So I have been trying my hand at a bit of experimental photography, experimental for me at least. I really like photos and photography and all that jazz but my digital camera is just a point-and-shoot and is a few years old so, needless to say, the pictures it produces are not of a particularly stellar quality. What I do have, on the other hand, is a sweet Canon AE-1 35mm SLR from the 70s passed down from my dad. The catch? The camera is fully un-automatic. "All I shoot is in manual mode on my DSLR!" you say, "The manual setting takes better pictures anyway!" you might inform me. This is all true but you have to know how the hell to adjust things correctly or you pictures look like your drunk uncle took them with his RAZR. Srsly. Over the past few months, I have gotten more familiar with manual-style picture taking and the pictures just keep getting better. Additionally, there is definitely some nostalgic quality about being the only person in over a year to drop off a roll of film at the Wal-Mart on Tchoupitoulas. Thats right...Wal-Mart. Its close, its cheap, and I never have to worry about getting my photos mixed up with anyone else's because there aren't any others. Simple as that.
The pictures you see in this post however are taken with that old point-n-shoot I was talking bad about earlier. All this lead up was just rambling...I get sidetracked. As you might (or might not) be able to tell, they are HDR photos. Just a little something to pass the afternoon time and to exercise my Photoshop muscles. I took them right from my doorstep. The first one is of our friends house across the street and the other is from my front stoop looking west down Magazine St. As I pat myself on the back, I have to say that they turned out really pretty good. They are defintely are better than I thought they would be.
Listening:
Death Cab for Cutie
Narrow Stairs
Vampire Weekend
Vampire Weekend
p.s. -- Hey CBS, Talon here, no one is going to watch CSI: Miami if a certain Mr. Horatio Cane isn't involved, FYI
I hate it when you approach somebody coming the opposite direction walking down the hallway, or sidewalk, or sideway, or whatever and you give a courtesy smile and they just stare back at your face like an OB/GYN waiting for the head to crown. I wanna punch those people in the face.
BTW:
dunyun (n. plural dunyuns) /,dʌn'jʌn/
- A deep and insightful take on a subject, situation or occurrence; a random thought
- I drink your milkshake
So, I've been as busy as a dolphin, as they say, working on my thesis and work shiz so my posts have been non-existent. So there ya go.
So I am in Wal-Mart last night looking for a new rug and I happen on this sign. I say to my wife, "Hey, look, apparently its coyote season...hold on..what the hell is a deer dog?" Thats right, the last one on the list, an apparent Louisiana favorite, deer dog. Please tell me this is just an awesome colloquialism and not really a dog.
Now, as I pull out my iPhone in order to capture this sweet piece of southern amazingness, I hold in my hand a freshly opened Coke Zero. The sign is above my head, naturally, and I get as close as I can so I can get a good shot. I lift my phone up, two hands, and along for the ride is the Coke. I hear it hit the floor before I feel it on my shirt. In my fervor to make fun, I have in fact shamed myself my pouring half of my bev on to my shirt (srsly, bought it two days before, brand fn new) as irony slaps me on the face. I am awesome.
Good times...deer dog, spilled coke on a Wal-Mart floor (which I left there, uncleaned...hey man, its Wal-Mart). On a lighter note, my a/c in my car does not work. I think I might be able to live without it (bc its gonna take a lot of work to fix it), you know, by rolling down the windows and such, except for the fact that yesterday, the driver's side window decided to work only like 1/5 of the time. I am a bit worried. I need you window.
Went to Jazzfest on Sunday and got to see The Raconteurs. The show was great, (I didn't realize Jack White was such a badass on the guitar. He is.) as was the weather, and, of course, the food was outta sight. Then a little Neville Brothers to close the evening. Towards the end of the show, Aaron sang Amazing Grace a capella which absolutely silenced the crowd. It was just so calming, I think for everyone. With all the talk about recovering after the storm, the firsts for Jazzfest since the storm, etc, it gave everyone affected a little solace and time to reflect. You know, that song has strong words that, when you hear them, make you feel like you're doin' OK. We are, I think.
Watching:
The Savages
Man, what a great movie. Moving, Thought inspiring, things movies should be. That is all.
I am all over the place.
