I'm sitting at my desk, sick with the flu, listening to the
soundtrack to A Beautiful Mind. James Horner riffing on John Nash, the New Jersey mathematician that won the Nobel Prize for his
work on game theory while battling schizophrenia.
I like math. It's my
dirty little secret, like I'm the music lover afraid to admit I admire the
sound of steel guitars and Nashville twang. Still, symmetry and iterative
patterns please me, and that means that I need to like math. And, like those that hide their love for
smoking, there's only so long that I can hide the smell of my love for
Abstractions and structural details, the curlicues and gewgaws
of light and form, are the focus of this week's picture envy.
Tangents and parabolas are probably the most obvious and yet
most lovely of repeating, organic curves out there. <em>20 Degrees</em> represents a
series of intersecting tangents running along a curved plane. Part of Whateverland, Archie Florcruz' always-interesting
Less a representation of geometric form than of the integral
of a Riemann's sum, Got Lost reminds me of that stage of
night when I've enjoyed a good fifties era bar a bit too
much. It's that drink after the last one
you should have had.
This one's obvious: Buckminster Fuller's geodesic dome,
defined in technical language as the "triangulation of a Platonic solid or
other polyhedron to produce a close approximation to a sphere," which is
technically accurate yet irritatingly opaque. I remember coming to Montreal,
as a kid, and visiting the botanical gardens, which were on display near the Biosphere. I don't remember much about the
Biosphere. It was there. I remember seeing exhibits on flora from Japan and the American Southwest – delicate ferns, bonsais and broadsword thrusts of
yucca – and then wandering around the city before having roasted lamb in a
small, too dark Greek restaurant. A memory that is technically accurate yet irritatingly opaque.
Asbury Lanes, Asbury Park, New Jersey Canon EOS Elan 7ne, ISO 1600, 1/30th Sec.
To everyone that's written, thank you for your kind words. Flounder is doing much better, having suffered, at worst, a rather substantial concussion (as I've put it, once that clears up, I'm certain my father will entertain giving Flounder another one). The car isn't doing so well, but I take the good with the bad.
My trial stretched across the week, right up to the poing when I wrapped myself in blankets and slept through most of Good Friday. Today, my Nyquil-addled mind is wrapped around Bob Adelman's and Tess Gallagher's Carver Country: The World of Raymond Carver (here's the Amazonian link). Old, derelict shacks and roughneck motels that dot the Yakima landscape are my afternoon. I am loathe to spend the day at home, being sick.
A few months back, I went the Wednesday night punk rock bowling show at Asbury Lanes. Old Troma Studios horror movies on a sheet across the middle lanes, a bad, angsty punk band churning out power chords in front and a good cheap bar in the corner. I'm a fan. Swing by, have a bucket of tater tots, a PBR, and smoke a Lucky Strike. It'll be good for you.
No picture envy this weekend. I spent the entire time in the hospital with my brother, who was foolish enough to decide to have a car accident. I'm also on trial tomorrow, which is unfortunate, as it means that I now have to go to work and prepare.
Slower.net, Untitled (Dec. 14, 2004) Eliot Shepard, the ever-so-New-York photoblogger who was featured in the NY Times article on photoblogging (Prospecting for Gold among the Photo Blogs), has this shot of ... well, an ever-so-New-York party. I was up there this weekend for a wine tasting (mmm, table after table of evil), and chuckle now at the somewhat constant posing done by certain segments of the City's population. Eliot's picture grasps that quite well.
Light Tight, 180 Sky Aside from the "wicked cool" factor, this shot has such great coloration that it deserves a serious look. Ryan Flynn has a skateboarding-oriented photoblog that really has some amazing coloration. It's a shame he doesn't post technical information regarding photos, as I'd love to know whether he shot this on film or digital (I'm hoping film; a bronx cheer to you digital users ;-) ).
What the hell. I'll cheat this week. Here's a fourth, 'cause it's so perfect for this subject.
Always Curious, Well Played Always Curious has consistently good shots. This one, though, brings up one of my favorite things, namely the way that a character of a person seems to burst forth from the way they fix their eyes on the world. Now, aside from the fact that this determined expression is one that I always appreciated, there's a certain amount of isolating structure that I really like in this photo. Charlie O'Shields, author of Always Curious, has done a good job of keeping out any distracting foreground/background details. I've got to work on that skill, I think.
I had quite the weekend. First, I went hiking in Montauk with two friends, both photographers, leading to an excess of photographs and nearly one trespassing charge, then, I had the pleasure of attending Belmar's St. Patrick's Day Parade this weekend. It's quite the cultural event, as the parade itself (I will be posting photos of this later), is like a trip into the 1950's, and then the after-parties at 507, the Boathouse, and Bar Anticipation are like trips back to the most insane college parties I've experienced. At 507, I ran into Gigglechick, another local Jersey blogger. Beer and photos were had. Gigglechick was, of course, incredibly cool. I was my traditional, introverted, largely incoherent self.
I awoke this morning, checked my stats and let out a Homer-like yell. "500 hits before lunch?! What the friggin... oh. my. god. How did this happen? Oh. Oh my."