New Obsession?

Last weekend, as I was snapping off some shots with the lomo after Philip’s graduation, a minor catastrophe struck.

The shutter release on my lomo stuck down. The film advance kept advancing. It wouldn’t stop. My heart leapt into my throat, then sank.

My poor lomo. I <3 my lomo. I would be sad if it were gone. Not to mention that bitch cost me $100 used on eBay. Luckily, the next day, I looked up how to do emergency surgery on a Lomo LC-A—basically, how to take off the cover and look at the insides. Just doing that must have jarred something back into place, because now it seems to work fine. (We'll see for sure after the post-op roll comes back in another week.) In those 18 hours or so before I managed to get the lomo back on its photographic feet, though, I entertained the idea of buying another "toy camera." I'd heard about the Holga, and I knew that the Lomo LC-A was actually a knock-off of another camera, which was based on yet another camera, so I knew there had to be something else. And, as much as I <3 my lomo, I'm in no hurry to cough up another $100 for one. So, after a little online research, off to eBay I went, searching for Holga 120‘s and Cosina CX-2‘s and Minox 35‘s and Olympus XA‘s and even Diana cameras and Fed 5B‘s. Finally, after some sticker shock on certain models and some disappointing bid-sniping for others, I managed to get myself a brand-new Holga 120N. Now I need to get myself some 120 film (I forgot that this auction didn’t come with any), and wait for my camera to arrive…

Here’s the danger: if I <3 my Holga like I <3 my Lomo, I could see myself becoming a collector of "toy" cameras. No, not just a collector, but an enthusiast. "Collector" makes me think that I'd have them all lined up on a shelf, pretty-like. Kind of like Mr. Marks, my clarinet instructor, did with his vintage clarinets. No, if I had more cameras, I'd be taking pictures with them, that's for sure. I'd want to start with the cameras-I-can-fit-in-my-purse genre, though, because that's the thing I love the most about my lomo. It's *there*. It's like the old #1 rule of photography: f/8 and be there. (If the part about f/8 —that's a setting on the camera, you non-photo types—if that's right, I should be happy with my Holga: it only has one f-stop. I think it's f/11, though...) The other thing I really love about my lomo is that it has depth-of-field. Again, for you non-camera types, that's where the subject is sharp and in focus, but the background is fuzzy (and sometimes the foreground, too). It took me a while to get the hang of the range focus concept—there's not a focusing ring, there's a focusing lever with four selections—but once I figured it out, I loved the results. The Holga, with an aperture of f/11, isn't going to have that so much, but it'll be a square format, and it'll have that vignetting (darkening around the corners) that looks like you're about to pass out. I think that's a fair artistic trade. We'll see. I hope this doesn't suck. I might have to find a place that develops 120 film locally, so I don't have to wait a whole week to get my first roll of Holga prints back. Of course, I've had poor luck with most any local photofinishers I've tried... so maybe I should just cultivate my patience. Or maybe I should wait until I even get the damn camera before I start worrying about it. ;-)

Macromedia Director Marathon

Oh, yeah… Director. I remember you! You were fun! A royal pain in the ass to troubleshoot sometimes, but fun nonetheless.

After some heart-to-hearts with Sheryl and Aaron, I responded to the e-mail regarding a potential freelance gig. I explained what I know, what I can do, and what I’ve still got up my sleeve. I got to feeling pretty good about myself, too; even if this person doesn’t care for the two Shockwave presentations I uploaded (the ResNet CD and my Director portfolio), at least my portfolio was worth a second look. Even if he was just hoping I was somebody who knew somebody, and not necessarily the person he wants, I’m OK with that.

It’s been a while since I did any real Director work. Honestly, it’s hard to make multimedia presentations without… well… media. A website, sure, I can pull content out of my ass for that. Video and audio and other content that doesn’t suck and won’t get me sued? That’s a little harder.

Anyway, I sat down with my two Director source files (thank god I managed to save those) to clean them up and make them internet-friendly.

It took all goddamned evening.

Part of it was remembering the nuances of how Director looks for linked files, and part of it was fixing little things like typos (I can’t believe it!) and formatting errors and anti-aliasing inconsistencies and general last-minute crap that I didn’t get to do to the actual presentations back in the day.

I can see how my design style has changed in just the past four years. I can also see the elements that form the core of my current style. Simplicity. Clean lines. I think I’ve improved a little over time, though; I can see the things I would do differently now.

Even if this gig doesn’t work out, I won’t be upset. If I do get a callback from this gentleman, I’ll actually be a little surprised, as it would be on the merits of work I did four years ago as a college Senior. I’d love to have an opportunity to do some real work for real money, but just being contacted about it at all was quite an ego boost for me.

I needed that.

Employment Op

Faced with the very real possibility of multimedia contract work, I find myself completely unprepared to offer up any additional information to a potential employer about my skill set, capabilities, freelance/contract pricing, or my local network of other impassioned designers.

I find myself excited, but about to choke. I feel inadequate, but I know I am not.

My emphasis in VCT was multimedia; how, then, am I now mainly a web designer, having not created any true interactive content since graduation? I feel like I’ve dropped the ball. I feel like a has-been. Again, I know I am not.

The message in question had been sitting in my inbox for nearly 36 hours before I even checked that account; now I’m bordering on rudeness, not answering within 48 hours. I have to say *something*.

But what?

Me and my Mom

Kmart portrait of my Mom and me, circa 1979

My Mom has been reminding me (every chance she gets) that I haven’t posted her picture anywhere on my website yet. (Y’know, Mom, that’s not entirely true; you were at my bridal shower.)

Anyway, to appease my mother, this is a Kmart portrait of the two of us when she was younger than I am now. 🙂

(Oh, and yes, it did take some Photoshop skillz to remove that fantastic Kmart-portrait red tint. It’s not perfect, but it’s good enough.)

My Step-Philip’s Graduation Weekend

On Friday evening before he went to work, Aaron asked me if I’d heard anything from my Mom or step-Gary about Philip’s high school graduation. When did we need to be where, did we have tickets to the actual graduation, et cetera. I didn’t know yet, as Mom hadn’t called me to confirm the final plans, and I told him so. His parting shot was, “If I come home tonight and find out I have to get up at 10am,” followed by some sort of consequence I can’t exactly recall. Something like, “I’ll be pissed,” or “I won’t be happy,” or something along those lines.

Guess when we had to get up Saturday morning.
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