Monthly Archives: January 2005

Cool PhotoShop technique…

I saw this technique linked on MeFi and quickly wrote a version of the action he described (although it has some fairly obvious flaws in it). To be honest it's easier to write it yourself than for me to provide a copy of it because even with the action you've got to “get” it to use it right.

Here's the first one I did — very sloppy, but you get the idea — this is a picture of Efix that I'd just processed a normal photographic version of for one of the next BME updates. Anyway, it really is a cool technique with a lot of potential… I may have to write a better action for it and play with it for shirt work.

Note: If you do want to see how I did this, here's the current version of the action. You will have to do a lot of the work manually still (like choosing your rotation angles, and applying any distortion to the lines). Note that the first time you run it, a few errors will be generated because of missing layers. Ignore them, but when it's done running the first time, press undo three or four times (until the 'Layer 1' reappears). Anyway: etchit.atn (F9 activated).

No salt in the margarita!

With Rafael's help as a translator and oracle we went down to the beach today to see about reserving it for BMEfest. Tecolote, the beach that's pictured in the BMEfest banner is still top on our list and we all pretty much agree it's the ideal place. The food is great, and we will be able to reserve the restaurant so it's all ours (the beach is public). It's big enough that we've got more than enough space, and pulling on the beach will be totally fine as well, although just out of respect to other people who aren't into that it'll have to be a little farther down (but that's better for people doing it anyway). Here are two more panoramas, looking down the beach each way from the restaurant.

 

I'm not sure yet what's going to happen regarding fireworks and performance-wise; there will be some permit issues for doing it at the beach for ecological reasons, so I'm thinking about also grabbing a bar in downtown La Paz for the evening and having a show there but don't ask me to give a confirmed answer yet. A number of wonderful artists have offered to help with that, so there will be something cool. Here's a shot of our back-up beach by the way, we stopped and talked to them as well:

 

I'm already looking forward to this like crazy. Of course, I am crazy. Well, hopped up on Mexican energy drinks and booze anyway. But that's another story. Anyway, we should have the details solidly confirmed over the next two or three weeks, and then tickets will go up in BMEshop (a nominal amount which will cover the beach rental, the bar setup, entertainment, and some swag).

Excuse me. Excuse me, Señor. May I speak to you please? I asked for a mai tai, a margarita, and a piña colada. I asked for no salt, no salt in the margarita. But it had salt in it… If you do that again, I won't be leaving a tip. I won't be putting one down. I could check into a competing resort. I could write a letter to your nation's board of tourism and I could have this place condemned.

I could put… I could put… strychnine in the guacamole.

BME staff shirts and other wares

I'm working on images and a new IAM toy (should get posted later if I don't pass out from exhaustion first), but I wanted to pause for a moment and show a few pictures of the BME staff shirts that Ryan just sent me, as well as one of the new Prof. Orbax shirts.

There's a few new things in BMEshop if you didn't already see, including a reprint of the 10-year shirt, Kilean in the Jungle, and the BME Mexico shirt as well — check out pictures of the last two on ozzime's page if you'd like to know what they look like in person.

Es la vida…

I finished my first week of Spanish. My vocabulary isn't the greatest, but I'm really amazed at just how much you can learn in a week. I can conjugate present and future tense (including irregular verbs) and handle basic conversations, as can the others in the class (it's not just because of knowing French and German). I think my favorite thing about learning new languages is not so much learning how to communicate with new people, but learning how to express totally new concepts. Languages don't let you just say things differently — they let you say different things.


New developments in the 'burbs
(I think one of my classmates is building a house in Pedregal)

As I mentioned the guys in the class with me are both Vietnam Vets; one was a pilot who flew medical missions in '65 and '68, but the other (the one who's been living as a nomad) is a Marine that served in much more direct combat, earning three purple hearts in '67 — and then became a cop in America, only to be shot in the gut by a sixteen year old drug dealer in Illinois. Luckily the kid's gun was a .22 pistol that had been loaded about ten years before — the ammunition was so corroded and rotten that the bullet wasn't even able to penetrate much deeper than the length of the bullet.

His USMC tattoo had been done earlier that year (as in 1967) by a woman going by the moniker “Painless Nails” (one of the few female tattoo artsists working in the sixties). Her shop was across from the San Diego (but I may be misquoting that) bus terminal at which he and the others just out of basic training caught their rides home to visit their families before shipping off to Vietnam. Especially when the tattoo is older, I'm always interested to hear when and how it was done.

It cost $8.

Incompetent Hatemongering

I probably shouldn't be looking this gift horse in the mouth, but one of the things that always surprises me is how poorly people insult me. As expected, I got a final email from the lil' Nazi girl that got booted a while ago (who's now happily moderating a page elsewhere with folks congratulating each other on teaching their toddlers to say 'spic' and 'wetback' and other ignorant slurs).

Anyway, it accuses me of a number of strangely amusing things. First I'm accused of never donating any time or money to anything but myself. That's kind of an odd thing to accuse me of given that the truth — which is far from a secret or hidden, although I do general ask projects I donate to not to include my name — is pretty much the exact opposite. Then I'm accused of being a trustfund kid… I wish! My family rejected their royal title in the 1800s after a political dispute, and I've so alienated pretty much everyone other than my father at this point that my odds of even collecting anything from anyone's will are becoming increasingly slim. I'm afraid I made myself the old fashioned way… hard work!

I also got accused of not having any friends when I was younger and that everyone made fun of me. Now, I can see how people prone to be believing in stereotypes might assume that since it's kind of the cliché, but for whatever reason (probably being in a small town that tolerated eccentricity), that was never really an issue… There were only two kinds of people who harassed me when I was a kid — much older racist locals who had an issue with my German accent when I was young, and then when I was older (in highschool), violent Christians who took offense to the zine I published. But to my surprise, the jocks came to my defense! Anyway, the accusations go on to include me being stupid (honestly, that doesn't worry me), deluded about my abilities, making fun of me for not speaking Spanish, and finishes off with a complaint about Canadian spelling, and how if it wasn't for America, Mexico wouldn't be a nice place to live. Oh, and calling me a dictator of course, but that's a given.

It's funny because of all the people who've sent me various forms of hatemail, it's extremely rare for anyone to actually peg something that's hurtful. Most of it is just kind of weird little rants that offer much more of an insight into the writer's insecurities than anything else. Anyway, here's something you can insult me on: I've only ever had one business card, unlike Keith who has had many.

That said, I'm pretty happy with my lonely business card.

Anyway, I've never understood why people don't come after me with better thought out attacks. I mean, I post plenty of entries with pretty gaping logical flaws in them, and in the past I even renamed a piercing because it was associated with an ex that I'd had a typically bitter falling out with. That's a pretty crappy (and petty) thing to do right? That would be a valid example of an abuse of power. That's a case where you can really say, “gee, Shannon sure was being an asshole that day!”

That said, I know what my flaws are and readily admit them. I recommend that everyone do the same. Recognizing the things about yourself that you don't like is the first and most important step in correcting them. Anyway, feel free to post your flaws in the forum. It's cathartic. Anonymous posting is permitted, and I'll remind you again that if you make an anonymous post and you want to clear your identity afterwards (click here to do so), it makes reverse engineering who you are almost impossible (please don't abuse that tip!), although it will make it so people can't send you anonymous replies from that message or any other ones sent with that ID.

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Bene Geserit Witches

All I can think about when I see this accoustic nuclear fusion research is Dune's the 'Weirding Way' — an accoustic form of combat… They're using (in real life) ultrasonic waves to create bubbles in liquid, which then oscillate and “implode”, generating teperatures nearly 200,000,000°Fnuclear fusion using relatively inexpensive equipment and materials.

That is: free, unlimited, and clean energy.

Unlimited energy means we can make anything and we can make it without polluting. Unlimited energy means we can provide everyone with clean water and food… but.. Couple that with multipurpose robots (or cyborgs even). Well, I wrote about it last May. I was worried about it then, and I worry about it now.


[The wealthy] will immediately and decisively launch all-out attacks on everyone below them. It is the only way they can survive. Hunter-killer robots, bio-weapons, wholesale nuclear strikes on poor countries. It's the only thing they can do. And even among themselves they'll fight, until only a few dozen are still alive, incredibly powerful, fabulously wealthy, and terribly lonely. They'll tour the continents of the planet in beautiful airships and transform it into a paradise.

One of the other guys in my Spanish class has a USMC tattoo“four years, but it changed my life”. During one of our conversations in class, the teacher was asking about voting and it came out that both of the men in my class had voted for Bush (awkward!)… After class I got to talk to them both a bit about that, and I think I now have a much better picture of why Kerry lost — as neither of them appeared that enthused with Bush (“I'd have voted for Lieberman if I could have”), but getting to feel and see first hand how deeply Kerry's statements had hurt veterans, and how little they trusted him, was eye opening.

While I, knowing the war only through history books and movies like Uncommon Valor, think Kerry did the right thing post-war, I now understand better why many veterans feel the way they do in a wounded “gut reaction” sort of way. But it's unfortunate that people's personal experiences taint their view of the big picture… It's too bad that we all don't have an “objectivity switch” or something… Yeah, that would be nice — I'll have to get one of those installed myself.

Oh, and I guess we got mentioned on TechTV (or whatever it's called now) last night.