Cantonese for "Balls"

This is really, really, really, really impressive. Watch the whole thing.



Read about it here.

Mourning

One of our country's leading lights died on Sunday at the age of 81. He will be greatly missed. Thanks to Johnnybot for the heads up.

Depth of Field

In the beginning, there was Fritz.

Wait, no. In the beginning, there was a dark garage. Then from nothingness did spring dramatic lighting, a new bicycle, and black 'n white film.



Then there was Jeff L.
Jeff's voice is one of the deepest voices I've ever heard. He was like Barry White, but deeper. The man was a seismic zone. This is pretty much what Jeff saw when he woke up every morning. Note the heap of Tostitos, salsa, and papers. W.C. Fields gazes unapprovingly over the whole mess. Sorry I never cleaned up my side of the room, Jeff.



There was also WUVT. If you have trouble remembering this DJ's name, note the hat.That's right. I want that hat.



Some time later we still had B&W film and dramatic lighting, albeit in a new setting.
The inflatable couch impinged on my piles of crap. Note that W.C. was still grumpy.



Through it all, a 'Yota flowed through it.
I started using color film at some point. My color technique never quite worked out. Most shots look like they were developed in the '40s.


ChiefJimbo in action.
We tried a similar shot for me but I ended up face-first in the mud



Spring Break. Fortunately the 'Yota did not make this trip.



And the rope swing. It was eventually cut down.



From one of my last rolls ... pre-wedding:
... and immediately post-wedding:

Thus did the film era come to a close.