Photography

When it comes to my own photography, I’m having a lot of mixed emotions lately. I’m clearly not an artistic photographer by any stretch. I’m very much a snapshot photographer; which shows, doesn’t it?
http://www.flickr.com/photos/electrasteph
https://commonplacebook.com/photos/big_things/
A great deal of the pictures I take are out a car window, which doesn’t lend itself to composition. And I shoot everything in automatic mode on a snapshot camera, because I’ve never quite gone beyond that. I took a photography course back in college, back in 1989, but 3/4 of the class was geared toward developing your own photos in the dark room and chemicals and dark room tricks you could play to make your pictures look more interesting, all of which has fallen by the wayside. Even our relationship to filters and lenses and F-stops have changed because of digital photography and being able to see what picture you just took, and being able to shoot thousand of photos. I feel like I should re-learn manual photography, but part of me doesn’t want to, because of something I’ve noticed about the intersection of digital SLR cameras and amateur photography lately…
The trouble is, when looking at, for instance, my chosen online photo sharing site, flickr, the pictures that everyone loves and rates as “interesting” the ones that pop up to the top of the explore page, are often really boring to me.
They seem so staged. Perfectly composed, brilliantly colored, full of people with lined faces and peeling paint and bottled ethos on display. (let’s go out and jump in a field! Or, Oooh, look, desolation!) Just the right exposure, just the right filter, just the right lighting, just the right framing, just the right camera speed and focus, or out of focus when it make sense for the shot, all so perfectly canned for our delight.
I very much get the feeling that the photographer is trying to force me to look in a direction that he has chosen, on a scene he arranged, rather than capturing real life happening around him, like stock photography from a catalog for a corporate website.
Not to pick on this one girl or anything, but I happened to have a link handy to her photos because I was trolling through the “interesting” links and came across it, but here’s an example:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/mtlweblog/sets/72057594074719756/
I find myself wondering what’s happening over on the left, just out of camera range.
I have to throw out a lot of the pictures I take, and there’s a lot I need to improve on. I do like the depth of field an SLR camera has, and I’d love to get better pictures indoors in low lighting. I’d love to play with lenses. I wish I had a true panoramic camera. But in all I never want to be staged. I much prefer my “point and shoot, ask questions later” method of taking pictures. I’d rather you get a sense of what’s actually happening around me when I take the picture, rather than wondering “Why the hell was she walking there?” or “Who the heck are those people and why are they jumping in a field?”

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links for 2007-07-29

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Why do They Hate Us?

From the article “Why do They Hate Us?” by Mohsin Hamid in the Washington Post:

When I mentioned the final campaign of the Cold War to my fellow freshmen at Princeton, few seemed to know much about it. Eighteen years later, most people I meet in the United States are astounded to learn that the period ever occurred. But in Pakistan, it is vividly seared into the national memory. Indeed, it has torn the very fabric of what, when I was born, was a relatively liberal country with nightclubs, casinos and legal alcohol.
The residue of U.S. foreign policy coats much of the world. It is the other part of the answer to the question, “Why do they hate us?” Simply because America has — often for what seemed good reasons at the time — intervened to shape the destinies of other countries and then, as a nation, walked away.
There is so much about the United States that I admire. So when I speak of that time now, and encounter the pose of wounded innocence that is the most common American response, I am annoyed and disappointed. It is as though the notion of U.S. responsibility applies only within the 50 states, and I have no right to invoke it.

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the college professor in modern literature and film

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After reading Zadie Smith’s “On Beauty” for book club, I found this article from the American Scholar on the college professor as portrayed in modern literature and film interesting:

The absentminded professor, that kindly old figure, is long gone. A new image has taken his place, one that bespeaks not only our culture’s hostility to the mind, but also its desperate confusion about the nature of love

Look at recent movies about academics, and a remarkably consistent pattern emerges. In The Squid and the Whale (2005), Jeff Daniels plays an English professor and failed writer who sleeps with his students, neglects his wife, and bullies his children. In One True Thing (1998), William Hurt plays an English professor and failed writer who sleeps with his students, neglects his wife, and bullies his children. In Wonder Boys (2000), Michael Douglas plays an English professor and failed writer who sleeps with his students, has just been left by his third wife, and can’t commit to the child he’s conceived in an adulterous affair with his chancellor. Daniels’s character is vain, selfish, resentful, and immature. Hurt’s is vain, selfish, pompous, and self-pitying. Douglas’s is vain, selfish, resentful, and self-pitying. Hurt’s character drinks. Douglas’s drinks, smokes pot, and takes pills. All three men measure themselves against successful writers (two of them, in Douglas’s case; his own wife, in Daniels’s) whose presence diminishes them further. In We Don’t Live Here Anymore (2004), Mark Ruffalo and Peter Krause divide the central role: both are English professors, and both neglect and cheat on their wives, but Krause plays the arrogant, priapic writer who seduces his students, Ruffalo the passive, self-pitying failure. A Love Song For Bobby Long (2004) divides the stereotype a different way, with John Travolta as the washed-up, alcoholic English professor, Gabriel Macht as the blocked, alcoholic writer.

Not that these figures always teach English. Kevin Spacey plays a philosophy professor — broken, bitter, dissolute — in The Life of David Gale (2003). Steve Carell plays a self-loathing, suicidal Proust scholar in Little Miss Sunshine (2006). Both characters fall for graduate students, with disastrous results. And while the stereotype has gained a new prominence of late, its roots go back at least a few decades. Many of its elements are in place in Oleanna (1994), in Surviving Desire (1991), and, with John Mahoney’s burnt-out communications professor, in Moonstruck (1987). In fact, all of its elements are in place in Terms of Endearment (1983), where Jeff Daniels took his first turn playing a feckless, philandering English professor. And of course, almost two decades before that, there was Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?

What’s going on here? If the image of the absent-minded professor stood for benevolent unworldliness, what is the meaning of the new academic stereotype? Why are so many of these failed professors also failed writers? Why is professional futility so often connected with sexual impropriety? (In both Terms of Endearment and We Don’t Live Here Anymore, “going to the library” becomes a euphemism for “going to sleep with a student.”) Why are these professors all men, and why are all the ones who are married such miserable husbands?

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links for 2007-07-28

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Speechless with wonder

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This YouTube video was billed as “If you only watch one YouTube movie today featuring dancing country farmer’s daughters contortionists singing about potato salad, it should be this one.”

Having seen it, I really have no words. Just watch.

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Writing? What me? I never do that any more…

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It’s been a while since I’ve sat down to write a real journal entry – since we arrived home from our trip, actually. I spent a lot of time organizing my trip photos, and working on a site design for one of my friends. Most of my day to day updates end up on twitter, and I’ve been so busy at work and playing so much catch-up on my blog reading that I haven’t had a chance to write much. I’ve eliminated numerous blogs from my feed reader because I just can’t keep up any more.
I’m so far behind writing little reviews of what I’ve read. I have a stack of 8 books I’ve finished and need to write about, and a giant stack of books from the library to read. I may end up doing a short post where I list the books I’ve read without actually reviewing them, because I get really bogged down and don’t have the time for it.
I’ve been buying loads of cheap crap on eBay – I’ve had an art project stewing in my brain ever since we visited Earl and Syd’s house on the trip, and I want to work on it.
Our vegetable garden seems to have done well for a first attempt. We had a bumper crop of cucumbers and have been giving them away. A few sugar snap peas. The lettuce came in fairly well early, and we had a decent crop of radishes. We learned some good stuff, too – cucumbers need a lot more room, for one thing. Next year we’ll have a little better organization, and I think we’ll do even better.
Did I mention my sister is going to have a baby? I know I talked about it on Twitter. It’s very exciting – we’re going to have a little British niece or nephew. Aren’t aunts and uncles a huge thing in English children’s literature? I expect to be a character in our own Chronicles of Narnia any day now. “Then Charlie’s lesbian aunts flew in from America…”
We have our regular work-sponsored “Fast Friday” at the track today – this year we’re doing it for the NASCAR race here on the Indy track. Because I’m obviously such a huge NASCAR fan. Right. I did enjoy Talladega Nights, though, and more recently – Cars, which we finally saw after being laughed at repeatedly the entire time by all the other drivers on our road trip. (You haven’t seen CARS? That restaurant was in CARS! Hey look, we’re in front of the gas station from CARS! It didn’t help that the movie painstakingly included lots and lots of attractions from Route 66 to support the historic restoration efforts.)
The whole “going to the track” thing is really wasted on me, though. It’s too bad I can’t trade out with some of the guys from our road trip; they love the race cars and asked all about living near the Indy 500. I didn’t tell them that I regularly turn down tickets to the race every year (my dad has had them since I was a little kid) and even sort of avoid the west side of town when there’s a race on. I did mention you can hear the cars from our house though. That’s true of most of city, though – the noise really carries. Anyways, I better go get ready; I’m carpooling to the track with Rich…

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