REVIEW - This footage was shot right out my front door and in my living room. I have had exactly 2 hours with this camera, including reading the manual, and the last hour just with video. So when I say THIS WAS RIGHT OUT OF THE CAMERA, I really mean it! Still learning my way around the 5D, but so far I am EXTREMELY PLEASED.
The one and only negative about the video aspect of this camera is simply this: the inboard mic SUCKS and you can hear the camera gears working (hey - just like 16mm/35mm film cameras!), but the good news is there's an external mic input so you can use an outside source and not rely on the camera. In the MENU settings I turned off the audio and shot this all on LIVE VIEW. You have options. The options are great.
The lens does not autofocus when you shoot video so you really have to pay attention to what you are doing. Craft and experience, did you say? Yes, this takes some thought and that's a good thing.
When in LIVE VIEW/VIDEO mode you can zoom-in to see if you are in focus with one simple button, and its LARGE right on the detail so one can make the adjustments at that moment, and I mean ZOOMED IN. You are never really lost when it comes to focusing your subject when you can rely with this function.
The photographs from this camera, so far, are AMAZING. I'M SO PLEASED WITH THIS CAMERA. And the video, though not meant to be "Fly at the hiP: type of work, when thought out, makes beautiful shots. And it's easy to navigate - just press one button and it starts to record the video, and wonderfully positioned right near your thumb on the back of the camera. No struggle there.
For you wedding photographers this camera is going to be your best friend.
For the rest of us, this camera is going to be your best friend :)
i highly suggest this camera if you are thinking of entering the professional zone.
Merry Xmas to Me!
I saw it too late, how you came,
brief with love.
A warm bath.
Since then swarming bees have only felt as good
To be stung in that forever hum
of busy-ness I call home.
Now when I lay my head on the pillow which was yours
I think of green lights neon in their reflection
And remember you walking way.
A foreshadowing, I thought,
Of things to come.
Quietly your hand passed a fine wall
Dividing this from that.
And i placed my finger on the pulse of all that I thought you were,
But now I know better.
I had never been more right about you.
me. putting them on. thank you, tricia.
PESO LERMONTOV passed gently into the night and into the grace of heaven's care in the early morning of December 10, 2008. He was the dog we all loved dear and sweet to our hearts. He was a loving companion, a champion friend, and the soul mate to Lucy. Peso will be missed, and his legacy will live on.
We will MISS YOU, LITTLE MAN!Play well, sweet thing, and return to Lucy in that big sky. Remember to visit us in our dreams, the one place magic takes place.
Rest in Peace, Peso.
Additonal Video and Pictures can be seen of PESO here:
www.flickr.com/photos/littlepuppydog/sets/72157594313176905/
the user-group on FLICKR dedicated to Lucy and Peso
www.flickr.com/groups/lucypeso/
12.04.08 heather came to visit me today @ my office and gifted me a single yellow flower and a burnt orange flower grown in her garden. She told me her father and her aunt were both recently diagnosed with cancer. She and her father have been spending more time together: hiked half dome, successfully. Life can be so screwed up sometimes.
Background: for two years, I belonged to a couple who didn't have the time to raise me. So Foster Mom Adrienne and Aunt Tricia took me in. Within two weeks, they had me house trained.
Relations with other doggies: I gets along well with other dogs, even the tiny feisty ones. The video shows me with my BFF Monkey. Monkey is an itsy-bitsy-tiny black chihuahua-terrier mix. Don't think we're being too rough in the video - it's all her and I have to protect myself against this little BFF of mine.
Training: I am so well trained - I pee and poo outside and I do bark loudly when strangers approach the house, but i stop right away if Adriene or Tricia ask me to. If I am put in a room with the doors shut, I never whine and I wait patiently until they let me back in. If you bring me to your home and feel you need some doggy lessons, Kate Palese, a certified professional dog trainer at South Bark Dog Wash in San Diego, will give you 6 weeks of FREE classes with ME! this is how much everyone loves me!
Toy preferences: I likes plush chew toys. When I am happy I put things in my mouth and walk around for hours with them.
Temperament: AWESOME! My energy is loving and calm. I am not a hyper dog - I am the kind of doggy that will walk by your side and sleep at your feet.
Breed: Lab/Greyhound Mix
Age: 2.5 years
Height: 34 in
Length: 44 in
Weight: 75-80lbs depending on how many goodies I have in my mouth.
if you want to talk to me, I have a hard time communicating over the phone, and my cellphone is currently out of commission, so send my foster mom an email at littlepuppydog@softservegirl.com
ARROW >cheap equipment< video
Originally uploaded by SOFTSERVEGIRL
Starring: Roberta, Bill and Jim
Presented by: ARROW RING!
shot @ the ucsd media lab equipment room
Today while I was walking back from lunch I stumbled upon this plaque of the undergraduate student who committed suicide all in the name of peace. I have been asked by friends who do not live in San Diego about the UCSD student who lit himself on fire to protest the Vietnam war. It's interesting that there are those on this campus, and in san diego, who do not know of this incident, but friends outside of this state who do. I found the article below in the archives of the UCSD School paper, The Guardian Online. Thought I would point to it because it's an interesting story, or moreover, a sad story about one person's beliefs and how we feel about it years later.
George Winnie Jr. is the name of the man who immolated himself on Revelle Plaza 35 years ago, on May 10, 1970. There was a memorial service May 10, 2005, in the grove of trees behind Geisel Library — near a bronze plaque under a sage brush with his name on it, and his last words: “In God’s name, end this war.” I got an e-mail from a man I didn’t know saying people would gather there. For 20 minutes, I was the only person there.It was strange sitting by the man’s — boy’s? — plaque, thinking I might have been the only one to show. What do you think about, wondering if you’ll be the only person on a campus of 40,000 to commemorate someone’s suicide to stop a war?
And, of course, it was one of those San Diego days that people move from across the country to experience — something lovely in the breeze from the ocean and salt water in the air and the dry, even sunlight. Girls in skirts, on skateboards, in sunhats — that easy athletic stride, as though they push something forward when they walk. So I sat with the plaque for 20 minutes thinking about how it would be to burn yourself to death on a day like this.
To say the plaque is hidden is not enough — it may be the quietest corner of campus. I’ve walked by it a dozen times, not seen it, not known it was there. It’s a mile from the spot where Winnie killed himself. What are the metaphysics of the move from the public, open air of Revelle Plaza to this shady spot, pleasantly on the margins, I can’t exactly say. Except that a man walked by me and said: “Nice place to read, yeah?”
Some others arrived. Two men, in their fifties, wearing suits. One said he was an organizer with Cesar Chavez, and now works with Clinica Legal. Another taught history. They said the others were at Revelle College, and were on their way. Five of them. There was an old woman who talked about standing in front of bulldozers to keep the site from destruction when Price Center was built. She told a long story of her life in Chile, watching a father, whose sons were tortured and killed by the military, light himself on fire in the plaza of his village: “I know what it is to not be able to take it anymore, and want your own destruction.”
A few librarians on their lunch break, carrying crosses with photos of dead Iraqi children. One of the librarians read Winnie’s obituary: A graduate student. A “loner.” The oddest part: A friend of my own father, it turns out, was the physics student who stopped the fire, burning himself badly in the process. Winnie died the next day.
Former UCSD professor Herbert Marcuse read at Winnie’s funeral. And we read another obituary by a history professor, who knew Winnie from a seminar. We should protest “rationally,” he argued. Winnie should not be an example.
A woman introduced herself as one of Winnie’s friends. “He wasn’t a ‘loner,’” she said. A bright curious mind, with a deep sense of spirituality. She quoted a Buddhist monk: “The point is not to die. Because life is eternal. The point is to burn.”
The death of Winnie was, in some ways, a small event in the Vietnam War; three million Vietnamese died, many from bombs — burning, you could say. Nearly 60,000 Americans. But at what other moment in American history could we point to young people who felt so much for others they couldn’t even see?
People began wandering off. I hugged a few people. The man who organized with Chavez was crying.
And then I walked to the library.
And that was the memorial service for George Winnie Jr.
--— Benjamin Balthaser
Graduate student
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