The sample of comfortable wedding in a narrow circle. The anxious feelings of the characters in the old house with an atmosphere of time, a flourishing garden, green apples and people in white-all of this happened in a pretty good story.

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Hey there, kiddies, the next installment of Jeremy's Cleverly Titled British TeeVee Night at the Low Brow is going on Tuesday after next, the 15th of December.

We're going to be showing the Blackadder Christmas Carol, maybe some of the Doctor Who christmas eps, "The Curious Case of Santa Claus" starring Jon Pertwee(assuming I can find a copy), and other greatness.

here's the Facebook link. Tell yer friends. Drag them along. Repost this elsewhere. Make it a Meetin/Meetup event. Show up in festive Santa gear.



Details:

When: 6pm - 9:30ish pm, Tuesday Dec 15th
Where: the Low Brow Lounge, 1036 NW Hoyt
Who: You and your cute & available housemate/friend/bowling team
Why: Everybody else is doing it and you don't wanna look like a Christmas Loser, DO YOU

Jeremy's Cleverly Titled British TeeVee Night at the Low Brow is a free biweekly Happy Hour-sorta event that happens on alternate Tuesdays. The next events are on 12/15 and 12/29. Email me for more info.

i sure do! so i wrote a rap song about it.

check it out and maybe be my friend on myspace.

http://www.myspace.com/jerkalope

thanks!


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http://strobist.blogspot.com/2009/12/five-minute-portrait-dean-collins-style.html

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http://www.chromasia.com/iblog/archives/0912070739.php

Libby and Tegan got back to Bulgaria last Thursday and we're starting to settle into a new routine. Unfortunately it's a routine that hasn't included a great deal of photography quite just yet, but I did take some shots over the weekend. Of all the ones I took I think that this is probably one of my favourites, though I'd be hard-pressed to tell you why. Anyway, watch this space, and I'll post more images of our latest family member at some point soon.

http://wvs.topleftpixel.com/09/12/07/

Fall leaves impressions seen on Mill street sidewalk.
Two weeks to winter and we haven't seen snow yet in Toronto, which is very unusual.

So I've had my iMac for about 2 years. Runs OS X ver. 10.5.8, 2.4GHz, Intel Core 2 Duo, 1 GB 667 MHz.
I have a external drive dedicated to Time Machine.

My problem has been that in the last 2 months, everything has been running noticeably slower. The "Loading" message in the URL window seems to run and run, and the spinning colorwheel pops up very often.

I went in yesterday and today and cleaned up my Desktop, and moved a lot of photo and data files off to CDs.
I always empty the history and cache after surfing, and any other large files I've been working with. I do a lot of Photoshopping of pics, so moved them off too. Restarted, and not much difference in speed. I am not sure what to do next.

Do I need to go into Photoshop and remove .jps that save back to Photoshop? Or go into Pages/Numbers and remove all the project files that they save in "Documents"? Should I be looking for something else?

This may be basic knowledge for most of you, but I am not familiar with what other measures to take, or comfortable rooting around in the system for things. I'd appreciate pretty basic language of what i should do, and/or steps to take.

I hope someone here can advise me,

thanks

Does anyone here use a reel mower on their lawn? I'm interested in them for my small patch of grass but worried they'll be less effective here where the grass is so often wet. Anybody know how well they work on wet grass? Any opinions of reel mowers in general?

http://xkcd.com/672/

Last night (Saturday night) was my anatomically correct gingerbread man party. Several people couldn't make it and a couple never responded at all (boo) but three women came over, and we sat around drinking sangria and making cookies. Jeff & Lyle went over to the house of one of the women at the party and hung out with her husband and kids. The plan was for Lyle to go to sleep over there, but as it turned out, that did not happen, and the kids were all still up when Flori got back at like 11pm and sent Jeff home.

I used to do this party every year in Boston, but it's been a while since I had one. I showed them my tricks for hair (garlic press! then scrape off with a knife) and how I make my cookies' private parts. There was lots of joking. By the end everyone gave up on making cookies and we were just sitting around chatting.

Here are some pics from the night. ( I put all of them behind a cut since full frontal nudity may not be safe for work even when it's a cookie. )

So...cold. MY TOES!!!

Как здорово, что фотография для нас - это всё таки хобби и можно свободно творить без оглядки на затраты.

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А вот и ролик с фотосессии, придумали некий эффект старинного ретро фильма:



Ну и на закуску макет фотокниги, которую мы решили сделать ребятам, как подарок на Новый год:


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As we drove through town, the comment came to mind: "It looks like Christmas threw up on their house" - which prompted the reply "Yup, that must have been a majorly airsick reindeer at 3000 feet"

You all know what I'm talking about, and if you have any doubts, take a drive past NE 28th & Irving. These things really need to be documented for posterity, and possibly as a warning (as in DON'T DO IT!!!1!). Please, all of you with your fancy DSLRs, please capture these messes and post them for all to share. Let us discuss the difference between

a) decorated
b) well decorated
c) over decorated but well done
d) Possibly beyond the taste borderline
e) Rudolph vomit

http://strobist.blogspot.com/2009/12/multumesc-and-spasiba.html

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Anybody know where I can get a good banh mi/Vietnamese sandwich?

Soooooo... we scored a great tree today, and had a great experience. I wondered if anyone else would like to contribute their tree farm recs. Then the tagging army could swarm in and make this a GREAT RESOURCE.

Or, I can just tell you about the one we went to.



Shriver farms is on E. Division on the way out to Oxbow Park. It's huge. It's not a hot-chocolate-and-swarming-kids kind of place. We just drove up, parked, surveyed the 6 fucking gajillion trees, picked one out, and waited for the dude with the saw and the trailer to come by. He sawed it down, brought it down the hillside, and watched as three other guys wrapped it in twine and tied it to the top of our car. It's a lovely Spruce, about 6.5 ft. tall, and the whole experience set us back FIFTEEN BUCKS.

Highly recommended. Will Christmas again.

So, if you wanna, feel free to drop your recommendations in here. I'll post pictures of the tree in my annual unsuccessful "show us your tree" thread. Just kidding. I've never had one of those.

Until NOW.

This is the essay that I have written for my Honors English class, surrounding a specific body part as instructed by Ms. Gardner.

-I am my father’s son. Though my external appearance may not mirror a direct reflection, traces of him are scattered throughout my body like a painting with vibrant water colors that give light to certain majestic peaks or trees. On many occasions, his psyche dictates my consciousness, as I find myself responding to stressful situations of work in a similar manner as he does; operating through emotions, progressing as perfectionists, maneuvering with mildness, and living in the past instead of the present are such examples of this. As he spends hours pouring over a mere photograph for an entire magazine in Photoshop, I labor incessantly with chords in a single solo section on a five-page jazz ensemble chart. In spite of this, we both are in possession of a very tangible attribute: fair skin.
-My father and I have spent much time building objects out of wood: entertainment cabinets, shelves, computer desks, and fireplace mantles. Last year’s summer project was the construction of the back deck. On many occasions, we would find ourselves working until the skin on our hands was so worn from the sawdust and power tools that we had to call it a day.
-“Well, we got a lot done today,” my dad would say. It was then that we would notice the several blisters on our hands; the sunburnt faces and backs; the bloodied-up knee-caps; the testimonies on the surface that would speak as witnesses to the amount of effort that we had put into that day.
-Ever since I was young, the concept of having a scar has always terrified me. Not only was the injury that resulted in the scar painful, but it left an impression in my skin forever. After just learning how to ride my bike at age six, the inevitable struck: I fell on the street and scuffed my chest and thighs.
-As my mom began applying the hydrogen peroxide to the injury after I had been brought inside, she said, “You’re a big boy, Natey. Crashing on a bike really hurts, but you’re taking it pretty well. That’s gonna be one nasty scar though...”. It was in that moment that the horror struck me, even as the hydrogen peroxide began stinging my skin.
-Through tears, I said, “Yy-you-you m-mean that it’s gg-gonna hurt lll-like this foor-forever?”
-My mom smiled. “Scars fade, sweetie, so you won’t even remember it in a few weeks. But yes, they stay forever.”
-Still unconvinced, I hopped off the counter to find a large band-aide. I constantly checked it to see what it looked like in the months following the accident. Sure enough, the scar remained; the memories surrounding the incident were not as clear as the mark that was left, however. Even as Jesus Christ was painfully crucified, the wounds which pierced his skin remained, as he was said to have been resurrected with the scars. They spoke for them self in that there could be no doubt about his life on Earth; people could not question him as an impostor. Likewise, our scars are confirmations of our life: a record of sorts. They help one to remember their experiences, as frail minds lose their recollection of it through time. Many people assume scars as unpleasant when, in reality, it can speak more than a frequently updated journal. Blemishes in our skin are the brilliant trophies of our falls.
-Several years have past since January 29, 2003: the day that my father was diagnosed with cancer. Kenneth Miller and Joseph Levine, both Ph. D.’s and professors of various colleges, describe cancer as, “a disorder in which some of the body’s own cells lose the ability to control growth...” (Miller and Levine 252). To an eight-year old such as myself, the term “cancer” had little meaning other than a disease that infects someone’s skin, typically killing the person. At one point, I shocked my parents quite terribly by saying to my mother, “Mommy, if daddy dies, who will be our new dad?”. After the diagnosis had been confirmed, my father, Steven Wasden, noted in his blog what he felt society defined cancer as, including himself:

Cancer. For my whole life, this has been a fearful word, a word whispered with resigned mutterings in the shadows. A word of hopelessness and despair. A word that carried death in its claws - - painful, protracted, inhuman death. A word of hospitals and intravenous chemicals... huge sterile machines that killed the invasive cells only slightly faster than they irradiated the victim. Cancer meant suffering. Cancer wasn't a diagnosis. It was a sentence. And now it describes me. (qtd. in N. Wasden "LiveJournal Cited Works.")

As one could assume, the condition of my father’s skin changed basic principles of love in my attitude; it altered vast landscapes of values I cherish; it revolutionized life itself for me.
-This new reality was not something that I embraced immediately. For some time, I was under my own skin – upset at no specific person except the current situation. Certain precautions were taken whenever I was to go out in the sun: sunscreen was to be applied; hats were to be worn; twelve to four o’clock PM had to generally be spent inside; everything to prevent exposure to the sun’s greedy ultraviolet rays.
-As practically every person has witnessed, skin is not impervious to being maimed. In fact, skin is only “two millimeters thick”, leaving a body very susceptible to exposure (Skin Anatomy, EnchantedLearning). Therefore, it is very symbolic of my perception of a family, the building blocks of society, and the home which encircles the family. As individuals of a family unit are battered with the distresses of life, there is one retreat that can be found: a home – comfortable, warm, peaceful, filled with love. These very characteristics define the function of skin. Without it, a human would struggle significantly to maintain homeostasis and, furthermore, survive. It is a critical appendage to a greater cause: the survival of the human itself.
-Society associates one’s skin with their personality. Vampire Edward Cullen, a character from the movie Twilight, compares his instincts with his skin as it sparkles when the light of the sun hits him. When exposed to sunlight, he says, “This is the skin of a killer!” (Twilight). Many people lower their perception of them self based on how their skin looks. When this happens, an epic struggle initiates between one’s skin and their consciousness, a conflicting battle which most people face at one point in their lives. Nevertheless, skin is a mere two millimeters thick. It serves a critical purpose, but it thinly encompasses the essential characteristic which define humans: individuality.
-Realistically, skin is a curse and a blessing; it protects one’s body and can also disfigure it. However, memories accompany a scar. These memories hold value stronger than a person’s recollection of an incident. Wisdom can be brought about through scars – a powerful influence in each person’s life. Diseases or scars that alter one’s skin are ways a person can connect with their past in more personal way than anything else. As one who was affected by my father’s diagnosis of cancer, I became more acquainted with general thankfulness for the purpose of healthy skin. When I look at my skin and observe flaws from past injuries, I cannot help but smile and recall the past by which they came about. I proceed cautiously and excitedly, remembering the past, through which I now have prudence, and looking to the future, by which I can continue to increase in wisdom.


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Hey gang, have a DSLR but still a noob using it. I want to take some pics of Christmas lights, at night. What settings do I need to tweak, and how should I tweak them?

(Please don't be afraid to assume I know nothing.)