Carriage Driver - 59th Street
7/24/2005
Business
Business has been good lately. I have a stack of orders to print again. I was curious to see if there was any pattern - digital capture vs. film. Not really. Sales are simply a reflection of the ratio of digital captures to film in the print store.
I also think that my prints from digital have improved tremendously - partly a result of the new printer; partly a result of more experience with "blending" layers. I can't live without the soft-light blend in Photoshop. It almost always gives me the "umph" I've been looking for.
I added another three prints to the recent print section. Two of the prints actually are recent but of course Eiffel Tower is from another century and a time long long ago.
I also think that my prints from digital have improved tremendously - partly a result of the new printer; partly a result of more experience with "blending" layers. I can't live without the soft-light blend in Photoshop. It almost always gives me the "umph" I've been looking for.
I added another three prints to the recent print section. Two of the prints actually are recent but of course Eiffel Tower is from another century and a time long long ago.
Eves, RNC, Battery Park
I really am going to try and stay away from political blog posts because they are useless. Nobody, including myself moves an inch in any direction. I don't even know where I stand half the time. Well, maybe I do. I think we're either in, or moving into a dark world of mind-control which works quite well. The lie repeated often enough becomes the truth. Please don't write and tell me that I'm a self-loathing American and should "love it or leave it."
I'm too settled in my ways to move anywhere - even Brooklyn.
You see - I can't help myself. I start by saying I'm not going to write anymore about politics and there I go again. Like I say - I'll try - but no promises.
At heart - I'm probably just a non-believer. Leave it at that.
Glengarry Glen Ross
Great seats. I was in the third row thanks to my father saying that I was hard of hearing when he ordered the tickets. Third row center. I was seated next to two elderly ladies from out-of-town. As the show began I heard them whispering to each other about something.
The cursing in the show is non-stop which was the most enjoyable part. As I laughed out loud - the show had more laughs than I would have thought - I could feel the lady beside me look around at me and sort of shrivel up with her friend.
The louder I laughed at the poor plight of these con-man / sales men, the more she moved away from me and whispered to her friend.
The first act - at least for them - was nice and short. Intermission. My father and I were just enjoying this so much. But the two ladies didn't return after intermission.
The guy behind me said - well what did they think they were going to see? I said they wanted to see Hawkeye I guess (Alan Alda was the star).
So the second act begins and now two seats away - another couple are offended by the language which gets even worse in the 2nd act when Richie Roma really starts going at it. It was like a great jazz symphony of cursing. Point, counterpoint. Each blow aimed like Duke Ellington on the piano. Not a word wasted.
I could hear whispers two seats away: do they really have to say that! Oh my! My oh my!
My father turned and pointed at them - I think it's a little excessive - but he was laughing too with tears in his eyes.
As you get into the second act - there is also the slowly building undercurrent of utter helplessness with the Alan Alda character - but at the same time some of the other characters are just so venal that you can't help but enjoy their problems as they tell how they try to dupe little old ladies out of their life's savings.
There were a few standing ovations. A tremendous pleasure for me to see a show which wasn't about the special effects or the set - but about the use of language.
As we emerged from the theater, a lot of yammering about: did they really have to use all that awful language. I loved it.
And you know what - when I worked with the grips and the lighting guys on films, and a couple of other guys - that's what language sounded like - though maybe not as skillful. I asked my father if there was a time in his life where he had spoken like that - and without blinking an eye he said, yeah. The army. World War II. Not him, of course (of course not dear old dad) but everyone he was with talked like that. Especially in combat.
And this show was about combat. Five guys trying to survive no matter what it took. That was the point. I give it 10 f*?!ing stars.
The cursing in the show is non-stop which was the most enjoyable part. As I laughed out loud - the show had more laughs than I would have thought - I could feel the lady beside me look around at me and sort of shrivel up with her friend.
The louder I laughed at the poor plight of these con-man / sales men, the more she moved away from me and whispered to her friend.
The first act - at least for them - was nice and short. Intermission. My father and I were just enjoying this so much. But the two ladies didn't return after intermission.
The guy behind me said - well what did they think they were going to see? I said they wanted to see Hawkeye I guess (Alan Alda was the star).
So the second act begins and now two seats away - another couple are offended by the language which gets even worse in the 2nd act when Richie Roma really starts going at it. It was like a great jazz symphony of cursing. Point, counterpoint. Each blow aimed like Duke Ellington on the piano. Not a word wasted.
I could hear whispers two seats away: do they really have to say that! Oh my! My oh my!
My father turned and pointed at them - I think it's a little excessive - but he was laughing too with tears in his eyes.
As you get into the second act - there is also the slowly building undercurrent of utter helplessness with the Alan Alda character - but at the same time some of the other characters are just so venal that you can't help but enjoy their problems as they tell how they try to dupe little old ladies out of their life's savings.
There were a few standing ovations. A tremendous pleasure for me to see a show which wasn't about the special effects or the set - but about the use of language.
As we emerged from the theater, a lot of yammering about: did they really have to use all that awful language. I loved it.
And you know what - when I worked with the grips and the lighting guys on films, and a couple of other guys - that's what language sounded like - though maybe not as skillful. I asked my father if there was a time in his life where he had spoken like that - and without blinking an eye he said, yeah. The army. World War II. Not him, of course (of course not dear old dad) but everyone he was with talked like that. Especially in combat.
And this show was about combat. Five guys trying to survive no matter what it took. That was the point. I give it 10 f*?!ing stars.
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