i can’t stop thinking about the lenses that other people had at the COBA shoot. i want a new lens…

sigh.

really, i do.

a nice lens.

just one.

or two.

please?

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over the weekend, i went on the COBA photo shoot which was focused with taking pictures from different camera bodies and determining where people will start to see a different when printing images relative to its file size. i think that it is pretty much agreed upon that 8x10s can be printed without a loss of quality with a 3MP camera. but after that, where do the pixels start to matter?

one of the folks at the photo shoot was the inventor of the foveon X3 sensor. the sensor is a very innovative way to approach imaging and when i first heard about it, i thought it would revolutionize the digital imaging world. to an extent it has, but there are some inherent hardware limitations to this sensor currently which make it less attractive to me, particularly its 3MP images…i sort of think it’s cheap how they claim it’s a 10.2MP image sensor, but anyway…

so i was talking to the inventor of the X3 sensor and he was telling me about how RAW images are the only way to compare two cameras because once its off the sensor, how you deal with the image is all software. and software programmers are crazy and their implementations can vary from programmer to programmer. and it is true. how you decide to deal with the RAW images is a big deal and it can vary wildly from program to program. but this is a very hardware-centric view of how to compare two cameras.

the software programmer may come to you and say that the images that come out of a camera are really dependent on the hardware and how bad of an image you start with and how much correction you need to implement on the software side.

personally, i have a consumer emphasis. so for me, i want to know out of the camera, which image comes out the best. which ones requires the least amount of post-processing on my part to get the image to where i want it to go. so whe i compare images, i definitely look at the combined effort of the software and hardware pieces to see where it brings me.

i don’t think it’s fair to blame the software because the sensor is good. the camera is bad if the software is bad. the camera is just as bad if the hardware is bad too. it is interesting to see how different people see the world though.

speaking of which, MAN, these COBA people are hard core. they all wanted to shoot everything RAW. now, i haven’t shot RAW in a long time, but it’s a serious pain in the butt having to process these. i need a faster computer.

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sometimes when i see you around, i don’t know if you are happy or sad. i can’t tell if you are having a good time or if you are questioning to yourself why you are here at all.

sometimes, when i see you hanging out, i wonder if you were wishing that you were somewhere else. that maybe you would be happier if you were anywhere but here.

sometimes i wonder if you are just here, by default, because you have nowhere better to be…and you are discontent with what you’ve got.

sometimes i wonder if i want to know these answers or not.

I was thinking that I might fly today
Just to disprove all the things that you say
It doesn’t take a talent to be mean
Your words can crush things that are unseen
So please be careful with me, I’m sensitive
And I’d like to stay that way

when it comes to some things, i have pretty thick skin. i can be cold, i can be blunt, and i can appear to not give a care in the world. with some things i can be so detached from a situation that it would be hard to imagine that i was personally involved. i consider this to be one of my strengths in my professional life. sure, sometimes it means that i’m difficult, sometimes it means that i’m mean to vendors, but sometimes you just need to be that way. i used to be a pushover when i first started working and people would take advantage of me all the time. i quickly got sick of that and started to develop a backbone.

but when it comes to those i care about, it’s a different story. even the slightest hint of anger directed at me can affect me for days. even the smallest comment could gnaw at me and slowly consume me. if i found out that someone felt that i had wronged them, it would bother me. i’d want to make things right.

You always tell me that it’s impossible
To be respected, and be a girl
Why’s it gotta be so complicated
Why you gotta tell me if I’m hated
Oh please be careful with me, I’m sensitive
And I’d like to stay that way

like jewel, sometimes i wonder if maybe i’m just better off not knowing if other people hate me. if i didn’t know that, it probably wouldn’t bother me. if i were oblivious to the truth, maybe i’d just be happier. is ignorance really bliss? sometimes i’d like to think that it is because it seems to make life less complicated.

i think intellectually i know that it is always better to deal with any problems that are up so that it doesn’t get worse. sometimes trying to do the right thing is just hard…and who wants to make the effort to do the right thing when you can just as easily do the wrong thing with no effort? it’s the path of least resistance, right? right?

I was thinking, that it might do some good
If we robbed the cynics and took all their food
That way what they believe will have taken place
And we’d give it to everybody who’ll have some faith
So please be careful with me, I’m sensitive
And I’d like to stay that way

sometimes i wonder if some people just don’t give themselves a chance. if they are just too hard on themselves and don’t give themselves the opportunity to be happy. maybe it does require you to be more optimistic. maybe it does require you to do a little bit more work. maybe it requires you to get out of your comfort zone. but i think that all of your efforts, successful or not, are definitely a worthy experience.

I have this theory, that if we’re told we’re bad
Then that’s the only idea we’ll ever have
But maybe if we are surrounded in beauty
Someday we will become what we see
‘Cause anyone can start a conflict
it’s harder yet to disregard it
I’d rather see the world from another angle
We are everyday angels
Be careful with me ’cause I’d like to stay that way

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