There has been a nearly constant nag in my mind telling me: you must write that down. You must document that memory, that moment, so that you can easily recall and share it with your friends, family, and the World Wide Web, and most importantly, so that you will NEVER FORGET IT EVER AGAIN, no matter how far in the future you want to recall it, no matter how far in the past it originally occurred.
And then there is the equally constant nag which reminds me how essential it is to live in the moment, enjoy each breath of air and each glimpse of the sunset over the water and each thought of pure genius (har) that my mind conjures... and to file it away in nothing but my own memory. To savour the now, and to enjoy the bittersweet loss of a faded but perfect memory.
So what do I do? Spend an hour a day typing on a blog, which could potentially be better spent staring out at the infinite ocean across the road? Maybe some days, maybe not others - I've come to terms with the fact that life is changeable, unstable and unpredictable. And I'm going to enjoy it, damnit!
This is getting overly philosophical.
I recently (this morning, in fact) received a new phone - the new HTC, which in many ways surpasses my previous iPhone 4, but in so many other ways fails to live up to the lovely, perfect, glossy standards set by Apple. Still tossing up which I will continue to use on a daily basis, but... back to the point.
It takes spectacular photos - and mini-videos, from which one can extract still shots, ensuring the best possible shot from any one shutter-click. I spent literally hours at my parents' place filming my pet dogs' antics - our little beagle Sasha, and our not-so-little Orange Dog Molly (we're not sure what she is) being as cute as ever. No longer do I have to suffer the frustration of finally getting the dog to face the camera to have them quickly realise what it is I'm doing and run away (they're awfully camera shy). I managed to get about an hour's worth of video footage of them, which I plan to break down into beautiful still shots to print out and frame. I love my dogs, and since I hate living an hours' drive away from them, I feel the need to surround myself with their images.
But the entire time I was filming, I was feeling anxious that I was looking at them through the filter of a screen - not actually interacting with my beloved babies, but putting my newest bit of technology between myself and them, eventually freaking them out enough that they saw the camera and walked in the other direction, heads down, trying not to be noticed.
So I told myself - this is the last shot. I'll get one more shot of her looking super-cute, and I'll put it away and give her a cuddle. But it's never enough! I regretted not getting one of the dogs doing their tricks, of them snuggling down into bed, of them eating dinner. When will I satisfy my need to hoard these memories - these moments of my loved ones?
I'll try to post a couple of the best shots here - and I'll be brutal, and even try to cull some of the less-than-perfect ones.
For now, it's 1:20 am, and my human loved-one is in bed, fast asleep, and I feel like I maybe should join him.
This is in 'response' to the recent controversy over this front cover of Honi Soit, the free newspaper published by the University of Sydney SRC. I originally put it on my facebook page, but it’s something I feel so strongly about. More rants to come, promise.
Regarding the Honi bungle with the lady parts – honestly. Does the feminist/PC/equality movement really believe that the way to fight sexism and gain equality is to take our knickers off, effectively giving sexist men what they want? (remember 'the boys did it first' people – a man is probably more likely to enjoy the sight of a lady-bush than a woman is to enjoy the sight of a flaccid wang). The ‘it’s the thought that counts’ justification of slutting it up to prove we’re ‘equal’ and saying ‘just because I’m overtly displaying my sexual organs does NOT give you the right to treat/think about me sexually’ just doesn’t work. Yes, sexism is wrong. No, printing sex organs on the front page of a free magazine isn’t going to stop it. It’s a simple fact that the female body is viewed as more sexually available – it’s not CORRECT or GOOD, but it’s a fact.
We need more intelligent, witty, self-respecting women in the world who are able to raise the equality standard, not lower it.
I spent $1800 on my first high quality camera. I was on the brink of Life Nomadic, and I justified the purchase with two ideas. The first was that I would be seeing a lot of things for the first, and possibly the only, time. Second, the particular camera I bought, an Epson R-D1s, seemed to hold its value well.
It came as a shock to a lot of people how primitive my camera was in many ways. It had no autofocus, no flash, no video recording capabilities, no self timer, and the only thing it could do automatically was light metering. It did that poorly. After each shot it was necessary to thumb a switch, which mechanically reset the spring for the shutter.
I bought a single lens for it, a Nokton 40mm/1.4. It had no zoom, and the aperture was set mechanically by rotating a ring on the lens. The lens was gorgeous. For those who don't know, a 1.4 F-Stop means that the lens is very fast: it lets in a lot of light. The average camera lens is probably around an f/3.5, which lets in only an eighth as much light as mine did. That's how I got amazing low-light pictures like this one.