Denver! I come before you on bended knee seeking your collective wisdom!
So, here's what I'm looking for, locally. A film lab or another other graphics shop that can scan, for a reasonable rate, type 120 film...medium format...2 1/4"x 2 1/4". I have an Epson v300, but it only handles 35mm.
I do not need drum scanning. Drum scanning is awesome, but it's expensive and I don't need super-high dpi. 1200 to 2400dpi is enough. I have about 20 or so 16-exposure sheets I need scanned, and that doesn't quite justify buying a new scanner. Unless someone has a v500 or equivalent that has a holder for medium format film that they want to get rid of...
So, whattcha got for me?
I know, it's a specialty question.
Oh, and it's artistic nudity/figure photography, so if it's some uptight Christian establishment, that's clean out of the running.
Thanks!
So, here's what I'm looking for, locally. A film lab or another other graphics shop that can scan, for a reasonable rate, type 120 film...medium format...2 1/4"x 2 1/4". I have an Epson v300, but it only handles 35mm.
I do not need drum scanning. Drum scanning is awesome, but it's expensive and I don't need super-high dpi. 1200 to 2400dpi is enough. I have about 20 or so 16-exposure sheets I need scanned, and that doesn't quite justify buying a new scanner. Unless someone has a v500 or equivalent that has a holder for medium format film that they want to get rid of...
So, whattcha got for me?
I know, it's a specialty question.
Oh, and it's artistic nudity/figure photography, so if it's some uptight Christian establishment, that's clean out of the running.
Thanks!
A while back, we began soliciting reader questions for Captain Steve, a captain with a major U.S. airline. He made his debut here, with his rather spirited take on the state of the modern pilot, and now is back with his first round of answers to reader questions. Thanks to him, and to you -- and please leave new questions for Captain Steve in the comments section below.
Copied from the Apollo Program group on Facebook. Apologies if this has been mentioned before.
You can relive Apollo 11's historic Moon Landing tomorrow evening (Monday) in real-time, and listen in on current mission status to splashdown.
http://wechoosethemoon.org/#
You can relive Apollo 11's historic Moon Landing tomorrow evening (Monday) in real-time, and listen in on current mission status to splashdown.
http://wechoosethemoon.org/#
- disposition:enthralled
back in the day when i used to text journal only, i had no problem with rambling on and on about my day and other mindless thoughts. since i began art journaling at the beginning of the year, the amount of writing i do has dwindled down to almost none at all, especially since i've gotten better at the "art" part of journaling. nothing seems good enough anymore, and i hate being this self-critical.
willowing and suzi blu offer workshops about art journaling and include information about the actual writing parts (poetry, stories, etc.) but those cost money and as much as i would like to be able to afford their classes/workshops, it's just not something that is possible right now.
so i decided to post this entry here at jr__nal as a sort of open discussion about incorporating writing with your art. do you write poetry, stories, or do you day log? where do you start? what comes first- the art or the words? do you write in your art journal or do you keep it strictly art only? do you do art in your journal at all, or do you mainly write? what and when do you write? do you respond to prompts or do you write about entertainment and media (movie/book reviews)?
i'm desperate to get the writing back into my journal but i'm going through such a slump that i don't know where to begin. if anyone can offer some help, suggestions, a confidence booster, inspiration or share their creative ideas with me would be absolutely amazing.
thank you, i love you all. you are all such beautiful artists and writers, and beautiful human beings in general. all of you make this my favorite internet community.
xoxox, kinston
willowing and suzi blu offer workshops about art journaling and include information about the actual writing parts (poetry, stories, etc.) but those cost money and as much as i would like to be able to afford their classes/workshops, it's just not something that is possible right now.
so i decided to post this entry here at jr__nal as a sort of open discussion about incorporating writing with your art. do you write poetry, stories, or do you day log? where do you start? what comes first- the art or the words? do you write in your art journal or do you keep it strictly art only? do you do art in your journal at all, or do you mainly write? what and when do you write? do you respond to prompts or do you write about entertainment and media (movie/book reviews)?
i'm desperate to get the writing back into my journal but i'm going through such a slump that i don't know where to begin. if anyone can offer some help, suggestions, a confidence booster, inspiration or share their creative ideas with me would be absolutely amazing.
thank you, i love you all. you are all such beautiful artists and writers, and beautiful human beings in general. all of you make this my favorite internet community.
xoxox, kinston
- listening to:bohemian rhapsody by queen
I read in a local newspaper about a bordello in Germany, where prostitution is legal, that charges customers a fixed fee: a bit over 100 euros ($140) for an evening of drinks, food, and entertainment.
This kind of pricing is common to amusement parks (Disneyland, for example), ski lifts, all-you-can-eat restaurants, and elsewhere. It is a way the firm can minimize the transactions costs of pricing each service and also, if the fixed price is set properly, extract the entire consumer surplus.
so, there's this mirror there now and it's pointed straight at my hoo ha.

after birthing oliver, i had kind of regretted not having a camera present. i had thought i would be too squeamish. turns out i'm not.
brian had set up the new flip camera on the on the IV stand and it was a fraction of an inch away from capturing the money shot. then, a nurse was doing something with the IV and decided to lay it down so that all we got were money shots of ceiling tiles for awhile until i asked brian to move it.
for some reason, dr clark had handed brian the surgical scissors for cutting the cord before i had even gotten into position to push. which seems kind of unsanitary. after reviewing the video, i think i was pushing somewhere in the neighborhood of 40 minutes. and a large majority of that time, you see what appears to be brian threatening me with a large pair of scissors. i know i mentioned to him at least three times to watch it with those things. he says dr clark mentioned something along the lines of him likely having used scissors before. obviously, she does not know brian's penchant for absent-mindedness and mild klutziness. and she's not the one who had scissors up in her face every time she moved her head forward to push babies out. it was a little distracting, to say the least.

at this point, i'd been in the hospital maybe three hours and it felt like it was flying right by. even the 40 minutes of pushing seemed much shorter. they kept telling me what a stellar job i was doing, but i wasn't sure i was believing it. i had made the mistake of panicking when everyone was clearing out of the room for the big show and i hit the epidural button once or twice for good measure. this deadened the crap out of me and made my pushing abilities diminish a little, in addition to calming the contractions. toward the end, dr clark said she wanted to do an episiotomy and i declined, thank you very much. i'm a little annoyed that it wasn't until days later, and only when brian mentioned it, that it didn't occur to me to say something when she gave the order to administer pitocin right at the end. i think my mind felt guilty because i had pushed that epidural button and i was thinking there were probably only 10 minutes left. which is what later made the pitocin seem completely ridiculous and unnecessary. AND she didn't even ask me. she just told the nurse to shove it in there. irritated. maybe it was her way of getting back at me for the episiotomy burn.
in order to show her what's what about heads being too big and because enough of the epidural was wearing off that i could feel a little more about where to concentrate the pushing, it only took two more contractions for me to shoot that baby straight into her face. with oliver, i remember his head coming out and i think his body shot right out after without even pushing. maybe i'm forgetting. but, i did have two separate pushes for violet. fortunately, no poop ever came out. of me, at least. violet pooped immediately while i was holding her.
as poppin fresh as it gets... the first image of violet.



it turns out that i wasn't even considering anything could be wrong with her at all. did not occur to me for a second. that's why i failed to notice she didn't start crying immediately. brian did. i mean, it didn't take her long or anything, but it was a handful of tenuous seconds when i watched the playback.
she was pulled out and vigorously rubbed with cloths and flopped on my belly while brian deftly scissored through the umbilical cord. she was then taken over to the little table for more rubbing and a bracelet attaching and general checking out. i barely noticed the purported 6-7 stitches dr clark was busy lacing up because i was trying to watch violet. i only caught glimpses of a small tube coming out of her throat, which was used to clear fluid from her lungs. i saw it in playback detail a week later and couldn't help but cry. poor baby.
just prior to oliver's birth, i had googled photos and was surprised by the massive, organ-like, two pounded girth of your average placenta and i wanted to see that business up close. but somehow, they had managed to cart mine away before i had even known it had come out. this time, we made sure to tell suann that we wanted to see it. true to her word, while they were busy checking out violet, suann totally schooled us in my placenta. and of course we got it on video. ( i dare you. )
and, once again, i had somehow completely missed this hunk of flesh exiting my body. seriously. how is that possible?
violet was returned to me during placentas 101 and latched on like a pro. suann was shining with awesomeness again by taking photos and video for us. all the photos suck because our camera sucks in low light, but i think i can get some ( stills from the video. )

after birthing oliver, i had kind of regretted not having a camera present. i had thought i would be too squeamish. turns out i'm not.
brian had set up the new flip camera on the on the IV stand and it was a fraction of an inch away from capturing the money shot. then, a nurse was doing something with the IV and decided to lay it down so that all we got were money shots of ceiling tiles for awhile until i asked brian to move it.
for some reason, dr clark had handed brian the surgical scissors for cutting the cord before i had even gotten into position to push. which seems kind of unsanitary. after reviewing the video, i think i was pushing somewhere in the neighborhood of 40 minutes. and a large majority of that time, you see what appears to be brian threatening me with a large pair of scissors. i know i mentioned to him at least three times to watch it with those things. he says dr clark mentioned something along the lines of him likely having used scissors before. obviously, she does not know brian's penchant for absent-mindedness and mild klutziness. and she's not the one who had scissors up in her face every time she moved her head forward to push babies out. it was a little distracting, to say the least.

at this point, i'd been in the hospital maybe three hours and it felt like it was flying right by. even the 40 minutes of pushing seemed much shorter. they kept telling me what a stellar job i was doing, but i wasn't sure i was believing it. i had made the mistake of panicking when everyone was clearing out of the room for the big show and i hit the epidural button once or twice for good measure. this deadened the crap out of me and made my pushing abilities diminish a little, in addition to calming the contractions. toward the end, dr clark said she wanted to do an episiotomy and i declined, thank you very much. i'm a little annoyed that it wasn't until days later, and only when brian mentioned it, that it didn't occur to me to say something when she gave the order to administer pitocin right at the end. i think my mind felt guilty because i had pushed that epidural button and i was thinking there were probably only 10 minutes left. which is what later made the pitocin seem completely ridiculous and unnecessary. AND she didn't even ask me. she just told the nurse to shove it in there. irritated. maybe it was her way of getting back at me for the episiotomy burn.
in order to show her what's what about heads being too big and because enough of the epidural was wearing off that i could feel a little more about where to concentrate the pushing, it only took two more contractions for me to shoot that baby straight into her face. with oliver, i remember his head coming out and i think his body shot right out after without even pushing. maybe i'm forgetting. but, i did have two separate pushes for violet. fortunately, no poop ever came out. of me, at least. violet pooped immediately while i was holding her.



it turns out that i wasn't even considering anything could be wrong with her at all. did not occur to me for a second. that's why i failed to notice she didn't start crying immediately. brian did. i mean, it didn't take her long or anything, but it was a handful of tenuous seconds when i watched the playback.
she was pulled out and vigorously rubbed with cloths and flopped on my belly while brian deftly scissored through the umbilical cord. she was then taken over to the little table for more rubbing and a bracelet attaching and general checking out. i barely noticed the purported 6-7 stitches dr clark was busy lacing up because i was trying to watch violet. i only caught glimpses of a small tube coming out of her throat, which was used to clear fluid from her lungs. i saw it in playback detail a week later and couldn't help but cry. poor baby.
just prior to oliver's birth, i had googled photos and was surprised by the massive, organ-like, two pounded girth of your average placenta and i wanted to see that business up close. but somehow, they had managed to cart mine away before i had even known it had come out. this time, we made sure to tell suann that we wanted to see it. true to her word, while they were busy checking out violet, suann totally schooled us in my placenta. and of course we got it on video. ( i dare you. )
and, once again, i had somehow completely missed this hunk of flesh exiting my body. seriously. how is that possible?
violet was returned to me during placentas 101 and latched on like a pro. suann was shining with awesomeness again by taking photos and video for us. all the photos suck because our camera sucks in low light, but i think i can get some ( stills from the video. )
You can learn a lot about the world just by asking questions of people that normally don't get asked. That's why we do a Q&A series here, and why you may like David Lynch's Interview Project; Alex Chadwick's Interviews: 50 Cents; and Our Time, a revealing documentary on American youth directed by Matt Heineman and Matt Wiggins, and co-screenwritten by Freakonomics research assistant Ryan Hagen.
Received two rejection e-mails this morning, one from Million Dollar Elm and one from Cherokee Nation. To be fair, the latter was letting me know the opening was cancelled, but it's still an e-mail saying my application didn't get me a job.
Apparently I missed the July substitute teacher workshop and there's not another one scheduled until September. Am not really big on subbing, but we could use the cash and I don't know just how much longer I can handle staying at home. At least I'll get to pick what schools and subjects I want to cover...
Apparently I missed the July substitute teacher workshop and there's not another one scheduled until September. Am not really big on subbing, but we could use the cash and I don't know just how much longer I can handle staying at home. At least I'll get to pick what schools and subjects I want to cover...
- place:living room
- listening to:"SpongeBob SquarePants" in background
Will and I are planning out trip to San Francisco for APE, so I mapped it through google and went into extreme close-up mode so I could virtually walk around where we'll stay for a week. To my surprise, the little yellow man was wearing a space suit. So I tried it in Minneapolis, and the space suit remained.
Try it!
Try it!
I never set out to be anti-penny, but somehow it happened, and I have gone on the record more than a few times arguing that the penny should be eliminated.
While I stand by my belief that the penny is lousy as currency, someone has finally come up with a use for pennies that has made me reconsider my extinction argument: make a floor out of them!

Camp Quest is like a regular summer camp -- campers canoe and swim -- except that one of the main activities is trying to prove unicorns do not exist in order to win a £10 note signed by Richard Dawkins.

Economic theory in the news (a 4 minute radio clip). Paraphrasing a bit on the entrance and exit:
NPR Planet Money: [as in auto repair, where there's a big red book detailing labor expenses,] you would think with something as important as our income, there would be some logic everyone would follow. No. There is a very basic economic theory about how employees should get paid. Economist Robert Frank explains.Pop quiz for anyone who's taken Econ 101: is there a contradiction between the marginal productivity theory of wages and the fact that workers are differently productive? Under what conditions is there (or is there not) a contradiction?
Robert Frank: Each worker will get paid the market value of what he or she produces for the employer.
PM: So, the value that the employee adds to the employer's bottom line.
RF: Exactly.
PM: So, does that happen?
RF: Well, no.
PM: An economic theory that is logically sound, but totally doesn't explain the real world. [Probably, everyone in your office doing the same job is paid very similar wages, regardless of individual productivity]
What's your favorite beer that's brewed in Colorado?
And: where's the best place in Denver to acquire six-packs of said beer?
And: where's the best place in Denver to acquire six-packs of said beer?
I'm going to be making Alton's City Ham (the one with ginger snap cookie/bourbon crust) for a potluck at work Friday. But I'll be making it the night before, and I was wondering how people would suggest I reheat it? I was thinking about having my wife throw it in the oven at 100 for an hour before, what do you think?
Thanks! (oh, it's an utterly wonderful recipe: highly recommended!)
Thanks! (oh, it's an utterly wonderful recipe: highly recommended!)
For some reason, I am not able to access my hotmail via Mac's mail anymore. ANyone having the same problem. and does anyone know how to fix this? Thanks
“Oh, yeah… a little more to the left… yesssssss, that’s the spot… now, do the ears… and the other one… ohhhh, that’s the ticket… now, nibble my neck while humming the National Anthem of Uruguay… the album version, not the single… ohhhh, you know what I need, baby…”
Was it good for you, Meghan H.?
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Weather Report
Nothing outside my door but darkened skies and gloom
that doom my day because I let them,
because I am not strong enough to set them
aside. All that abides with me
is sorrow.
Nothing in my journal but wordstorms;
a cold front passing through the lingering warm
like a swarm of bitter bees.
They drive me to my knees.
Maybe it will be
better tomorrow.
Nothing outside my door but darkened skies and gloom
that doom my day because I let them,
because I am not strong enough to set them
aside. All that abides with me
is sorrow.
Nothing in my journal but wordstorms;
a cold front passing through the lingering warm
like a swarm of bitter bees.
They drive me to my knees.
Maybe it will be
better tomorrow.
Hey guys, just a quick question, sorry for text only;
I've heard of 'Wreck this Journal' alot and I think its a pretty awesome idea. I've also figured out that you buy it and then fill it out, which is pretty awesome.
But my parents wont allow me to buy one. So my question is, does anyone have 'Wreck this Journal' that they have made themselves by scratch? I was thinking of doing it but I'm not sure if that would be ok.
I don't know, I'm pretty tired so my question may be dumb. Thanks though =)
Also, people who Journal/Scrapbook events in your life; If you get very behind on events because you've been busy or whatever, how do you catch up, do you find it hard to catch up?
Thanks =)
I've heard of 'Wreck this Journal' alot and I think its a pretty awesome idea. I've also figured out that you buy it and then fill it out, which is pretty awesome.
But my parents wont allow me to buy one. So my question is, does anyone have 'Wreck this Journal' that they have made themselves by scratch? I was thinking of doing it but I'm not sure if that would be ok.
I don't know, I'm pretty tired so my question may be dumb. Thanks though =)
Also, people who Journal/Scrapbook events in your life; If you get very behind on events because you've been busy or whatever, how do you catch up, do you find it hard to catch up?
Thanks =)

