The Q-gun can really pull things in tight…
I think I’ve about had it with Wordpiss. Their comment approval process is fine for rejecting dozens of spam comments, but it’s terrible for approving a valid comment where you have to actually READ it before you’re sure it’s good. The only way to read the whole comment to the end, as far as I could see, was to edit it! I could not find any option for viewing the comment as it would appear if approved. And then, when I try to follow any links to the post it’s a comment to, they’re links for editing it, not reading it. This is stupid.
I have a sneaking feeling that Blogger is much easier to work with. But I don’t want to move yet more of my life on to Google’s servers. I think they’ve now officially crossed the line into being the new Microsoft — the big dominant choice that anyone who doesn’t like monopolies ought to look for alternatives to. Since Windows 8 came out, Microsoft might actually now qualify as an underdog. If not now, then they will soon.
IBM has been an underdog for a while now. If they achieve the ability to answer natural-language questions before Google does, as they well might, I’ll be rooting for them, even though they were once the bad guy. But I won’t go so far as to root for Microsoft… the memories of their ways when they were on top are a bit too fresh.
As for blogging platforms… what I really miss is Livejournal. Why are today’s social networking sites so good for connecting people but so terrible for longer-form writing? LJ was the one and only time that I saw thoughtful blogging combined with strong social networking in a way where both were able to work to their fullest.
It was bugging me that the text along the right hand side of this blog would be rendered on top of my lovely pictures. So I experimented, and it turns out that WordPress is perfectly happy to let you add this little adjustment to your
…and a little extra: a computer that is definitely not super, but does have OFFERING B.
200mm x 5.5 crop factor = how the hell did I ever get a halfway sharp picture handheld??
Marbled godwits and willets taking a siesta:
This was when the local Audubon chapter was showing people around our local wetlands.
We went back the next day, and got this white-tailed kite:
We also saw a greater yellowlegs, which the Auduboners had not yet got on their list.
The godwits were still there… I think I like this shot nicer than yesterday’s:
The term “Artificial Intelligence” means a computer or robot programmed to be smart like a person. It’s a pipe dream so far, but a lot of people think it makes sense that it can happen eventually, and the idea is a staple of science fiction, in which it’s often taken for granted that a hundred years from now, our machines will be as smart as a lot of us are, and might even be considered citizens with the same rights as people.
Is this notion realistic? Is it possible? Is it likely? If it happens, what form will it take? I think I may be able to help clarify these questions a bit.
When I ask “Is rock & roll dead”, I obviously don’t mean dead and gone. There are still plenty of fine bands around. What I’m asking is whether rocknroll is now in the position that Jazz got into by 1968, which people at the time described as “jazz died”. Meaning that it’s no longer popular and relevant to the mainstream music buyer.
Rock has been in trouble for some time. But every time in the past that it got itself into a bad space, it always revived itself again. And looking back, I see that it tended to do so on a surprisingly regular schedule: once every twelve to fourteen years. Consider:
1951: Alan Freed starts playing a new kind of rhythm&blues for mainstream audiences, referring to it as Rock and Roll.
1964: the British Invasion.
1977: New Wave, with Punk just under the surface.
1991: Grunge and alt-rock.
2004: . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ?
It’s clear enough why this cycle occurs: because once music becomes popular, it is imitated, with enough imitation it becomes lifeless and people get bored, and when they get bored they look to find, or do, something new. Innovation → Success → Imitation → Boredom → Innovation.
But it appears now that the cycle is not repeating. Every previous time that rock music turned into bland homogenized pap cranked out on record-company assembly lines, actual musicians went back to their garages and came up with a new kind of sound, a more authentic music that didn’t just imitate the past, and it caught on and eventually became successful and widely imitated again. It did this because rock and roll was not just a successful commercial product — it was also a living folk music. Meaning not that it involved people strumming acoustic guitars and mandolins as in “folk” music (though they sometimes did), but that it was an active grassroots art form which grew and evolved with the active participation of people playing and singing for the love of music. It’s in this sense that I ask whether rock is now “dead” — in the same sense that I referred to its active folk tradition as “living”.
By 2001, I was very much aware that rock had fallen into a boredom cycle again. By 2004, I was really expecting that some new sound would be erupting out of the garages and college towns any day now. By 2007 it was getting clear that something was going wrong. And by now it’s obvious that it’s not just delayed, but is truly not happening. There is no new sound. There is no new underground style that’s going to sweep away the cobwebs. There is no longer an active grassroots ferment of musicians trying new things until something clicks. And there is apparently no longer an audience that seeks out the genuine and worthy new music and rewards it with success — at least, it isn’t seeking that music from rock bands.
Why are things different now? What could make it go wrong? There are several possible theories:
I think that last point may be more relevant than is generally realized. Maybe kids today are listening to soulless computer-generated pop/rap/club swill because they don’t know how to make anything else.
Whatever the reason — and all of those points might be part of it — you can’t really blame the surge of bland cutesy pop singers. Rock and roll has been laughing at acts like that right from the beginning. If it can’t beat vacuous bubblegummers singing corporate lyrics on their home turf, it has nothing but itself to blame.
I do notice that one side effect is a gradual elevation of bland pop to start having a little bit of artistic value again. It’s now not all that rare for a pop star, once they get a bit of success, to start making their music more authentic and personal, and not just sing whatever is handed to them. But that’s a far cry from what we used to have.
I wouldn’t mind rock dying out as a mainstream popular sound, and moving into a niche status as jazz did, if it were being replaced by something else that had just as much to it. Despite some mildly positive signs, what we’ve got on the hit charts today is mostly just dreadful — idiotic and crass and empty, an artistic vacuum, which exists only to be used as a game piece in the competition for stardom, not for the sake of creating something with meaning. We’ve really lost something.
But if the timing holds, maybe in two or three years we’ll be set for some new kind of post-rock music to sweep away all the Lady Gagas and Black-Eyed Peases.
In WWII they used the term “Q ship” for a fighting ship disguised as an innocent commercial vessel. In later years, that term got re-used for hot-rod cars that externally appeared to be unenhanced stock vehicles. Now there’s a Q-ship of a camera… and it’s called the Pentax Q. It’s a tiny pocket model, the size of a budget point&shoot compact, except it’s an interchangeable lens system. So it competes with Micro Four Thirds cameras, the Nikon 1 system, and the like, but because of its tiny size, it’s crappier than any of them.
Until, that is, you put the right adapter on it. Precisely because it’s so undersized, using it with a normal-sized SLR lens suddenly turns it into a monster of extreme telephoto. A 300mm lens, which in traditional 35mm terms becomes like a 450mm on a typical APS DSLR, will on this camera become equivalent to something like 1650mm. That’s not a telephoto, that’s a fucking telescope.
The thing is, with all the bird photography I was doing, quite a lot of my shots were being cropped that small already! Which meant my existing camera was only giving me about one megapixel to work with. Now I can shoot the same picture with twelve megapixels. This would be like cropping the middle out of a shot taken with a camera that had a hundred and thirty megapixels.
The main tradeoff is just that I have to use manual focus. With an LCD for a viewfinder. So I bought a Q at a cheap closeout price. (The original model has been replaced with one called the Q10.)
300mm is pretty extreme. I prefer a more moderate 200mm, I think. I’ll be looking for old manual-focus prime lenses of that length… hopefully I can come up with something sharp.
Because naturally, that extreme magnification also magnifies every flaw: every optical imperfection of the lens, every faint trace of camera motion, and every minute error of focus. Shooting with a long lens on this camera is difficult and challenging. To get the noise down and the shutter speed up high enough needs either a very fast lens or full sunlight — so far, I don’t have the former and have had to wait a couple of weeks for the latter. But fortunately, with good enough light it can be done without a tripod. (I still recommend a monopod, though.)
There’s really no such thing as a lens that can get full use out of all twelve megapixels on a sensor this small, but I’ll just see how sharp a one I can find.
It’s taken a while but I’m starting to get some halfway decent shots out of it. This one was taken from a tripod through a window:
We haven’t been out to properly enjoy the birds very much since the runup to the holidays… now things are finally allowing us to recreate again.
Isn’t this kestrel just adorable?
There were lots of this one odd kind of duck… turns out they were ruddy ducks with their breeding colors turned off. Here’s the boy,
and here’s the girl:
We also saw something large and owl-like fly by, which I could only get a distant shot of from the back:
Probably a red-shouldered hawk.
The next day, we went on a mini hike up a local hill. Various hawks soaring around… check out the bulging crop on this one:
And then we got to see a nice sunset.