Nonviable.
Monday, February 3rd, 2020
I’m trying to imagine the meetings at MSNBC and CNN where the producers say “okay, we’re not going to have any tangible results to report until late in the evening Eastern Time, but somehow, people, we’ve got to come on the air and carry prime time with gusto and energy.”
It’s probably easier to succeed with content, but the cable news folks have decided that a squad…make that a large squad of hyperactive young reporters, pulled from the ranks of interns and producers, will economically lift the broadcasts up and, even as the lower-third graphics report “Awaiting First Iowa Results”, they will zip around high school auditoriums, hypercaffeinated and super camera-savvy: “Here, these three, you’re for Pete, right? And…” (zipping over to the other corner) “…you were for Amy before but not now and…”
And, well, I hit the mute button and contemplate how much this exercise will really affect the 2020 election which, I’m sorry, still feels several months away.
Instead, I commend to you Adam Schiff’s closing remarks today in the Senate (this is the whole 25 minutes. There are shorter clips elsewhere, but this really holds together as oratory for our times.)
Identify.
Sunday, February 2nd, 2020
There’s a volunteer we’ve encountered before at the Atlanta Botanical Garden who sets out an array of seeds, pods, cones, and, well, I guess, seed-like-thingies, and he (depending on your questions, interest, and/or attention span) challenges you to identify them or helps you guess them or simply tells you what they are.
Encountering this display with Sammy always gives me a quiet smile, because for her, this isn’t much of a challenge. But she’s also polite and friendly and she spent some time this sunny afternoon going through them with the volunteer guy…again.
She knows her trees and the stuff that comes out of trees in their quest for reproduction. Me, I dropped Biology in high school, but she grew up learning these diagnostically and taxonomically at the hand of parents who exposed her to lots and lots of growing stuff outdoors.
I did get Liriodendron Tulipifera right, however. Tulip Poplar. There’s a big one in our back yard, and darned if it doesn’t drop that stuff. And it’s one of the first trees she taught me three decades ago.
Second month.
Saturday, February 1st, 2020
I can report a certain sense of relief now that the calendar has turned over and we are in the second month of 2020. February! Not quite spelled like it is pronounced! Garden month of…well, not the northern hemisphere. Wellspring of positivity!
I like how this traffic cam picture, from GDOT via WSB-TV’s website, has a helpful yellow arrow.
On the other hand, a truck with 8500 gallons of fuel rear-ended a silver Volkswagen on I-85 just north of the perimeter and flipped several times this morning. The resulting fire and fuel dump drained into the sewer system, causing multiple underground explosions. Truck driver and VW driver were killed.
Atlanta. City of freeways. City of freeway-proximate conflagrations.
Grandiose.
Friday, January 31st, 2020
It was a cold and rainy day in Atlanta, and, judging from my sampling of YouTube live cameras (hey, who isn’t fascinated by a railroad crossing in a tiny town in northwest Ohio—LIVE!) it was a fairly scuzzy day for lots of folks across North America.
So we went up to Lenox Square and walked around some. Strolled…nah, briskly walked past open portals of commerce, all with a faintly desperate “won’t you PLEASE come in and SPEND some money” vibe that really doesn’t do much for me.
And then there’s the Lenox Apple Store, where I watched one hipstery sales person (there’s probably an Apple-approved term that sounds a lot better, but that’s what I have at this hour) leaning casually on the very very expensive new Mac Pro, discussing it with folks who had a bit of an interest in video production, but who were clearly not jaded ex-professionals like me.
An image I created displayed on the $4999 Pro Display XDR, ($1000 stand extra.)
I kind of wanted to say “Hey dude, don’t lean on the equipment”, but it was his shop, not mine.
Then I heard another employee behind me discussing the pricing of a MacBook Pro plus a fancy monitor as being “about 70 grand.” The customer started to wilt and I wheeled around and interjected “You mean 7 grand. 7 thousand dollars.”
Uh, yeah, whatever. If you have to ask. And as the leaning guy said, “we’re backordered on all of these anyway.”
Unaccountable.
Thursday, January 30th, 2020
Sorry to keep diving into the news of political Washington, but let’s face it, the President has been impeached and is on trial, and we are being dragged through what I’m increasingly seeing as a deeply flawed system that allows our executive branch to tilt alarmingly and semi-permanently toward one that is absolute, monarchical, and, sadly, incapable of being counterposed or corrected by the other two branches.
Will we figure out how to fix this? Sure is hard to say.
Russia, if you’re listening…
Wednesday, January 29th, 2020
if you’re listening to the President’s representatives in the well of the Senate…well, they’re trying to put forth a theory of a President being immune, immune, immune because committing criminal acts as a way of adding to his power or getting re-elected is good for the country as a whole.
Because…why? He’s the sun king? He’s the state writ golden?
Nah, he’s a hoodlum.
Dissenting on the wall.
Tuesday, January 28th, 2020
We had something to pick up from the library next door (our branch is being rebuilt so we’re on a tour of neighboring Atlanta Fulton Library branches.) And I read that an exhibition based on a book by Milton Glaser and Mirko Ilić called The Design of Dissent was in its last weeks at MODA—the Museum of Design Atlanta, check it out when you’re in town.
So we went in and breathed deeply and enjoyed the energy and I daresay it cleansed the palette a bit. No wait, That’s cleansed the palate, right? A palette is something that…designers and artists use. Hmmm.
The ‘expanded edition’ of their book has this subtitle: Greed, Nationalism, Alternative Facts, and the Resistance.
There was some powerful work and some powerful inspiration here. Ironically, the images with George W. or Reagan seemed like cries for help from another era. Eh, I guess that’s about right.
More recalibration is called for.
Uncalibrated.
Monday, January 27th, 2020
The news cycle the past 48 hours was dominated by the death of basketball star Kobe Bryant, his daughter, and the still fairly anonymous “others.” Very sad that they died in that way (as sad as when anyone perishes in a flying machine that for whatever reasons, is being operated out of its safety zone.)
But how the event was reported is a sign of how the American press seems to struggle with calibration. Somehow the emotional component of the story (and certainly, there is one) overwhelms the story itself. In this age of internet-transmitted misinformation, the story of the crash has to somehow transcend the inaccurate reporting that seems to be flung automatically and simultaneously now when, well, when anything happens.
So the young reporters, raised in a more fragile age with a toolkit seemingly sorely lacking in nuance and quiet nouns and adjectives, pull out all the stops, declaring Bryant iconic (because they don’t seem to have any words for “really really really significant in modern American culture.” So he of course is iconic, and, because they like to turn “impact” into a clumsy adjective, his effect on the world was super impactful. They try to communicate profound impact, but they struggle, since the real impact has not really come into focus yet. This is a big story, yes. And it’s vying for pixels and airtime admidst impeachment and coronavirus and a national election and grammy awards and since reporters only have a limited toolbox, and they’re feeling emotional, they communicate those emotions, leaving the sparser facts (at this point) somewhat muffled in their wake.
And now, in day two, the system churns as it does, and we see tweets like “BBB Warns of Clickbait Scams After Kobe Bryant Tragedy.” “NBA: Petition to Change The NBA Logo.” “The Mossad Killed Kobe Bryant.” WHAT!?
This is how news and its toxic byproducts arrive now, screaming and overinflated and far far away from telling a real sober story of the deceased, among them the extremely famous dad, his daughter, a baseball coach, his wife and daughter, an assistant girls basketball coach, a mother and daughter…who came along for a tragic ride. Oh, and the pilot. They all were real people, with flaws and inspiring characteristics I’m sure, but we probably won’t get a calibrated look at all of that for quite a while while the noise settles down.
The San Antonio Spurs just tweeted “There are no words that can describe how everybody feels.” Well, yeah, exactly. So maybe we should just be quiet for a bit and let those emotions and feelings wash over people individually…and silently.
When the modern journalistic toolbox fails you, go back to first principles. What happened? To Who? When? Where? and when we know, Why?
Television, the miracle explained.
Saturday, January 25th, 2020
We watched an old (a 13 year old!) episode of 30 Rock tonight where Jack Donaghy complimented Kenneth, the NBC Page: “I wish I had your passion for television.”
I think my passion for television is more than a half-century out-of-date and focused in the technical nooks and crannies, far from the spotlights and stars. TV for me was science blended with design and entertainment, with just a touch of magic and good luck.
In recent days I came across these two parts of a stunningly old documentary that attempts to explain the technical side of ‘The Miracle of Television,’ set at Portland station KPTV in the mid 1960s. It was uploaded to YouTube by ‘doggies2009‘, ask for him? her? by name.
Here’s part one. Here’s part two.
It’s…best experienced under the influence of…something strong. From the perky fake needle-drop music to the authoritative narration of Blaine Hanks, this documentary…well, it’s not awful. It is accurate, and it most definitely is of a time. A time when I was less than 10 years old. A time when I thought the idea of live television entering the huge turrets of a gigantic camera and pouring out into our living room was miraculous indeed.
The Parallax View.
Friday, January 24th, 2020
I spent a while this afternoon listening to this podcast (caution, very geeky and behind-the-scenes) that discussed new techniques for shooting that involve environments that are projected on really big, really high res, all-but-cycloramic LED panels that encircle the actors, casting enough light that if the scene on the screen is “outdoors”, the bounce and fill and reflections and all of that stuff are just as they should be. Sunlight is sunlight, casting shadows! An overcast day is diffuse and low-key.
But the thing with flat cycs is that when you move the camera closer, higher, lower, or any which way in relation to the backdrop, it doesn’t change the way the world really does when you look out the window of your house. Move a foot to the right, and you see parts of what was behind your car, and the house across the street shifts to show you just a tad more of the tree that’s behind it.
So, with the help of massive GPU units reminiscent of the highest-end video games, this system tracks the position of the camera within “the volume” along with all kinds of lens data and changes perspective and parallax correctly on the fly. You get closer to the wall, you “see” more peeking out from around the foreground. That is some very, very sophisticated math to handle in real time.
The production which is the latest to make use (extensive use) of this approach is Disney’s The Mandalorian, and the podcast above is an interview with Baz Idoine, one of the show’s cinematographers—the directors of photography.
Two images from a tweet by the CBC (@THECBCYT)
The cinematographer works with the 3d modelers and “lights” the scene that is then displayed on the LED cyclorama, and that’s a lot of the work done right there. Set-up is (ultimately) faster, the results can be seamless, and when you’re shooting a series about a bounty hunter in a reflective helmet, getting “real” reflections is a big bonus too.
This is an evolution of technology that started with the films Gravity, Rogue One, and First Man, but we’re reaching the point where it’s not novel, it’s (almost?) convenient.
You can read a lot more about this new tech here, and I’m looking forward to the latest? next? issue of American Cinematographer, which apparently examines this in great detail.
[UPDATE: No, the article is in ICG Magazine’s Feb-Mar 2020 issue. ICG is the journal of the International Cinematographer’s Guild. Great article.]
Clearly, I’m fascinated by this. I would love to spend an afternoon on a ladder in a studio watching these folks make this work.
Desktop.
Thursday, January 23rd, 2020
The Enterprise, my brother’s comic persona, a burst section of pex pipe, NAB souvenirs, taconite pellets, the Jupiter 2, a roll of quarters for the laundry…and the Robot.
Mistagged.
Wednesday, January 22nd, 2020
I’ve had social accounts that share words and pictures, and I’ve tried to be diligent about tagging them with appropriate little nuggets of text so that when others click on them, they will get to enjoy a vast collection of perfectly curated Instawhatevers or Flickapics or Twitterverbs.
Unfortunately, I’ve discovered that some people:
- Have a different idea of what a three letter acronym or a short word means when I do, or…
- Simply are sloppy with their tags, plastering the same chunk over a vast number of pictures that may or may not be relevant to anything.
They may simply be younger, hipper, or live in a very different universe than the one I inhabit. But hey, any world that I’m welcome to is better than the one I come from (thank you Steely Dan.)
Let’s start with one I tagged when I shot a distinctive pavement marking just the other day:
- ZFS. Every right-thinking computer geek knows this is a file system for (primarily) UNIX-based machines. Instagram seems to have a lot of pics related to the ‘Z Fit Studio’ which offers power weights and zumba.
- VTR. This stands for Videotape Recorder. You know, those large things that..uh..record television on videotape? The big brother to VCRs. But again Instagram seems to be burdened with a bunch of pictures of something called a Citroen C4 VTR. The VTR brand doesn’t even show up on Citroen’s Wikipedia page, but an Irish car blog says “VTR is simply a Citroen trim level, and indicates a car in the middle of the range — well-equipped, but not the most expensive version.” Yeah, well, that’s not this:
- Sohio. Ladies and gentlemen. This is the Standard Oil Company of Ohio, accept no substitutes. Sohio stations absolutely saturated the Ohio landscape in the 1960s and 1970s, until the early 80s when they were subsumed into BP Oil.
Yet, annoyingly, a country-ish band based in Ohio decided, har de har har, to call themselves ‘Sohio,’ and subsequently, a brewery in Columbus, the state capital, put out some kind of beer called Sohio Stout, both of which sound like a lawsuit waiting to happen. Thus, the Instagram tag page has all kinds of odd stuff including italian olives (!?) and hip-hop dudes and, well, it’s a mess. Please, please, think of the Sohio-seeking children. Or late-night-surfing geezers trying to reconnect with the 1970s. Please.
I’ll spare you most of the others, but suffice it to say that Penn Central is a defunct railroad, Chyron and Vidifont are two pieces of ancient TV technology to put words on the screen (NOT the lower third banners themselves!) and GVG is a brand of video switcher. They deserve their uniqueness in the tagosphere.
Distargeted.
Tuesday, January 21st, 2020
The vast, vast world of the streaming contentverse. So many choices. So many chances to see antiheroes, vast ensemble casts of unlikable protagonists, and the maiming and the martial arts kicks and the vehicular chases that defy the laws of physics…phew.
In other words, I’m not finding a lot for us to watch.
The easy answer is: we’re aging out of the demographic. But hey, wait, we have disposable income! We’re in the market for cool things, not just Medicare supplemental insurance! Those numbers people should be wanting to target us even now!
Eh, maybe not. I’ll just have to sift more diligently through the trailers and the pre-rolling app blipverts and mentions scattered throughout the web for possibles.
Rainbow connection.
Sunday, January 19th, 2020
My dear partner of some 30 years and my fellow blogger Sammy would handle a day like today in a concise, vivid way. She would discuss that we went on a walk in the neighborhood on a day that was very cold (especially in the shadows) and very windy pretty much everywhere we weren’t sheltered by tall structures.
One of the best places to be wind-sheltered and still outside is the Old Fourth Ward Park, just south of the Ponce City Market, which in turn is just across Ponce from our Whole Foods and Home Depot, which in turn is just a fence and a parking lot south from the Trader Joe’s we frequent. There, in a nutshell, is a lot of our Frequently Accessed Infrastructure, and the Atlanta BeltLine runs down the eastern edge of all of it, and on a weekend, that means we commune with our neighbors as we stroll and are passed by hurtling bicycles and prancing joggers aplenty. A-plenty.
So, as I said, Sammy would cover this in a tenth as many words, and she’d poetically call your attention to the visual highlight of the day, which would probably be this fine rainbow viewed from the south edge of the O4W Park fountain, spattered into a fine mist by the winds that made it into the recesses of the park’s ponds/lakes/drainage.
But today, it was our walk and thus our shared rainbow moment. Nice.
