Friday, January 20, 2006

The Georgia Aquarium

It's a big fish tank. No, it's a huge fish tank.

Georgia Aquarium is the largest aquarium in the world. Largest in water volume and largest in size . There is 8 million gallons of water in it's tanks. That's a lot of water. It's not regular water of course, it's salt water, 900 tons of salt is added to the 78 degree water, 6 million gallons of which is recycled every 90 minutes through 61 miles of pipes (that's the length of the 285 highway around Atlanta!).

The building itself is gigantic. Shaped like a huge ship, we entered through a hull entrance after passing under a security wand and after checking my Victorinox pocket knife. (No fishing allowed.) The building itself is 550,000 square feet of space (that's 13 acres!).

What keeps all the water in place? Well for the Ocean Voyager Exhibit, where the whale sharks and Beluga whales swim, a 263' x 126' x 33' piece of acrylic two feet thick weighing 120 tons shipped in from Japan does. This exhibit is the largest in the U.S. There are five beluga whales, two males from Mexico and three females from NY.

In the largest live coral reef in the U.S. there is "cultured live rocks." These are concrete reef shelfs that were colonized with plants and animals in Fiji for a year. Then they were shipped to Atlanta for the opening.

We had to buy tickets ahead of time through their web site and had to specify at one hour time of arrival. Their web site is patchy and it has some glitches. For example it went down a few times while making the reservation. Then I tried to change my time slot but the phone menu kept sending me in circles and there was not response to my email. What a pain.

I had already eaten ('cause I didn't want to drool on the fish displays) but the rest of our crew hadn't. So we made a bee line for the cafe where a chocolate desert cake cost $4.50! We couldn't find any seats so Ruth stood while eating her pizza. Finally we found a table. It was then that it occured to me, they don't serve any fish sticks for lunch.

After 45 minutes I was ready to see some fish. Grover turned to me and said: "We've been here an hour and I still haven't seen any fish!"

Yeah, let's get moving.

...dave
“Last year I went fishing with Salvador Dali. He was using a dotted line. He caught every other fish.” -Steven Wright

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Gifts from Sister

I picked up my sister and her family tonight at the airport. They are in town for a few days.

Whenever I have to pick someone up from the airport I usually head down there early, hang out in Borders or Barnes & Nobles and wait for their phone call.

They were early and the weather was cold. So when I got the phone call I dashed to fetch them.

When we got home she gave gifts all around. I got some great books as gifts and Eric got Cube World.

Cube World are cubes with digital stick figures that do tricks. There are four different types, one with a ball, another with a rope another with a dog and another with stick. The cubes interact too. If you put the dog and the stick cube guys together, one will throw a stick and the dog will fetch it. Very cool.

I'd never heard of these guys. They are fantastic. You need a set on your desk at work or home. One of the blogs I read said that one guy bought 16 cubes and stacked them. Then the stick figure at the top did budgie jumping through the cubes. That's what he said, no lie. I still don't believe it and I ain't getting 16 cubes at $30 a pop.

Anyway, here are some things we tried:

We place the cube on it's side and the digital stick man tried to push it back by leaning on the wall.

We put the cubes next to each other and the one man knocked on his wall where a door opened and he walked into the next cube! Then the two guys started to wrestle.

I guess there are 100 different things each one does. We'll need to collect the whole set.

Of course, I knew ahead of time what kind of gift Matthew would like. Grandpa is really going to like this gift too.

...dave
"The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in seeing with new eyes." -Marcel Proust

Monday, January 16, 2006

The Shower Cube

I've talked previously about the cube resizing at the Enterprise here and here. Trouble is, some folks have "reports." That means "people report to them" in Enterprise-speak. Now, how to you discuss things privately with these folks if you only have a cube? It used to be you had an office where you could close a windowed door to discuss their performance. But now with the cube resize what do you do?

Introducing the cube with a door. That's right. Now if you want privacy you just close your door and you can discuss with your reports all the private issues they are having. Never mind it's a cube without ceilings and sound barriers. Frankly it's ridiculous.

So as a public statement, one or our managers decided that the door looked more like a shower curtain and so he decorated accordingly.

....dave
Police-mentality planners design workplaces the way they would prisons: optimized for containment at minimal cost. -Tom DeMarco

Sunday, January 15, 2006

A Visit to Chinatown

We decided to go on over to Chinatown to practice...

(You can read all about our Trip to China in April 2006 and/or the preparation.)

...dave
Life is good, without it we'd all be dead. -Hannah

Friday, January 13, 2006

The Ice Lady

She wears a metallic jacket of gold embroidery. Her arctic-black pants are perfect plates of ice sheets meeting at a crease of a razor's edge. Her angular features are chiseled out of cold marble.

Speaking of her employees, she said: "All I have to do is give them a 60 day severance and I'm legally protected."

As the icy vapor left her mouth and swirled through the room, I shivered, some froze. Those that she'd sever were in the room.

No one attempted to thaw the frosty words. I braced as she gave me her glacial stare. She sliced through the room with ice-dagger eyes, challenging contenders.

There were none.

...dave
We are what and where we are because we have first imagined it... -Donald Curtis

Thursday, January 12, 2006

The Art Studio

As I mentioned in a previous blog, we got invited to an Art and Poetry Coffee House. Tonight we heard some excellent talent, that is, besides my own.

I can't begin to reprint the 50 poems read tonight or show you pictures of the artwork we saw. But I can tell you it was humbling to realize there are other talented people besides myself. Who would have thought?

Some displayed photography, others pencil or charcoal, still others paintings. There was even some cubist artwork there tonight. Impressive.

Many dressed in the '60s beatnik style, in all black. No one clapped, we all just snapped. Some poems were funny, other touching, and still others brought tears. There was one poem from a young man about his father. It was about how he respected his father even though the father abandoned the family when he was just a baby. It was about how he wished things were different but he was making the best of it. Very moving.

Our friends rented The Art Studio. The chairs were arranged on risers and small TV trays with battery lamps were located amonst them. I guess we listened to 50 or so poems.

If you like poetry, check out my not-so-serious site called: gotVerse? Or if you are a serious poet, try my buddy Mark Pringle's site. He gives out cash prizes for the contest winners.

...dave
A poet is someone who is astonished by everything.

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Interesting Stories

Ah, it's been a few days but still the blog lives. Lots of folks are hitting this site looking for more.

Here's a couple of silly things:

Green pigs that glow in the dark.
Cy, the one eyed cat (It's not a hoax!)

...dave
"A dog is a dog, a bird is a bird, and a cat is a person." -Mugsy Peabody

Sunday, January 08, 2006

Stop Asking Me Stupid Questions

I'm so tired of people asking me stupid questions. Like, for example, at a craft shop:

"Would you like to join our membership website?"

"Ah, no thanks."

"You can get great discounts and we'll notify you of store specials!"

"No."

"Okay, is that all then?"

"Yes, it's all. If it weren't all I'd still be roaming this store mindlessly. But here I stand in this cashier's line, while you asked each and every person if they want to join your membership, and all I want to do is give you my money and pay for this stuff. Here I stand in front of you now, stop asking me stupid questions and take my money!"

"Will that be cash or charge?"

Arrrggggghhh!

Even at the pump I'm asked endless questions about my purchase. Just yesterday, after inserting my card into the pump, it asked: "Zip code?" Why in the world would the pump care where my house is? I'm in a car, obviously needing gas. Stop asking me stupid questions!

So I punched in my zip, but then it asked what type of gas I wanted. Some young people take this stuff for granted but in the old days you just drove up to the pump with the correct octane. You didn't have to think, once you got to the right pump. In fact, the guy at the station pumped your gas while you listened to your radio. But that's another issue.

Now they pump all the different types of gas through the same hose. My point is, now you have answer stupid questions these ignorant machines keep asking. Come on, can't the machines tell what kind of gas my car needs? I just gave it my credit card! I use it to pay my car insurance. That means I can only be driving one of two cars. Everyone knows a Porsche requires high octane. So stop asking me dumb questions!

Anyway I dispensed the gas and returned the nozzle. But then the real questions began:

"Would you like a discounted car wash?"

NO! (Where is the NO key?)

Every pump has a different keypad configuration. Sometimes the NO is located at the left, sometimes at the right. Where is the NO? I found the NO. I pushed it.

"Would you like to purchase something from our convenience mart?"

NO!

"Does this complete your purchase?"

NO, I mean YES. (Shoot, where is the YES button. I'm going to blow a gasket.)

"Do you want a printed receipt?"

NO! NO! NO! Stop these silly questions, please. I'll do anything. I'll pay more per gallon. Anything!

Stop it, stop it, stop it!

Stop this madness!

...dave
My advice to you is not to inquire why or whither, but just enjoy your ice cream while it's on your plate -- that's my philosophy. -Thornton Wilder from The Skin of Our Teeth, 1942

Friday, January 06, 2006

Atlanta Botanical Gardens

Ruth and Eric have been gone these past few days. They went to the snow to have fun. I'm home alone, nuking old dinners and doing laundry. Poor me.

So after work I decided to check out the Atlanta Botanical Gardens. They've got some awesome orchids. I went with another photographer who grows orchids and knows their origins and scientific names. He visits so often he has a membership.

John took me through the hot houses. The temperature in Atlanta tonight is in the 30s but once I walked into the conservatory I felt as though I deplaned in Hawaii. The fragrance in the Tropical Rotunda is absolutely hypnotizing. I hear cars and trains outside, noises of the city, but when I close the door behind me and immerse myself into this orchid world, nothing else matters. I've entered paradise.

Everywhere I look I see orchids in ever color, purple, orange, red, peach, and multi-colored. Some are large and spindly, others are small and trumpet shaped. What an amazing variety.

I set up to take some pictures. What's cool about the new digital is, I immediately see what my picture looks like. I can even use the "loupe tool" built into the camera for zooming in on key areas to ensure sharpness. Very cool. I didn't even have to pack film! Nor did I even worry about how many pictures I'm taking. Looking down at the controls tells me I have 373 more images available on the 512 memory card.

Just for fun I snapped on my manual focus macro lens for a close up. It worked fine. After selling all my prime lenses, my bag has gotten much lighter too. The only snag I can see with this digital stuff is battery power. If I run out of battery, I'm sunk. Touring without a camera is like swimming with baggy clothes on. It's possible but extremely difficult.

...dave
"I hate cameras. They are so much more sure than I am about everything." -John Steinbeck quotes

Thursday, January 05, 2006

Disappearing Water

I've always been fascinated by magic acts. I decided yesterday that I'd figure out how to make water disappear. So while at a friend's going away party I "performed" the trick.

It's a simple script. Since I'd never done it before an audience (there were about 15 of us), I could use the excuse that I may not get it exactly right.

I started with three red plastic cups. One cup, full of water, was handed to me by someone in the audience. That way no one can claim it was some trick water or something. I asked for a volunteer from the audience. What better candidate than the one going away? Iko was a willing subject.

I asked her to show her cup to the audience, while I did the same. Next, I received the cup of water and dumped it into a second cup, the volunteer's cup. Next I dumped it into my own cup and placed a 4x6 flash card over the top. Then I inverted the cup holding the card very tight against the lip of the cup which was now upside down.

I asked my volunteer to hold the cup on her head very tightly. She was very obedient. She did so. It was at this point that things got a little crazy. I'd forgotten where I had put the directions for the next move. I checked my pockets and looked down at the floor. Finally I noticed a 4x6 card sitting on my volunteer's head. I yanked the card out from under the cup and acted as though I was reading it.

Next I lifted the cup from the volunteer's head and presto, the water was gone.

They were amazed. I was too.

Next time I can't act so amazed, I think it scares the audience.

This all reminds me about a disappearing trick I did back in the early '80s. The shot above was actually a double exposure. First I cut out a piece of cardboard in a circle. Then I cut the circle in half. Next I took two shots; one with me in the chair and the cardboard filter hiding the lower half. Then I took a picture without me in it.

Fun stuff.

...dave
You know what a camera is? A mirror with memory.

Audio Blog

How about this, audio on a blog. Now I can add audio links to the blog. You can you read the text, look at the pictures, and listen to sound. This is very cool. I guess.

Audio post
My Odeo Channel
...dave

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

Foggy Mornings

It's been foggy these last few days. Of course, I leave so early I never really notice it until the sun comes up during coffee.

This morning I went in later and caught this picture with the new digital. The unusual thing about this picture is that the horse was way off in the distance. When I raised the camera up to my eye he started sauntering over to me. I took several images of him as he got closer thinking that eventually he's stop and I'd take the best picture. But I was surprised to see him come right up to me and stick his nose into my lens. I had to back up a bit to put some distance between us.

Horses are magnificent creatures. Such power poised behind a quiet gentleness.

...dave
You can lead a horse to water but you can't make it drink.
Or a variation . . .
You can throw a corpse into water but you can't make it sink.

Monday, January 02, 2006

Japanise Dishes

Wow! What fantastic food!

Yuki and Miko invited us over for a typical Japanese meal last evening. Many of the dishes reminded me of my mother-in-law's cooking. But each of these dishes take great preparation. Each was prepared and presented perfectly. For example, the egg sushi was presented in a flower painted lacquer box.

They also invited some friends that were visiting from Japan. Jim and Shirley, their landlords, also came down for the meal. (Yuki and Miko rent the downstairs apartment from them.)

Now, Jim is a meat and potatoes kind of guy. His diet reminds me of what my dad likes to eat. Jim works in an auto-body repair shop beating on fenders and radiators. He's been in several motorcycle and car crashes when he was a kid. (One time he told me about waking up just after an accident. His car was wrapped around a telephone pole. He looked down at the Buick's metal dashboard and saw two concave impressions where his knees had been. If you get Jim to tell you some of his stories, you'll wonder how he's still alive. Jim's a man's man.) Anyway, I was very interested in how he was going to handle all this sushi stuff. It's a very different kind food. But he was great. Miko even showed him the ancient Japanese tea ceremony. Jim performed it perfectly.

After dinner and before desert we entertained ourselves with origami and a great discussion about lotus plant root. (One of the plants used in our meal.) Then we got to show our guests some table tricks.

Over the years we've collected several table tricks. So after dinner Ruth entertained us with her chopstick pickup trick. Here's how you set it up:

1) Snap a disposable chopstick in half (leave the wood connected)
2) Break the other chopstick cleanly in half
3) Form a tripod by leaning the single halved chopstick against the snapped V-shaped chopstick
3) With an unbroken single chopstick try to pick up the entire tripod (no hands please)

While she was occupying them with that table trick, I was setting up the toothpick star. Here's how to set it up:

1) Snap five toothpicks at the center (leave the halves connected)
2) Place them in a star formation on the smooth table
3) Apply a single droplet of water at it's center
(Works best with flat toothpicks.)

All had a good time guessing how to pickup the chopstick tripod. But the evening was not over.
When Eric was young we used to do light painting photography. It's easy to do with a manual camera. You set it for BULB (or hold the shutter open) and have someone "write" a word using a flashlight. Then finish with a flash. Here's an image of me writing my name using a Mini Mag Lite. What makes this tricky for the writer is that they must write backward since they are facing the camera. I've done this many times with my old manual equipment but wanted to try with my new Nikon digital D70.

I thought it would be kind of cool to have one of our Japanese guests "light paint" their name in their own language. Hiro volunteered and here you see a Japanese character for "Hiro." Remember, this is not for the backward challenged. In order for the picture to come out correctly (at least without Photoshop) you have to write your name backward. After some brief instructions in English and translated into Japanese, Hiro did a great job! Thanks Hiro.

Hiro and his sister also helped the boys write their names in Japanese. Jason, Eric's friend from Hawaii, has been learning Japanese for two years. He is Okinawan and has a Japanese name but has never learned to write it. Ruth's Japanese name, Sumiko, is pictured here. What beautiful calligraphy.

After a bowl of sweet brown bean soup and mochi (rice cake) we finally had to say goodbye.

...dave
If you don't go into the cave of the tiger, how are you going to get its cub? -Chinese Proverb
Nothing ventured, nothing gained. -English Proverb

Sunday, January 01, 2006

Why 365 Journal Entries?

This was just an experiment. An experiment in writing.

If you're going to improve your writing what better way than writing daily. If you have a mini-deadline of a daily post, even better.

Most self-help books will tell you that writing daily, regardless of the subject, is the way to improve your writing skills. All writers write daily, are compelled to write daily. Maybe it's some kind of disease or a curse.

I didn't just want to write drivel (although it turned out that way), I wanted to write interesting stuff for people to read. The goal was to take subjects that people may not initially be interested in and try to make them absorbing. Tell a story. Everyone likes a story. I do.

Sometimes I found that pictures helped. Just a small stamp-sized picture can capture interest and draw people in to the story, at least enough to read the first line. So the blog went from simply just text to text and a picture.

Who goes there?

How can I tell if people are coming back to the blog? By the number of hits on the page. I found out early on that if I registered with Google's Ad-Aware program, they'd keep the statistics for me. I can go online anytime to see how many hits the blogs are getting per day, week, or month.

For example, the last month of the blog (December 2005), Google recorded 953 hits. The first month, January 2005, there were 562 hits. Some months only showed 200 hits. Over the year there were 7,178 visit's to the blogs. That's nothing, most sites get that in a minute.

And that was another part of the experiment, would I be able to see an appreciable increase in traffic? If I kept the post interesting (i.e. embellished), would people come back for more? Back when paper was the only means of communication, sales distribution was the only way to tell if readers enjoyed what you wrote. You'd only know after you went through the effort to write, print, and distribute. Today, monitoring hits on a web page is easy and free.

This wasn't really meant to be some scientific experiment. But really, unlike years ago, publishing today is simple. Everyone does it. The volume of reading material on the Internet is staggering. Instead of having a few people write columns in a small town newspaper, we have millions publishing daily, hourly, by the minute. But what are they writing about?

Content

It's mostly drivel (and I include myself in this). Try this. Click on the Next Blog button on the upper bar of this page. Read the first paragraph of the next random blog Google serves up. Count the number of sites in the next 10 that you actually can read. Then count the number that are enjoyable to read. Most is drivel. Nothing really. You'll find run-on sentences and poor punctuation, if any punctuation at all. You'll find abbreviations that are impossible to understand. Often the writer provides no capitalization, which could at least give a hint of when the next sentence starts. It's hard reading, at least to me.

Of course, most of the blogs are not intended for anyone other then themselves or maybe a friend or two. Point is, it's public. Comparing blogs to the old days of paper publishing, imagine if everyone wrote a random paragraph and had it printed in the New York Times each day. That's the equivalent of what's on the blogs.

Comments

Initially I got excited about all the comments I was receiving from the blog. I set up the blog to send me comments by email as soon as someone posted them. Then I began to notice a pattern. Each time I posted a new entry, comments were posted almost immediately. How can this be? What is happening?

Looking more closely at the comments revealed that they were all similar. They'd go something like: Enjoyed your blog, now check out mine. All of the comments contained links to their sites. The language sounded almost mechanical, if insincere. Then I realized that these are auto-posted comments.

Popularity on the web is similar to school. The more people that know your name, the greater your status. It's the same way on the web. The more traffic you get on your site the higher the rating and the greater potential to sell products. Auto-poster software can monitor blogs and automatically post a comment with their own link to route people to their site. Their web of influence becomes greater. They are the electronic equivalent of parasites in the animal kingdom. I had to disable comments.

Blogger fixed this with the requirement to verify using a "captcha." I explain it here. Once fixed, I enabled comments again.

But all in all this was a fun experiment.

...dave
Every experiment proves something. If it doesn't prove what you wanted it to prove, it proves something else. -Einstein