I turned in my thesis! Woo hoo!
Monthly Archives: April 2006
Last night I climbed one of the cracks in the gym for the first time. It was sheer agony. If you aren’t familiar with crack climbing, imagine a smooth crack varying between two and four inches wide, then imagine jamming your hands and feet in there and walking up it. Pure masochism. My feet were in pain, my hands were in pain, and the swelling still hasn’t gone down on my wrists (I was wearing Hand Jammies, but they only protect the backs of your hands.) Jenn tells me if I can climb that crack, I can climb any crack outside, so I’m going to keep at it until I can do it as quickly and painlessly as she can.
Our class was in tears laughing yesterday when our Book Binding professor, Julie Chen, told us that she often dreams about music, sometimes heavy metal music, that is so loud it wakes her up. She recalled one dream in which her cat was walking down the hallway singing very loudly. We asked what her cat was singing, so she imitated him for us: “I like to eeeat- and eat and eat and eat- and playyyyyy!” Maybe you had to be there. But we were crying.
I hate Flickr! Although I’ve heard that most photo uploading sites are similar, unless you pay a monthly fee. I spent an hour the other day downloading the Flickr uploader so I could post my Red Rocks photos for friends, but it asked me to resize each photo because they were too big. Resizing 95 photos would have taken me forever, so I gave up after three and told it to upload them as is. It only uploaded about 15 before it said I was out of bandwidth – for the MONTH. So I went onto Flickr and deleted all the photos with plans to resize them before re-uploading them, but it said, “Sorry, you’ve used your bandwidth for the month.” So even though I only have ONE photo posted on Flickr, I have to wait until May to upload more. Screw Flickr! I’m uploading my photos on Snapfish (this month).
Dad with his Barbies
Sometimes we pretend to be things we aren’t, like on Halloween when I pretend to be a rock star or Howard Stern. Last night, I pretended to be a photographer. I dusted off my old Nikon; bought some Tri-X 400 film, purchased a nine-foot backdrop and rented a hot light kit. Hot lights, you’re wondering. What are those? I was wondering, too. What do I do with this umbrella and this screen and why are there no bulbs? Well, I found the bulbs, attached the umbrella and shot away. And I learned something valuable in the process. Hot lights are yellow. Natural light is blue. So if you shoot with hot lights without a blue filter, everything looks a little yellow. (I can’t attach filters to my lens because the plastic is cracked at the end, so my lighting turned out pretty awful. But I had fabulous models and I’m hoping the print photos (here I’ve posted the digital backups) will turn out great.) This shoot, by the way, was for my final project for my Book Binding class. Preparing for it felt like preparing to lead a .10c – a frightening uknown. Friday I led a really overhanging .10c in the gym and hung about four times, so I figured the worst thing that could happen is that the print photos look terrible and I have to use the digital backups. Not the end of the world. They’re going to be tiny anyway.
By the way, Barbies are a total pain to unwrap. They’re tied into their boxes with a gazillion strings and wires, and their hair is actually sewn to the cardboard insert. I’m assuming that’s so there’s no way to return them once they’ve been taken out of the box.