iPhoto’s Lame-Oh Randomizer

   

Shot over 300 images over the Minnesota vacation, then whittled down to 120. The Achilles’ heel of digital photography is that there’s no risk/no expense, which encourages you to shoot five variants of everything, rather than one well-conceived shot. Nobody has any time, so the collections never get edited properly and you end up with mountains of superfluous bits to surf through in the future. With analog, each shot costs (financially, environmentally), so the image is conceived in the mind before being committed to film. Analog images are somehow less disposable.

It’s kind of like the difference between composing at the typewriter vs. the word processor (I wrote most of my college papers with a typewriter, only started using the UCSC mainframe during my senior year). When typing, mistakes are costly. So you roll your eyes, lick your lip, scratch your head, and conceive an entire paragraph mentally before committing to paper. Work from an outline so the pages come out in the right order. With word processing, you enter the process of infinite revision, spray your thoughts all over the page and let god sort ’em out (or do it yourself). Thoughts are more malleable with a word processor.

Anyway. Discovered last night that if you set iPhoto‘s slide show feature to randomize the images in an album, you’ll start seeing the same images over again very quickly.

– Displayed images are not dropped from the random queue
– The algorithm clearly favors some images, skipping others

Above: Miles at 11 months on the shores of Gull Lake, MN. Cousin Roya with famous goofy elastic mug.

Music: Etta James :: A Sunday Kind of Love

American Splendor

Amy and Miles staying on in MN for another week, leaving me rare chance to see movies etc. Went with Chris to American Splendor — the movie interpretation of the underground comic of the same name. Paul Giametti as Harvey Pekar the perfect brilliant sadsack. Movie oscillates b/w dramatic recreation of the comic and conversation with Pekar himself. Layered, just like American Splendor itself was drawn by alternating artists.

As much as the movie deals with depression sans Hollywood, it’s also very funny, and in a peculiar way, delightful. A string of strange, simple poignancies. Pekar looks at self in mirror, mutters “Now there’s a reliable disappointment.” Also loved the scene of his neurotic wife in the bathroom mistaking WD-40 for air freshener (am I alone in thinking that WD-40 smells great?)

Music: Allen Toussaint :: Night People

Airplane Reading

Spiels of Minuteman — Notes by Mike Watt on the early days of The Minutemen, lyrics, essays by Richard Meltzer (Blue Oyster Cult, rock critic), Joe Carducci (who ran SST from ’82 to ’86), Thurston Moore (Sonic Youth). Art by Raymond Pettibone. It’s hard to convey what Watt and the Minutemen mean to me. Some music from one’s formative years seems corny two decades later, other stuff just keeps sinking in deeper. Minutemen, and to a lesser extent, Firehose and other Watt side projects, are under my skin like benevolent chiggers.

fake contest

i'm making my case against a stack of comics
here comes the line...
"i'm loaded with rocket fuel!"

industry, industry we're tools for
the industry -- your clothes in
their laundry bleached of identity

you lie there naked
i lie here naked
both on the pavement why
are we different?

Also: Feeling rusty on philosophy roots from college, brought along Richard Osborne’s Philosophy for Beginners. Very succinct, palatable but dense rerun of any college history of philosophy class. Got through the Greeks and Romans, heading into the Arabs. Brother-in-law Steve pointed out that this book casts contributions of Christianity to philosophy in a fairly negative light. True, it’s fairly harsh on Christianity’s harsh history, but I’m not so sure it’s not just being accurate (Steve getting a PhD at the Talbot School of Theology).

Saturday Morning — the compilation of Saturday morning cartoon music covered by contemp. bands, e.g. Sublime’s cover of “Hong Kong Phooey” and Liz Phair’s version of the banana split’s Tra La La song — is a total disappointing bore and I’m sorry I bought it. Should have known better. Not a single track on the disc is as good as the original.

Music: Face To Face :: I’m Popeye The Sailor Man

Grand View Lodge

Spending the week at Grand View Lodge near Brainerd, Minnesota with extended Kubes family. The classic American resort thing — fishing, golf, tennis, lakeside reading, yoga, meals included… It’s all about the kids — 11 cousins now, Miles the youngest, being showered with kisses and funny faces. By night, Cranium, Mexican train dominoes, political and religious discussions with brother-in-law. Total wind-down time, recharge batteries before students return next week. Absolutely no idea what’s going on in the outside world right now, and don’t much care. Vacation classique.

Biodiversity

In the BeOS days there was a fair bit of argument (no doubt repurposed from Linux turf) analogizing the healthy necessity of biodiversity in nature and platform diversity in the computing world. This line of thought beautifully re-played in Martin Price’s recent piece on Platform Diversity.

Personally, I’m sick of hearing about keeping systems secure from so-called “security experts.” All they ever talk about is patching Windows. You never hear one suggest that it might be a good thing if we weren’t all running the same stupid software. Of course they don’t. The lack of security in Windows is their bread and butter.

Thanks baald.

Music: Robert Wyatt :: Arauco

DNS Blues

When I chose ZoneEdit to handle all the DNS stuff for birdhouse, one of the criteria was that they use widely distributed servers for maximum reliability. When you set up a zone with them, the nameservers assigned are in different states, so if one has a power outage or failure, the other is still there to pick up the slack. The nameservers assigned to birdhouse were in New York and New Jersey. This, of course, became a problem when half the Eastern seaboard went down in yesterday’s power outage. So we had a frustrating service blackout yesterday. I moved birdhouse DNS over to dotster last night, but that change of course needed all night to percolate through the DNS tables.

Interestingly, each domain I’ve set up for customers gets assigned a different pair of nameservers, and most of those pairs had at least one machine stay up. So most of my customer sites kept right on running through the outage, even though they’re on the same machine.

Music: Janis Joplin :: One Good Man

Banana Splits

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For some reason, started thinking about The Banana Splits again recently. I watched a lot of them between ’69 and ’71, age 5-7, and they burned themselves into my wee brain. This was in an era when all the tripping hippies went to work for Hollywood and made mainstream TV psychedelic as well. And they did it before there was much in the way of special effects. Sid and Marty Kroffts was running Liddsville, HR Puff-n-Stuff, Sigmund and the Sea Monsters… all these amazing over-the-top sets and absurd costumes. The Banana Splits weren’t produced by the Kroffts, but they did design the costumes and sets.

Anyway. Recently looking through a family album and came across the picture above — me at age 7 in a leisure suit for lads, on a shag carpet with brother John, building the original Aurora model of the Banana Splits Banana Buggy (color pix of that box here). Like most boys, my models sat around for years, then I blew them up with firecrackers at about 13 or so. Would love to have that buggy back. RetroResin is apparently preparing to re-release it.

Joined the Banana Splits mailing list, and the very next day the guy who was inside the Fleegle costume joined the list as well. Amazing.

If your memory of the Splits is vague, listen to the Tra La La Song — it’ll all come back in a rush. Gotta find some videos or DVDs of the old shows, have a festival at home.

Flippin’ like a pancake
Poppin’ like a cork
Fleegle, Bingo, Drooper and Snork

Music: The Seeds :: 900 Million People Daily All Making Love

Follow-Up: J-School OS X Lab Migration

It’s been more than a year since I posted How Our OS X Rollout Was Hamstrung, on how the absence of a free version of Pro Tools for OS X was preventing the Berkeley J-School’s multimedia lab program from making the jump from OS 9 to X. The issue was that Pro Tools Free wouldn’t run in Classic mode, and we didn’t want our students dual-booting. We’re finally making the switch. And we had to dump Pro Tools to do it. Follow-up story at my ORA blog.

Music: Pere Ubu :: Drive

Wooden Mirror

This is fairly old (1999) but very cool — Daniel Rozin’s Wooden Mirror uses an array of wood chips mounted on tiny servo motors which position themselves to reflect light in something resembling grayscale (woodscale?) in response to a processed image coming in from a tiny camera in the middle of the array. The result is a panel of wood chips that reflects the appearance and motion of the person standing in front of it.

This QuickTime movie is probably the best way to appreciate (catch the second half for close-ups). Can’t recall having seen digital technology used to create such a totally analog experience before. Runs on an old Mac 8600 AV, software written in a combination of C and Macromedia Director, of all things.

Music: Peter Frampton :: Doobie Wah

Winnemucca

Totally therapeutic weekend at Dad’s place in Pioneer — after renting for five years, he finally bought the cabin he lives in. Hadn’t been there since we were snowbound last winter. In bad need of a weekend away, took a 5.5 mile hike to Winnemucca Lake. All reality is equally real, but something about boulders and pines and clear water and warm winds and eternal wildflowers seems so much more real than asphalt and Burger Kings. Can’t explain it. It just does. Miles rode in his new Kelty Base Camp, loved it. Dad greeted us in his Be t-shirt. Melted the weekend away.

Music: Mose Allison :: Your Molecular Structure