Saturday, January 24, 2009

Interior Anti-Design

I was going to make a new year's resolution, not because I think making resolutions is a good idea - I don't see the point really - but because I though it would be a good way to make a blog post. I was going to write about how my resolution should be to stop procrastinating, but it's already the 24th of January and this should have been written on the first, so ... maybe not then.

Instead, I am going to make a resolution to make my apartment look less like I moved in an hour ago. Anyone that has been to my place will understand this. I've been living here over a year (I moved in on January 1st, 2008) and things are in piles around the edge of the room, as I've got no furniture apart from a desk and chair (neither of which I actually bought), and a glass table and two wicker chairs kindly given to me by Julia and Brian.
But this resolution isn't about buying some furniture, because I don't want any more. I don't want to be one of those people - you know the ones - them that own couches. What would I do with a couch? Probably just use it as a shelf and put stuff on it. I've got as many chairs as I've got mugs, which means I have got as many chairs as people I can have round at once.
I want to cover the walls with random stuff and get a load of shelves to put the stuff I've got on. I have been buying a cactus plant here and there, and have built up a little collection to put on my planned shelving unit(s). Mum said it would be okay to leave them outside on the planting table over winter, but I guess she wasn't expecting it to get this cold. Damn snow.
I was quite disappointed when the first one defrosted and went floppy. I haven't really got any good pictures of them pre-freeze, but I was planning on taking some good photos of them, just hadn't gotten around to it...
I like cactuses (yes I know, but "cacti" sounds too "I'm trying to sound clever") because they're unusual, architectural (mathematical?), widely varied, individual, ... weird.
I like weird stuff. I don't like everything matching and Martha-Stewarty. Why can't you get a load of things you like individually and put them in the same room? Because they're not from the same country/vintage/style/colour group? Bollocks.
I've been reading James May's Telegraph column online on and off. He's a motoring journalist and presenter of one of Britain's most popular programs, Top Gear. I like his writing style, and how he manages to be very entertaining while discussing a valid concept, and somehow managing to vaguely relate it to cars. He's honest and realistic and can't be bothered with the big things. Why, when he can write an entire article about putting cheese in a juicer? Anyway, his column from a couple of weeks ago (that I just read) discussed this matter (which I will call Interior Anti-Design). He describes his house as looking like "an upturned box of Lego". He's even got an orange and yellow stair carpet (alternating yellow and orange for each stair).
My sister was visiting my parents a few weeks ago (when this post was started), and they came down to see me one day. Emma has just moved into a new apartment and bought a load of furniture for it. She's doing it all in black and tan - throw cushions and everything. She even bought some matching "art" from Walmart.
I'd hate a place like that. My apartment will be anti-designed in an "eclectic" style, and will look like a clown threw up on it.
I've already gotten started on this project. When I built my computer, I spray painted the case orange. I've got a tissue paper pineapple, and a poster of a random downhiller. I bought a calendar of Escher prints and shoved them in dollar store frames, which I have hung randomly with pushpins on the wall to the left of my desk.
In high school I made mountains of origami - everything from 1000 unit modulars to Jun Meakawa's devil, but that all got thrown out when moving, and all I've got is a box of the half finished stuff, and stuff that I couldn't finish or came out rubbishly.
Emma brought me a kite back from Bali, so I've hung that in the corner. It's royal blue with a red dragon on - I like dragons.

I will keep you updated on this project.

Broken Waffles?

I need a screen name.

I've been trying to come up with one for about 10 years now, and have never got anywhere.
Everything is already taken. I like the same use name for everything, as I'd never be able to remember them all, and I don't want something I'd have to be adding numbers to because someone else already used that name.

I think I've come up with the solution. Two (or more) random, unrelated words.
So, off I go to Google to find a random word generator, and end up with stuff like this:
CauliflowerBridges
CompelledSpoon
ButteryClone
ChargingNail
ImportantFluff
NumbHumans
RabidEngineering
BrokenWaffle
BlueInduction
FlatResolve

This wasn't working. I really liked "brokenwaffle", but (according to Google), so did quite a few other people.
So I went the "Word of the day" route:
abrogate, sui generis, exculpate, xeric, bifurcate, hebetude, undulant, frigorific, candor, lollygag, confabulation

FlatUndulant
ImportantLollygag
FluffyAbrogate
XericClone
BifurcatedCharge
ExculpatedWaffles?

Any suggestions?

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Mr. Blue Sky

Sun is shining in the sky, there ain't a cloud in sight
It's stopped raining, everybody's in a play
And don't you know, it's a beautiful new day.

Running down the avenue, see how the sun shines brightly
In the city on the streets, where once was pity,
Mr. Blue Sky is living here today.
(it's an ELO song)


It has been foggy and rainy all week, but yesterday it was sunny, with a bright blue sky. There was frost everywhere, and it was a bit cold, but since there wasa no wind and plenty of sun it didn't really feel cold.
I went out for a ride. I went the long way to Cow Bay and through to the Cobble Hill road. I rode along the highway to Wippletree and stopped in at "The Loom" to get some wool to make some fingerless mittens for taking photos. I then rode along the highway and turned off at the bottom of the hill along the road that goes to the tennis club, went back the way I came, and then rode around the lake to Maple Bay and back along Herd Road. I was going to ride along Richard's Trail and back along Bell McKinnon, but accidentally turned off along Osbourne, and by the time I came back and got to Richards it was starting to get dark (well... that was an excuse. I was actually getting tired - not riding for two months really takes it's toll!), so I headed home.
Although this was quite a short ride, it took me all afternoon, not because my legs are slow or I was on a mountain bike with knobby tires and no big ring, but because I had to stop every few minutes to take pictures.
I have been finding that I can take tens of pictures of the same scene, and not be happy with one of them. As in most things (arty things, anyway) there are two sides: the arty side, and the technical side. For example: pottery. When Hilary makes mugs, she has to know more than what shapes and colours are aesthetically pleasing and what shaped handles are ergonomic, she also has to understand the chemistry behind the glaze composition and how the clay and glaze will react during firing (I could be getting this horribly wrong - I don't know much about pottery). I understand the technical side of photography. I know how to use my camera, I understand the science behind photography (thanks to Mr. Stone!), and (probably most importantly) I can apply my knowledge. But I have trouble with the arty stuff - composition and the like.
I have come across the photostreams of several photographers on Flickr recently that are the opposite - the content, composition and design of there photos is very good, they clearly leave the camera on auto all the time, and I read in the photo descriptions and on there blogs that the auto settings on the camera take work away from the photographer to leave him to concentrate on the subject matter. I disagree with this - although leaving the camera on auto exposure, auto ISO, auto focus, auto etc, will give you a "correct" picture - it's boring. The camera will probably do a very good job of choosing the "best" exposure, focus point, but wouldn't it be cool to have the motion blurry, the tree silhouetted, the lights out of focus? The camera just does what's "best", and best is never cool.
I know the basics of composition: the rule of thirds, leading lines, direction of motion, focal points, framing, et.c (sort of literary devices of the photography world). I thought I would try and find some information on this sort of stuff. All the tutorials and information on "how to be a better photographer" was about learning about f-stops and ISO. I know all that, and couldn't find anything that went beyond the technical stuff. So I started browsing Amazon.com to see if I could find an old-fashioned book (not an e-book - one actually printed on paper). All the recommended books covered less than I already knew. I checked Listmania, and found nothing but more of the same. I didn't see any point in buying a book with one chapter at the back called "Composition", which would, no doubt, be very basic. And then I came across The Photographer's Eye - Composition and Design for Better Digital Photos (Michael Freeman) - there were only two customer reviews, and it wasn't a big seller, but the reviews and blurb sounded promising, so I bought it.
It arrived a few days ago, and I leafed through it yesterday. The chapter headings look interesting: The Image Frame (Dynamics, Shape, Stitching, Placement, etc), Design Basics (Contract, Balance, Pattern, Perspective, Weight, etc), Graphic and Photographic Elements (Points, Vectors, Triangles, etc), Composing with Light and Colour (Chiaroscuro (what?), Colour in Composition, Colour Relationships, Back and White, etc), Intent (Conventional or Challenging, Reactive or Planned, Documentary or Expressive, Simple or Complex, Clear or Ambiguous, etc), Process (The Search for Order, Reaction, Anticipation, Exploration, Construction, Photographs Together, etc). Reading the Table of Contents, I wanted to jump to the chapter on "Intent", which seems very interesting, but I didn't.
Before I'd even finished the first paragraph I found myself rummaging through my desk draw in search of a highlighter. I can't read without one. I think it was Mrs Fletcher (Year 6 teacher) that pushed the highlighter thing. Mrs Fletcher pushed a lot of things though, such as putting the date on the top line in the left margin, and the title in the middle of the second line, but everything else she encouraged was dropped as soon as it was someone else marking my work that didn't care which line the date went on. I think the Level 2 SAT was the first "proper" test I took, and that was in Mrs Fletcher's class. We spent quite some time preparing for the tests, and our little village school always got very good marks. I think I got all 5's with a 4 in English (let down by my story writing). Highlighting key words might not have been a huge importance when the questions were one sentence, and I'd highlight 80% of the words, but in university physics it would often take several minutes just to read the question, and three reads before you start to understand what you're being asked, only to realize that you don't know how to do this one and will come back to it later. When you're doing research for a paper, you might only need a couple of sentences to quote out of the whole book, so good luck finding them again if you didn't highlight.
I always need a highlighter with me whenever I'm reading - bike magazines, mail, books, instructions, work orders at work - I find it saves me a lot of time if I can read one or two words instead of the whole think. When reading books and magazines I often come across a sentence or phrase that summarizes what would take me a long, drawn-out blog post (such as this one) to get across.
The first thing I highlighted in this book was "Facility at using this frame depends on two things: knowing the principles of design, and the experience that comes from taking photos regularly." (Freeman, p9). I'd actually been thinking about that recently. Nothing can substitute for experience, including education - in everything. Watching "Bike Skills" videos doesn't make you a good rider - riding your bike makes you a good rider. Passing the A+ with good grades doesn't make you a good tech, working as a tech makes you a good tech. Reading about using your camera doesn't make you a god photographer - taking pictures makes you a good photographer - which reminds me of something I said higher up as well about applying knowledge. A lot of people in my photography class at school got good marks on the tests - they had studied and learned what depth of field and chromatic aberration were, but when it came to the assignments they didn't know where to start. What's the point of having knowledge if you don't know how to use it? This was even more evident in computer science class. Some people thought that if the studied the syntax and structures they would pass the test - but computer science exams were always biased heavily towards application - usually 75% programming and 25% theory. A lot of people dropped out of computer science - the remainders got good marks and never bothered to study. If you can do the labs without the TA having to hold your hand you can pass the exam no problem.

And once again I have gone way off track. Wasn't this supposed to be about my ride yesterday?
I was going to go riding again today, but felt knackered - I need to start going to bed earlier.

Distance: 47.9 km
Time (total): 4:09
Time (moving): 2:33

Monday, January 12, 2009

Rode to Cowichan Lake

... and back with Hilary on Sunday.

Hilary showed me some mini waterfalls that have appeared now the snow has finally decided to melt, and we stopped to take some pictures.






I wished I'd taken the tripod, but Hilary was pretty creative with chunks of wood she arranged as camera stands.

Cowichan Lake's a pretty small town and we thought we'd look like idiots going into the restaurant, with Hilary's wet crotch (from the waterfall, of course), and my hat with frozen water droplets in the pattern of my helmet vents, and both sweaty and covered in road grit, so we went to A&W.

I started on my onion rings and strawberry milkshake while Hilary undressed and used the surrounding furniture as clothes horses.


The ride back seemed to go quickly, but my legs were hurting on the first climb. We'd stopped for over an hour and my legs had gotten stiff, added to the fact I've not ridden in over a month (except to work and grocery getting, etc), and I was riding a mountain bike with big knobby tires, or at least they're the excuses.

Sunday, January 4, 2009

A bit of riding, a chai tea, ginger yam soup, some pottery and wool


Since the ice had melted and the roads seemed in reasonable condition, Hilary and I went for a ride. We left my place at about 11am, and headed for Cow Bay along Tzouhalem Road. When we got there the bakery/cafe was closed, so we stopped in at the pottery place where Hilary introduced me to Colleen. We then headed through the village towards the highway to "Whipple Tree Junction" where we stopped at the coffee shop. Hilary had ginger carrott yam soup, and I played it safe with granola and yogurt. "The Loom" is next door to the coffee shop. I'd never been in there before. It's a tiny little shop with barely enough room to walk around in - it's a good job nothing's breakable. Every shelf is covered in balls of wool, books, and knitted samples and the floor is covered in baskets of wool. We spent quite a while wandering around and learning about "thrumming".
When we came out there was a blizzard going on outside, so we headed home along Bench Road, and back the way we came. We were soaking wet and quite cold by the time we got back to my place. I didn't think the snow was going to settle, but it looks like there's about 2-3 inches on the ground now, and it's still coming down - big flakes, fast and thick.
Distance: 23 km
Time: urmm... 4 hours, 11 minutes

Saturday, January 3, 2009

my bedroom curtain

I woke up this morning with my head dangling off the top of the bed. It's a good job my hair isn't a couple of inches longer - if it were it would be touching the heater.
I looked up and noticed that the curtain above the head of my bed made a nice curly pattern, a bit like lasagna. I took a photo of it while my packet noodles were cooking.
I'm definitely finding the limitations of this camera, and have been since I bought it.
The photo would have been much better and easier to take with a wide angle lens, and with a camera with decent high ISO performance, but more on that in a post to come.

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Blueberry Hill

Was a long and dark December
From the rooftops I remember
There was snow
White snow

After "Knitting Club" at Tim Horton's (the only place open on New Year's Eve), Hilary, Amy and I picked up (slightly drunken) Dave and Sean from a hockey game ("We got free beer!"), and went round to Kurt's and Nina's for a party. I walked home at 1:20, and got home at about 2:10, quite cold, with wet circles on my upper arms, as I was wearing Hilary's vest and had managed to get both arms inside, so I just got wet head, legs, and where the armholes were.
It was raining all the time I was walking, and has rained several times over the last few days, so one would expect that the snow would be melting, but I don't think it is. The roads just keep getting we and then freezing. The rain just melts the top crust of the un-cleared paths and then freezes.But at least it's not snowing, right?


I woke up this morning to see all the bits that were black last night were once again white.
How long has it been now?
Looking back through blog posts (a blog is handy for looking up when stuff happened!) tells me it first snowed the night of December 12th, which was three weeks ago almost. It seems like so much longer, but I can't wait for spring when the days get longer again.
While at Kurt's and Nina's last night, a song came on the radio that Sean said he really liked, but Amy didn't. I never listen to the radio, so had never heard it. I liked the lyrics, "Are we humans, or are we dancers?" (it reminds me of the Safety Dance), but not anything else about it. Nobody could remember who sings it.
When I got home I found my torrent of The Killers' new album had finished downloading. I was quite excited to find they had a new album out (I stumbled across it on Amazon's homepage), as I really like their music. I didn't expect their second album to be good, but it was. I don't like "Day and Age" though (and I think that's a really unimaginative title) - it just doesn't have the atmosphere that their first two had. It's not indie anymore, it's dance. That compressed keyboard sound has been replaced with a drum loop. "Humans" sounds like the stuff Trent FM used to play at 1 am on Saturday night - club music.
Well, at least we've still got Arcade Fire, and they've still got atmosphere (please don't tell me if they've released a new album and it sounds like country).
Coldplay will always be good though - they just will. They've changed - Parachutes was very acousticy and, if I was a critic I'd probably say raw. Rush still had little electronic interferance, X&Y got less acousticy and is probably my least favourite (but I still like it), and Viva has a completely different sound to it. It is one of them albums that is an album, and not a collection of songs in a random order - the songs flow together, with instrumental bits here and there (almost an opus?) and, unlike earlier albums, the music seems to have more prominence than the lyrics. I read in a Mike Oldfield interview once that when he was trying to sell Tubular Bells, the first record company that wanted it told him they'd only take it if he put lyrics to it - I imagine it would be a bit like Viva, with the vocals complimenting the music, almost like another instrument.
But I don't what I'm talking about - I don't know music, so It's about time I shut up now.

While talking about the damn snow the other day, Hilary asked if anyone had heard "the new song called Blueberry Hill". That would be Violet Hill that was released in June - but it is a very snowy song.