Always fun when a client unexpectedly sends me cool stuff - this super8 Kodak Instamatic M22 will fit perfectly in my camera collection (mostly pre-1975 consumer movie cameras) The fact that this one comes with box/instructions and unexposed film is just a bonus. Thanks Barney!
For the past 6 months I’ve had this interesting mac issue - once or twice a month my internal drive which generally has about 90GB free on it would drop to 25GB free or less, I originally thought perhaps the drive was dying because rebooting off a system dvd and repairing the drive generally fixed it - about a week ago - that fix stopped working, and I thought hmm.. maybe something just isn’t cleaning up after itself - since we’re talking about 65GB I immediately thought it must be iPhoto/Photoshop/Illustrator/Fireworks since it’s pretty unlikely coda/textmate/expresso (and YES I use all three) ever use that much of anything - so I dug deeper, I have a demo of DaisyDisk hanging around that showed me my ‘CodeEquivalenceDatabase’ (which lives in: var/db) file was 64GB - it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that it was likely that file was the problem - but I wasn’t sure, maybe that file was supposed to be that big - some more googling and that file is tied directly to 1password and keychain - I ran repair ‘keychain’ BOOM crashed/reboot/won’t restart/lovely - reboot again and it came back - some more googling led me to believe I could just delete ‘CodeEquivalenceDatabase’ and it would be regenerated, so I did - and it was, the new file was 16k UNTIL I launched Transmit, it seems that every time I launch Transmit the file doubles in size - I suppose that might shed some light on how often I launch Transmit (I’d love for someone to do that math).
I deleted Transmit and reinstalled, and the problem seems to have gone away, it’s important to mention that it’s highly unlikely this was a Transmit problem, it more likely that it was just a very ugly anomaly on my machine, I haven’t experienced anything like this on any other system.
I’ve looked at them all, some really nice alphabet photography over at Naturescripts.com
I’ve written more of these posts than any one person should ever have too - but this one is perhaps the hardest, I had been kidding myself that my terminally ill cat ROO would beat the odds, and somehow recover from mouth cancer - when we had taken him to the oncologist he had been given two to four months, and being the amazingly stoic boy he was, he made it four months without even a whimper, I thought (irrationally so) that if he could make it past the four months the oncologist was wrong - and maybe she was wrong about everything, and that ROO could make a full recovery - denial is a powerful thing.
On the morning of the 25th my palace of denial came crashing down, ROO wanted to eat, but simply physically couldn’t, ‘T’ and I both knew it was time. I somehow managed to keep it together (barely) and we helped ROO cross the Rainbow Bridge.
I love all my cats equally, but ROO touched our hearts in such a way that his absence in our house is painful - I keep expecting to see him walk in the room - tail held high. We love you big guy, we’re honored to have been your forever family..
Update: Sadly Brave Blackey was struck and killed by a car on November 8th (2009-11-08), NIne days after I took this photo.
Took a short walk to clear my head, it was a grayish autumn day, but if you look closer, happiness is everywhere.
Fooling around with the idea - of portraits not being people at their best, but of people at their worst - much more honest, far more interesting…the anguish I’m experiencing in these images is real, so much more personal that a fake smile.
Had a 75 minute conference call- had a bit of fun during it… this style is SO relaxing. CLICK IMAGE FOR DETAIL
Dorothy and Toto have a wild poppy fueled party with flying monkeys and wake up in bed with 4 complete strangers - ‘and YOU where WERE?, & YOU where WERE?’ her reputation soiled, and in the family-way, she’s banished from Oz to live her life in a cold-water flat over the Rainbow Diner, in South Central Kansas.
…from top to bottom - head in the clouds, face made for radio, pockets full of kryptonite, fists of fury, and feets don’t fail me now..