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Before most jobs, I do a quick check of my camera sensor to see what kind of dust and lint has accumulated. If there’s a little dust, I’ll get my handy blower out and clean it with that.
If there’s a lot, I’ll go in and do major surgery.
The way I look for dust is I point the camera at an open spot in the sky, preferably without clouds, but clouds are okay. I take a photo and then zoom in about halfway and scroll over the image.
This is a sensor check photo from a job yesterday. Click to enlarge.
The shot makes me happy. There are people in that plane. And those people come from a variety of places.
One of them might have a broken heart. Another, a new love affair. Another person suffers from a disease. Another doesn’t know it yet.
They all have a little baggage. Some in the overheads. The others have baggage in their minds. Or hearts.
I don’t know that many people who are comfortable with cleaning their own sensors. I’m not exactly thrilled when I wipe something across the thing that is basically the heart and soul of my camera. If you have one spec of something hard on whatever you’re cleaning it with, you could ruin it.
I’m not sure what the cost to replace a sensor is, but it’s not cheap.
I don’t know if you think about the people who you can’t see but know they’re there. I hope you do. And I hope that gives you a sense of place.
Larry Tomczak wrote a power book called, “God, the Rod, and your Child’s bod; The Art of Loving Correction for Christian Parents.”
Read more at the link above, including reviews that talk about Tomczak as a sadomasochistic freak who spanked one girl through her young adulthood, forcing her to strip to nakedness and allow him to spank her bare butt with metal and wooden objects.
Over the weekend, Tina and I watched Alfred Hitchcock’s 1972 treasure called “Frenzy.” It’s a bizarre tale about a serial murder spree by a rapist who kills his victims with neck ties and mistaken identity.
There’s one rape scene that’s so wonky that you wonder if anyone knew exactly what sex was back then. The rapist is grunting the words, “Lovely” while the woman screams between his breaths.
There’s one scene where the investigators are discussing sexual predators and sociopaths. One of the investigators says that there are no greater monsters than those who are influenced and justified by religious fanaticism.
This seems to be a common theme.
This breakdown of how you’re wrong about six books you were forced to read in high school or college — an told how to think abou tthem — was fascinating.
I’m still not a fan of believing what’s published at cracked.com, but it’s fun to consider it.
On Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland:
So [the author] decided to write a book about a world that followed the laws of abstract mathematics, purely to point out the batshit lunacy of it. Things keep changing size and proportion before Alice’s eyes, not because she’s tripping on bad acid, but because the world is based on stupid postmodern algebra with shit like imaginary numbers that don’t even make any sense god dammit. “Alice” was the sensible Euclidian mathematician trying desperately to keep herself sane and tempered, while “Wonderland” was really Christ Church College at Oxford, where Dodgson worked, and its inhabitants were just as barking mad as he thought his colleagues really were.
On Sinclair’s The Jungle:
It wasn’t about sanitation or meat safety. Sinclair was actually trying to expose the exploitation of American factory workers and convert Americans to socialism.