Wednesday, February 12, 2014
The Mysterious World of Syncing i Devices
I don't bother syncing anything. I don't understand it and I don't do it until I think I absolutely need to do it. Anything I know about syncing is I thought I know but actually don't.
I thought I could create an empty folder on my PC and sync to my iPhone pictures so as to delete them in one shot. No can do. According to somebody, sync has nothing to do with Camera Roll. So that's news to me. So to erase all my pictures on my iPhone Camera Roll, I just do it via Windows erase after import.
I can never understand syncing.
I thought I could create an empty folder on my PC and sync to my iPhone pictures so as to delete them in one shot. No can do. According to somebody, sync has nothing to do with Camera Roll. So that's news to me. So to erase all my pictures on my iPhone Camera Roll, I just do it via Windows erase after import.
I can never understand syncing.
On Photography ... part 0
Just kidding.
I don't know what people's digital workflows are but I know mine is painstaking, painful and rewarding. The rewarding part is bull, I feel like to write it in.
I have illusions of grandeur and I'd like to think my files would enjoy some later use, like for Magnum, AP, Reuters, National Geographic so on and so forth. So for stuff I think that are important which is like everything, I tend to shoot in NEF which is the equivalent of I don't know what I am doing so I will shoot with the biggest, baddest and most salvageable format in case I need to squeeze the last bit of data from the file. The "in case" part have never materialized and if history is any indication, it most likely will never happen.
... to be continued (or not)
I don't know what people's digital workflows are but I know mine is painstaking, painful and rewarding. The rewarding part is bull, I feel like to write it in.
I have illusions of grandeur and I'd like to think my files would enjoy some later use, like for Magnum, AP, Reuters, National Geographic so on and so forth. So for stuff I think that are important which is like everything, I tend to shoot in NEF which is the equivalent of I don't know what I am doing so I will shoot with the biggest, baddest and most salvageable format in case I need to squeeze the last bit of data from the file. The "in case" part have never materialized and if history is any indication, it most likely will never happen.
... to be continued (or not)
Friday, February 07, 2014
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Tuesday, December 03, 2013
Monday, December 02, 2013
Friday, November 29, 2013
Thanksgiving 2013
Roasted garlic for mashed potato.
350F for 2.5 hours. Temperate reaches 165F in both thigh and breast. Not bad.
Time to eat.
Fancy cake.
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Electronic Mails Intercepted
Names are redacted to protect the innocent and not so innocent.
痴撚綫
aaa 提到：
I only had bbb in mind. He really thought he was British.
Sent from my
On Nov 27, 2013, at 7:11 PM, ccc wrote:
On Nov 27, 2013 6:27 PM, aaa wrote:
China is not at war with anyone right now, so any talk of 愛国 or not is BS. But if China is at war, u should keep quiet. There are many crazy people out there. U can keep yr views to yourself.
Sent from my
On Nov 27, 2013, at 5:59 PM, bbb wrote:
sometimes I would rather there's small scale confrontation between China and Japan/US in those islands, I am almost sure that there's 70-80% communist will fuck up, then they will know who will teach "who" a lession.
But I am also sure that communist will always have their own way interpret the outcome, even they fuck up, they will propaganda that they have "won"
> Date: Wed, 27 Nov 2013 17:46:56 +0800
> From: aa
> To:
> Subject: Chinese nationalism
>
>
> Many people absolutely believe that China has effective control of the islands. What a lack of common sense? Or can we blame them? First, they are nationalistic. Second, if you watch the Chinese news, namely the CCTV, then everything is so rosy. There are technological breakthroughs everywhere. Sure, China has been growing by leaps and bounds. There are breakthroughs on so many frontiers. But when it comes to military prowess, the States still has the edge. Then if you pay more attention to the Chinese press bulletins. At the height of the confrontation two months ago, they only said their patrolling in the surrounding waters would be in a 常态 from now on. OK, from this phrase alone, you can get the picture. To begin with, how close did the Chinese ships get to the islands? What do you mean by 常态? How often do you get there? Certainly, I don't think they are there too often. If they do, the Japanese would be raising hell all the time. After all, the Japanese have been talking of the China threat for a while. Last but not least, if this is going to be '常态 from now on', that means the '常态' in the past was that: there were no Chinese boats there whatsoever.
> The Chinese communists were not lying deliberately. But the way the news is presented, coupled with the indoctrination of the people from an early age, do mislead people. Many people in China are very war-like. They think China is strong. It is time to teach 小日本 a lesson. These guys have never lived through wars. As neighbours, China and Japan got learn to live with one another.
>
痴撚綫
aaa 提到：
I only had bbb in mind. He really thought he was British.
Sent from my
On Nov 27, 2013, at 7:11 PM, ccc wrote:
On Nov 27, 2013 6:27 PM, aaa wrote:
China is not at war with anyone right now, so any talk of 愛国 or not is BS. But if China is at war, u should keep quiet. There are many crazy people out there. U can keep yr views to yourself.
Sent from my
On Nov 27, 2013, at 5:59 PM, bbb wrote:
sometimes I would rather there's small scale confrontation between China and Japan/US in those islands, I am almost sure that there's 70-80% communist will fuck up, then they will know who will teach "who" a lession.
But I am also sure that communist will always have their own way interpret the outcome, even they fuck up, they will propaganda that they have "won"
ccc wrote
除了有美国这个大佬之外，形势十足十甲午战争前一样，中国很自信，以为日本只是一个不入流的亚洲小国。
日本面积和人口虽比中国小和少，经济、创造力和综合国力却一点儿都不小，在世上强国之林里是数一数二的。仅仅日本一国，中国都可能打不过。如果美日同盟一起打中国的话，中国必然死定。
小日本这个称号，其实是一个misnomer，误了国人，令国人一厢情愿，自我感觉良好，其祸无穷。但愿中国人民解放军不是甲午战争时的清兵那个模样就谢天谢地了。
bbb> Date: Wed, 27 Nov 2013 17:46:56 +0800
> From: aa
> To:
> Subject: Chinese nationalism
>
>
> Many people absolutely believe that China has effective control of the islands. What a lack of common sense? Or can we blame them? First, they are nationalistic. Second, if you watch the Chinese news, namely the CCTV, then everything is so rosy. There are technological breakthroughs everywhere. Sure, China has been growing by leaps and bounds. There are breakthroughs on so many frontiers. But when it comes to military prowess, the States still has the edge. Then if you pay more attention to the Chinese press bulletins. At the height of the confrontation two months ago, they only said their patrolling in the surrounding waters would be in a 常态 from now on. OK, from this phrase alone, you can get the picture. To begin with, how close did the Chinese ships get to the islands? What do you mean by 常态? How often do you get there? Certainly, I don't think they are there too often. If they do, the Japanese would be raising hell all the time. After all, the Japanese have been talking of the China threat for a while. Last but not least, if this is going to be '常态 from now on', that means the '常态' in the past was that: there were no Chinese boats there whatsoever.
> The Chinese communists were not lying deliberately. But the way the news is presented, coupled with the indoctrination of the people from an early age, do mislead people. Many people in China are very war-like. They think China is strong. It is time to teach 小日本 a lesson. These guys have never lived through wars. As neighbours, China and Japan got learn to live with one another.
>
Saturday, October 26, 2013
Friday, October 25, 2013
Thursday, October 24, 2013
FUJIFILM
Top was taken with a X-E1, printed out from a Frontier-S DX 100
Middle was from a instax
Bottom was shot by Sam's Graflex KS-98B using Fuji Instant B/W 4x3, exact model I don't know and don't bother to look up.
PS: I must praise Epson and Ubuntu. I don't know what I am doing but the Epson XP-400 and Ubuntu 12.04 just work, I click click click and bam, I scanned the prints wirelessly, painlessly and effortlessly onto my Ubuntu. How easy is that?
Some JPEGs from some Nikkor 58mm f/1.4
These are some bad pictures taken with the good good Nikkor 58mm f/1.4 Now you can see why they don't let people like me shoot their lenses. Oh well. Don't ask me the settings.
Shooting Sony a7R in Haiti
I guess if you shoot what he shoots then it's perfect. Image looks good and it shoots pretty well too. I like a larger real optical view finder but I guess I can't have it. I don't remember but I think most of his shots are done on some Carl Zeiss 55mm.
UPDATE:
Some JPEGs from Sony a7R
Saturday, October 05, 2013
The Grandmaster
The Grandmaster is Hong Kong based director Wong Kar-wai's latest film in years. This US release is 108-minute short, compared to the 130-minute premiered in China and the 123-minute played in the Berlin film festival. This release has added on-screen explanatory texts, voice-overs and chronological story editing to help the stupid and attention deficit American audience understand the film. It's hard to ignore the back story of the movie: Tony Leung broke every bone preparing and pretending to fight, Wong spent fifty years researching the movie, twenty years shooting haphazardly, ten contemplating and flip-flopping between a singular or a plural English title, and yet another ten on cutting, pasting and rearranging footage into something that resembles a film. Of course, in the process, miles of footage were left on the cutting room floor, egos were bruised. The back story takes on a life itself and completely overshadows the actual movie.
When the flag drops the bull shit stops.
The Grandmaster is a distillation of Wong's lyrical style of film making, beautifully and unapologetically rendered from cinematography, wardrobe, sound, music to of course the beautiful actors. Kung-fu saves Yip Man, the title character, literally and spiritually, carries him through tumultuous times. The film is peppered with pithy aphorisms. Yip says kung-fu is just two words: horizontal and vertical, in the end, the one lies horizontal loses, the vertical one standing wins and he is the right one. This is simplistic to a fault and almost offensive to boil down kung fu to street fighting level. Or not? Given the chance to be a collaborator during the Sino-Japanese war, he chooses to endure hardships rather than joining the Japanese. Yip is pragmatic that if he fights he wants and needs to win. He later flees Futshan to Hong Kong. Not exactly heroic but sure pragmatic. Yip was born to a very well-to-do family, he thinks it's only fair for him, in his forties, to experience hardship and starvation like most everybody else during wartime. His twin daughters are later starved to death. The Grandmaster is about kung-fu as much as Casablanca is about WWII. Kung-fu is an integral part but there is more: Wong's perennial theme of unrequited and unconsummated love. Yip is a married man when he first meets Gong Er, played by Zhang Ziyi, the daughter of a kung-fu master from the North. Gong Er is a master in her own right and her relationship with Yip is really love at first fight. Gong tries to avenge the honor of her family by fighting Yip. The fight, set indoor, more like a mating dance, is at once mesmerizing and borderline cheesy. Wong Kar-wai just couldn't help himself having his slo-mo and close-up shots of the fine boned Zhang. (Who could anyway? Ang Lee couldn't either.) Yip and Gong don't meet again until years later in Hong Kong but only to say fair well. In between bad things happen to good people. Gong Er's father is killed by his lead disciple Ma San and to avenge his death, Gong Er vows never get married or having any disciples in front of the Buddha (if she succeeds avenging the death of her father). Be careful what you wish for. Gong Er kills Ma though not without seriously getting hurt, which later leads to her opium addiction and ultimate demise. At some point, Gong Er's house servant urges her to abandon her vow to Buddha as she is in Hong Kong, leading a brand new life in a brand new world, nobody knows any vow, implicitly suggesting her to be with Yip. Gong, always strong willed, refuses because "heaven knows, earth knows." She lives and dies by her own code of honor. The tea house farewell between her and Yip is achingly beautiful and Zhang gives a knockout performance quietly but equally powerful like any kick she delivers, right to the heart of the audience. Yip lives the life of kung-fu, the last man standing, vertical.
If style is the substance, is there no style over substance? In this day and age, anything goes nothing matters, people pee, poop in public, disregard etiquette, manner even humanity among each other, it is refreshing and heartening to see a film that takes its style seriously and be reminded that once upon a time there are Chinese people who live honorable lives.
When the flag drops the bull shit stops.
The Grandmaster is a distillation of Wong's lyrical style of film making, beautifully and unapologetically rendered from cinematography, wardrobe, sound, music to of course the beautiful actors. Kung-fu saves Yip Man, the title character, literally and spiritually, carries him through tumultuous times. The film is peppered with pithy aphorisms. Yip says kung-fu is just two words: horizontal and vertical, in the end, the one lies horizontal loses, the vertical one standing wins and he is the right one. This is simplistic to a fault and almost offensive to boil down kung fu to street fighting level. Or not? Given the chance to be a collaborator during the Sino-Japanese war, he chooses to endure hardships rather than joining the Japanese. Yip is pragmatic that if he fights he wants and needs to win. He later flees Futshan to Hong Kong. Not exactly heroic but sure pragmatic. Yip was born to a very well-to-do family, he thinks it's only fair for him, in his forties, to experience hardship and starvation like most everybody else during wartime. His twin daughters are later starved to death. The Grandmaster is about kung-fu as much as Casablanca is about WWII. Kung-fu is an integral part but there is more: Wong's perennial theme of unrequited and unconsummated love. Yip is a married man when he first meets Gong Er, played by Zhang Ziyi, the daughter of a kung-fu master from the North. Gong Er is a master in her own right and her relationship with Yip is really love at first fight. Gong tries to avenge the honor of her family by fighting Yip. The fight, set indoor, more like a mating dance, is at once mesmerizing and borderline cheesy. Wong Kar-wai just couldn't help himself having his slo-mo and close-up shots of the fine boned Zhang. (Who could anyway? Ang Lee couldn't either.) Yip and Gong don't meet again until years later in Hong Kong but only to say fair well. In between bad things happen to good people. Gong Er's father is killed by his lead disciple Ma San and to avenge his death, Gong Er vows never get married or having any disciples in front of the Buddha (if she succeeds avenging the death of her father). Be careful what you wish for. Gong Er kills Ma though not without seriously getting hurt, which later leads to her opium addiction and ultimate demise. At some point, Gong Er's house servant urges her to abandon her vow to Buddha as she is in Hong Kong, leading a brand new life in a brand new world, nobody knows any vow, implicitly suggesting her to be with Yip. Gong, always strong willed, refuses because "heaven knows, earth knows." She lives and dies by her own code of honor. The tea house farewell between her and Yip is achingly beautiful and Zhang gives a knockout performance quietly but equally powerful like any kick she delivers, right to the heart of the audience. Yip lives the life of kung-fu, the last man standing, vertical.
If style is the substance, is there no style over substance? In this day and age, anything goes nothing matters, people pee, poop in public, disregard etiquette, manner even humanity among each other, it is refreshing and heartening to see a film that takes its style seriously and be reminded that once upon a time there are Chinese people who live honorable lives.
Monday, September 23, 2013
Bicycling
I was the original hipster. I rode a fixed gear, with freewheeling, the only kind I knew for the longest time. It wasn't until much later did I realize that there were actually bikes that could change gears and can cost over $100. Surprise!
My father taught me how to ride. I was 8 or 9 years old, in the football field. The only protective gear I wore was a pair of Chelsea boots my mom got from god know where. My father gave me a push and some words wisdom--like brake the back wheel not the front. The next thing I knew I was in a ditch next to the football field. We repeated this a few times until I was able to stay away from the ditch. It was such an accomplishment that I didn't kill myself, bruises and cuts sure. The worst accident shortly after I learned how to ride was I ran into a pregnant woman. She was all right, more worried about me than herself. Why didn't I brake? Perhaps I used the back brake like my Dad had told me? Blame it on Dad. Actually I just read that front braking with the proper technique is the way to go but I always thought braking front would throw one off over the handle bar.
I remember I rode to primary school. My friends (cool hipsters as well and like me totally oblivious they were hipsters) and I would just do some crazy stunts nonchalantly before school, during recess and after school, like dropping down a slope and coming back up sideways, hopefully; or tried to knock each other down using the back wheel or simply ran at each other. Back then wearing a helmet bicycling was unheard of and probably a laughable idea. After school and before dinner I would ride to pick up my sisters from the main roadway when they came back from work and ferried them home in the backseat, one at a time. When I was waiting for their buses, I would just do some "fish tailing"--braking the rear wheel while turning. I enjoyed that.
Fast forward to middle school. The original hipsters still rode their bikes on and off. My parents had promised me a new bike when I got to middle school. I think they tried to talk me out of it, monetary or otherwise, but in the end they relented. I rode my bike to school like so many other kids. I don't think we did stunts any more not regularly like we were in primary school anyway.
At post secondary school, I moved out only returned home in the weekends. Me and my flatmates would ride for fun. I don't quite remember how we got our bikes. Back then bikes were just bikes: utilitarian and proletarian or I didn't know better. Nowadays bikes are works of art and objects of desire that can cost a small fortune. They were just regular bikes but I remember I rode it down some concrete stoop with three or four steps as if it was a small BMX. And one time I rode it when the brakes were not working. I think I deliberately crashed it in the underground pedestrian tunnel going down slope and making a turn. The wheel was all banged up. I had to push the bike back home.
My affair with the bike effectively ended when I moved to New York. Bicycling is an acquired and non perishable skill. Maybe I will start biking again, minus the crazy stunts.
My father taught me how to ride. I was 8 or 9 years old, in the football field. The only protective gear I wore was a pair of Chelsea boots my mom got from god know where. My father gave me a push and some words wisdom--like brake the back wheel not the front. The next thing I knew I was in a ditch next to the football field. We repeated this a few times until I was able to stay away from the ditch. It was such an accomplishment that I didn't kill myself, bruises and cuts sure. The worst accident shortly after I learned how to ride was I ran into a pregnant woman. She was all right, more worried about me than herself. Why didn't I brake? Perhaps I used the back brake like my Dad had told me? Blame it on Dad. Actually I just read that front braking with the proper technique is the way to go but I always thought braking front would throw one off over the handle bar.
I remember I rode to primary school. My friends (cool hipsters as well and like me totally oblivious they were hipsters) and I would just do some crazy stunts nonchalantly before school, during recess and after school, like dropping down a slope and coming back up sideways, hopefully; or tried to knock each other down using the back wheel or simply ran at each other. Back then wearing a helmet bicycling was unheard of and probably a laughable idea. After school and before dinner I would ride to pick up my sisters from the main roadway when they came back from work and ferried them home in the backseat, one at a time. When I was waiting for their buses, I would just do some "fish tailing"--braking the rear wheel while turning. I enjoyed that.
Fast forward to middle school. The original hipsters still rode their bikes on and off. My parents had promised me a new bike when I got to middle school. I think they tried to talk me out of it, monetary or otherwise, but in the end they relented. I rode my bike to school like so many other kids. I don't think we did stunts any more not regularly like we were in primary school anyway.
At post secondary school, I moved out only returned home in the weekends. Me and my flatmates would ride for fun. I don't quite remember how we got our bikes. Back then bikes were just bikes: utilitarian and proletarian or I didn't know better. Nowadays bikes are works of art and objects of desire that can cost a small fortune. They were just regular bikes but I remember I rode it down some concrete stoop with three or four steps as if it was a small BMX. And one time I rode it when the brakes were not working. I think I deliberately crashed it in the underground pedestrian tunnel going down slope and making a turn. The wheel was all banged up. I had to push the bike back home.
My affair with the bike effectively ended when I moved to New York. Bicycling is an acquired and non perishable skill. Maybe I will start biking again, minus the crazy stunts.
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