This does NOT look promising:
Why is it that a movie partially concerning one of the most important figures in America’s food landscape is coming from the same abysmal writer who struck out with a trifecta of crap in her last three movies (Bewitched, Hanging Up, and You’ve Got Mail)?
(via kottke)
Just don’t call it a retreat 
This past weekend I had the pleasure of joining fifteen other gentlemen out in King and Queen county for what I believe was the first Men’s Weekend for City Church of Richmond. We all chilled out on the grounds of an 18th century home while enjoying the likes of a bonfire, impromptu music, and the fresh air so alien to us city-dwellers. I played the part of a Pork Roll salesman, an ATV was stuck hub-deep in some mud, and, of course, there was some mighty fellowship time.
Oh yeah, and I took some pictures:
After surviving several storms during its 10-month voyage, the junk broke in two and sank after it was rammed by a freighter just off Taiwan’s coast.
I disagree, though, with the captain’s proclamation of failure. I consider Taiwan easily close enough to maintain the plausibility of the historical claim, and it’s not as if the ship sank because of its design. I doubt many contemporary vessels would survive that kind of collision.
You can find more information about the ship’s construction and history on the project’s website. The English is a little spotty but clear enough, and the details are fascinating.
Valerie and I went on a little date night last night and, at her request, watched earth at the movie theater. This G-rated US release of the 2007 BBC documentary was geared toward children, but I’d wager 75% of those in attendance were adults.
I fell asleep about two-thirds in.
It’s not that I hate nature or children’s films, but if you’re familiar with the brilliant Planet Earth series, you’ll experience deja vu. That’s because much of the footage in the feature is re-cut from the television program. It’s gorgeous footage, of course, but I’ve seen most of it before. My guess is that that show is probably a bit too gritty for little kids, so a sanitized, 90-minute version was produced for the big screen. Wrap it all up in some soothing narration from James Earl Jones (or Patrick Stewart in the UK) and you’re all set…if you’re a child. For me, well, I’m only glad I wasn’t snoring when I dozed off in the theater.
2/5
Oh yeah, side note – I wonder whether James Earl Jones could’ve gotten away with narrating a kid’s movie after the Star Wars movies. I could just picture some little tykes freaking out in their seats as soon as Darth Vader starts talking about cute, fuzzy animals.
I eagerly await new concepts and processes. I believe that the electronic image will be the next major advance. Such systems will have their own inherent and inescapable structural characteristics, and the artist and functional practitioner will again strive to comprehend and control them.
Ansel Adams in his 1981 introduction to The Negative
I started reading The Negative recently and this excerpt has really stuck with me. I’d like to think that were Adams alive today he’d be happy to play with the latest methods of photography that technology has to offer. I’m encouraged that somebody so influential to the art and craft of photography seemed unafraid of the ever-changing face of his medium.
Feast your ears on this tasty new Deepspace5 track, and your eyes on this cool video:
“Raps” from the Stuff on Vimeo.
(via Patrick, who really oughtta put this on tasty hip hip treats)
Tonight Valerie and I went to Good Shepherd Baptist Church in Church Hill to attend the Nehemiah Action for an interdenominational/interfaith group called Richmonders Involved to Strengthen our Communities, or RISC. It’s called a Nehemiah Action based on the story of Jerusalem’s rebuilding in the book of Nehemiah from the Old Testament of the Bible, and the focus is on bringing issues of social justice before those in the city of Richmond with the power to change policies. Last year they voted on issues to pursue and study, and tonight a committee ranging from a priest to a rabbi presented findings and requests related to three topics: drugs/crime, education, and healthcare.
The first section addressed the affects of drug addicts in the city jail and included a plan to use treatment programs to help reduce recidivism. Mayor Jones was present to face questions of commitment and gave reassuring responses. RISC’s next step involves lobbying the city council to fund a pilot program that’s expected to help up to 120 inmates per year.
The discussion of education was eye-opening. The focus was on reducing the rates of drop-outs and out-of-school suspensions, and some of the findings were a little shocking – particularly that a serious chunk of out-of-school suspensions were for being out of school in the first place (truancy, etc.). There was a recommendation to adopt a city-wide disciplinary program, but I got the impression this was a more recently adopted issue with earlier-stage research.
The final issue was health care, and specifically the provision of primary care for the poor and uninsured. The organization has been working with VCU’s health system to improve primary care for those in need by more efficiently disseminating information about care centers and and hours for the Virginia Coordinated Care program. The requests included conducting setting real benchmarks to measure improvement in the program and follow-up meetings with RISC.
I’m a sucker for numbers so I kinda want to see the actual research they collected in their studies, but I’d say it was a pretty good night over all. It’s good to see congregations joining together to help the city this way, and I intend to follow the suggestions presented tonight. I’ll be praying for them as well.
The New York Times’ David Carr has a pretty damning editorial concerning the three major cable news networks and their handling of the tax day tea parties. It’s a little cranky, and I’m certain the NYT isn’t without its own over-hyped stories, but it’s reassuring to see major media outlet holding the three-ring circus of CNN, MSNBC, and Fox News up to the light.
This weekend I finally got around to seeing 2008’s Best Picture winner, Slumdog Millionaire. This was Valerie’s Netflix selection, and while I wasn’t against watching it, I wasn’t exactly giddy with anticipation either. I think I was wary of the movie’s near-universal plaudits, but I was none-the-less willing to give it a chance.
My conclusion? I thought it was entertaining but far undeserving of the Academy’s accolades. Many of the shots were effective at eliciting feelings of wonder, revulsion, or sympathy. I also found the main story-telling device – revealing character background and life history through each game show question – to be both clever and engaging. But all of ultimately served to deliver a predictable and far-fetched love story. I think the unbelievable nature of Slumdog amplifies the warm fuzzies I find inherent in rags-to-riches stories, but it doesn’t make for good cinema.
3/5
This is one of the biggest myths with the law of taking photographs,” explains Bert Krages, a Portland, OR-based copyright attorney who has written books on photographers’ rights and techniques. “There is no general prohibition against photographing federal buildings. There are statutes that prohibit photographing areas of military and nuclear facilities. But there are no laws against photographing other federal facilities, other than the right of all property owners to restrict activities that take place on their property. A federal office building manager cannot restrict photography when the photographer is situated outside the federal property boundary.
from “The War on Photographers” found on PopPhoto.com (published July 19th, 2006)
On Sunday evening Jake and I went downtown to take some night photographs (as evidenced by my previous post) and had a little run-in with a Federal Reserve police officer. We were standing on a public sidewalk at the river-bank side of the footbridge to Brown’s Island, and I set down my tripod with my camera pointing up 7th street. Within a minute or so, a Federal Reserve police car came out of the gate, circled the fountain, and stopped with his lights on.
He stepped out of the car and asked us (politely) what we were doing. We indicated, essentially, that we were amateur photographers just taking pictures. My reminder that we were on public property was met by a stone wall, and we were told that we couldn’t take pictures that included the building. You know, the building that’s visible around the entire city of Richmond. Jake offered to show the officer what he’d already photographed, and I did the same. When Jake asked for a reason why we couldn’t take pictures, the officer (still polite) said, simply, “Ben Bernanke.” Wow.
I tried to calm Jake and myself down after leaving the scene because I thought there might be some justification in what the officer said. After all, the Richmond branch of the Fed is pretty important, and you never know whether the chairman of the Federal Reserve of the United States might be on site. But this has been nagging at me since that night.
Now I feel feeble and ashamed at giving in so easily. Jake and I were basically intimidated into taking our cameras elsewhere. Our Constitutional rights were violated by an overeager security staff that didn’t understand the law. Part of me wants to go back there and take pictures directly of the building from the public sidewalk, just to make a point. Maybe I can even get pictures of the officer who comes out to politely harass and terrorize me.
And the other part of me doesn’t want to cause Valerie the trouble and risk losing/damaging our new camera. But the truth is that I’m sitting here in my cubicle wanting nothing more than to go to some place where I can scream in anger at the top of my lungs.
UPDATE:
It seems a Flickr user recently wrote to the Fed and received a vindicating response.