Me: Lunch break. Heat index: 95.
The sweet, potent urban fragrance of trash dumpster, urine, and hobo permeate the humid air. I trudge along the Lean, Mean Grilling Machine that is 14th Street, the heat only punctuated briefly by the inviting whiff of AC from the occasional open storefront door.
Looking up, I feel that this particular business will suffice for a brief respite, as I enter Joe's Premium Cupcakery, Haberdashery, and Shoe Repair. "Can I help you?" prods the salesman. I pretend that I'm on my phone. Slinking away to an uninhabited corner, I ask myself, when is it that we become animals? Is it when the pursuit of personal comfort overtakes our sense of decency? Is it when I started knawing on the salesman's shins?
Abandon all hope ye who wish for their undergarments to remain unsoaked. For it is summer in DC, and we hath surely sinned. Surely it's no coincidence that the visage of the salesman was eerily reminiscent of Dante, the poet who described the 2nd level of Hell that we currently inhabit? Alas, it is nigh 1pm, and I must retreat to the purgatory of my office. If air conditioning is a sin, then I shall delay my repentance indefinitely, or at least until September.
Times are tough for everyone, especially those in industries facing rapid technological changes. What does it feel like to know that your job's days are numbered? Let's find out!
Me: Time-Traveling Bounty Hunter
An industry shaking, Skynet-made creation
Unemployment's quite the humbling situation
My industry's demise
Shown in glowing red eyes
O cyborg, yes, you've caused my termination.
Me: Factory Floor Manager, Germany, 1945
You: Allied Advance
In constant fear of daily bombing missions
Our defense succeeding I am strongly wishin'
Wherever will I go
When the only thing I know
Is how to build these Panzer tank transmissions?
Me: Encyclopedia Salesman, 1995
You: Efficient Digital Storage
Going door-to-door, I'm getting the impression
An emerging tech, digital compression
Fits all this history
On one single CD
It's putting me in a severe depression.
Here are some photos I finally got around to taking of some eggs that my dad made. It is an example of Pysanky Ukranian art, which is the decoration of real eggs (usually chicken). Basically, the lightest color is added first via die, then the area to remain that color is covered with wax via a special pen, then the next color is added, and so on. Then the wax is melted off with a candle.
The black, red, and blue one has a story - I had never had an egg of my own. They were always all around my parent's house, but I had moved out of home a couple years back and didn't have one. Then, one Father's Day, I visited dad and we went out to dinner. Afterwards, we went back to his home and watched Caddyshack and had a beer or two. Upon my way out, he said to wait, he had something for me. It was an egg, in a small box with a stand. He had made one just for me. I said thanks and left. That was the last time I saw him alive. He was killed in an auto accident one week later.
That is officially what I'll grab first in case of fire (that and maybe the cats). The other two I got from mom after he died.
(click for larger image)
In a slight departure from my photographic ways, I have recently expanded my Photoshop knowledge to creating digital art from scratch. Thanks to the recent aquisition of a Wacom tablet (thanks to the gf), I have learned so much more about Photoshop than what I needed to process photos. I have also aquired Illustrator, and will be trying out Corel Painter 11 soon. Two of my first creations (click on the image for a larger picture):
I am about to start with digital 'painting' in addition to the above more vector-oriented art. Let me know what you think!
G is for Gamespot, the hotbed of Awesome upon which I tread. :)
A is for Arguments I tend to dread due to the widespread bloodshed. :(
M is for Moderation, again I pled, what is it that I said? :cry:
E is for Epic YLYL, I lost when I read an image you embed. :lol:
S is for Star Crystal, a retread which really needs to be dead. :|
P is for Political threads, *smacks forehead*, your assumptions are so misled. :x
O is for Off Topic, go right ahead - post another religious thread. :roll:
T is for the Time I spend, when I should be working instead. 8)
I just started taking pictures again after a long break, and it was great! The only bad part was that I shot my very last roll of a discontinued film, Kodak HIE. It is an infrared film that results in beautiful, surreal images. This film, which records infrared wavelengths instead of visible light, was discontinued last year due to declining demand.
Fortunately, I am getting a Nikon D200 infrared-modified so that I can easily take infrared photos with a digital SLR instead of using film. This should be fun, however, I am still very sad about a departed dear friend, Kodak HIE.