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    Sorry I’ve ignored the blog but I have a good excuse…

    Yeah, yeah. I haven’t updated my blog since, well, before I bought my television, which some say was long before James Tiberius Kirk went back in time and killed all the dinosaurs. Yes, it’s been a long time since I posted. I agree. But, hey, I have a really good excuse…

    I went to Maui and got married.

    I know, I know, real original. Worked for me though. What can I say? It was fantastic and I’m quite the happy fellow. Complete with a jaunty spring in my step and a cocky gleam in my monocle.

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    The above picture was taken in Makena Cove (also called the “Secret Cove”) in Wailea, Maui. Our photographers were Gordon Nash and his assistant Ian Shepherd. As you can see, they have no idea what they’re doing whatsoever. Hah. Irony. I actually meant the opposite of what I just said. See how that works?

    This beach is pretty much why we got married in Maui. We stumbled on it in 2006 and thought it would be the perfect place to get married. And it was so. Well, sort of…

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    We were actually married on Poolenalena beach, which is just a surfboard ride down the coast. This is where the above picture was taken.

    Poolenalena beach is okay, but its not as good as it used to be since they paved the whole thing and built a Starbucks, Jamba Juice, Noah’s Bagel’s combo mall. We did the ceremony there instead of at Makena Cove because we had too many people with all their beer kegs and ATVs and whatnot. See, my peeps like to fire off their double pumps and do wheelies to celebrate this kind of thing, and there’s just not room for this at the cove.

    More later.

    Creeporama

    We had tons of fun at the Dick and Trina’s Creeporama. I brought my huge camera (Nikon D700 with SB900 flash, 24-70mm lens, and battery pack), which led to much mocking of said largeness of said camera. Probably well deserved. Substantially girthfull it is. I hired two sherpas and packmule to get my gear from the car to the party, which was okay except we had to detour to Starbucks to get Mochas. It was in the packmules contract, those union mules are a pain.

    Anyway, try getting this shot with a point and shoot. Results like this make it all worth it. The mocking. The heavy gear. The frustrations of trying to get the camera to do what I want it to do.

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    Carry on my Wayward Frickin’ Son

    This is awesome. She rocks the house. She’s exactly who’d I picture rocking this song. I totally expected her to play this. She’s got it going on. The hat. The scarf. The seventies era progressive rock. But what’s up with the flowers? They’re creeping me out a bit.

    Steve Walsh is rolling over in his grave. Actually, he’s probably at his castle on top of mountain playing his pipe organ and wearing a black cape, and can’t be bothered at the moment. But if he was paying attention, I’m pretty sure he’d fist pump a few times and do a handstand on his korg for old times sake. If you don’t know what the hell I’m talking about then, well, you’re not as old as me. Either that or you grew up listening to Abba and Olivia Newton John.

    The audience doesn’t deserve to be watching her though, with that flaccid response. I’d be hollerin’, flicking my bic above my head, and passing around the spliff.

    Rock the f#$k on, girl.

    Rendezvous with Rama

    Another really cool video on Vimeo.com. In case you didn’t know Rendezvous with Rama is a classic science fiction novel by Arthur C. Clarke. This video was done by student at NYU.Rendezvous with Rama

    I wish Hollywood would make something this cool, instead of movies like Norbitt or Spiderman III.



    Rendezvous with Rama from Aaron Ross on Vimeo.

    Wild photography makes real stuff look like miniature models of real stuff

    This time lapse photography is done with a tilt-shift lens. These lenses are generally used for architectural photography to reduce distortion.

    The reason that everything looks like miniature models is because of the unique and very shallow depth of field - if you look closely you’ll see that only a horizontal band in the middle of the shots are in focus.


    Bathtub III from Keith Loutit on Vimeo.

    Windows Vista. Ow. Poke. Ow. Poke. Sigh.

    So I built a new Windows machine and installed Vista on it. A $500.00 Fry’s special (yah, yah, I could have got the parts cheaper elsewhere). The machine has a Intel DG45ID motherboard, a 3ghz Intel Core Duo processor, and 4gigs of RAM. It has onboard everything. Audio. Video. Cappuccino maker. Air compressor. Flare gun. Everything.

    This should be a fast machine. Right? You’d think? Am I nuts to think this?

    The experience of Vista itself is fine, I’ve come to grips with the look and feel (after making some tweaks to it), but here’s the thing - performance and sleep both suck chocolate salty balls. What I mean by this is performance ranges from sluggish to horrible (sorry about the juvenile balls reference, btw). Sleep has never worked properly on this thing and I’ve tweaked every Power option and spent a good hour going through the BIOS on my machine. Read that again. I spent an hour in my BIOS. Warning, Bill Gatesenson! Warning Bill Gateseson! (Mike waves arms around and scares all the dogs and small children in the vicinity).

    Soooo…..

    You can pretty much string together every curse word you know into novel and obscene combinations and you’ll only approximate an infinitesimal portion of the frustration that shot out of my nose (and elsewhere that shall not be mentioned) like coke mixed with pop rocks.

    Sir, we’ve gone to defcon 1. Get the keys and standby. We’ve opened the missile silos. Big expensive stuff is steaming and vibrating.

    I endured this because I want to get my machine to go to sleep after like twenty minutes. All the way asleep. No fans, no nothing. A tiny trickle away from dead as a doornail. My power bill is shockingly expensive. Trust me, shock would be experienced in its genuine form here. By you, pal. I don’t need another electronic gizmo pegging the power meter. Really. This is not needed.

    To give you an idea of what I’m up against, here’s a little story. I was sitting next to it while it was sleeping (because I put the thing to sleep and hour before) and it kept waking up and then it would put itself under again. I was sitting at my Mac Pro, which I had just woken up. Because it was asleep. Ahem.

    Anyway, the fans would spin up. Spin down. The monitor power light turned yellow then green then yellow then green. It would click on. Click off. There was loud clicking. Clicking was heard as far away as Juneau Alaska. Alaskans looked around and at each other - all the this clicking is a-boot to drive me a crazy as a bear in honey farm a-boot to overdose on a-boot two tons of honey… Ya’ll.  

    I sat there looking at this machine, with my coffee cup half way to my mouth, said mouth quite open and catching the proverbial fly, in utter and complete horror. I voided my bladder and forgot to keep breathing. Ok, that last part didn’t happen, but I was traumatized

    So what I did in the BIOS was pretty much turn off every goddamn thing that could possibly interfere with the machine sleeping. Same with the system power settings. It helped some. I think. Maybe.

    By the way there smarty smart, yes, I installed the latest drivers and BIOS and all the updates. I actually have done this before. Once or twice or thirty times… (Feel free to insert your own banging head on wall joke here.)

    The other problem is performance. The machine just goes away sometimes. Right now I’m running Outlook and Windows Live Writer (our Windows Live client applications rock, btw). Vista is in the midst of copying about 200gb of music from a drive on the computer to my server and I’m loosing keystrokes and Outlook stops responding (and turns white) for long periods of time. A-boot thirty seconds or a-boot a minute. And then it comes back.

    The thing is staggering along like an intoxicated one legged pirate chasing an intoxicated three legged Yorkshire Terrier. A really mean, doubloon hunting, whale harpooning, piratey Yorky. Hop, sniff, shuffle, hop, yelp, yaaaaaar.

    Sigh.

    Should I add another 4gb of RAM? Would this help? I don’t think I really need it. Or, rephrased, I don’t think I should need it.

    It chaps my hide that I might actually need eight gigabytes of RAM to make this flatulent tub handle like it should. Yes. My hide is chapped. Out back. My caribou and bear skins I’ve stretched out in the sun to dry. I’m making a leathery cape and a cod piece for my wedding if you just have to know there Nosy Nelly.

    There, I’m done. For now.

    P.S. There are no small children in the vicinity in case you were wondering. Which you weren’t. Until I mentioned it here, and now you’re wondering what’s up with the children thing? What’s he really saying? Just let it go… Just. Let. It. Go.

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