I experienced any of the stuff it's supposed to fix.

However I do experience what I believe is a quirk of the system.  At aperture priority, ISO 100, ISO auto, flash on.  I was shooting about 5 feet from the subject.  However the system had the audacity to pick ISO 4000.  The picture was "acceptable" but unnecessarily grainy.  With the flash up I see no reason the system has to up the ISO to 4000, I think that's absolutely crazy.

UPDATE 11/11/11:
The update was painless.  It doesn't fix anything I wanted to fix (auto ISO flash and skin tones) nor does it break anything so far.

Passport Photos

You have to pay $9.99 plus tax if you were to go to CVS to have your passport picture taken and printed.  Even if you have your own image and just use their Kodak kiosk to print the picture the price is the same, $9.99.  I was in disbelief because a regular print is like 32 cents.  So to use that very special Kodak ID picture software to crop a 2 x 2 inch image and to use the green bars to make sure your face comes out to be at least 1 inch but no more than 1 3/8 inches long you have to pay $9.99.  And the nice guy manning the counter reminded me the picture has to be taken by a qualified professional from an establishment, meaning himself in a CVS.  I appreciated the misinformation and thanked him for looking after my interest.  I took my SD card and went home.  I had passport pictures of somebody else taken by them and they didn't seem anywhere near professional, the nice guy took the picture with a point and shoot which I am sure is adequate for that purpose but the picture looked out of focus and fuzzy.

So I decided to do it myself.

I have some understanding with dpi and GIMP, though not any where near proficient.  Here is the tutorial I found to be most useful Making Your Own Passport Photos.  The tutorial is self explanatory.  If I can do it so can you.  I have sheets of Epson photopaper, a camera, a printer so it was all good.  I test ran one on a regular sheet of paper and because I round downed too much, the image appeared less than 2 x 2.  The second trial came out just right, exactly 2 x 2 with a face only a mother can love in exactly no less than 1 inch but no more than 1 3/8 inches long.  I saved myself $9.99 and felt liberated from the tyranny of WTF CVS passport photos.

Update 11/25/11
Got my new passport in the mail. The passport picture is as ugly if not uglier than myself in real life but apparently the State Department has no problem accepting it.

Steve Jobs

I was somewhat intimidated by the thickness of the book and spooked by Jobs' infamous death stare and enigmatic Mona Lisa-like smile.  The cover portrait, by Albert Watson who is kind of blind and bears an uncanny resemblance to his subject, was taken using an analog large format camera of which Jobs was duly impressed.  I took the dust cover off before started reading.

The authorized biography by the renowned Walter Isaacson clocks in more than 600 pages with never seen before obligatory pictures of Jobs and families in the middle and notes in the end.  I thought it would take me some time to finish it but no, it only took me more than a week even though I had been extremely busy between eating my meals and using the bathrooms.

The book chronicles Jobs' personal and professional life, warts and all, through and through with vivid recollections from Jobs himself as well as from others and often time interspersed with Isaacson's own take on the events.  The Book of Jobs certainly confirms Jobs as an enigmatic dichotomy.  He couldn't code like Gates, not a brilliant engineer like Wozniak, but what he lacked he more than made up for with his intuition, his belief in himself being special and his relentless drive demanded from himself and others for perfection.  And of course being exceptionally intelligent helped too.  Isaacson is even handed and sometimes even goes overboard to expose Jobs' dark side or quirks.  He insinuates that Jobs was too busy to flush toilets in addition to his more well-known infractions: Job soaked his feet in the toilet bowl to unwind, cheated Wozniak, abandoned his own child, had no qualms took others' ideas as his and totally lacked social grace.  Despite or perhaps even because of all his faults, it makes Jobs even more fascinating or human--apparently Jobs reality distortion field is at work here, death or alive.  In the end, Isaacson sheds his biographer role and let Jobs have the last words, which are intelligent and thoughtful as always but also uncharacteristically graceful: summing up who he is, what he wants to do and what drives him, all directly from the horse's mouth.   The book is compelling and easy to read, because number one Jobs was a compelling person on so many levels, with spectacular successes and failures, and you will have to make an effort if you were to try to make him less compelling and number two Isaacson's chronological recounting of events is easy to follow and not get in the way of the flow of the story.  It's not easy to sum up anybody's life in a book especially one as fascinating as Jobs' but I believe Isaacson's "Steve Jobs" has done it.

Handball In The Snow

pdn PhotoPlus Expo 2011 - Miscellaneous

Leica, so expensive only retired LIRR pensioners on disabilities can afford them.

Lady has been on Expo since time immemorable.  Video rig for Nikon DSLR.

Pulitzer Prize winning wildlife photographer ...

Is spelling out the word professional so hard?  Stingy film give-away.

Real camera, man.  Real camera.

Rockwell's archenemy ...

Big man on a smaller venue.  Vincent Laforet, he's still presenting the same old slide show he does every year since 1900.  They just seem a bit staled, albeit good.

Watch out, BMW is onto the photography business.  Or is it Mercedes-Benz?  Oh no, it's another clever ripoff design from my fellow country men.  If BMW and Mercedez have an illegitimate son, that's going to be TRIOPO, it's tripod except misspelled on purpose.  I want a TRIOPO.

It's not camera shake, it's 3D Handycam.  Look something's popping out.  3D glasses mandatory.

pdn PhotoPlus Expo

The Canon 1DX naked.  It feels light in the hand

Basically it's a machine gun.

Imaginary conversations follow ...

"I don't know much about this ... I just had an hour training on this but it shit I mean shoot like a machine gun.  It's just freaking awesome."

"Does it focus?"

"You mean does it focus right?  Correct?  I don't have a clue but it has like 100 focus points so yes.  Anyway, it shoots like a machine gun so it's just awesome."

On another more serious, disturbing and disappointing note:  Nikon has no new flagship products on display.  And alarmingly some of the products I tried on were iffy.  I tried the million dollar Nikkor 35mm 1.4 with nano coating and the shit just didn't autofocus on a D700.  OKAY, the guy thought it might be the camera.  Then mounted it on a D7000.  Still no good.  Then tried on another smallish DSLR, then the thingy came alive.  This just confirmed what I read online.  Good thing I never bought the million dollar 35mm f1.4 with that special nano coating.  So the lens or the camera or some combination thereof was kind of iffy.  (Some say it's just bad contacts, well if I pay $2000 on a lens and $2000 on a body I want them to just work and not to have to get out an eraser to clean the contacts.)

pdn PhotoPlus Expo

I don't go out much and when I take pictures outside I just do it on my own.  I don't know it has become a trend that people use lens hood and like to have them pulled back or actually mounted in reverse.  I think that looks pretty odd.

Make sure the lens hood doesn't cover the front when shooting ... so what's the point of using a lens hood?  I just don't get it.

Smallish lens hood

Biggest lens hood

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Nikon always has the best models each and every year.

The Nikon 1 camera seems pretty nifty and speedy in operations.  I was shooting with the Fuji x100, I had some unrealistic expectation of that thingy.  And it turned out not what I thought.  I am old school and I thought the camera doesn't have the right mass for its size to inspire confidence, I'm sure it's easy on the hands and shoulders.  The write speed is just atrocious.  Everything seems slow.  But I do like the view finder.  And Nikon 1 seems pretty smart or I am just not so informed and aware of current technology, the viewfinder just comes to life when I put my eye and look through it so I think that's pretty darn smart.  I always enjoy a good viewfinder.

1 in vomit pink

V1 in black and with flash

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On my way to the expo on 34th street.  My favorite subject.  Basically anything that's inanimate, banal and mundane.

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Honestly, I don't know what it's called anymore.  You have photoplus, expo, pdn.  It's all very confusing.  I think it just failed in terms of branding.

Instant photo taken using a Fuji camera and scanned by my Epson Perfection V500 Photo scanner using iScan software on a Linux AMD 64 bit machine running Ubuntu 11.10.  Fuji seems to be pretty generous this year.  I asked the man behind the film counter to make sure they don't give out samples as I saw no free sample sign at all but he did give out 3 120 Reala 100 to me.  So a big Thank You to the guy.  On the other hand Big Yellow got kind of stingy: one roll only, which I think is very understandable and reasonable but that doesn't mean that I like it.  The Big Yellow guy manning the free sample counter was like cool and detached.  Well you are a marketing person.  The second one seemed somewhat better.  I got my Ektar 100 both in 35mm and 120 formats--I was a return customer, went there twice just to get two rolls of film, I know I'm just pathetic.

Fiona Apple

Criminal
Across The Universe

Draft Mode in Blogger and Mobile Web

For those who still use blogger as their blogging platform, and like their blog mobile enabled all you need to do is to pay somebody to create a lousy app.  Or not.  Just enable the draft mode in blogger.  That is it.  Or if you are like Apple who pretty much pioneered and championed mobile browsing by inventing the iPhone but still insist on the full web site experience then suit yourself.  The end.

Bill Cunningham New York

Cunningham, an octogenarian, must be flattered that people are still interested in his sex life or at least want to know if he is gay or not.  As it turns out he is married to his work and is never romantically involved with anybody.  So I guess the answer is even he himself can't be sure if he is or isn't homosexual.  Sometimes I wonder why someone's sexual orientation weighs so much on one's life.  But it sort of always does especially if one is not heterosexual, it's like your whole life is defined by your sexual orientation, well I digressed.  There are a couple of things that surprise me.  The number one being, not the homosexual question, but about his religion.  Cunningham is Catholic and goes to church every Sunday and when asked about his religion he seems badly shaken and on the verge of a meltdown and for a few seconds he just keeps his head down and can't utter a word, which is unusual given his usual cheerful predisposition, at least on the documentary though the few times I saw him in real life he seemed seriously detached, not unfriendly but not warm or anything probably he needed to stay focused when he's at work which I am sure he was as he is at work twenty four by seven.  The second surprise is how jocular Anna Wintour is when talking about Bill Cunningham.  She is chatty and warm and doesn't hide behind her sunglasses.  I think Cunningham certainly suffers for his art though he says he enjoys it, his work ethics is next to none: he won't even allow himself to eat or drink a glass of water in those high society parties he covers as that would be inappropriate.  When nowadays people, like the Sartorialist, causally brag about pageviews, CPM and quarter million dollars ad revenue, Bill is decidedly humble and frugal and vows to never sell out.  As he says if you don't get paid they can't make you do things. Or something.

PS:  I think Cunningham shoots with some FE or FE2.  But the latest is, judging from a post/picture I saw from the Sartorialist, he might be shooting a Nikon D7000 with a manual lens attached.  Good luck with the focusing, CHILD.

Times Square Micky and Minnie