Shooting with Brittany

Late last week, I got together with Brittany for a quick photoshoot outside. My new Canon EF 85mm f/1.8 USM lens was really just dying to be used. New lens, meet local model!

Having fun is usually my first objective when I pick up my camera, and this shoot did not let me down. I stuck with only the 85mm, one reflector, and a pair of my 285HVs. The results? Well, I’ll let you be the judge of that (if you’re reading on Facebook click here).

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Deepwater Horizon

There’s so much to say about the whole ordeal, but sadly much of what has been said has come from a position of sheer ignorance. The ability, and seemingly the desire, of the media to use catastrophe as a means for increased revenue (which is generally understandable given their sinking-ship status) is astounding. If anything, this event (which certainly is a catastrophe) has produced the single largest surge the planet has ever seen in ocean/petroleum engineers. Who knew there were so many subject-matter experts!

Since there’s already been a good amount of discussion I’ll only rehash a few points that irk me to no end:

#1 – The conspiracy theory I keep hearing that BP is intentionally keeping the well gushing into the ocean, as a means of remaining relevant and not having to pay fines or face lawsuits yet, is absolutely the single most ridiculous thing I have ever heard in my entire life. Consider, for a moment, that I spent five years in a brigade level Tactical Operations Center. You’d be correct to assume that I’ve heard quite a lot of very ridiculous things. This theory takes the cake. The operation costs for the equipment involved in drilling an offshore well that hasn’t exploded are astronomical, and are a daily expense. I can’t fathom it being any cheaper to run the equipment needed in response to a blown well. Couple that expense with the lost revenue from the source of profits being largely lost as it spews out of the well, and it become even more impossible to think any organization remotely concerned with profit (we call those businesses – the primary motivation of which is generally profit) would do anything to prolong the agony.

#2 – GO GREEN! Green is completely dependent on oil. No matter how you slice it. Wind? What do you think lubricates the turbines? How much petroleum is used in the manufacturing process of not only the major components but the tooling required to make those components? Solar? Same story. Riding a bicycle takes oil too. When people tout that they’ve “gone green”, stopped eating meat, etc., in an effort to “stick it to Big Oil” they do little more than prove how little they understand about the reality of life and the way the world works. Chances are the tax revenue from Big Oil and its employees happen to fund the subsidies used to start these green movements anyway. I’m all for eliminating the use of petrochemical fuels as go-juice for transportation, and even energy, but in order to make the components I suspect will be required to do that we will still need oil.

#3 – The government should have done something, and the MMS should not employ “the friends of Big Oil!” Is there a magical reason that the government knows how to drill oil better than oil companies? Would a mistake made by a government employee have been less catastrophic than the mistake of an employ of an oil company? Is it somehow believed that government employees have a record of failing to properly do their jobs less often than those of an oil company? People are not perfect. That fact does not change based on their place of employment.

#4 – We don’t plan for the worst! That’s a bit deceptive. It’s entirely possible that we recognize that in many cases the worst is something the likes of which we cannot possibly contain. There are safety features on an airliner but if the worst happens nobody will survive. It’s a known risk but we all board planes anyway. I won’t pretend to know all the variables present in several thousand feet of water, but I suspect someone associated with that particular project has a fair idea. It may well be that the answer to “what do we do if it blows up”, in face of those variables, is “I have no idea.”

Don’t take this as a lack of compassion or care. The loss of life on the rig, in the ocean, and on the shores is beyond tragic. I was born on the Gulf of Mexico. I love seafood. I want to see this well capped and cleaned as quickly as possible. BP, Transocean, et al certainly need to be held fully accountable for any negligence on their parts. That said, running around throwing stones does not help engineer a solution in any way.

Fixin’ the Garage

Slideshow of the repairs I made, with help from some family/friends, in my parents’ garage. You can click here to read the captions for each photo, or click on them in the actual show to see the captions. If you’re readin this on Facebook, you’ll need to go read it on my blog itself (click “view original post” down by the comments box) to see the slideshow.

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Canon EF 85mm f/1.8 USM

Test drive with a new lens. Kate was kind enough to sit still and let me take a few photos.

straight out of the camera

Straight out of the camera

Above is my favorite of the bunch. Lighting is provide exclusively by our friend the sun. I do have one of my tri-grip reflectors against the wall to her left for some fill light, as you can see if you check the highlights in her eyes. The one thing I’ve noticed thus far is that I’ve got to be a lot more stable with the 85mm, medium-telephoto, focal length than I do when shooting my 50mm or 28mm primes. Throwing motion blur into the mix certainly kills any sharpness. I’ll keep messing with the lens, but I do like the perspective, and the additional standoff I get when doing headshots and other portraits.

Summer’s done

Memorial Day weekend, for me, marks the end of my summer. First, I’ll get this out of the way. Do not wish me a “Happy Memorial Day,” it is not a happy day. Someone ought to come up with a better greeting, because that one really irks me and others like me. Granted, those of us bothered by others treating it as a “happy” day do not need a publicly declared holiday in order to remember our fallen brothers and sisters at arms. We do it every single day. I won’t go as far as to say the ones who did not come home are the reason you get to enjoy a cold beer and some messy barbecue ribs; some other holiday surely would have come along to allow such to happen. I will say to remember that they’ll never get to do that again.

With that out of the way, I think I’m ready to get busy on this whole engineering degree thing. While I have no idea what it is I intend to do with said degree once it’s complete, I’m more focused on finishing than ever. Taking phys2 in a six-week summer session is not going to be easy. Neither will cal3. Somehow, I’ll make all of that work. If I’m lucky I might even get to enjoy some fun in the sun while I’m at it.

Three semesters

Earlier today, I realized I seem to have changed my major every two semesters of my colorful college career. After this past semster, I will finally stick with one major for three semesters. The challenges I’ve faced with this choice have been many, and will only grow as I progress towards graduation, but I really need to stick this one out. If I could make it through Spring ’10, I can get that degree.

My physics grade posted earlier in the week, and I managed to pull down a B-. Paired with the B I earned in cal2, I’m ready to take a step up the ladder. When June starts, Summer ’10 will bring me a heavy dose of cal3 and phys2. I will not have time to mess around or procrastinate.

The summer will be brutal, but it will be the first time I have ever stuck with a major for three semesters. When I finish those classes, I will finally start taking actual engineering classes. Fall ’10 will be a tough one as well: Engineering Computing, Thermodynamics 1, Statics, and Mechanical Design 1. Hopefully, by the time I get there, my brain remembers how to do this whole science thing.

Summer in Boston

Never has it been a secret that I enjoy my travels. The opportunity to see new places, meet new people, and escape from everyday life as I know it is always welcomed with open arms. When finals finished up, I seized that opportunity again. Destination? Boston!

One of my oldest friends, Sheehan, goes to Boston University. My old Battle Captain, Leo, attends Harvard. Flickr friend, Meg, goes to Northeastern. Over the course of my five days up north, I got to see them all.

Meg was kind enough to invite me to Cape Cod with a group of her friends. The trip started great, but a medical monkey-wrench got thrown into the works early on. The first morning at the beach house started with an unfortunate trip to the hospital for Meg. I won’t go into other people’s medical business, but I will say if you have to go to a hospital make sure it isn’t on Cape Cod. I wasn’t even the sick one, but I still wanted to choke half of the staff. Color me unimpressed.

Meg

Meg pre-hospital

Once Meg’s parents showed up, and we handed off all of her things, the rest of the group decided it was time to head to the beach. I decided it was time to call on an old friend for an extraction. The group was nice, and did a lot to make me feel welcome, but I just didn’t feel right sticking around. Leo said it best, so I’ll just say what he said. There are some people you just help when they need it. Convenience isn’t a factor. If they need help, and you can provide it, you just do it. I’m glad he counts me as one of those people; I’d do the same for him.

Meg's friends in the ocean

Meg's friends in the ocean

Leo and his wife took me to dinner, gave me a place to stay, and showed me the sights of Boston. I’ll let the pictures tell this part of the story.

Chair

Random lonely chair in a field

Harvard

Harvard

Boston Massacre Cemetery

Memorial

Memorial for OIF/OEF casualties

Mast

USS Constitution mast

The rest of the photos can be found here.

The Cape

Cellpic from my trip to Cape Cod. More about the trip later.

Happy Birthday Mom

Today is my Mom’s 50th birthday. I hope she enjoys many more, because there’s never been a more loving and supportive mother. I’ve made more than my fair share of stupid mistakes in this life, but through all of them she’s been there loving me just the same. Heck, I even made her spend her first wedding anniversary in labor with me but she forgave me even for that.

Anyway, she’ll read this eventually. I love you Mom.

Family

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Houston, I don’t think we have a problem.

Cal2 tried valiantly to destroy me. A few times, I thought it had won. When I stood up to turn in my final that thought vanished. The countless hours of studying seem to have paid off. Obviously, I won’t know for sure until grades post but I feel good about it anyway.

Physics and I will do battle again tomorrow morning. Hopefully, my final in that course goes the same way my Cal2 final went. I do not need to do nearly as well on it as I needed to do in Cal2, but I plan on doing just as well.

A few hours after my final is finished I’ll be boarding a flight to Boston. I trimmed my beard a little to avoid the cavity search likely to result from my being a) brown, b) having a beard, and c) having traveled to the Middle East in the last 5 years. I will probably still be pulled aside for a more thorough searching. I intend to dress accordingly.

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