Archive for January, 2009

Alas, EvilGir, We Knew You Well

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The hits just keep com­ing.  I have had a flaky power socket on my per­sonal lap­top (named EvilGir on the net­work for the evil Gir sticker that graces its case)  for a while now.  I haven’t wor­ried about it because I fig­ured when it totally crapped out I would take it in for war­ranty repair, and besides, I did all of my day job work on the work Mac laptop.

Guess who held the extended war­ranty on my lap­top?  That’s right, Circuit City!  They also held the war­ranty on my newer desk­top which is cur­rently mak­ing groan­ing sounds of death when I boot it up.  These were Firedog war­ranties which as far as I can tell will no longer be ser­viced.  Someone cor­rect me if I am wrong here.

Now, I could send the lap­top in for repair–if I had the money.  As it is, it basi­cally doesn’t work as a lap­top.  If I move it at all, the AC power starts going on and off, which of course means the screen flick­ers because it likes to lower the screen bright­ness when on bat­tery power.   I have to wrap the power cord around the cor­ner and pull it tight to get any AC charge at all.

I’m sit­ting here look­ing at my (for­merly my) closed Macbook Pro. I closed it on Friday and haven’t opened it since.   A box will arrive this week to return it to my for­mer employer.  I am wish­ing to any deity that will lis­ten  that I had the money to buy one of my own.  I’ve been slowly becom­ing a mac con­vert through work these past five months.  Now I get to go back to crap Vista that locks up every day and crap lap­top which is about to per­ma­nently die–at least until I have a job and can afford to send it to Gateway for out-​​of-​​warranty repair.  It’s going to make every­thing that much harder.

Hope is in short sup­ply around here right now.  I prob­a­bly won’t sell my cam­era at this point, as I think I can get by a lit­tle on unem­ploy­ment.  But my prospects for free­lance are going to be seri­ously ham­pered with­out work­ing machines.  A work­ing lap­top was one of those things that makes being stuck in the hosue that much more tol­er­a­ble.  And I had this secret plot to try and raise money to fund my dri­ving through the south­west cam­era and lap­top in hand, blog­ging and pho­tograph­ing the whole trip.  That’s pretty much not going to hap­pen now.

Hey, maybe some­one from Apple will see this mes­sage and take pity on me, right?  I was a PC user for 20 years.  I had to use one of your machines for my day job and you sold me.  I’ve con­vinced sev­eral friends to buy com­put­ers from you since then.  Maybe you could loan me a 15″ mac­book pro until I get back on my feet?

Wishful think­ing I sup­pose.  Wishful think­ing is the only thing keep­ing me out of the pit of despair and self-​​loathing right now.

Photo: Magpie tassels

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From my last set of RMNP pho­tos for the fore­see­able future. With no job, even with gas prices as low as they are, I can’t keep tak­ing trips. It costs me a quar­ter of a tank each time I drive there and back, unfortunately.

Which is too bad, because I was finally start­ing to get the hang of it. And my tele­con­verter arrives this week. I should prob­a­bly send it back and get back my money but…

It’s snow­ing today, which makes me sad. Big fat flakes are coat­ing every­thing already. And the for­cast calls for half a foot over the next cou­ple of days. I couldn’t have got­ten laid off while it was in the 60s and 70s, could I? Hurumph.

Photo: Magpie tassels

Photo: Battle! IV

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I think this is a good action shot. Bad light­ing, bad angle, bad back­ground. My wildlife work leaves a lot to be desired.

I’ve been read­ing National Geographic. That’s where I’ve set the bar. So far, my stuff is shit com­pared to that.

Photo: Battle! IV

5 things I have learned 24 hours after my lay off

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  1. It doesn’t get any eas­ier the sec­ond time. This is my sec­ond lay­off in six months.  I told myself, once I had secured my most recent job, that I had been through the worst that could hap­pen and sur­vived it.  It was like a badge of honor at that point.  I thought that if I had to do this again, I would han­dle it much bet­ter because I would know.  But each lay­off hap­pens under unique cir­cum­stances.  I didn’t count on being job­less in the worst econ­omy since the Great Depression.
  2. How hard you work and how impor­tant you feel doesn’t mat­ter.   It doesn’t mat­ter if you think you are immune because Project X, Y, and Z relies on your crit­i­cal skills.  It doesn’t mat­ter if you’re a hard worker, or the most skilled at some­thing, or any of that.  Your com­pany isn’t mak­ing money and you’re a bur­den to it, so it cuts you loose.  Your ser­vice, your ded­i­ca­tion, just doesn’t come into play.
  3. Trust your first instincts.   After the first round of lay­offs, I had a feel­ing that I couldn’t shake, even all the way up until a cou­ple of weeks ago.  I was sure I was going to lose my job at any moment, that a lay­off was com­ing.  Teammates and bosses assured me that wasn’t the case.  Ultimately, their instincts were wrong and mine were right.  After the first round, I should have pol­ished my resume and got­ten to work look­ing for a new posi­tion imme­di­ately.  I should have lis­tened to myself and antic­i­pated the worst–moved back home to live with my par­ents, and dra­mat­i­cally reduced our expenses.
  4. No mat­ter how many peo­ple tell you it’s not your fault, that it’s hap­pen­ing to lots of other people–it doesn’t help.  Especially if you have a ten­dency to ques­tion your self-​​esteem as much as I do, this kind of event will make you ques­tion your worth as a per­son.  Thoughts like “If I was truly any good at what I do, I would have been hired by a com­pany that wouldn’t be suf­fer­ing” will run through your head.
  5. I’ve lost hope in the new White House admin­is­tra­tion.   I was lis­ten­ing to the radio early this morn­ing.  I can’t sleep very well right now so I was dri­ving to the park to try and take pic­tures.  I real­ized that I am no longer thrilled at the win of the Democrats.  All signs point to busi­ness as usual.  A lot of money is going to get handed out and peo­ple like you and me won’t see a dime of it.  Look at Merill Lynch.

I’m tak­ing the week­end to try and come to terms with this.  I’m mak­ing a list of the belong­ings that I can sell to raise our sav­ings buffer as much as pos­si­ble.  If any­one is inter­ested in an xBox 360, a Nintendo Wii, drop me an email.  I’m grow­ing more cer­tain I am going to sell off all of my cam­era equip­ment.  My cam­era body alone is worth more than a month’s rent.  When I think about it and try to deter­mine if I could use that body to make that much money even over a six month period, I know the answer is no.  So I sup­pose now more than ever, it’s time to put aside child­ish things.  Maybe one day I can buy another cam­era and pur­sue my dream again.  Right now, the cold real­i­ties make dreams an impossibility.

An Unfortunate Change in my Job Status

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Good news if you’re look­ing for a CSS/​HTML/​Javascript Web Guy with keen pho­tog­ra­phy skills and a decent eye for design! I was laid off just now from my pre­vi­ous employer, so I am free to enter­tain job oppor­tu­ni­ties in the form of full time work and free­lance projects. I’m fast, I’m tal­ented, and I’m hun­gry, so con­tact me with the con­tact form if you are inter­ested in receiv­ing esti­mates for projects or my resume.

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Photo: Clouds over Foothills I

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A pack of coy­otes howl in the dis­tance as the sun dips behind the foothills behind me. Moisture-​​heavy clouds have gath­ered atop the hills in a nepho­log­i­cal traf­fic jam. They’re car­ry­ing snow and lots of it. It’s over­due here–the month has been far too warm, and one has a sense of impend­ing dread, that the weather karma must be bal­anced, and soon, or it will begin to rain frogs, it will freeze in July, or a super-​​tornado will form among the Rockies and sweep down through the plains, leav­ing a bar­ren land­scape in its wake.

Prairie dogs scream in ter­ror as the coy­ote cries grow louder and yet some­how no closer. They could be over the next ridge, or a dozen miles away. Today you can see for eter­nity. To be able to hear nearly as far would not sur­prise one.

Gravel crunches under my feet as I walk down the nar­row road across the prairie, back down from the hills. The sun has nearly set now, and I am in the shadow of the foothills. The land­scape takes on a gray-​​blue tint, but the sky is still lit up in bril­liant whites, grays, and blues. The sun punches through the jammed clouds and throws out beams that seem to point towards the south­ern sub­urbs of the city, a trick of the van­ish­ing point, and not some kind of heav­enly bless­ing upon the row after row of beige boxes. No deity worth wor­ship would con­done liv­ing that way, iso­lated from your com­mu­nity, your neigh­bors. No ser­vices, no gro­cery store, no parks for chil­dren. These hous­ing devel­op­ments will be the slums of the American West one day, mis­takes that blot that land­scape and remind our future selves of the folly of wealth and unearned prosperity.

The rays don’t bless that place. They merely point at it, as if to say, “get a load of that crap, huh?”

The coy­otes express their scorn, and I walk slower, to lis­ten more care­fully. After all, they’re singing my song.

Photo: Clouds over Foothills I

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Photo: Dead Tree Cradles the Moon

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Yep, that lit­tle white speck is the moon. I think I shot this at 28mm equiv, so the moon was barely big­ger than a star. This one’s not the best HDR, as evi­denced by the weird light­ing around the tree’s branches. I am not sure what I was really going for on this one. This one’s a fail­ure for the most part–I wasn’t super con­fi­dent in the shot’s idea in the first place, but I thought I would try it an see. I keep it around to remind me that I need to always be tak­ing shots for which I am not con­fi­dent. Otherwise, I’ll never dis­cover any­thing new.

Photo: Dead Tree Cradles the Moon

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