in light of thursday's haphazard events (ah, scheduling stress-hub. i hate being the person who's in charge!), today's even better. my film was due wednesday, but i had to shoot wednesday after school and then thursday after school too. MT gave me an extention to monday to have it developed. perfect. photo shoot during class and then develop after school. well, i pull my models out as fourth starts and we head to the studio. however, it took my studio partner the entire time to do her work and i didn't even start shooting till the bell had rung. i matched the readout of my camera with the digital and we shot, finishing in an hour. not bad. so i develop and when the moment of truth arrives, there was weaping and whaleing and nashvilling teeth. the strobe was out of sink with the shutter. i get the last milimeter of each picture. the other pictures were all fine, just the studio shots were messed up. so i have to REdo the Entire shoot. it's so good that i can go do it during the UBSCT tests this week, or somebody would die.
--if i can get my scanner to be somewhat functional, i will scan a neg or two and post them.--
Monday, January 30, 2006
Saturday, January 28, 2006
creativity
i really have the urge to do this creative-like, but there's no possible way. all i can think of is a frog (or penguin) in a tutu. he wasn't even there. but it makes a sillier picture than the ocelot does. maya needs an animal. something, well, maya-ish.
i'm a semi-poetic type. it comes from reading too much lewis carroll, and growing up in an anti social family of ocd nerds. the end result: beatnik poetry night! can't you see it? the little theatre, a stool in the far corner, with a light illumiating the dusky orator. round tables scatter the floor and the room is heavy with dark purple light. ah. it's there! we can do it!
i think that keeping a straight face throughout will be the hardest. let's see if i can come up with a good improv poem for the tigerline interpretive dance advertizement.
the deepest shadows of my soul are here exposed...
the twenty-fifth! the twenty-fifth!
the english world starts to shift!
not in d hall, nor in c
the main office is where you want to be
the dateless dude shall lose his woe
bring her to the theatre,
his beatnik side begin to show,
and with his words entreat her.
come one, come others and move it to the beat-nik
with the macarena in the foreground? yeah, it'll be good.i need feedback tough. i really want to write a real poem now. i'll see what i can do. chow all.
i'm a semi-poetic type. it comes from reading too much lewis carroll, and growing up in an anti social family of ocd nerds. the end result: beatnik poetry night! can't you see it? the little theatre, a stool in the far corner, with a light illumiating the dusky orator. round tables scatter the floor and the room is heavy with dark purple light. ah. it's there! we can do it!
i think that keeping a straight face throughout will be the hardest. let's see if i can come up with a good improv poem for the tigerline interpretive dance advertizement.
the deepest shadows of my soul are here exposed...
the twenty-fifth! the twenty-fifth!
the english world starts to shift!
not in d hall, nor in c
the main office is where you want to be
the dateless dude shall lose his woe
bring her to the theatre,
his beatnik side begin to show,
and with his words entreat her.
come one, come others and move it to the beat-nik
with the macarena in the foreground? yeah, it'll be good.i need feedback tough. i really want to write a real poem now. i'll see what i can do. chow all.
Thursday, January 26, 2006
my soldier hollow
we went tubing for mutual tonight. it was a lot of fun, and i'm tired, so i'll make it short and sweet.
i don't know if it's the snow, or the dark, the cold, or what, but i always find myself a little lonely in winter. dangerous place to be. mavis will soon just be rolling her eyes and saying i'm weird. and yeah, it's silly, but i sometimes want a boy. the stars were really pretty and i wanted to share it with someone. plus, holding hands when you're all bundled up and your nose is cold is the best.
i need to go to bed. tired.
i don't know if it's the snow, or the dark, the cold, or what, but i always find myself a little lonely in winter. dangerous place to be. mavis will soon just be rolling her eyes and saying i'm weird. and yeah, it's silly, but i sometimes want a boy. the stars were really pretty and i wanted to share it with someone. plus, holding hands when you're all bundled up and your nose is cold is the best.
i need to go to bed. tired.
Monday, January 23, 2006
f-stop blues
i have a problem with drawing. how do you reach to someone sitting you down and saying, "draw!"? draw what?! you think. well, at least i do. that's why, for me, my artistic medium of choice is photography. you have visual stimui up to wazzu everywhere around you. rearrange it a little and snap the shutter. the problem comes when we go into a studio. then you end up straight back at the blank piece of paper. i have...2 ideas in the studio. period. and i have to do all the light figuring. i think that i have my models though! i was puzzling over them all day today. people tend to give you funny looks when you stare at their hand to see if they are the right kind of masculine, or at their hair and face for contrast and texture. it doesn't help if you tend to mutter to yourself.
one thing that's fun though, if i can ever get the models and a car, is i have a bunch of library photos in my head. i just need to rent a 6 year old and pry the car away from my mom for a couple hours. the assignment is due thursday. i'm doomed.
one thing that's fun though, if i can ever get the models and a car, is i have a bunch of library photos in my head. i just need to rent a 6 year old and pry the car away from my mom for a couple hours. the assignment is due thursday. i'm doomed.
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