Crankypantsing, Pets, Photography

Brand New Bed

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I also picked up a new bed for Harriet while I was out yesterday. She needed somewhere comfortable to sleep while I’m in the studio. Even though it’s carpeted in here, the floor is cold (damned heat vents are up by the ceiling!), and she’s a delicate flower.

Harriet was disdainful at first, and for awhile I thought I may have actually bought a cat bed by mistake. Eventually, Harriet decided to give it a try. She spent yesterday afternoon and most of this morning sleeping in it. I’m glad I opted for the one with the nesty sides, because I think it’s a big hit. (And, as you can see by using the cat–who is on the petite side–for scale, Harriet is on the small side herself. I was afraid at first that the bed wouldn’t be big enough, but once she curls up, there’s room to spare.)

I wish I could have slept the morning away lazily, but I had to get up for Mr. FedEx. It’s a good thing I did, too, because he showed up at the crack of dawn. And now, even if I wanted to take a nap, I couldn’t, because Mr. Upstairs has his teevee blaring away. I think he must have had custody of his children this weekend, because there were small pitter-pattering feet, very loud cartoons, and the world’s longest one-fingered rendition of “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” on the keyboard. The last was cute for about twenty minutes, but after that, my ears started to bleed. Also, the front hallway smells like someone cooked rotten pork with ginger and oranges. O ick.

Crankypantsing

Happy Groundhog Day

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I’m officially in hate with FedEx. The last three times I’ve had a package delivered by them (not by choice!), they have not updated the tracking information. That’s kind of important for us folks who have full-time jobs, especially as FedEx is often hit-and-miss about leaving packages when there is no one home.

For example, I came home yesterday to find a note from them on my door, informing me that they required a live person to be present to sign for my (two) packages. M’kaythen! Today I came home to find that they’d left one of the “requires signature from live person” packages sitting on my doorstep. Of course, it was the DVD burner I’d ordered. You know, the more expensive of the two purchases. The blank DVDs are still AWOL, and will presumably be delivered on Monday. That’s fine, as it turns out, because I have Mondays off, so I’ll be here to sign for them. Still, it’s kind of frustrating for me, and it can’t be very cost effective for them. Really, what sense does it make to come here three different times to deliver something?

How do people who work 9-5 M-F get packages from FedEx? Do y’all just wait until they’ve made their three attempts to deliver, then go to the FedEx office to pick up your packages? Gah! At least UPS A) updates their tracking info and B) has never had trouble finding me or been shy about leaving packages on my doorstep. Better yet, because I was on the early end of his route, the UPS driver at my old house used to leave my (and my neighbor’s) packages on the driver’s seat of my car. At the same address, the FedEx driver used to stand by the gate and yell for me. If I didn’t hear him, he’d drive off without leaving my things. The jerk didn’t even knock on the door. Of which there were two in plain view!

And, in fact, the last time a package was shipped to that address via FedEx, they claimed they couldn’t find my house. After having lived there for five and a half years, and after having had umpty packages FedExed to me, mind you! So, instead of calling me to find out where I was located, they just returned the package to the vendor without informing me.

No art today, I’m afraid. I spent my arting time installing my shiny new DVD burner. And, I might add, the installation of which went swimmingly. I opened the box, only to realize that I’d been a dork and had bought the wrong burner. This one came without any software or even drivers. The burner with software and drivers was only a couple of dollars more. Oops! The good news is that this is the exact same model as the one I meant to buy, and it turns out it didn’t need drivers or software. I pulled the old drive, popped in the new one, and Bob’s your uncle. I did a test burn, and everyone is playing nicely with everyone else. And they lived happily ever after. The End.

Pee Ess: Punxsutawney Phil supposedly says we’re going to have an early spring. What I want to know is, when is winter going to start?

Pee Ess Ess: Still working my way through Upstairs, Downstairs. It’s just as soap opera-y as I remember, but in a good way. Also, out of wedlock babies, abortion, and homosexuality? Lordy!

Collage, Crankypantsing, Pets, Photography

Lazy Sunday Morning

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I think Harriet may have the right idea. We were waked up at the ass-crack of dawn by Mr. Upstairs plonking away on his keyboard. Electronic harpsichord at 6am is really beyond the pale, I think. I have a feeling there will be napping later today.

I adore the duvet cover in the picture. It came from my mom. Both sides are shades teal (I love teal), but the “right” side has some thin red and yellow stripes I’m not too keen on. It occurred to me that I could flip it over, though. Et voila, problem solved. It’s a heavy, crispy cotton, too, which feels nice. I filled it with a fat, ugly comforter, so it’s wonderfully squishy and crunchy, all at the same time.

The bed side table in the upper left in the picture is the one below. It was really ugly, but sturdy and a nice size and shape. I decided it would be much improved if it were sporting a decoupaged the shit out of it.

Collaged End Table

Art, Crankypantsing, Doodles

Staff Meeting Doodle

Staff Meeting Doodle
Doodle
gel pen on steno pad

We had another training session today for GL3.1. What is GL3.1, you ask? GL3.1 is a royal pain in my ass, that’s what GL3.1 is. It’s the latest version of our cataloging system, and the most drastic upgrade the company has made since I began working in the program in, I believe, 1999. Supposedly, the newest changes were made in an effort to make the program ADA compliant. I don’t see how that’s possible, though. Aside from adding the ability to change the background colors, none of the other new GUI tweaks are actually usable. As in, we can, in theory, change our fonts, but in actuality, doing so will screw up diacritics. And, when in the previous version something could be accomplished with one click, it now takes about 20. I’m not exaggerating, either. One of my coworkers kept track today, and to import a record from OCLC and finish cataloging it, she had to make 70+ clicks. That’s ridiculous! But hey, we get pretty colors to compensate, right?

So today was our, supposedly, final training session. Of course, we’ve only been cataloging in the new system for the past month. Better late than never, I guess. Even with doodling to keep me focused, I started to glaze over about an hour into it.

Art, Crankypantsing, Meta, Photography

Speaking of Flickr

I don’t know where I’ve been the past couple of years, but I’ve totally and completely missed the issue of Flickr NIPSAing users who post predominantly non-photographic images in their public photostreams. If your account is found to have fewer photographs than non-photographs, Flickr can (and often does) mark it NIPSA (Not in Public Site Areas). You won’t know this has happened, because Flickr will not notify you. You’ll just notice that your view stats decrease. The only way to know if your account has been NIPSAed is to check the Everyone’s Photos page. If you get a message there explaining why your photos aren’t showing up, then you’ve been NIPSAed.

Why is being NIPSAed a big deal? Flickr is a social site. The point of belonging is to share your images with others, and to look at their images. If you are NIPSAed, your images will not show up in other people’s searches. They can only access them directly. Nor will your images be visible to others when you post them to your subscribed pools.

I have mostly photos in my photostream, so I think I’m probably safe, but who knows? It boggles the mind, but Flickr does not actually have an explicit written policy on the subject. Their Terms of Use merely states:

Your account will also be terminated if it is used for hosting graphic elements of web page designs, icons, smilies, buddy icons, forum avatars, badges and other non-photographic elements on external websites.

What that says both literally and in spirit is that they don’t want their service to be used as a place to host junk images that will be displayed elsewhere. There is nothing ambiguous about it. What it does not say, however, is that non-photographic images are not to be uploaded to Flickr, or that those who do so will have their accounts excluded from public view. Nor does it spell out what percentage of images should be photos vs. artwork, and what will happen if you exceed the art quota.

Some of those things are addressed in the Flickr FAQ, as has been pointed out ad nauseum by Flickr employees on their message boards. The problem is, an FAQ is not a TOA. When I subscribed to the service, and when I ponied up the quite reasonable $24.95 for a pro account, I read the TOA. I did not read the FAQ, nor am I required to. The FAQ is merely a list of questions and answers, and I am not bound by anything in it.

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Part of the problem is that to create such a specific policy, Flickr would have to define what a “photograph” is. Don’t laugh, it’s not as easy as you might think.

From Dictionary.com:
photograph
noun 1. a picture of a person or scene in the form of a print or transparent slide; recorded by a camera on light-sensitive material
verb 1. record on photographic film; “I photographed the scene of the accident”; “She snapped a picture of the President” 2. undergo being photographed in a certain way; “Children photograph well”

Well, where does that leave digital images? I suppose one might stretch the point, and describe magic pixels as “light-sensitive material.” Still, once you move into the digital realm, jpgs are jpgs. What makes one jpg a “photo” and another “not-a-photo”? Is a traditional photograph that’s been scanned still a photo? Is a digital image of a work of art a photo? One example given in one of the Flickr forums was a drawing on paper vs. a drawing on someone’s hand. You might be tempted to describe the first as art and the second as a photo, but what if you cropped Image A so loosely that the surrounding space becomes integral to the image? Or what if you cropped Image B so tightly that the support (skin) becomes unimportant? Is the image above a photograph, or is it art?

Muddying the waters further, Flickr staff were quick to point out that taking a photograph of a piece of art does not qualify it as a photograph. It’s still art. So are photographs of paintings in museums considered art or photos? What about a photo taken of a large piece of sculpture? Do the thousands of photographs that artists like Christo take of their work qualify as art or photo? Is a picture of a Medieval cathedral art or photography?

Strasbourg Cathedral

What about photographs that have been heavily manipulated, either in a digital imaging program or by hand? Does bleaching a traditional photo make a difference? What about drawing on it? When using Photoshop filters on a digital image?

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Altered Photo 06

I don’t know what any of this will mean, long term. At this point, I don’t think I’ll renew my pro account when the time comes. My web host recently doubled my bandwidth and disk space, which were both obscenely huge to begin with, so I’ve got plenty of my own space. And, nearly everything I upload to Flickr is uploaded to my website, too. I don’t see any point in investing any more money or time into something that could well be made unusable to me at any moment. And that’s the problem. Right now, Flickr’s unofficial policy seems to be “more photos than non-photos is okay,” but that could change tomorrow. Going to another service, like deviantART, which is what Flickr staff recommended artists do, is not acceptable to me. I don’t like deviantART. It’s clunky and has none of the social aspects I enjoy about Flickr. Likewise, just hiding all my images from public view–another solution offered by Flickr staff–will not work for me.

Crankypantsing, Meta

Gallery Glitch

I had some assberet try to leave a bunch of porn spam comments on my gallery earlier today.  I fixed the problem, but got a little overzealous and managed to block access to the general public.  Oops!  If you tried to click on artwork earlier today, and were given a crazy log-in screen, that’s why. Everything should be back to normal now.

As you were, comrades!

Crankypantsing, Photography

Mr. Upstairs Update

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I’m happy to report that Mr. Upstairs has finally achieved the next level on his favorite video game. Well, to be truthful, I’m not exactly happy to report it. It’s more like the new music accompanying this level of the game is a welcome change from the days-on-end drone of the music from the previous level. At last! Something a little different!

I can also report that he has thus far kept his New Year’s resolution to exercise daily. He’s up to 20 minutes a day on the treadmill, and has been known on occasion to break into a slow–and blessedly brief–jog. Unfortunately, the treadmill is in the second bedroom, above my studio, which is where my computer lives. Usually, I’m on the computer at about the same time the treadmill revs up. The sound of the sky falling can be a little distracting.

I still can’t figure out if he’s gainfully employed outside the house. His schedule is:

  • 5am-9am News television (I’ve yet to hear him watch anything but CNN or C-SPAN)
  • 9am-2pm All’s quiet (he either leaves or sleeps)
  • 2pm-6pm AM talk radio (o ick, and it’s ridiculously loud)
  • 7pm-8pm Plays electronic keyboard (currently he’s fond of faux harpsichord ditties)
  • 8pm-9pm Exercises (including the aforementioned treadmilling, but also something involving jumping up and down on the living room floor)
  • 9pm-4am Video Game-O-Rama bay-BEE!1!!!

So, you can see why I’m perplexed. Either he doesn’t sleep, or he doesn’t work. Either way, it’s only for five hours, and that ain’t natural!

Another thing that perplexes me is that I’ve come to the conclusion that there is no carpet in his apartment. At least, not in the living room and dining room. I not only hear his footsteps loud and clear, but when he wears shoes, I can hear them clattering on an obviously bare floor. The lack of carpet surely contributes to the conduction of noise to my apartment. In fact, it seems to amplify it. (Addendum: I asked my across-the-hall neighbor, who works for the property management company, and she said there is carpet upstairs. Very odd.)

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Photos: Duck in Birdbath [This Mr. Upstairs Update has nothing whatsoever to do with ducks.]

Crankypantsing, Doodles, Music

The news of the day

Staff Meeting Doodle
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We had another meeting-slash-training-session today. This one was, thankfully, only an hour long, but that’s an hour of my life I’ll never get back. Damn! So, I did a little more doodling at the bottom of the previous doodle’s page, which explains the swirlies along the top border.

This may be as close to arting as I get today. I just don’t think I’m in the mood to mess with it. We found out this morning that one of our coworkers was in a coma, and was not going to come out of it. She died at 1:00 this afternoon. I didn’t know her well, but it’s still kind of weird and sobering to think that someone I saw on Friday is gone today. Poof! Just like that.

And that, such as it is, is the news of the day.

A man in my shoes runs a light and
All the papers lied tonight
But falling over you
Is the news of the day
Angels fall like rain
And love (love, love)
Is all of heaven away

(I always did love that Psychedelic Furs song, so it seems sort of fitting that it’s stuck in my head tonight.)

Crankypantsing

More Old Photos

Mr. Upstairs, bless his heart, woke me up at 7:00 this morning–the one day I usually sleep in, mind you–by blasting his television. Or maybe it was talk radio. I don’t know, and I don’t care. It was loud and obnoxious, and that’s all that matters to me. So, since I was reluctantly awake, I decided to go through some of the junk I sorted yesterday. I ended up with a stack of ephemera that needed to be scanned. I’m not done yet, but I made a dent in the pile. They mostly consisted of postcards from France and the Caribbean–perfect for a January day, except it’s sunny and warm on account of NO WINTER IN INDIANA! There were also some postcards of race horses and a set of what I think are 1880-1890 sepia tone photos of Germany, mostly of castles and villages along the Rhine.

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St. Goar and Ruins of Castle Katz, circa 1880-1895
Verso: inscribed in pencil, “St. Goar and the Cat 3383

Napoleon had the castle demolished in 1806, and it was restored between 1896 and 1899. Therefore, this photo–which clearly shows the castle in its ruined state–had to have been taken prior to the restoration.

The rest of the postcards and photos can be seen here.