Friday, September 30, 2005
Doctor: "I'm sorry Mr. JKirlin, but there is no genetic match between you and your nephew, the organ transplants you've requested would fail."
Patient JKirlin: "Sadly, I found that out years ago."
I can imagine this conversation someday.
Yes, Gentle Viewers, tonight I learned during this soccer game that yet another nephew will be an unsuitable match for any organs I should need.
The Kirlin Sports Gene triggers a DUCK AND COVER reaction when faced with a threat such as this.
He doesn't have it.
All that money spent on the little organ farms for naught.
Now all my hope rests in the red headed devil.
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Min mentions in a comment of the horrible eye post, that eyes are the same size when you are born as when you die. (She also mentions something about Steve Madden ads but I have no idea what that is.)
So I went into the JKirlin personal archives and found a photo of me with, yes, my eyes half hanging out of my head. What I find the most interesting personally, is not what I notice about the eyes..but the HANDS! My hands look exactly like that now!
All my childhood I wondered how I would look like as an adult and the answer, Gentle Viewers, was right in the mirror.
Ok, this is getting creepy and like showing you my home photo albums. We now return to our regularly scheduled less self absorbed blog.
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
I have amazingly large eyes for a creature without a compound eye, made all the more startling that they are just BARELY set into my head.
More like 'stuck on' really. Kermit the Frog has deeper set eyes. The glasses just sort of make them LOOK smaller and keep them from falling on the floor.
My whole damned family has them. Well, not that, I'm sure, your families are running around like blind mice, but you know what I mean.
I used to HATE them. I'm getting to like them better now that they've seen more.
Sunday, September 25, 2005
It doesn't bother me that I see a face here in this lamppost.
What DOES bother me is that he CLEARLY HAS SINISTER INTENT!
Carnie Update: I spoke with one of the carnies the other night. It feel like months ago since they've been gone but they are still on the road for 3 more weeks, setting up and tearing down every few days or so.
There was recently a wedding on the Scooter (Bumper Cars) and another engagement.
When I got my oil changed today I noticed on the reminder tag that it's three more months until Christmas and only TEN more months until the FAIR COMES BACK!
Saturday, September 24, 2005
I retouch almost all of my photos. For the same reason I get dressed in the morning. Because, Gentle Viewers, it's just easier to look at that way. I usually just use Picasa or some Ulead iphoto thing I got free with a scanner or printer once a few years ago. And they do what I want..but sometimes...
What the hell is this thing??? Does anyone else's Picasa sometime randomly put all these adjustments onto photos? I mean, I don't MIND, because they can be undone..and sometimes it's cool to see what turns out. This is one I'd NEVER do, but once I saw it I thought it was kinda cool, if not my style.
Friday, September 23, 2005
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
*whew* It took all DAY to get this series of shots.
This is the mansion that Gentle Viewer Tom W identifies as New Maine.
I'd show you a photo of his other comment on the place at the head of Somes Sound but it just looks like any house built 6 feet from the road blocking an otherwise 12 mile view straight down the only fjord on the US East Coast.
The Rockefellers and Fords (Old Maine) came here and made nice with the locals and blended in and are still fondly spoken of. Martha Stewart (New Maine) frequently calls the local police when people turn around in her driveway.
This home is owned by the heirs to the Campbell Soup fortune. It's a little place I like to refer to as 'home.' Now go eat more soup. Go! Shoo! And quit taking pictures of my house. I'll call the cops!
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Monday, September 19, 2005
I had a student help me with this shot.
We are messing with color tiles after sorting them and making little, I dunno, houses, ducks, you know the drill.
Then I said, "Hey, Little Dude! Toss one in the air and I'll take a picture of it." So he does, and it's ok, nothing great. A little blurry.
So then he says to me: "Mr Kirlin, how about if you set the shutter speed to 1/1600 to cut out background ambient lighting and use the flash which should only illuminate the subject within your short auto focus range. And set the aperture to 2.7 to further blur the background and if you need, you can always darken the background more in your post production processing, except for maybe your door lock, and then brighten your highlights. That should work. WHEEEEEE!"
And it did.
Sunday, September 18, 2005
When everyone else was ooing and aahing about the B-17 that appears further down in the blog, this gentleman was just quietly walking around it and touching it like an old friend. I think he'll know it better than any of us ever will. His quiet dignity makes this photo my entry for today's Moody Monday.
In fairness to him, the pose he had his photographer take is here.
Sometimes I draw attention to websites I particularly enjoy.
This one belongs to The Shade Replied or, as his wife calls him "T. Shade Replied".
He is one of the nicest photobloggers I've chatted with and he will actually HELP you if you have questions about little modifications he's made to his template and I steal stuff from him all the time and he hasn't sued me ONCE (yet).
He SEEMS to live in a Mormon filled Western State which won't be identified here to protect his privacy and he at ONE TIME worked for the US Military Industrial Complex that Eisenhower warned us about.
But when he's not spending all his time drving across state lines for coffee or planning new ways to kill us all, he takes some very sweet serene photos.
Except for this one which now has me questioning his sanity.
Go look, Go look! Before he emails me and makes me take this down for the slanderous lies I tell.
Clicking the image will not make it larger this time, it'll take you to his site. There may be a boob or something in there. I dunno.
Saturday, September 17, 2005
Reposted in honor of 1500 posts, a totally lame benchmark.
My Dear Mr. Matthew Brady,
I very much enjoyed your daguerrotypes and felt the need to let you know with this letter. When this war is over, I hope to cross this undivided country by rail and enshrine forever images of what God hath wrought before they perish from this Earth. Perhaps even one day, I shall transmit my images across the telegraph so that they may be shared freely and openly. Under a Creative Commons License, of course.
Friday, September 16, 2005
I found this taped over my desk at work today.
This is my 1500th post.
I have a couple of blog related questions. Is your blog a secret blog? I've recently had a couple of blog friends be blog outted and I know others DREADING the day that happens. It's more rare in photoblogs, but still...do ya? Is it a secret from anyone? Are *YOU* the secret?
Like my dear friend, Blog Ho. He would hate it if anyone found out that he was Warren Buffet so you didn't hear it from me.
What privacy issues have you and why? What impact would being outted have on you? You can email me if it's too dicey. Or leave an anonymous comment if yer scared!