Tetris Inc.
Permission to be done with artwork, learning to not drown, and finally falling for the effect.
The lower lumbar is grumbling once again but I somehow slept through the better part of eleven hours last night. My muscles atrophied.
I spend most of the morning going over yesterday’s column and worrying over cursed admin pertaining to the unique psyche of my spawn. It’s bracing stuff. This charger situation, particularly where it involves the charger for my Sony A Series is of concern. Admittedly it is a third party charger and they are third party batteries but this does not preclude concern. I left them on overnight, with one on said third party charger and another on a rather useful multi charger I found through work. The multi charger did the job, the third party did not and may well be consigned to that great big camera shop in the sky. This is far from being an ideal situation but I am ever more firmly of the opinion that it is better to know where one stands, even if that ground is not ideal, rather than be in the murk. Of course, this is a universal truth…
Artwork and minor legal hoops regarding Album II with The Heat Inc. are currently on a death march through what might be (but almost certainly is not) the final quagmire before I can say I am “done” with my part and can finally, in good faith, sign off. In retrospect, I have said this and I have been “done” with it many times over the past year and a half and each time I have been proven wrong in almost every way possible. At this point it’s mostly about having the necessary blessings of everyone involved, up to and including those circling the perimeter. If I have any really late-to-the-party advice I might proffer to y’all on this, it’s this:
You can fall out with anyone, even those you might never have imagined falling out with in a million years and it won’t be over anything you could have rightly seen coming because it’ll be something stupid. And it will bite you somewhere in the posterior every single damn time. Get an agreement on paper or in an email so as everyone involved knows exactly where they stand. Be “done”.
yes there is an instructor and yes she’s very nice and seems eminently capable but this is my one and only charge
I pick AD up from school and spend a portion of the afternoon watching her learning to not drown. This is a good rest point for the week for a multitude of reasons, primarily because I am parentally compelled to watch her to make sure that she doesn’t…drown (yes there is an instructor and yes she’s very nice and seems eminently capable but this is my one and only charge and the instinct is most powerful) and this means that I cannot write or really think about writing. Or music. Or photography or anything other than what a joyous thing it is, to watch one’s child swim. In as much as she has come to know a handful of other people’s spawn over the past six months or so that she’s been in this very specific class, I have come to know their parents and we sit and chat about our splashing offspring while drinking shockingly good sports centre coffee.
Another larva’s sire must have mentioned the falling blocks movie at some point and I realised that I’d still not seen it, predominantly because it’s on the Apple tree. As it happened, my Paramount subscription was ripe for the culling (having seen all of ‘Land Man’ that I need to see at the moment, along with the rest of Taylor Sheridan’s presumably shared universe and a South Park series that shall get here when it damn well pleases) so yeah, I swapped that out and now have access to a novel selection of hanging fruits.
you’ll see why they jazzed certain factual aspects up for the purpose of being a thing that entertains
If you’re not particularly interested in the particulars of regional rights and distribution then that doesn’t immediately mean ‘Tetris’ isn’t your bag but it might mean you’ll see why they jazzed certain factual aspects up for the purpose of being a thing that entertains. And I am. Entertained, that is. It’s just that everyone seems to be going to Moscow and despite how well made the time period is, Taron Egerton’s back and forth makes it difficult to appreciate how any of the pieces might fit together to topple the wall, to ham fist an analogy? As I type this, I’m aware that this may have absolutely been the desired effect.
Portrait sessions keep coming thick and fast this week and I have no complaints whatsoever about the new Sigma. I might even be having the time of my life. My experience with it thus far has been true to assessment by Mr. V, in that it is a warm lens. I shall freely admit that I’ve had to cool it down a touch on a couple of occasions but paired with the fact that it is also an 85mm with a little distortion (something I have always embraced on 35mm glass), this kinda simply means it was made for me? It has also been said that it’s not as fast as Sony’s own copy but for studio portraiture…I’m just peaches.
Dinner at The Nest and holiday machinations are secured. Gran Canaria is the word and the word is a bird or something to that effect. It sounds like the perfect kinda place for the kinda holiday I think we need right now, considering…the world. A bit of sun, a little sea perhaps, maybe even some sand? Heck, I’d go hog wild for a camel right now.
JD out.