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Photos, manipulated

July 10, 2009 · 1 Comment 

New York Times editors hired noted photographer Edgar Martins to do a photo essay on the real estate bust. They published it with the proud proclamation that Martins “creates his images with long exposures but without digital manipulation.”

Never make statements like that unless you’re absolutely, 100 percent sure they’re true, because some technogeek is bound to call you on it…and that’s just what happened.
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But where do you draw the line?

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Fireworks & glass on the waterfront

July 4, 2009 · 2 Comments 

Did the 8 to 10:30 shift tonight at the Waterfront Blues Festival, manning the cash register for Empty Bowls. That’s a joint effort between the Oregon Potters Association and the Oregon Glass Guild, where members donate work for sale at fantastic prices, the proceeds going to the Oregon Food Bank. From what I could see, it’s been a rousing success.

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Multibloggery: How many blogs do I need?

June 11, 2009 · 5 Comments 

Is it better to have one blog that talks about everything, or to float a new blog every time you have a major topic to cover?

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50Plates

July 1, 2009 · Leave a Comment 

First thing I thought when I opened the 50 Plates menu: “Whoa! These guys have figured out how to charge $10.50 for a bowl of chili.” Second thought: “It better be bloody good chili.”

I didn’t taste it, so I can’t say. I can say that the other food’s pretty good, the prices aren’t and this is a restaurant that needs to make up its mind.

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The Joy of Coldworking (book)

June 27, 2009 · 3 Comments 

No, the book’s title is not an oxymoron, at least not for author Johnathan Schmuck. The dude actually likes to grind and polish glass, and since his writing gives no sign of mental deficiencies I must conclude he knows what he’s talking about.

“Joy” is not the first word I associate with coldworking. “Hell” would come closer. Cold, wet, slimy, gritty, carpal tunnel’d hell.

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MAXimum games

April 29, 2009 · 3 Comments 

I’ve been having a love-hate thing with Portland’s commuter train service, better known as the MAX.
Now, I love trains. People on planes are tightly wadded cocoons, impatient and angry, fiercely guarding their armrests and glaring at their seatmates.

But people on trains are like a dozen free shows all around me, all the time. I’m so busy taking it in I’ll frequently miss my stop, just to see how one particular play ends.