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Monday, June 26, 2006
Just now, I'm sneaking a break from packing and cleaning. Tomorrow is D-Day. And by D-Day, I mean Tuesday. And by Tuesday, I mean the day that we leave for our summer trip. And by the day that we leave for our summer trip, I mean Tuesday.
Sunday, June 25, 2006
In other news, I was watching the TV news last night. At one point, the anchor said that a woman jumped 43 stories to her death (quite horrific). The anchor went on to say that a medical examiner would determine the exact cause of death.
Let's be serious. I wasn't even there and I can tell the exact cause of death. You didn't even hear about it first hand, and you can determine the exact cause of death. There are times when beaurocracy leads to good things. Other times, it's just stupid.
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Friday, June 23, 2006
Today is Sarah's last day of school. Soon we start traveling. I may not have access to an internet connection for a while. I probably won't be able to post pictures for at least a month; though I will be experimenting with posting pictures straight from my cell phone.
I played my last day of Friday morning basketball until August. We had a lot of guys, but I ended up on a stacked team and never lost (and never really sit out much). I played well and finished with a long, swished 3 to win the last game. Woo hoo.
Thursday, June 22, 2006
A famous photographer was once invited to dinner by a famous chef. The photographer brought along his portfolio so that he and the chef might have something to converse about before the meal was served. The chef was enthralled by the beautifal photos and complimented them profusly, finally adding, "...and you must have a very nice camera." Later that evening, the two dined. The photographer had never tasted food quite so exquisite. He complimented the chef, saying, "This pasta is spectacular; you must have very nice pots."
And it's true (and funny). You'd never hear someone say, "What a great painting, that guy must have nice brushes." Or, "Did you see that sculpture? The clay must be fantastic." While it is quite true that a nice camera will often lead to great shots, the two aren't mutually exclusive. A great camera can take terrible photos, and a one-time-use, throw-away can take a masterpiece (or so the advertisements would suggest). In my opinion, photography has three important aspects: 1) A technical understanding of both the equipment and its relation to the process of exposure (i.e., the relation of light to the lens), 2) An understanding of composition (i.e., what makes a scene appealing to the eye, and 3) Timing/dumb luck (i.e., being in the right place at the right time).
That said, it's quite true that you can do more with an expensive camera than you can with a cheapo model (that's why I use one that's worth more than everything else I own, combined--but this is true mostly because the rest of my stuff is not worth much...), but there's truly nothing that can beat proper exposure and an interesting composition, no matter the vehicle. Still, photography is a differnent animal because literally anyone can take a great shot by accident, all you have to do is push the button. Great paintings do not result by accident. "Oops, I just painted a Monet." is not the type of phrase you often hear.
For the record, all of the pictures in today's post were taken with a Canon Powershot A60, a discontinued camera that once retailed for as low as $100. Oh, and the purpose of this jeremiad was NOT to discourage the continued, free-flowing compliments; the purpose was to discuss photography and why it is different from other arts (such as cooking, painting, sculpture, etc.). In other words, please continue to tell me how special I am.
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
From the pictures, it's hard to tell just how big the waves actually were. I drew lines to give some perspective. In the second picture below, if we consider that the man's head and shoulders are 18 inches above the water, 12-15 feet is probably a fair estimate for the wave.
Below, this wave was part of a smaller set (a "set" is what we Californians/surfers call a group of waves), but you can tell from the picture that it crested at 8-10 feet (if we assume the surfer's head is 5-6 feet above the water).
All in all, we had a good time, and it only took us 25 minutes to drive the 3 miles home.
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
As it turns out, the Palestinian man, Abdullah Jimzawi, is only 20, and he says he loves the girl. The media is calling him a predator, someone who, as do most internet predators, persuaded his victim (rather than abducting, as a would a traditional predator). On the one hand, he convinced a 16-year-old girl to leave her country/continent/family and meet him so they could marry and so she could convert to Islam. On the other hand, in his country, it would be perfectly acceptable for him to marry a girl of that age. In fact, in same states of our country it would be perfectly legal for him to marry a girl of that age. In addition, the two are probably biological equals, and, as evidenced by how they speak for hours on the phone every day, they are probably intellectual equals as well.
So, is he a predator? Or did the paths of two dufuses just happen to cross?
Monday, June 19, 2006
You'll notice that the profile pages have a place for "friends". These are people known by the user who also have MySpace accounts. In this way, all 86,000,000 members are connected. I am friends with Sarah, Sarah is friends with X, X is friends with Y, and so on and so on. This is the "social networking" aspect at its best. In addition allowing users to find friends via mutual acquaintances, MySpace provides users with a search page that allows them to look for specific people (e.g., John Smith) or for classmates or co-workers.
I have only used the site for a short while but easily have been able to talk to old friends who I would have otherwise never seen or talked with again in my life. MySpace is also extensively used by aspiring bands and entertainers as a way of gaining recognition and buzz. It makes sense: X says to Y, "Hey have you heard of this band"; Y likes the band and sends a message to Z, and so on and so on.
Unfortunately, just as with any medium (e.g., the internet, television, etc.), MySpace can be misused as well. And the bad is readily available. First, the site is not discretionary about its advertisers. The ads are tailored to specific users (certain people get certain ads), and the advertisers aren't moral about their content. For instance, even though my profile lists that I am married, I am given inappropriate ads (i.e., containing pictures of scantily clad women) for dating services and clubs (because I'm a male).
Second, because of the nature of the search page (users are given copius option for searching; one can browse, for instance, by gender, height, weight, build, sexual orientation, etc.) the site can be easily be used to troll for titillating encounters, and, in this way, MySpace can be very oriented toward misused sexual desire.
Finally, MySpace is dangerous for children/teens. While children under 13 are not allowed to use the site, and 14-year-olds are given special protections, it is 1) simple to lie about one's age, and 2) still dangerous for the children/teens who do use it: because of the search feature, these teens could potentially 'mingle' (users can chat, email, and see pictures and video of each other) with adults of any age. Would a parent allow a teen girl to hang out at a social club with hundreds of leering 40-year-old men? Absolutely not. However, many parents wouldn't think twice about letting that same girl use MySpace (which CAN be, essentially, a social club patronized by 40-year-old men).
In short, I don't believe children/teens should use MySpace without DIRECT supervision. It also should not be used by those with a propensity toward the above-described trolling. For any user, personal information should be limited. Photo content should be limited. Discretion should be employed.
On the other hand, the site can be used as a wonderful tool for keeping in touch with distant friends and family (provided that one avoids the bad ads and does not seek to make NEW social contacts, and instead seeks to maintain current/former ones--you never know what kind of crazy might be pretending to be "Jessie from Austin" or whatever).
Friday, June 16, 2006
The crux of the matter occurred when a prestigious, British art gallery displayed a piece of wood and block of stone, thinking they were works of art. In reality, the art (which was missing) was supposed to sit upon the stone and be propped by the wood.
Frankly, I'm left with a singular reaction: HA! I knew it! I told you so!
You see, art is sometimes wonderful; it sometimes requires incredible talent to create; it sometimes is thought provoking. Other times, it's a stick. People say it's wonderful. People say it took incredible talent to create. People say it should provoke thought.
Art is in the eye of the beholder. Unless it's traditionally-taken, nature or landscape photography. Any dolt can tell if a mountain looks majestic.
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
I know popular culture teaches that one is an "oholic" when one has an addiction (e.g., "chocoholic", "shopoholic", etc.), but if you really think about it, shouldn't just "ic" be added to whatever one's addiction might be? As Homer Simpson (more appropriately, Dan Castellaneta) once lamented, "It's true I'm a rageoholic. I'm addicted to rageohol."
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
In other news. Sarah is doing fine (nine more days! nine more days!). I am still not sleeping like a normal person (4:45 AM, still not tired). The weather's been nice. My foot still hurts. I played basketball today anyway. You know, the usual. Sarah's posts are more interesting than mine. She actually talks about things. I have the pretense of talking about things but never really do. Maybe later...
Friday, June 09, 2006
The story goes like this. Katherine R. Lester, a straight-A student and student council member from Gilford, Michigan, meets a 25-year-old man on My Space, the so-called 'social networking' site. After a three month 'relationship,' Ms. Lester, 16, decides she wants to meet the man. She procedes to trick her parents into getting her a passport (did I mention the man was from Jericho?), secretly boards a flight to the West Bank (!), and, en route (in Jordan) is conviced by the FBI to go home.
Ms. Lester's parents had this to say. "(She has) never given (us) a day's trouble. ... I just don't understand with all these new laws protecting America how a 16-year-old kid could get out of the country."
What.
What?
What!?!?!?!?
I'm not even sure I know where to begin. The real point in posting this is not to jab at the young girl's incredible foolishness: she will, undoubtedly, suffer (and learn) from the ensuing consequences of her stupid decisions. No, the jab is for the parents. On one hand, I don't want to say anything about how these people reared their young: kids have free will and do things their parents wish they wouldn't. On the other hand, how much wool does one have to have over one's eyes to 1) not realize one's child is having a 3-month relationship with an adult in another country, 2) allow the child to obtain a passport at the child's request, and 3) not realize the child has purchased a plane ticket to the West Bank (!). Again, this very well could be a simple case of good parenting and a child's incredible disobedience. I'm not here to decide. But, when one realizes one's child has done something unthinkable, should one's first urge be to assign blame to the government? "I was completely in the dark about my offspring (see 1, 2, and 3), but WHY DIDN'T THE STUPID GOVERNMENT DO SOMETHING!!!!!"
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Wednesday, June 07, 2006
I am Sarah's husband. I am her friend. I am her confidant. I am also her protector. In an unprovoked attack, you made her upset; you hurt her feelings; you made her sad. An angry force within me says that I should make you pay. It is to the glory of God (and your good fortune) that I answer to a different Force. So while I could mount a counteroffensive on several fronts, I will take a far different course of action: I will try and forgive you; I will try and pray that God will heal your wounds and that you will draw closer to the Lord. We’ll try to keep loving you, Matt.