my work station
Wednesday, March 31st, 2010
Talked a bit w/ Kristin and I think I may add a 3rd light for some 3-point shooting action.
Wednesday, March 31st, 2010
Talked a bit w/ Kristin and I think I may add a 3rd light for some 3-point shooting action.
Monday, March 29th, 2010
Yar. Test/Shoot animations. Running into minor problems with my rigs. Intense shooting begins …. NOW!
Thursday, March 25th, 2010
Think of this as am embodiment of my desire to reach beyond my limits and grasp the supposedly unattainable. (lol)
If I had to do it again, I’d make the bones of the fingers about twice as long, use sturdier gloves and perhaps choose springs that aren’t so tight. I made it by modifying this tutorial I found online.
Tuesday, March 23rd, 2010
Well, I’m home and pretty dry now. Didn’t take too long either. How did I manage that in this weather, you ask? Well maybe you didn’t ask, but I’ll tell you anyway.
I didn’t have an umbrella, if that’s what you’re thinking. At least not my own. Nope, I umbrella hopped.
On the way home, thinking about the task to “experiment and put myself in a space that’s out of my comfort zone,” I had a brilliant idea. It was raining pretty hard and I only had a soft hat as a barrier. So I started asking people going in the same direction as me to share an umbrella with them til the end of the block. I wasn’t going very fast, so it was pretty easy to wait until someone passed me and ask them real quick. I tried to use the same words every time.
“Hi, would you mind if I shared your umbrella til the end of this block?” I had 10 blocks and 4 avenues to walk and it was pretty late, so not many people were about. I asked about 12 people and got 8 affirmative responses. I avoided 1 couple sharing a small umbrellas because that’s just ridiculous. Two of the people who said yes had big family umbrellas. All concerned seemed more or less amused, even those who said no. Or maybe especially those who said no. Male or female didn’t seem to matter. 3 of those who said no were male. Some people made small talk. Most were carried out in silence. At the end, I said “thanks” and walked in a direction that they didn’t.
This put me out of my comfort zone as I dislike disturbing people. I have no real problems with strangers though. If there’s any specific insight I wanted to gain… perhaps it was ‘are new yorkers as friendly as i think them to be?’ Being a New Yorker myself, I assumed yes. And was correct.
Good stuff though. I made it home w/o being too wet.
Saturday, March 20th, 2010
So… small, cute girls are basically poop machines.
No, wait. Think about it.
How much do they eat? Now, I’m not exactly what you’d call petite, but i’ve noticed on more than a few occassions that my dining partners will transform from small cute girls to small, black holes. The gaping vortex that is their stomach holds an elder god name Xirfax and he demands MEAT! (and chocolate.)
And then, how small are they? All that food has to go somewhere… and it’s definetly not their height. Or their waists. No. Let’s say a fair bit of it is converted to energy. Then there’s still the waste to deal with. And that fair bit, actually quite a big bit when you think of breakfast, lunch, midafternoon tea, and dinner… is Poop.
Furthermore, the bathroom! Why do they always go in pairs? Its because their shits are so massive that they need a second person to hold their hands and for emotional/moral support. Its exactly like giving birth. Scotty comes up and yells in the ear, “CAPTAIN! WE HAVE A BREACH IN SECTOR 3!”
Friday, March 19th, 2010
Today, I tried chewing a mouthful of sand. It was grainy and gritty and it felt kind of like… bran. Like a mouth full of, no overflowing compressed, condensed flakes, broken down into.. A little bit trickled out of my nose.
Yesterday, I hit Ctrl-S on my keyboard 573 times. Do you understand why the S key now is so smooth, with great, clear skin? If you just keep stroking it, the rough will ease away.
Tomorrow I will put on my cool face. It’s wood on canvas with silver and weighs a fucking ton but it works better than an emoticon at conveying my deep sea emotions.
You see, I’m in training for a marathon. The kind that Holmes would like. A race of mental discipline, skilled voice and precision of action.
If, I take out my eyes (for they distract me), my right ear and left ear whisper different thoughts, I abrade my skin to avoid false sensation… what then, is left to explore?
Tuesday, March 16th, 2010
It was so nice today, I decided to take a walk and take some pictures. The best of reside here on flickr
Here’s a sampling.
Tuesday, March 16th, 2010
Used 4 headshots of diana and a few custom brushes to create this. It was pretty fun. I havn’t done anything creative with photoshop in far too long.
Tuesday, March 16th, 2010
I was given the topic “love” to write for a poem.
difficult
thin lips and eyes
to wind –
through marriage of wine
dancing moments
and kiss from hot wings
smooth like a fire
like a
stolen hag
belly rotten green and gray
and a wind passes through the centre
(more…)
Tuesday, March 16th, 2010
I did 4-in-4 again this spring.
On the first day of christmas…
well, I’ve never really played around with this sort of stuff so I decided to make a simple visualization of weather temperature and wind data using Processing. You can plug any image into this sketch. Just remmeber to change the width and height values. (Also, it plays nicer with even numbers). The colors it changes to depends on the outside temperature.
You can download the source and play with the app here.