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On Photographs and Stories

This weekend I was faced with a question that I’ve been up against many times before. You see, my friend Travis wanted a group of us to get together and go have a nice picnic somewhere and enjoy the nice weather. As with most things involving Travis, this meant that having cameras around were a must. So I found myself once again staring down at my camera bag trying to decide if I wanted to lug the whole thing around or pick just a few bits of equipment to take with me. Seeing as it was a picnic, with the possibility of Frisbee and other things thrown in, it didn’t seem to make much sense to lug around my flash or any giant or specialized lenses. So, what should I bring?

As a photographer, I’ve always been biased toward having more gear so I can capture what I want. I’ll see something and think, “this would be a great shot!” I’ll then root around a camera bag to find the right lens for it and spend some time setting up the camera. However, having decided to carry a limited amount of gear with me, I found myself spending far too much time trying to find the minimal gear to provide the maximum flexibility.

After getting more and more anxious about my choice, my Zen proclivities kicked in, knocked on my brain’s door, and firmly asked it to calm down and think about why having the right equipment mattered so much.

I sat and thought for a moment, and went back to a realization I had when I first stopped taking pictures and started making pictures. For any of you out there, if you want to go beyond taking photographs for their memories or just snapping to see what you get, you need what most artists call “vision”. I know it’s a haughty term, usually thrown in when an “Artist” is babbling on trying to justify why a print that cost them $30 to make should sell for $3000. (“My Vision was to portray, through this picture of a sad clown holding a chunk of meat, the suffering of the modern lower class at the hands of the elite.” If anyone ever says something like this to you, punch them in the face… especially if they’re the kind of people who can pronounce capital letters.)

However, in photography, I think “having a vision” is nothing more than complicated “telling a story.” Every photograph tells a story. This is why sitting through your family’s holiday photos can be so boring. The stories most holiday photos tell are: “Here’s Darla and I standing in front of the hotel” or “Here’s Darla and I eating dinner at a restaurant we found.” After a couple hundred of these photos, most normal humans are driven to madness.

When I was growing up, I had the benefit of an Aunt who studied photography and art, and who shot not only for her own enjoyment but to potentially sell and hang in galleries. When she would come back from a trip overseas, she would show us the photographs she had taken. Sure there were still photos of “the nice family I met who owned the little restaurant I had dinner in when I was in Rome”, but they were few and far between, and could be appreciated within the show of beautiful photographs as little snippets of connector story. Her post-vacation photos were always inspiring and you walked away feeling like you had taken a trip yourself, with snippets of narrative dancing in your head.

As a photographer, the greatest thing you can do for yourself is to learn to make photographs that tell a story within themselves. Stop snapping “See Spot Run” and start making “The Fall of the House of Usher”. (Feel free to insert a favorite story of you own here instead. I’ve been on a Poe kick this week.)

So how do you learn to start telling stories with your photographs, and more importantly, how do you improve the stories you’re telling?

Since I’m also a writer, and I know many of you who read this are as well, I’ll defer to that discipline for some advice. Stephen King said is his book On Writing, “If you don’t have the time to read, you don’t have the time or the tools to write.” If we carry this over to photography: “If you don’t have time to look at the work of others, you don’t have the time or the tools to make your own photograph.”

Find a master photographer whose work suits your tastes and spend some time analyzing their work. Figure out not only how they made the shot technically, but what story the photograph tells you. You’ll start to see patterns emerge that can influence your own style, and hopefully you’ll also see something completely unexpected that will make you reconsider your own style from the ground up.

This is the most powerful tool in the bag, but it’s far from the only.

As I mentioned earlier, I’m a photographer that tends to see a photograph and then tries to find the tools to make it. I think for any photographer these skills are really important and can teach you a lot about the equipment you’re using. If you’re not currently spending time doing this sort of thing, you should start. However, it does means lugging around a lot of equipment, and it can stifle creativity. How can you force yourself out of the comfort zone if you only take the pictures you’re inclined to see?

This is why, on Sunday, I decided to only pack one extra lens. As a habit I always take my kit lens with me. It’s got a decent enough zoom that if I really want to capture something specific I can. However, I decided to put my 50mm prime f1.8 lens on my camera, and not take it off unless I really felt there was a shot I needed. (Some habits are hard to break.)

By constraining myself to this one focal length, I forced myself to change not my equipment, but the kind of story I was look to capture. The 50mm prime is easily my fastest lens. It afforded me the ability to keep the shutter at a comfortable hand-held speed even as the sun was setting over our picnic, as well as experimenting with an incredibly shallow depth of field. I’ve only had this lens since Christmas, and with the cold weather, I’ve only been able to use it in doors for a few portraits. It was time to really explore what it was capable of.

What I discovered was that it gave me the ability to focus in on the people I was with and tell their story, instead of telling the story of them in their surroundings. With the narrow depth of field I was able to focus on their eyes, which rendered the background very pleasantly out of focus. This emphasized that the focus was solely on them and what they were doing. The background then becomes the seasoning on the shot, giving you the basic context of “oh they’re outside” but without distracting you with needless detail. This can be especially important when shooting a person against a busy city scene or otherwise complex background where you really need to ensure the character of the subject of the photo shines through.

(Pro tip: I mentioned this in passing above, but focusing on the eyes of a subject is the single most important thing you need to do when photographing people. Human beings tend to focus on the eyes first when they look at another person. If the eyes are out of focus, an otherwise great shot of a person can be totally ruined).

In looking back at past portraits I’ve taken, I saw immediately how much more interesting the stories were in the new shots. Going forward, I now have a much clearer idea of how to work with my subject to tell their story, and so if I’m ever called upon to do this, I can quickly and efficiently make those photographs.

As to why that’s so important, well, perhaps in a future post, I’ll talk about how to fight against the stiffness and nervousness most people feel when a camera is on them. As it is, I’ve gone on long enough. As usual when I talk about photography, I’ll conclude this post with some photographs. The first few are those I spoke of above. I also had a few other experiments on Sunday that I haven’t spoken about here. I think I’ll simply post the results and let you figure out the stories and technical details for yourself.

Action Travis

Futility

Sunset Flight

Clover

Ciao,

- B

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Putting Your Best Foot Forward and Happy Accidents

Have I mentioned how important it is to put your best foot forward in everything you do? Maybe I have and maybe I haven’t, but in either case let me say it now.

It is really important to put your best foot forward in everything you do.

Historically I’ve not always been good at this. When I didn’t see the point or benefit in doing something, I’d often slack off on it, or just get it done as quickly as possible to get on to the next, hopefully more interesting thing. However, with age comes wisdom, and the wisdom I have now reminds me that my time here is limited, and if I’m doing something, I should do it well to get as full and rich an experience from it while I have time. This becomes more important, I think, when we add the idea of looking back at what we’ve done. It’s like getting a tattoo on your arm, but wimping out on finishing it when it gets too painful. What are you left with then? A half finished tattoo which will mock you for the rest of your life. Sure, you can get it removed, but you’ll still have the memory (and perhaps some scarring).

In life though, not everything can be so easily removed as a tattoo.

Before I wax too generally philosophic, I’ll move on to why this has been on my mind. When I was at the Force Fed Lies show this past Sunday, I had a brief, but very interesting, concept with their vocalist, Joe, which featured, among other things, this idea. Later, when I was processing the photos for that and combing through them looking for the best, it popped back in to my mind. Most of the photos were well exposed, and probably could have been posted. However, by taking a little time to pick out the ones with the best subject matter, and then popping them in to Photoshop for a little tweaking of levels, I could end up with a great, if smaller, crop of photos I could be proud to look back on. The choice to me seems obvious.

I think this is an idea that most photographers miss. I realize that every Professional, and most semi-Pro photographers know this, but they’re in the minority. Really, everyone with a camera phone who uses it to snap a pic now and then is a photographer at some level. Why do people, then, accept such poor quality photographs?

Well, for some it’s a limitation on resources. Maybe their camera sucks, and they don’t have the money for a new one. It’s even easier to think of someone who doesn’t have the money for Photoshop (though GIMP is pretty great these days, almost as powerful, and FREE, so that may be moot). For others maybe they just don’t see the photos as bad.

However, I know enough photographers who have very good taste and sense of what’s a good photograph, who have really nice cameras, and who still just dump everything off their camera and call it a day. I really can’t begin to guess why.

So here’s my encouragement to all photographers out there. If you think your photo is “good enough”, or that you’re as good a photographer as it is possible to be, stop and ask if it, or you, can’t be any better. I’d bet good money that both can be improved. Be critical! Work at it!

Here’s some simple ways to make some drastic improvements in your quality:

  1. Take a lot more pictures of the same subject than you think you’ll need or want. (But see point 2)
  2. Never take the same picture twice. Try in each to change even a little something, like the angle you’re shooting at or the length of the exposure, or narrowness of depth of field.
  3. To do the above more effectively, read your camera manual and try out everything in there.
  4. Never settle for good enough. If it’s not among the best 10% of pictures you’ve taken recently, it’s probably not good, and you shouldn’t consider using it (be it in a vacation album or posted on a website for others to see).
  5. Post process.

I want to talk about point 5 a little more, because far too many people skip this step. Even if a photograph is one of the top 1% of pictures you’ve taken recently, you may be able to make it better. Yes, the mark of a great photographer, and the goal of anyone who wants to be one, is to produce a perfect exposure in the camera. However, even great photographers process their photos. Sometimes, especially if you’re shooting raw, you get lucky and you maybe just need to sharpen them a little to correct for the formatting. Still, that’s a little something that needs done. It’s the attention to detail that will make you great. Don’t wuss out because it takes too long. Put the picture in Photoshop and tweak the levels a little bit to see what happens. You’ll usually find that the exposure you wanted and the exposure you got are a little off from each other, and it will show you in clear terms what you need to do next time to get a better in-camera exposure.

Doing too much to the picture after the fact can be a problem too. If you have to spend more than 5 – 10 minutes tweaking an image, it’s probably not worth using the image. Strive for perfection, but realize that sometimes you have to abandon an image with a subject or composition that you love because, objectively, it’s just not quite there. Keep it around and learn from it, but it’s not something anyone else needs to see.

You also need to realize that sometimes all of the above is crap, and the best pictures you take can be happy accidents that come out of the camera perfect. If this is the case, rejoice and relax and share them with as many people as will listen to you. (Bragging is okay too, but we reserve the right to tell you to shut up.)

What will this get you? Well, primarily a lot of nice feedback from friends and maybe strangers of how lovely your images are. Really though, a photograph to the photographer is a memory of a time and a place. Be it a vacation photo or a still life you set up in the studio, it’s a memento of the time you spent there. Your memento can be grainy, under/over-exposed, slightly out of focus, and/or slightly off compositionally. Your memento could also be stunning, and a photo that shows off the best of your abilities as a photographer at the time you took it. How would you rather remember your life?

I think, at the end of the day, the difference between a photographer and a good photographer is quality control. We all aren’t savants, and a savant with good quality control will probably always be better, but the rest of us can go a long way if only we put our best foot forward.

In the end though, and in the spirit of the happy accident, I’ll leave you with a few of the same that I found while processing the last Force Fed Lies set:

Neon Church Guitar

Force Fed Psychedelia

Neon Danny

Ciao,

- B

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A Boston Proposal and Force Fed Lies

My weekends, though often useful and interesting to me, rarely seem to yield something to talk about up here. I’m delighted, with that in mind, that a couple of really fun things happened this weekend that I can talk about. I’m further delighted to say I was there with camera in hand so I can also share some pictures from the big events.

It all started on Friday, when at “team lunch” at work, my coworker Dan Bryan requested that well all gather around and heckle and generally make him as nervous as possible as he played his way through a couple of songs on the accordion. It seems one of his friends was orchestrating a surprise proposal on Saturday, and wanted Dan to play a couple of songs for them to dance to after the big question was popped. Much fun and merriment was had in the office, but being overly sentimental and curious as I am, I decided to take Dan at his word that we should go check out the festivities.

Such it was that my friend Anna and I found ourselves wandering around Copley Square, ready to appear suddenly in front of the Boston Public Library (at around 2) to witness the big event. It was really lovely how it all came together. He had gotten her there under some pretense, and then, at a signal, an a cappella group descended out of nowhere and started singing to them. They performed 4 songs in the frigid cold, and then he dropped to his knee, fumbled for the ring a bit, and popped the question. The lucky lady luckily said yes, and while she was nearly shaking with joy, and he was grinning ear to ear, Dan Bryan popped up with his accordion and decked out in a tuxedo to serenade the lucky couple. It was lovely.

A Boston Proposal

A Boston Proposal

Dan Bryan, with Accordion

Sunday evening found me wandering my way over to the Fenway area to find a venue called Church. I’ve talked about my friend Ken’s band, Force Fed Lies, on here a number of times. I think I’ve even mentioned I was on their album briefly (gang vocalist). Well, this Sunday was finally the release party for their album, and as their intrepid unofficial official photographer, I grabbed my gear and wandered over. It was a great evening. It was a show entirely of friends and family. There was a great turnout, the bands were awesome, and it was just a lot of fun. It was also a lot of fun to see how many people I’m starting to recognize at their shows. It certainly makes Boston feel a lot smaller and more closely knit that it has in the past. Anyway, here are some of my favorite images from the show.

Force Fed Lies

Force Fed Lies

Force Fed Lies
Ciao,

- B

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Little Saint Nick

St. Nicholas

St. Nicholas

Not many people know that I am named after St. Nicholas. This is what my mother used to tell me come Christmas, anyway, but in the past several years I’ve not had much occasion to think about it.

In this time of contemplation (which I covered in a previous post) it randomly popped in to my mind, and I took it upon myself to find out more about my namesake.

Since I was raised a protestant christian, I never really knew the stories of any of the the saints. What I did know is that St. Nicholas (Ol’ Saint Nick to most of you) was the historical basis for Santa Claus. And oh boy how much did I know about Santa Claus. There’s so many old stories and traditions and Coke ads to remember. I remember sitting on some strangers lap as a child, and my parents not thinking about it because he was wearing a red suit and a beard. If I close my eyes I can see Santa riding around on firetrucks through my town, and poking his jolly red ass in to Thanksgiving by way of the Macy’s Day parade. Oh the marketing! Oh the sparkly, white, buy-a-brand-new-expensive-piece-of-plastic joy of it all!

So after recovering from my commercialism induced seizure, I decided to dig a bit deeper. Here’s what I now know about St. Nicholas, from a purely historic perspective:

St. Nicholas was born in the third century AD, in the village of Patara, in what is now Turkey. He lost his parents to an epidemic when young. He was persecuted, exiled, and imprisoned under the Roman Emperor Diocletian for being a Christian. He was made Bishop of Myra. He attended the Council of Nicaea. He died and was buried in Myra.

So that was the man in all his facts. So what about the legend?

Well, it’s said that he used the whole of the inheritance he received at the passing of his wealthy parents to assist the needy and sick. He is rumored to have prayed for the resurrection of children that had been murdered. There’s a story that he rescued, after his own death (as a spirit then I guess), a young boy who was taken as a slave, and return him to his parents. He is rumored to have anonymously provided the dowries for three daughter of a poor man, so they could marry a good man.

(This is just a quick summation, and I could spend time recounting his legends in a more engaging way, but I won’t because the St. Nicholas Center has already done a great job of that.)

St. Nicholas, clearly, was a giver. He was a truly generous soul. Today he is revered at the Patron Saint of Children, for what that’s worth (though he’s regarded fondly by others for other reasons too). He was also, clearly, devout and an important man in the early church.

What, though, does this mean for us today? Well, I don’t really know what it means for you. Maybe nothing. Maybe it’s just a nice story. Maybe, if you have faith in Christ, it’s a noble example of how to live a devout life.

For me, at the moment, I think it reminds me that things change with time, and not always for the better. Santa Claus is fine and dandy, but he’s nothing more than a commercial entity to me these days. There are certainly still messages of generosity and caring that are so often associated with him, but I don’t really think they belong there. They belong to a man who lived thousands of years ago in the middle east (no, not Jesus this time… though some would argue otherwise I’m sure). Santa is an adaptation; a derivative work of fiction based on a real man who did apparently great things (even if you discount the miraculous ones).

So this year, I’m going to try to remember my past and always try to get to the bottom of things. Above all, though, I think I owe it to St. Nicholas to be a kinder, wiser, and more generous person. I did steal his name after all.

Ciao,

- B

* The image of St. Nicholas above is attributed to The InstaPLANET CulturalUniverse at en.wikipedia, and was used under a Creative Commons Attribution and ShareAlike 2.5 license (CC-BY-SA-2.5). The image was found on Wikipedia at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_Nicholas.

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I Think Jay Lake Just Called Me a Larva

I am reminded, suddenly, as my brain decides to come awake to the world in general, that I get to join some of my lovely fellow NaNoBoston warriors tonight for a bit of writing. The Novel, you see, has been calling to me again as of late. It wants to feel me lovingly caress it with my brain, building it towards having an actual ending. That, if I should achieve it, will be a first for me. You see, last year I did indeed write a novel’s length of first draft, but I never actually finished the story. It sat for a year, gathering dust and being slowly erased from my brain by the ravages of time and alcohol. Looking back at it, that was probably for the best. RIP Glitch. I’m sorry you never got to ravage the minds of man (but no one else is).

This year, though, my ability to write a first draft has progressed from “drooling on the keyboard” to “shoveling out a load of drivel”, and so I feel compelled to actually finish this one and see what happens from there. I’m quite looking forward to it.

In keeping with my ramblings about starting down the rabbit hole of writerly endeavor, I’d like to point you to the following perspective on, what Jay Lake calls “The larval stages of the common American speculative fiction writer”

An excerpt:

I could do better than this. A monkey could do better than this.

After re-reading volumes I through XVII of A Game of Throne-Captains of the Mystical Vagina of Time, the writer will exclaim, “I could do better than this! A monkey could do better than this!” Many amazing careers have been launched from this moment. It should be honored, much like any moment of conception, possibly by bunking out for a wet wipe and a smoke afterward.

Yours in larval rapture,

- B

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New Year’s Reminiscences and Ruminations

Over at Time with Tom, which I lovingly refer to as Twit, Tom has a post up with his thoughts on New Year’s Resolutions. In honor of that, I’m stealing his idea and writing my own in an effort to carry on the conversation.

All in all I agree with Tom’s sentiments. (Yes, I know, a terrible way to start off a post. “So and so had this to say, let me count the ways I agree.” Bear with me, original thoughts will follow.) I’d have said much the same thing had it been my clever idea in the first place. To wit: I don’t make New Year’s Resolutions because I find them arbitrary and meaningless. The things I stick to are the things I come to naturally, not to some misguided conception that an arbitrarily decided calendar starting date in a system arbitrarily set up to measure time means that I should make misguided promises to myself.

To the casual observer, though, I bet it does look as thought I make New Year’s Resolutions, and just relish being a contrarian by saying I don’t. Well buckle your seat-belts kids, because Uncle Brandon is going to drive this car right off the Cliff of Thinking Too Much(TM).

Though arbitrary, New Year’s is still a holiday, and falling so close to Christmas I think we’ve all experienced what I like to term the Holiday Lull. This is the month from about the middle of December to the middle of January where everyone is ridiculously busy shopping and travelling halfway across the country in peak traffic to see family. This is also the time that those of us who don’t make a big to-do or take a multi-week vacation get to sit in nearly vacant office buildings or remarkably quiet apartments/houses and piss away the free time we have. Most of our friends are off with family, most of our family is off with other family (who we may not be inclined to visit) and most of the blog authors and journalists and other Internet content creators are off doing their own thing. This is the time where you catch up on all those books you want to read and shows you’re behind on, because there’s no one around and the internet is all but dead (with the exception of some MMOs, but I have to deal with enough assholes in the real world, thanks very much).

This is the time when I find myself, given nothing else to to do, reflecting a lot on not only the past year, but my life to this point. I start thinking about how things are going for me right now. It should come as no surprise, then, that by the middle of January I’ve usually arrived at some conclusion about how things are going and whether to continue down that path or not. It’s never really felt like I’m sitting down to make a New Year’s Resolution, but invariably I come to the end of January with some noble sense of “I need to be a better person, and I think doing X will help with that.”

It’s never the trivial crap, like exercising more, eating better, or spending less money. Those things happen naturally over time and the course of the year. No, these are huge things in my life that are going to take 6 months to a year to really get ramped up on (and often they may lead to a lifetime of study or practice in a certain area). And I always stick to them, until they reach their necessary conclusion.

Maybe I’m the only person who does this. (I doubt it.) Maybe everyone does this. (I equally doubt that.) However, next year, if you find yourself loathing the Holiday Lull and driven mad by staring at the TV for so many hours on end, maybe you’ll find yourself doing this too.

I suppose I should note, seeing as it’s already the 20th, that you can safely assume I’ve come around to my conclusion for this year. I’m not ready to spill the beans on it quite yet. A select few people know, and a few more will come to find out soon enough. Suffice it to say I’m excited, and I hope to have more to report as the year wears on.

Here’s hoping for a fantastic Twenty-Ten.

Ciao,

- B

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Total Perspective Vortex

From The Restaurant at the End of the Universe, the second book in The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy Trilogy by Douglas Adams:

The Total Perspective Vortex derives its picture of the whole Universe on the principle of extrapolated matter analyses.  Since every piece of matter in the Universe is in some way affected by every other piece of matter in the Universe, it is in theory possible to extrapolate the whole of creation – every sun, every planet, their orbits, their composition and their economic and social history from, say, one small piece of fairy cake.

The man who invented the Total Perspective Vortex did so basically in order to annoy his wife.

Trin Tragula – for that was his name – was a dreamer, a thinker, a speculative philosopher or, as his wife would have it, an idiot.  She would nag him incessantly about the utterly inordinate amount of time he spent staring out into space, or mulling over the mechanics of safety pins, or doing spectrographic analyses of pieces of fairy cake.

“Have some sense of proportion!” she would say, sometimes as often as thirty-eight times in a single day.

And so he built the Total Perspective Vortex, just to show her.  Into one end he plugged the whole of reality as extrapolated from a piece of fairy cake, and into the other end he plugged his wife: so that when he turned it on she saw in one instant the whole infinity of creation and herself in relation to it.

To Trin Tragula’s horror, the shock completely annihilated her brain; but to his satisfaction he realized that he had proved conclusively that if life is going to exist in a Universe of this size, then the one thing it cannot have is a sense of proportion.

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“The Knowledge, it fills me… it is neat!”

I don’t want to make this a link blog, however there are occasions where there’s something I really feel compelled to point out for just how cool it is. As it stands, there are quite a few things I’ve been geeking out over lately, so I thought I’d share:

DIY Kodachrome Manufacturing Equipment:

Occasionally something iconic goes the way of the dodo. In June, we lost Kodachrome, the iconic film, and inspiration for a Pual Simon song of the same name. Many professional photographers, and long time photography enthusiasts, lamented this decision, but the demand just was no longer there. However, for those who live only for their Kodachrome exposures, there is hope. An article on BoingBoing has brought to the attention of the masses one intrepid enthusiast who’s taken his art in to his hands and set up his own equipment to continue manufacturing Kodacrhome film. I salute this whole heartedly. It’s wonderful to think we live in a world where someone can take the time, effort, and know-how and keep an aging icon from dying completely. Here’s to the makers of the world!

“A Christmas Carol” manuscript photographed in total for the first time:

I am not ashamed to admit the fact that I loathe Charles Dickens. He bores me. My reaction may not be as violent as it was to Nathaniel Hawthorne’s “The Scarlet Letter” (which I finished, and then threw across the room is disgust). It’s more akin to my reaction to Charlotte Brontë’s “Jane Eyre”, which I simply gave up on after fifty or so pages (and got the Cliff Notes to pass the test I had on it in my high school English class). It’s not that I don’t acknowledge the importance of these authors and their works. I do. However, the subject matter of both “The Scarlet Letter” and “Jane Eyre” bores me beyond tears and right in to nausea (and I have a burning hatred for the way Brontë constructs everything from her narrative right down to her prose). What bothers me so about Dickens is that, as far as the narrative content of his books go, I should enjoy him. However, his long winded construction of that narrative and fascination with unimportant details (for the sake of filling pages, not continuing the story) makes me want to drive a fork in to my leg.

This is what’s so nice about “A Christmas Carol”. It’s short. Written to try and pad his pockets after some tough financial times it is wonderfully devoid of the unnecessary detail plaguing so much of his other work. He progresses through the story adeptly, and ends up with a heartwarming tale of Christmas good will and cheer.

Now, I’ve come to find out, that for the first time, the Morgan Library and Museum, which posses the original penned manuscript of this holiday tale, has finally allowed the full manuscript to be photographed and published digitally. This is not only cool for history buffs, but for anyone interested in the process of writing. The manuscript contains all of the edits Dicken’s made to the story as he went along, including some interesting cuts and rearrangements to help draw the dramatic tension to it’s proper height. There’s even a quite notable omission near the end. It seems that Dicken’s did not feel the need to make clear that Tiny Tim lives at the end until after the manuscript had been submitted to the printer.

This is an interesting look at the tale. Click over to the article at the New York Times to find more about the manuscript, and a link to the digital images of it.

Data-mining Classic Literature:

Continuing in the vein of literary geekery, Wired has a short article about someone who is attempting to do data mining on classic literature. It’s short enough that I’m not going to summarize what’s being done there. By tracking things like word choice and sentence construction, and correlating them to cultural trends at the time, I think this research could have some very interesting ramifications on how we look at literature in the future.

NaNoWriMo Stat-gasm:

Since I’ve got you this far, I’d like to take a moment to offer kudos to the Office of Letters and Lights for running a fantastic NaNoWriMo this year. How amazing was it? Just take a look at the post NaNo stat dump. Between the 19.2% win rate, and the cumulative 2,427,190,537 words written during the event, it’s easy to see why this year was so great.

And now, until I have something interesting to say again, I bid you farewell.

- B

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NaNoWriMo 2009 Wrap-Up

As the last hours of National Novel Writing Month tick down, I, thankfully, can sit back and watch them pass without a care in the world. I am, of course, cheering on the few friends and fellow NaNoBoston Wrimos who are typing as fast as their fingers will let them to try and cram in a truly remarkable amount of words before the midnight deadline hits. However, I do this from the comfort of my office chair, sipping on a latte, and pretending to be a real person again.

So how did I do? Well, if you look at my NaNo profile, my NaNo Stats will show that this month was a bit of a roller coaster. Unlike Tom, whose stat graph is something most scientists only dream of when plotting experimental data over time, mine has definite peaks and valleys. There are days when I surged ahead valiantly, only to fall in to languor or have life step in the way. I’ll make no excuses, but merely hope that managing to win a bit early compensates for the days of lackluster performance.

I owe that win to Anna (also known as Swiss Anna, crazy Anna, or her username bandanna, so as not to be confused with our wonderful ML Anna, also know as QueenOfTheUniverse) who decided that we should all be a little crazier than usual and try to do a 24 hour writing marathon. I’ll admit here that even in this I was a bit languid, sauntering in at a very reasonable 11am after a full nights sleep, instead of the dark and dreary 6am when it started. However, I did stay through to 6am the following morning, so I hope that counts for something.

This mighty endeavor ended up propelling five of us to victory, as we stumbled across the 50k mark sleep deprived and delrious. How delirious, you ask. Well, I’ll refer you to the Twitter account we set up to help people keep track of where we were. Read through it and I think you’ll see what I mean. My own twitter account from that time brings this little gem:

Holy shit it’s 4am and I’m in Roxbury. What the fuck has NaNoWriMo done to me?

I’m sure I’ll have more stories to tell once I’ve recovered from the month a bit further, and once we’ve officially concluded it with the Thank God It’s Over party this coming Sunday. In the meantime, I’ll leave you with some excerpts from my Twitter account this month. I decided that I would post my word count and a quote of the day every day. I fell well short of that, but here’s a full list of all those quotes and the day they were posted on, in case you missed them. Note that a “Day of Fail” does not necessarily denote that I did not write anything, but simply that I did not post a quote for that day.

  1. “I piss excellence, damnit.”
  2. “He had the urge to hug this man and break his face in with a shoe all at once.”
  3. “You are, in fact, being sodomized so hard by reality that you cannot even begin to understand this fact for the sheer sensory overload of the experience.”
  4. “Then he exploded.”
  5. “Mike reflexively grabbed his ass, and his hand came up bloody.”
  6. Day Of Fail
  7. “Well what the fuck are you going to have me go and do next? Dip my balls in acid and see what happens?”
  8. “Oh, it’s the roof.” “The roof,” Mike asked. “Yeah, the roof is on fire.”
  9. “Ah tequila, that horrible brown liquid.”
  10. Day Of Fail
  11. Day Of Fail
  12. Day Of Fail
  13. “It’s the language of the world, Mike. It’s the primal scream of every living thing on the planet.”
  14. “As if the timing was commanded by God himself, Walter reappeared carrying three well worn machetes.”
  15. “Kill a fucking demon? Are you completely mental?”
  16. “Really, if life was going to be completely nonsensical, it should at least do it with some panache.”
  17. “Sitting in them, Mike decided, felt just a tiny bit worse than getting caught face first in barbed wire.”
  18. Day Of Fail
  19. “I… did you just burn all of that?” “Yes.” “Six hours of writing…” “Yes, now moving on…”
  20. Day Of Fail
  21. Day Of Fail
  22. Day Of Fail
  23. “Luckily for Mike, that sensation was short lived as he was viciously electrocuted in front of a live audience.”
  24. “As his chest rose and fell for the last time, his cane fell and shattered on the hard pavement.”
  25. “Yes, and if I’m up on my culture, it appeared to be the hooded visage of death, as imagined by Walt Disney.”
  26. Day Of Fail
  27. Day Of Fail
  28. Day Of Fail
  29. Day Of Victory!
  30. Day Of Sweet Joy and Relaxation!

Ciao,

- B

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They’re Coming…

Yes, I know. It must be tiring to read socially progressive posts from people in Massachusetts. However, I’ll try to keep this one brief.

My friend Jeff let me know that the [opinion redacted, because if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all] members of the Westboro Baptist Church are going to be picketing at the Boston University Hillel tomorrow afternoon sometime. I refuse to look for any more detail because even thinking about this infuriates me (but if you’d like to go and counter-protest them, I think there’s information on their website about their protests).

However, I have a few things to say about this whole WBC thing, and so I’ll address them directly:

  1. Gay people have been able to marry in Massachusetts now for over five years, and the world hasn’t ended. Massachusetts may have it’s problems, but same-sex marriage isn’t one of them. To those who would like think that somehow God will punish those who approve of homosexuality, I’d like to point out that we have less in the way of crushing problems than, oh, say, Michigan, who has banned both same-sex marriage and civil unions for same-sex couples. (California is also notable, since the state seems to be either on fire or quaking at any given time. I think there’s a book in the bible that features that sort of thing. Oh yeah! Revelation.)
  2. Judaism has been around significantly longer than your pathetic form of ultra-conservative barely-even-Christianity (don’t you have to follow the teachings of Christ to be a Christian?) nonsense. I’d tell you to get with the times, but you can’t even seem to make it 1900 BCE. (Note to non-WBC readers who can appreciate this sort of thin: Thi is the best date I could find as to when the religion started. I’m probably off, but the snarky point stands.)
  3. I hear you’re protesting Barney Frank now. Keeping the above two in mind, I’d like to say that I’m proud to have Mr. Frank as a representative of my state, and only wish that more people in congress has the balls to stand up for what they believe in. We elected him for a reason (to raise his voice against people like you, among other things).
  4. Finally, you probably think that I’m going to hell because I hold these opinions. If that is the case, and the only people who get to go to heaven are people who live their entire life brimming over with impotent fear, ignorance, and hatred, then I’d like to just say that I look forward to it. Have fun not having any fun in heaven, I’ll be grabbing a latte with Ghandi in whatever it is you think hell is like.

I said I’d keep this short, but I do have one more suggestion. If anyone heads out to counter-protest the WBC tomorrow, this might make a good protest sign:

“The Devil is in the details.” – Gustave Flaubert

“LEVITICUS gives the detail” – Scofield Study Bible

Ciao,

- B

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