November 10, 2002
the grace of sunny wicked
A band of nerds at their acoustic show Saturday night. I took lots and lots of blurry photographs, as the lighting was turned to sexy and I don’t like the way a flash washes out colors. I opted for long exposures with a steady hand.
Funny thing, though. The flash photos were the best of all of them. In post-processing the colors weren’t nearly as bad as I thought they would be, and I actually liked how they turned out. Goes to show how much I have to learn about photography.
It’s fun to bulk up my activities with fancy names. When I say post-processing, I mean downloading pictures to my computer, seeing them for the first time off a flimsy LCD screen, running auto-levels where appropriate, telling Photoshop to generate a photo gallery, and finally uploading stuff all across creation. It takes a few hours (especially when I’m doing three galleries at once), but really it’s a lot of time spent listening to music, cleaning my room, spilling pop on my keyboard and cursing at the internet.
It’s fun, but not as much fun as going for a half-hour run through Chester Bowl to catch my car at the Nerd House.
This has been a weekend of most excellence.
pig pen of moist exuberance?
Dragons of Luke Kroiss vehemence.
sleep deprived flagons of flatulance?
Street sweep contrived lawns and cyclone fence.
sophomoric mastadons eating barb wire fence.
agorapobic eidolons commit a squire offense.
when clausterphobic menonites eat squalid condiments.
Spin cluster nights with sorrowful laments.
blizted monster magnetite of woeful apartments.
Crisp.