Posted by Jason
on August 31, 2003
“Let me tell you the most beautiful story I know.
A man was given a dog, which he loved very much.
The dog went with him everywhere,
but the man could not teach it to do anything useful.
The dog would not fetch or point,
it would not race or protect or stand watch.
Instead the dog sat near him and regarded him,
always with the same inscrutable expression.
‘That’s not a dog, it’s a wolf,’ said the man’s wife.
‘He alone is faithful to me,’ said the man,
and his wife never discussed it with him again.
One day the man took his dog with him into his private airplane
and as they flew over high winter mountains,
the engines failed
and the airplane was torn to shreds among the trees.
The man lay bleeding,
his belly torn open by blades of sheared metal,
steam rising from his organs in the cold air,
but all he could think of was his faithful dog.
Was he alive? Was he hurt?
Imagine his relief when the dog came padding up
and regarded him with that same steady gaze.
After an hour the dog nosed the man’s gaping abdomen,
then began pulling out intestines and speel and liver and knawing on them,
all the while studying the man’s face.
‘Thank God,’ said the man.
‘At least one of us will not starve.’ ”
orson scott card, children of the mind
Posted by Jason
on August 31, 2003
went out for a drive today. 580 east. 5 south. 152 west. 101 north. took my digital and russian cameras. above is one of the digital shots along 580.
Posted by Jason
on August 31, 2003
installed nagios on my server. finally!
Posted by Jason
on August 29, 2003
i was looking through cameras for sale and came across the image above. what a beautiful camera! one of these days…
Posted by Jason
on August 27, 2003
saw phantom of the opera tonight with friends. i got a good parking spot a block from the orpheum theatre, which made for a quick get-away.
Posted by Jason
on August 24, 2003
“mama taught me how to wash rice clean. she didnt tell me how to clean the lint of love.”
cibo matto, “lint of love”
Posted by Jason
on August 20, 2003
i just found the best quote about photography:
“there are always two people in every picture: the photographer and the viewer.”
– ansel adams
Posted by Jason
on August 20, 2003
woke up. turned off the alarm. showered. thought about my week so far. shaved. thought about what’s going on tonight. picked out some clothes. the realized it’s three o’clock in the morning. :-(
Posted by Jason
on August 19, 2003
this morning i came into work a little late because i finished up xenocide. i couldn’t put it down so close to the end.
i didn’t remember what i was doing tonight until i came to work. oh ya, the photography club meeting. we’ll see how that is. then an after-work bbq tomorrow. next tuesday is my one year anniversary here at work. then wednesday i’m seeing phantom of the opera. the following tuesday is a team off-site at city beach in fremont.
Posted by Jason
on August 18, 2003
darkroom work tonight. did 16×20 prints. it’s tiring. and now they own my living room.
Posted by Jason
on August 18, 2003
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Posted by Jason
on August 18, 2003
“anyways, the universe now seems to be constant in time while it’s expanding in space. but if you wanted to, you could just as easily see it as a constant size but changing in time. the speed of light is slowing down so that it takes longer to get from one place to another, only we can’t tell that it’s slowing down because everything else slows down exactly relative to the speed of light.. you see? it’s all a matter of perspective.”
Posted by Jason
on August 17, 2003
this weekend was sorta blah. i did take a little field trip to the san jose mission in fremont for shooting some film. went to a picnic on saturday. i suspect another blah week coming up. i should spend time on printing.
above is a self portrait; me and my kiev.
Posted by Jason
on August 14, 2003
“not much is known
of early days of chess beyond a fairly vague report
that fifteen hundred years ago two princes fought,
though brothers, for a hindu throne.
their mother cried
for no one really likes their offspring fighting to the death
she begged them stop the slaughter with her every breath
but sure enough one brother died
sad beyond belief
she told her winning son
i can’t forgive this evil thing you’ve done.”
he tried to explain
how things had really been
but he tried in vain
no words of his would satisfy the queen.
and so he asked the wisest men he knew
the way to lessen her distress
they told him he’d be pretty certain to impress
by using model soldiers on
a chequered board to show it was his brother’s fault
they thus invented chess.”
yesterday on my way to shoreline park, i was thinking about what i like about red filters. not only what it does for the image, but looking through it. seeing the world through a deep red filter forces me ot think in black and white. it takes away all the color of what i see. and photography itself. this morning on my way into work i thought about photography. looking through the lens of my camera, everything else just seems to fade away. color. things around me. sound. maybe that’s what draws me to photography– the stillness, the quietness of an image. how the world is completely frozen in time with all the vision and none of the noise. i wonder if deaf people appreciate or relate to photography more easily. in any case, i like it. may i always be able to enjoy and share special times and places of this beautiful world– one thousandth of a second at a time.
Posted by Jason
on August 13, 2003
“i never use a capital G for god….not religious in that fashion. I’ve taken to using a capital U for Universe.”
— jose, another photographer friend of mine
Posted by Jason
on August 13, 2003
i hate it when you’re in a chat and you’re ignored in the conversation, then when you say you’re thinkin about taking off, the guy you want to chat with says bye!!! to you in the chat.
Posted by Jason
on August 13, 2003
“let me tell you about gods,” said wiggin. “no matter how smart or strong you are, there’s always somebody smarter or stronger, and when you run into somebody who’s stronger and smarter than anybody, you think, this is a god. this is perfection. but i can promise you that there’s somebody else somewhere else who’ll make your god look like a maggot by comparison. and somebody smarter or stronger or better in some way. so let me tell you what i think about gods. i think a real god is not going to be so scared or angry that he tries to keep other people down. … a real god doesn’t care about control. a real god already has control of everything that needs controlling. real gods would want to teach you how to be just like them.”
Posted by Jason
on August 13, 2003
yesterday i learned two things. first, filters are marked with an exposure factor so you know how to adjust your camera with the filter on (after metering off-camera). second.. when it’s bright out, i should be using slower film (like asa 100) since i have to adjust 3 f-stops for red. i shot two rolls last night. tonight i’ll develop them and see how they turned out.
ok, that can’t be right. dark filter, slower film. while i was shaving i was thinking this through. since i wrote down the settings for every shot, i can go back and rethink what i did. time for my 6-7-8.
Posted by Jason
on August 11, 2003
i’ve decided that 6×6 rules my world.
Posted by Jason
on August 11, 2003
“you’re only a program. you were designed and built by human beings. you do nothing except what you’ve been programmed to do.”
“qing-jao,” said jane, “you are describing yourself. no man made me, but you were manufactured.”
– xenocide by orson scott card
