Would you carry your life’s work in your car boot?
Deseret News | Thieves are targeting cameras
Apparently Salt Lake City is experiencing a rash of camera equipment thefts. Now all sympathies to the victims but presumably they’re mostly pros and have the appropriate insurance cover.
Except Heidi Walker. Who not only shoots weddings without insuring her gear she also keeps her only copies of every single photograph she ever shot on her laptop: “You can’t grasp the concept it can be gone,” she says. Not the only concept she seems to have a problem with.
Further, her friend who saw someone following him with malicious intent hadn’t the wit to pick up his camera and shoot his follower.
Let’s hope Kate has a better idea of horizontal than Scott…
Canon identifies problem with EOS 7D -Shock!
Canon identifies problem with EOS 7D
What’s that you say? Canon selling a broken camera? Never, their testing track record is impeccable.
http://www.dpreview.com/news/0905/09051501canonservicenotice1dsmarkiii.asp
http://www.dpreview.com/news/0904/09042802canonservicenoticeg10.asp
http://www.dpreview.com/news/0710/07103002eos1dm3recall.asp
http://www.dpreview.com/news/0710/07100801a650service.asp
http://www.dpreview.com/news/0701/07010301aseriessafetynotice.asp
http://www.dpreview.com/news/0510/05100602canon_ccdproblem.asp
http://www.dpreview.com/news/0507/05071801canon_batterygrip.asp
and many more that I can’t be arsed to search for
Lovely and lovelier
Went to see Parrworld at Baltic yesterday totally expecting to hate it. Surprise! It’s fantastic. Best exhibition I’ve seen there since Domain Field.
Then went clothes shopping with Lovely Girlfriend totally expecting to hate it. Surprise! LGF brings out my inner Gok Wan.
Later, I’m sat in LGF’s kitchen and she says, “Have a look at this, I’ve had it for years and don’t know how to work it.” Then she reaches into a cabinet and pulls out an absolutely mint OM-1n.
Perfect day. Worth every one of the 100 minutes it took me to get home from her house to mine.
PMG
The cupholders in the Savvomobile are not big enough to hold a jar of the Damson Queen’s jam. Consequently I had to go fishing for it (jam, not car) under the seats.
Imagine my surprise to find the four CF cards that I lost some six months ago and have searched the car and house for fruitlessly, several times.
Now I wonder what’s on them?
A la recherche du temps perdus
More of my past just emerged from the detritus that follows me around.
It’s Xmas 1985, PoD and me are going to Lubeck for three days with my sister and brother-in-law. Doesn’t she look happy? Why shouldn’t she, she just got engaged to the man of her dreams.
It’s amazing how, twenty years ago, coming across this picture would have brought me great pain and heartache yet today it’s just a snapshot of my past from a generation ago.
Panasonic unveils DMC-GF1 Micro four-thirds camera
Panasonic unveils DMC-GF1 Micro four-thirds camera
Promising? Perhaps.
If it’s the same price as the Olympus I’ll keep lusting after the latter. But alongside Canon dropping nearly 5Mpixels off the G11 maybe the camera market is getting sensible.
Places to live
Sunday morning. Blah. Mild depression from two drinks last night; maybe it’s time to give up alcohol? My week has not been improved by the intake thereof.
Listening to The Archers Omnibus and casually scanning Google Earth for inspiration to take the camera somewhere today when I noticed that the Street View team has hit Tyneside big time. Everywhere I’ve ever lived is there in full glory, from the house I was born and lived in for 22 years to the flat with the thieving neighbours that I spent the nineties in (but Google Maps seems reluctant to show that one.)
They haven’t been out west yet so the last five years of my life don’t exist.
Leeds
I went to Leeds yesterday. Noticed a few things.
- Fifteen years on from when I lived there, Leeds is no cleaner and just as scary.
- I should never do things on emotional impulse particularly after drinking the night before and getting only two hours sleep. Sorry, R.
- Casual racism really shocks me. I parked in a multi-storey after some ‘interesting’ driving from one guy who wasn’t prepared to wait for anyone else to get out of his way. As I got out of my car the thirty-something, professional-looking woman who had been in the car behind me said, “Did you see that coloured bloke back there? What a dick!” I was , of course, too slow in thinking up the reply, “He may have been a dick, but I don’t think his colour had anything to do with it.” I haven’t encountered such Daily Mailery since I lived in Solihull six years ago. Maybe I need to get out more?
- As I drove down Roundhay Road I experienced the worst driving I’ve ever seen in the UK. It’s like Athens down there, cars from all directions and nobody aware of the concept of “give way.”
Pants
I just found this picture of me (no laughing at the back) from 1994. The noteworthy thing is that I still have the jeans that I was wearing but whereas the 31-year-old me was filling them amply they’re now rather too large for my svelte frame.
Thank you Dr.Nissen and your wonderful fundoplication.
The evil squint has gone as well but maybe I should grow back the Monkees hair?
One and other
1400 No going back now. I’m on the megabus, newcastle to London via Wakefield and Sheffield, at least I got the last window seat. Only seven hours to victoria. Hope the iPod batteries last.
1406 well for some reason we’ve just done a mini tour of the toon and we’re back where we started.
1416 we’re off again and heading south.
1945 Brent cross. Just saw the new wembley. Into the ugly hell that is suburban london.
2100 trafalgar square. Some bearded juggler just got off the plinth. Now it’s a guy on his mobile.
bus was far too early. On a Friday night? What’s that about? So having walked here as slowly as I could I still have three hours to kill.
London is as hot and smelly as ever on a summer night. Thank bod I don’t have to go on the tube.
2300-2400 tough act to follow: the girl up before me is playing charades with the crowd. They love her so much. Wait til they get a load of me.
As we change plinth places I suggest she should go to the foot of the plinth and play another hour’s worth.
0010 I’ve been trying to get the panoramic photo but the lights are way too bright. Give up just in time to see the police arriving next to the national gallery.
0020ish more police and a paramedic.
Irate heckler demands I do something entertaining for god’s sake. I point out there is no god. I think the sarcasm is wasted on him. He then says I’ve deprived dame judi dench of her plinth place. Right! She never gets the chance to perform in public. Again he demands I entertain him for god’s sake. I begin to suspect that he really wants to be entertained for his own sake and ask him why his life is so empty that he expects me to be able to compensate him. He leaves. Now who’s going to entertain me for the rest of the hour?
More police arrive, cordon off part of the pavement and start questioning everybody.
A veerrry angry drunk walks by demanding that I entertain him with “sam air guitar or samfink.’ I cup my ears so that he can shout louder. Maybe he’ll haemmorhage, that would be fun and, conveniently, a second ambulance has arrived. But he just walks off with his lady friend satisfied at having impressed her with his wildean wit.
Two separate people ask me what I’m doing. They both get the answer, “I’m standing on this plinth.” it seems appropriate, if a little obvious.
A policeman calls up to ask if I witnessed anything. I had no idea anything had happened until they arrived and waded into the crowd.
Just as the jcb starts trundling over to remove me a woman asks if I can do anything entertaining. I can only disappoint her but convey the reassurance that there will beat singer/guitarist on in five minutes.
My hour is over.
Just after I’m deposited back at the portacabin a pcso arrives to take my statement. I wish I had some idea what happened because he was a friendly chap and I really wanted to help him.
So now I’ve only got eight hours to kill before the bus home. Joy.
0840 victoria coach station. Good news … So many people are going to Edinburgh there’s a separate bus for Newcastle only.
0930 bad news. Newcastle bus still sitting in victoria.
1000 good news. We’re on the m1 north. Bad news. Someone just tried to use the toilet now the whole bus stinks.
1150 we’re switched to a different bus at Leicester forest services. This one has no toilet, luckily they give us a ten minute break here. This, of course, becomes a thirty minute break. Please get me home.
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