The films, they are back!

I’ve been waiting eagerly for these ever since I got the call on Thursday to say they were ready and being posted back to me.

Well, they arrived yesterday and I’ve been scanning a few of the shots already and I’m pretty happy with them.

It was a bit of a camera combo this time

1 roll of 35mm from the (now dead) Supersampler
2 rolls of 35mm from the Olympus Trip 35
1 roll of 120 from the Holga
3 rolls of 120 from the Hasselblad

So, here’s a selection in the same order..

The Lomo Supersampler

The Supersampler has 4 lenses and no viewfinder – it simply takes one shot through each lens over the course of a second or so, making very interesting images.  Sadly, our one has broken and the films get scratched and broken trying to get them out.  These were taken in Melbourne and are relatively unscathed.

The Trip 35 – slide film cross processed like transparency film

Trip 35 – black and white

The Trip 35 ones were a little disappointing – there’s something a bit bland about the way the shots seem to come out and I’m pretty sure it’s not the lab or the scanning.  The cross processed shots have very vivid colours –  lomo-esque, but without the charm of the Holga’s lens distortions or the delicacy of the medium format film. I wonder what these would have been like if I’d got them processed correctly?  Ah well.

The black and whites were very grey on the prints – I think the Trip tends to meter a little on the light side of the middle of a scene, which is okay I guess, but it can leave the pics a bit washed out.  A quick push through photoshop for a little tweak of the curves and levels soon brought a little punch back, although not as much as I’d like.  You live and learn I guess.

The Holga and Hasselblad shots I’ll save for another post.

stars caught moonlighting

I know, its shocking, but we have a civic duty to expose the sneaky shenanigans of these high fliers and public figures.  They swan about making movies one minute and running high tech companies the next, whilst all the time living double lives that will shock you.

Yes, thats right, these trusted folks are conning us all.

Only this week I caught both Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple and actor,  Arnold Vosloo (aka The Mummy),  playing piano and teaching at the Royal Ballet School in England where my daughter attends.

Yes, its true – they both moonlight at the Royal Ballet School.

whodathunkit?

oh, you want proof?  right – take a gander at these pictures taken during my daughter’s recital.

Steve Jobs at Ballet School

Steve Jobs Launching the iPhone

See – so sneaky!

Now – that Arnold Vosloo fellah is no better

Here, at a film premier, looking all handsome and like butter wouldn’t melt

Then, deceitfully presenting certificates and directing classes at the Royal Ballet School

Superstars, you just cant trust them.

Next, my cleaner is Jackie Chan

Red Wine Wednesday

I’m going to start a brand new feature – Wednesday Wine of the Week

This may end up being more than just Wednesdays, given my love for the stuff, but lets pretend I’m not a lush.

The Wednesday wine this week is:


Tempranillo grapes are a the main grape used in Spain for Rioja, so have that deep red, full bodied earthy characteristic that makes Spanish reds so good.  It has none of the sweetness and fruit of a Cab Sav, or the tang of a Shiraz – Temps are awesome wines and this one is pretty good.  It wasn’t cheap (not an every day wine, but given that this is Wednesday, lets pass on that statement) but it’s way better than average – distinctly palatable 🙂

painting

I’ve been a busy bee these last few weeks.  I decided that a year of inactivity on the house was a bit crap so got down to prepping and painting

First, little ‘un’s room, as she was happy to clear up and empty her room without any complaining, unlike big ‘un, who just whined and moaned that it would be too much like hard work and she’d do it later – aka never.

So, little ‘un gets to have her room done.

We went out to choose the paint together – big ‘un decided, once again, that lifting her boney arse off the couch was way too much trouble, so she would have to have the same colours as her sister chose.

The plaster was in a mess, so it needed a lot of patching first, but soon we were underway and the room was transformed.    It took nearly 3 coats to get it all smooth and matt like a good paint should be, and now she has a lilac room with darker purple feature wall.

Then, once we had prodded big ‘un into action (and she realised she was actually going to have some fun) we got her room cleared and ready.  Hers had a delightful wallpaper border around the top which had to come off first, so with sponge and scraper, I proceeded to make a mess – the girls even happy to help.

The wallpaper came off with little trouble, and after some sugarsoaping and some filling in of holes, I started painting.  Trouble is, it was very wet outside and the paint took ages to dry, infact, one coat took nearly 12 hours and it was still tacky.  It got finished today.

I also painted the study – rich cream in 3 walls and dark brick red as a feature wall.  Just got to do a second coat of red in a few minutes and then we’re done.

I got silly with red paint whilst I had the chance..

Muhahahahah!!

At least the monsoon like storms have passed over for now.

units of mesaure

I was chatting to Mike @ realdadshangout earlier about stuff and the age-old subject of measurement came up, him being from the US of A and me being Brit.

I grew up in the UK to feet, miles, inches, yards, pints, gallons, pounds and stones. This is despite being born the year the system was supposed to have changed to metric. In theory I was supposed to have learned all about metres, centimetres, kilometres, litres, kilos, grams and centigrade.

But it never happened. Well, not really. School tried hard and I don’t know how to measure in fractions of inches, although I do know how big an inch is and how many there are in a foot. We did all our measuring in cm and mm at school.

Trouble is, my parents and everyone else in the UK were still on the imperial system, so metric never really took off, despite being the official unit of measurement. Plus all the things in real life were still imperial – pints, miles, height (feet and inches), weight, bags of apples, fuel in gallons. So its no wonder that metric never really stuck.

We we have the stupid situation now where distance is measured in miles on the road, but in metres in schools. Where liquids are sold in pints in the pub, but you buy milk in either pints or litres. Where fuel is dispensed in litres, but cars measure efficiency in miles per gallon. Where you buy a pound of apples, but a kilo of chocolate.

Its nuts and very confusing.

I have no idea (visually) how big a centimetre is, but know an inch is the length of my thumb from to first knuckle. I can weigh a pound in my hand but not a kilo. I know a pint when I see one, but can’t really tell you what a litre is, and I know I’m 5 feet 7, but what that is in the actual unit of measurement I was supposed to learn at school, I have no idea. The only thing I think we did learn was temperature – in Celsius and not Fahrenheit (sorry my American friends, I can do 32F, 65F and 100F in C, other than that, it’ll be a wild guess or google)

And people wonder why the UK never entered the Euro and joined up with Europe – its been nearly 40 years since they went metric and they’re only 1/3 of the way converted. Can you imagine having to change over to 100% metric and the Euro? People would spontaneously combust with confusion.

So, world travellers, when you come to the UK, get a conversion app for your iPhones. Then order a pint.

God save the Queen.

cameratime

previously (as they say on Dexter, Buffy the Vampire Slayer and others, before wasting 10 minutes of airtime on recapping seemingly the entire series to date) I mentioned a new camera.

Well, its not new.  1981 to be exact.  But it’s new to me.  And actually, given the concourse condition, it may as well be new.  There’s not a mark on it anywhere.

So, what is it?  Observant stalkers readers will know that its a Hasselblad 500 C/M

Maybe one of you will know what that is and probably no-one will actually care!

But hey, I’m a technology evangelist, so I’m going to damn well educate you, like it or not.

It’s a Swedish-made (no Austin Powers jokes please) medium format film camera.  One of the very finest cameras from days gone by actually.  It has a look down waist level viewfinder, no lightmeter – its totally manual – takes 12 shots of 6×6 medium format film (like the Holga)  and is just amazing.

purdy, huh?

Actually, mine is in much better condition than this one – its totally unused.

So, watch this space for some pictures of a different kind.

Late late late

You know the story, when you *have* to be on time and you even leave the house a little early, all the traffic lights are against you and you get red lights all the way, the traffic is somehow slower than usual, costing you precious minutes, the car park is full and then, when you get to the station, there’s an old lady, in a bright red coat, dawdling on the escalator, standing in the middle, totally oblivious to the fact that there are 20 people backed up behind her, anxiously looking at the flashing 1 minute departure sign on the waiting train

It’s kinda rude to hussle an old lady, especially when she is trying to catch the same train (yes, it turns out that the walking roadblock was actually trying to catch the train too) but it’s agony to ride an escalator as the seconds tick by

1/2 of us made it on. Yes, the lady in red did too, she’s sat in front of me. The others just couldn’t find a way past her to get to the doors 😦

I know we should give old folks a break, hell, I can feel middle age creeping into my joints at nearly 40, but boy that was frustrating!

slackest blogger award goes to..

er, me.  bugger

so, whats new in my world?

1.  Its got cold.

A feet numbing kind of cold.  Infact it’s almost record breakingly cold in Perth.  We’ve had a couple of frosts this week and night time temps have generally been around 1 or 2 degrees all week.  I know, I know, its not exactly cold compared to Europe or the US this winter, but remember that our houses aren’t really insulated, we don’t have central heating or double glazing, as normally, the temperature is in the teens or higher.

We do have ducted gas heating, but it’s way too expensive to run – last year, winter cost us $1500 in gas, so that got switched off and out came the blankets until it got so cold that we gave in and bought a wood-fired heater.

A big pot belly stove now sits, roaring in the corner of the open plan, kicking out no heat whatsoever until I get up and light it.  So I still have cold feet, but later in the day, the house is well toasty.  And it chews through wood like it’s going out of fashion.  2 trailer loads and 3 20kg bags and it’s only been a few weeks – it might not be cheaper to run than the gas at this rate, but I do get to play with matches, so that makes it worth it.

2.  Work.

I’ve actually had some.  Quite a lot and multiple projects too, which I must confess (to any potential employers) I find kinda challenging.  Not the work bit, it’s the multi-tasking context switching bit.  My job is normally quite involved and detailed and requires a lot of analytical thinking – I find I need time to settle my brain into the zone and then I can do what I need.  If I have to keep jumping in and out of different trains of thought, everything takes 4 times longer.  Well, not 4 times, but you get the idea.  I have a 10 minute window where my concentration ebbs away, so if I can get back to my zone within that window, then we’re all good, but if not, I have to come back up for air, change the air in the tanks and begin the long journey back into the depths of the ‘zone’

3.  Busy.

Although I cannot for the life of me remember doing what.  So here’s a photo of a kid with a mullet that I saw wandering around the DIY store.  His Dad had one too. And the smaller son had twin plaited rats tails.  Classy.  I am in Australia, not West Virginia or someplace aren’t I?  People of Walmart, eat your heart out!

Oh yeah, just remembered whats been taking the time every weekend so that I haven’t been anywhere – gardening – had to rip out a load of stuff from next to the fence cos its broken.  Fences here are stupid – they’re big sheets of fibreboardy stuff that are actually dug into the ground then joined together at the top with a metal bracket.  When they break (as they do), they have to be dug out with a special machine and new ones put in place.  So all the plants (massive honeysuckle and a big creepery thing) along a 20 metre section have had to come out.  I now have a pile of cuttings 3 metres tall and 5 meters around to be fed into a chipper that I don’t have the funds to buy just yet.

Plus I’m painting the girl’s bedrooms at the moment – a nice shade of lilac with a deeper colour accent wall (their choice, I blame their mother and her arty ways).  That was pretty much the whole of this Sunday and last night (and I foresee every night this week) taken up

So that’s taken up lots of time.  No slacking for me after all then 😉

4.  Photos.

Precious little of that recently due to the mysterious loss of time due to the above point 3.  However, I do have a few pics to show and tell.

reflections

sunset

So there you go 🙂

Next post – my lovely new camera!  Oh yes.

shark attack

We live on the most beautiful coast – the west coast of Australia 40km south or Perth.  The beaches are clean, unspoiled (once you get past all the shipyards and such just south of Perth), the water is warm, crystal clear and turquoise blue and the weather, for the most part, fine and warm.

Trouble is, we’re not the only ones to love this place – the ocean around here is full of potentially lethal creatures from great white sharks, hammerhead sharks, blue ringed octopus, cone shells, Portuguese man o’war  jellyfish, sea snakes, stonefish – you name it, we have it and all of it will do you no good whatsoever if you come into close contact.

So we avoid close contact, and went to the aquarium instead, where some other buggers have to capture and look after all these deadly animals.

The Aquarium of Western Australia (AQWA) is only small, but it does have a huuuuuge tank with one of those underwater glass tunnels that goes right around it.  Its amazing – bloody great sharks, stingrays and turtles swimming right over your head.  They even had a diver in the tank (yeah, I know) feeding the sharks pieces of fish (on the end of a big metal stick thing I might add – they’re not totally silly) – very cool

They had all the dangerous critters, including crocodiles (which aren’t found where we are – you have to go to the north of the state for those delightful animals) which were very cool.  Mindful of the need to make the children go ‘ooooh’, they had a touch pool where you could pet some of the less lethal fish and little stingrays.  The kids, needless to say, loved it and were busy harassing poor baby sharks and stingrays for ages until we pulled them away, dripping wet and freezing cold!

Cool huh.

Then we went to have a decidedly average lunch and waddled off for a walk around the shops to stave off the post nosh slump.  At least the coffees were good.

As we were leaving, I spotted the most wonderful spelling fail – hopefully you can see it and are as aghast as I was.  This was a full shop window-sized poster advertising a ferry to Rottnest Island.  Speechless.

Oily Obama and the PR spill

Warning – this is a political (well, kinda) opinion, so if you don’t care too much about this kinda stuff, wait till the next update, which will inevitably contain fart jokes and pictures of nipples.  Ok, maybe not the nipples.

So, as we’re all well aware, things went a bit tits up in the Gulf of Mexico with BP’s Deepwater Horizon drilling platform and well.  For whatever reasons, the safety mechanisms didn’t kick in when they should have done and oil is gushing everywhere.  Bad news.

US President Obama, the saviour of the world, holder of the Nobel Peace Prize for stuff he hasn’t actually done yet, has come out guns a-blazing in a PR storm, criticizing BP for this, that and the other, giving them deadlines to fix it or else (what, a detention, six of the best?) and now has threatened to introduce laws to force them not to pay a dividend to shareholders.  I’ll come back to this point in a minute.

The way Obama has yelled and carried on at BP, you’d think they actually did this on purpose.  That somehow they wanted this and or really don’t care about fixing it.  Obama even threatened to take BP off the case and replace them with a Government Task Force (led by Homeland Security I think).

Yes, spilled oil is a bad thing, we know this, but lets not get too carried away burning witches.

Lets look at this in more detail.

1.  Someone, somehow, stuffed up somewhere with the safety gear and it didn’t work.  Was it deliberate?  Unlikely.  Shoddy workmanship?  Possibly, but these things are not built in the back of someone’s shed, they’re expensive pieces of equipment operating in extreme environments and used all over the world.    Shit happens?  Probably.  Design flaws that only got exposed under extreme test?  I’d bet that’s it.  The thing didn’t work cos the circumstances of the situation hadn’t been foreseen.  It happens in engineering all the time. Its nobody’s fault per se, it’s just really bad luck.  If corners were cut and they scrimped on some of this stuff, then they deserve criticism, but not without looking at all other deep water wells from all other companies as well.  If this is an industry wide thing then they ALL need to be brought to book over it.

2.  Obama’s deadlines and rhetoric at BP.  You think BP wants this?  You think they don’t care about a gargantuan oil spill off the US coast?  Geeze, I can’t imagine anything further from the truth.  Even if you’re the most rabid anti-capitalist and anti-globalisation nut, you’d have to realise that even just using the corporate greed angle, this is REALLY bad for business.

I’d be willing to bet they are doing all they can and at all costs to fix this as fast as possible.  The entire future for BP’s oil exploration in deep oceans is under question right now – you think they don’t care about this?   And that’s just taking the dimmest view possible.  Remember, a company is made up entirely of people.  Nothing else, just people.  Saying BP doesn’t care is accusing every single BP worker of not caring about what happens to the environment when the oil gets out.  I’ll bet they care every bit as much as the environmental hardcore do.

The simple matter is, there’s oil, we need it, they’re spending billions getting it out, refining it and selling it at quite small margins to all and sundry around the world.  And they do this, generally, without too many stuff ups.  Can you say the same thing about other industries?  Nope, its industry, they all stuff up sometime.

They’re not bad guys.  I’m sure they could do better, like we all could at things we do in our lives, but I seriously doubt they set out to do this difficult deep water well on a shoestring budget, cut corners everywhere and thought ‘ah well, if it all goes tits and a billion barrels of oil washes up all over the Gulf we’re only liable for a few million dollars of cleanup under US law’

You’d have to be a complete idiot to think that.  And yet, those are almost the words coming from President Obama’s mouth.

3.  Obama’s take over.  He wanted, for a short while, to take over the capping mission, shove BP out the way, let the Government sort it out.  Just a moment there, the US government now has deep water well drilling and capping experience that is somehow better than anyone else?  Oh really..  Yeah, the silence on that idea matter speaks volumes for how much of a dumb-arsed empty-headed piece of nonsense it was.  Let BP sort it out, they, more than anyone else on the planet, want this to stop.

4.  The dividend law.  Apparently, Obama rules the world and can impose laws on a foreign-owned company telling them what they can and can’t do. The dividend is paid in the UK, under UK law, to shareholders and investors.  You know, pension funds, that kind of thing.   If they choose (and can afford to after the costs of the gulf) – they can pay a dividend and there’s not a damn thing Obama can do about it.  It would set such a slippery precedent that it would have global corporations and the financials markets in meltdown.  So he should shut the hell up about it.

5.  Compensation.  Obama wants BP to pay compensation to the thousands of people laid off in the gulf of mexico as a result of the total drilling and exploration ban.  Its bad news for those people and they have my sympathy, but how is that BP’s fault?

Obama shut down the Gulf, not BP.

Obama should be paying.  It’s a bit like being made to pay for everyone’s time and all business lost as a result of that lost time if your car breaks down and blocks the road and holds traffic up for an hour.  Actually, its worse, it’s a bit like you breaking down or having a crash and the Highways Agency deciding that all driving is dangerous, closing all the roads and then asking you to pay for everyone’s lost income and business.    Its nuts.   I have no problem asking BP to clean up, and if part of that is payments to fishermen and coastal areas hit, then that’s fine, but rampant sweeping payments from BP to everybody who has even the slightest knock on effect due the actions of the Government is just nonsense.  Can I get compensation from BP when the price of petrol goes up due to the drop in global supply and the rise in oil prices?  Of course not, but it’s not far from what Obama is asking for.

So yeah, that’s my summary – Obama is not being helpful, quite the reverse, he’s almost certainly hindering BP’s attempts at sorting problem by his highly negative and distracting PR campaign.

The best managers help to solve and sort the problem and then worry about the how’s and why’s later.  If there is genuine blame, then that stuff will come out later and there are laws and procedures in place to deal with that.  None of that stuff helps stop the oil now.

In the meantime, ask yourself just how much the Obama administration has actually done to help solve the problem vs how much finger-pointing and arse covering they are doing.

That’s the acid test of good management vs bad management.

I should point out that I’m not tied to, funded by or connected to BP in any way other than sometimes filling my car up with BP petrol.  I think the oil spill is really bad news and I’m not advocating letting BP off the hook, this is just commentary on the media frenzy.  I will comfirm that I think Obama is both good and bad as a president. –  he’s not as good as he was touted to be, but he’s certainly not a total numpty