Inspiration: Nat Geo Found Photo


I check out Nat Geo Found tumblr a lot. It’s a great place for photographic inspiration and a humbling place to see what has come before me, you, everyone.

Imagine a world where photography existed when holy books were written. The foresight would be so, hmm, intelligent.

Now that would be impressive.

About the above photo:

A diver holding a hose for breathing compressed air feeds fish at Weeki Wachee Springs, Florida, January 1955.




Oh crap. I want one of these




Check out this super cool lens system that is being Kick Started here.

About the lens:

In the 19th Century, the vast majority of photos were shot with the extremely popular Petzval lens. The lens was invented by Joseph Petzval in Vienna in 1840 and had a huge impact on the development of photography. Photos shot with a Petzval lens are immediately recognizable for their sharpness and crispness, strong color saturation, wonderful swirly bokeh effect, artful vignettes and narrow depth of field. The totally distinctive look of Petzval photos is all about the fantastic lens design that gives you the satisfaction of the instant optic experience that goes far beyond using photo editing software and filters.

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An example can be found beneath the fold:

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I’m limiting the hours

It appears that Le Café Witteveen has reached a need to limit its hours. At least for now.

At the beginning of the year, I decided to spend less time on this blog and more time on business. Which I have.

The blog has dropped in traffic by half.

I also determined not to be so focused on negative. Some days, I can’t help it.

This blog has caused a rift between my family and me. For a while, it seemed to unite us. As my views were finally heard instead of getting trampled. But the welcome has been worn, and I can’t seem to sustain nor muster the strength to continue defying their perspective.

Ultimately, the failure is on me. I never wanted the idea of them to edit my views.

But it does. And I don’t have the strength to keep pushing.

There might be an anonymous endeavor that starts elsewhere. And if you’re interested, email me here and I’ll let you know what’s up.

I may continue some minor updates here. I’m not sure. I’m not sure how many of you actually read this blog with any frequency.

Hasa Diga Eebowai

The Book of Mormon English Missionary Edition ...
The Book of Mormon  (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Last night, Tina and I saw The Book of Mormon (BOM).

It was much better than I anticipated. Sometimes musicals, and the grossly overused formulas behind them, are nauseating.

Nasal singing voices make my skin crawl. And this musical has no shortage of nasal belting.

BOM is one of those experiences that you have to witness to enjoy. I’ve heard several of the songs that meant absolutely nothing to me before seeing it in full context.

So whether I say I loved the show or not is superfluous. I really liked the show, but I could never tell anyone that they NEEDED to see it. I’d never say it’ll change your life.

The show is farce. It’s parody, and while almost the entire audience seemed to LOVE the song “Hasa Diga Eebowai” and love it even more when they learned the translation was “Fuck you, God,” I can’t tell you that you’ll love it too.

Because out of context, you’d probably never love a song that translates to Fuck you, God.

But when you see a stage full of black actors dancing in African style throwing their hands in the air with middle fingers raised, it is one of the most brain-wrenching levels of gorgeous evil. You know what I’m talking about. The absolute joy of an African chorus matched with joyous, unadulterated adulation, but the words don’t match the happy … it’s a great deal of cognitive dissonance … especially if you believe in Jesus, Mormon or not.

It was great to think that if 80% of America believe in God, and approximately 99% of the theater audience was rolling in the aisles during that song, then what should I do with that percentage?

I realize Chicago is more freethinking and accepting of diverse forms of art, but come on.

The only person who seemed to not enjoy the musical was the woman sitting next to me. She was noticeably laughing until “Fuck you, God” came on. Then I think smoke billowed out of her ears until the curtain call.

The great moments in the musical were places where they explain accurately the horrendously ridiculous Mormon tradition and beliefs, and Tina would lean over and ask, “They really believe that?”

I nodded and said, “Yep.”

She shook her head in disbelief. But if you described any faith tradition to any adult — as long as it’s not their own — it’s perceived as ridiculous. I mean really, if you never heard the Christian gospel, or the Jewish plight or the Muslim concept, you’d shake your head in disbelief.

I’d like to buy a Hasa Diga Eebowai t-shirt.

I think a lot of my family would wear one.

Nah, I’m just yanking your tooters.

Perspective: life, death, humility, and reality.

Author of “Letting Go of God” and former SNL star Julia Sweeney talks about life and death in the above clip.

Pondering the idea of life and death is a large factor that drove me to let go of god. The way I see it is that for all of time, my conscious was sleeping only to be awoken in 1975. But from 1975 to eternity, my conscious will remain awake.

Hypothetically, should I choose the right concept of belief, largely based on the environment of my upbringing, I will spend eternity in a good or bad place.

If I was born 4,000 ago, this applies. If I’m born in 4,000 years, again, it applies. It’s not an airtight argument for or against any idea. But it’s definitely one of take a look at.

The other great idea Sweeney brings up in the clip is that of prayer. Doing and thinking of doing are two completely different concepts.

And if you think you’re a blip on a large timeline, the difference between thinking of helping and helping become significantly different concepts.

Thanks, Sunny, for the link.