Does She Love You?
Does She Love You? - “If she ever says the words, “I hate you”: She loves you. Or she did at one point, anyway.”
Common Shot
This is another view out of Cretin - I’ve taken a lot of shots from this window - a nice summer shot.
Does She Love You? - “If she ever says the words, “I hate you”: She loves you. Or she did at one point, anyway.”
The Blind Watchmaker - I need to read this book. As an adament believer that God and evolution easily coexist, I am intrigued by how I could help others to at least understand (not necessarily agree with) my view.
Part of a customer review reads:”If one doesn’t believe in the power of natural selection after reading this book, then that person is not rational.”
First thought: says Mykala on Friday night: “If there were a piece of pie in front of me right now, I’d eat it.” In a similar vein, Markoe picked up on a word I accidentally invented: “spamished.” Meaning “to be famished,” it is likely to catch on in many a social circle.
Second thought: when I am drifting off to sleep at night, my imagination becomes particularly fertile. That about-to-sleep state is when I have come up with many inventions, three designs for this website, the name “tumbledry,” and a particularly tricky solution to a multivariable calculus problem. That said, it comes as no surprise that my imagination lately has been conjuring up a particularly vivid image of a guardian angel. Not your insubstantial white feathery floaty guardian angel so popular with the media nowadays. No sir, I am talking the ultra old-school, Israelite style, tough-as-nails seraphim that used to kick some unholy tail around before kicking unholy tail around fell out of style. In fact, I can give you a rather good idea of the angel: Gabriel in the movie Constantine. You know, huge wings, incomparable strength, on and on.
Third thought: I was walking back to Cretin as a wedding reception at the Binz was wrapping up. At the far end of the parking lot the sound of a revving engine and some new tires spinning against the tar drifted through the balmy air. Someone was driving a manual, and someone knew what they exactly what they were doing. Moments later, a 2005 “performance white” Mustang convertible, dragging some wonderful noise-maker cans tied to the back and piloted by a clean shaven young man in a tuxedo floated by, its occupants riding at a straospheric level of happiness you only see in a bride and groom. Could that really be me someday? The future is such a fuzzy thing. At this age I guess you just can’t help but think about it.
Docktopus - Stats on your dock. This is cool and I don’t even own a Mac!
This is another view out of Cretin - I’ve taken a lot of shots from this window - a nice summer shot.
I made up this silly joke, and because this is my blog where I can do pointless things like post silly jokes I made up on the blog that is my own, here it is:
He was selling shoes left and right.
Adds new meaning to the phrase “short and sweet.” I love it! I’m going to work it into conversations where, while it may/probably/will not be funny, at least it will break the ice and everyone will say “hey that Alex kid isn’t too bad, we guess.”
Bring out shadows - I frequently expose skies, but get dark dark silhouettes. This is sometimes good, but sometimes not. So, this page outlines a great tool to bring out shadow detail (“The Shadow/Highlight tool in Photoshop CS”). Digital photography, ahoy!
I love donuts so very much - they are the perfect food. These are from Mykala.
Dye Transfer - A 500:1 contrast ratio. Unreal prints. UNREAL. “A dye transfer print has a dark-life expectancy, at room temperature and humidity, of over 300 years — much better than even Ilfochrome.”
I’ll forget what this looked like someday, I want to remember.
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