Hi, I'm back. As some of you have probably noticed, I suffer alternately from insomnia and narcolepsy. Lucky for you, tonight I am apparently afflicted with the former.
Lying in bed this evening, and having given up counting sheep some time before, I was thinking about friends and family and how various individuals have helped shape who I've become and who I am. From this thought, it occurred to me that we are all connected in various ways through the impact we have on each others' lives. This prompted my brilliant life-tapestry allegory/analogy/simile which I'm about to delve into which I'm currently quite happy with. I've never heard of such a thing before and certainly haven't thought of it, so if it's old stuff, please forgive and move on.
Anyway, in France, there's this huge ribbon called the Bayeux Tapestry made by some very bored and very long-winded individuals in about the eleventh century Anno Domini. Though it's less than two feet tall, the tapestry is more than 230 feet long and tells of the 1066 Battle of Hastings. The center panels in this massive comic strip deal with the story itself, and above and below various (probably boring) details are hashed out. 230 feet. That's a lot of jeans.
A tapestry, like any other cloth, is woven of very small threads that come together to make a complete whole. While it's painfully simple to draw analogies from this, I think there's some worth in reexamination every once in a while, and given that I currently have nothing better to do, I'll delve into where my thoughts were going earlier that prompted my rising and enduring the burning torture caused by this computer screen to my dark-adapted retinae.
A common phrase in this day and age is that we are what we eat. Modified slightly, we are who we associate with, esp. those with whom we have significant interactions. I'm sure you can think of odd phrases or sayings from friends that you use, frequently or not, in your own life. Going further, we share experiences and ideas with those we cherish - our friends and family. Just as there are people who are a part of my everyday life that obviously effect how I act and feel, there are friends who I may never see again that shall forever be completely inseparable from who I am because of their impact in my life. It's an odd thing that we should promote so much of ourselves in others, with little thought toward that end. As we continue growing towards our own ends and happiness there will always be these people and these threads that will shape who we are and how we become ourselves.
In a way, this idea somewhat diminishes our individuality, in that it is easy to see ourselves as products of our situations. But in another way, it strengthens the concept of self, because, though we ARE molded by our position in various realms of existence, we can choose our part, what people and events we will and will not accept, and become accordingly. At least in my mind, it's a rather nice thought.
So the moral of the story, I guess, is to be as good a person as you can. When I hear that I always think selfishly - that I should be my best for my own ends. But when you think off all the hundreds or thousands of other wanderers to whom you reach out in this small bit of time, it makes sense that you would only want to be the cause of good. Particularly because, as time progresses, those little bits of yourself that you have shared will be passed on innumerably and imperturbably to countless others that you touch only remotely. By small and simple things are great things brought to pass. Maybe it's true.
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
To have a heart
Well, it's time at the moment for an anatomy lesson, because I was thinking about it and because one of these days I'm going to relate this to a more in-depth discussion on cycling. Basically, I'm going to skip almost everything but the heart for now, because that's what I've been thinking about lately (And, oddly enough, the organ that has been partly responsible for allowing me to do the thinking).
To sum up: the heart is amazing. There is no other muscle in the body like it, in that it is capable of contracting endlessly without tiring - it does so about 2.6 billion times before deciding to stop, and has the resilliency to pump about 85 bathtubs worth of blood through 60,000 miles of veins and arteries (Along with smaller, lesser things like capillaries) every day while it's at it. It has it's own electrical impulse system, which sends impulses to the different muscle components in such an order that, when everything goes according to plan, pumps blood through your body after rejuvenating it with an efficiency and grace that is simply astonishing.
The heart is basically a fueling station for all the little vehicles of air and fuel (henceforth known as "red blood cells") that travel around your body all day and keep you alive. They come to the heart through veins - vein basically means "to the heart" - through the Superior Vena Cava when the blood is coming from above the heart, and through the Inferior Vena Cava when it's from below. The blood passes into the Right Atrium, where it's sort of queued up waiting behind a valve (The Tricuspid Vavle, to be specific) before getting to rush into the Right Ventricle. From the Right Ventricle, something very exciting and unique happens, that is so strange and intrinsically amazing that I'm going to insert a paragraph break and tell you about if following.
< breathe >
Okay, so remember how vein basically means "towards the heart?" Well, arteries are exactly the opposite - they only pump blood away from the heart. Now, it would make sense that veins are ALWAYS bringing the tired and empty blood back to the heart for R&R, and that arteries are full of cheery little workers ready to help out the rest of your body. True? Not quite! You see, after blood has been sitting around in your Right Ventricle for a moment, it gets pumped - through an artery, because it's away from your heart - to your lungs to get filled up with oxygen and stuff. This artery, the Pulmonary Artery, is the only location in your entire body in which dead-tired blood gets pumped away from the heart!
So the blood gets oxygen, and then the reverse happens, as happy, livened blood comes back through the Pulmonary Vein to the Left Atrium (detecting a trend?). It sits there, all raring to go, then gets to pass through the Mitral Valve into the Right Ventricle (I really hope you're noticing that there's a pattern here) before shooting out through your body. It should be noted here that the Left Ventricle is a tough stud because it has to power the blood going to the rest of your body. From that Ventricle, it's a simple shot through the Aortic Valve, into the Aortic artery, and it's back to circulating around the body and recharging the rest of you. Simple.
So how cool is that? The buh-bump sound you hear from your heart is various valves opening and closing in perfect harmony, getting the blood to you where you need it, when you need it (Much like Fedex, except better). In incredibly trained and gifted athletes, it can be large and strong and efficient enough that it only has to pump 30 times per minute while resting (Average for adults is around 75), but on demand it can speed things up to over 200BPM in some individuals to send your blood hurtling around your system so quickly that a red blood cell can get all the way around your body in only 20 seconds! It does this all automatically, with no thought from us. Really, our lives would be pretty boring if we did have to think about it all the time, because there's so much to it.
The ancient Egyptians believed that the heart was the key and vital organ in a person's body, and was responsible for containing the soul and intelligence of the person. While we now know that the brain is alot responsible for that, maybe they were on the right track. For now, just have a heart.
To sum up: the heart is amazing. There is no other muscle in the body like it, in that it is capable of contracting endlessly without tiring - it does so about 2.6 billion times before deciding to stop, and has the resilliency to pump about 85 bathtubs worth of blood through 60,000 miles of veins and arteries (Along with smaller, lesser things like capillaries) every day while it's at it. It has it's own electrical impulse system, which sends impulses to the different muscle components in such an order that, when everything goes according to plan, pumps blood through your body after rejuvenating it with an efficiency and grace that is simply astonishing.The heart is basically a fueling station for all the little vehicles of air and fuel (henceforth known as "red blood cells") that travel around your body all day and keep you alive. They come to the heart through veins - vein basically means "to the heart" - through the Superior Vena Cava when the blood is coming from above the heart, and through the Inferior Vena Cava when it's from below. The blood passes into the Right Atrium, where it's sort of queued up waiting behind a valve (The Tricuspid Vavle, to be specific) before getting to rush into the Right Ventricle. From the Right Ventricle, something very exciting and unique happens, that is so strange and intrinsically amazing that I'm going to insert a paragraph break and tell you about if following.
< breathe >
Okay, so remember how vein basically means "towards the heart?" Well, arteries are exactly the opposite - they only pump blood away from the heart. Now, it would make sense that veins are ALWAYS bringing the tired and empty blood back to the heart for R&R, and that arteries are full of cheery little workers ready to help out the rest of your body. True? Not quite! You see, after blood has been sitting around in your Right Ventricle for a moment, it gets pumped - through an artery, because it's away from your heart - to your lungs to get filled up with oxygen and stuff. This artery, the Pulmonary Artery, is the only location in your entire body in which dead-tired blood gets pumped away from the heart!
So the blood gets oxygen, and then the reverse happens, as happy, livened blood comes back through the Pulmonary Vein to the Left Atrium (detecting a trend?). It sits there, all raring to go, then gets to pass through the Mitral Valve into the Right Ventricle (I really hope you're noticing that there's a pattern here) before shooting out through your body. It should be noted here that the Left Ventricle is a tough stud because it has to power the blood going to the rest of your body. From that Ventricle, it's a simple shot through the Aortic Valve, into the Aortic artery, and it's back to circulating around the body and recharging the rest of you. Simple.
So how cool is that? The buh-bump sound you hear from your heart is various valves opening and closing in perfect harmony, getting the blood to you where you need it, when you need it (Much like Fedex, except better). In incredibly trained and gifted athletes, it can be large and strong and efficient enough that it only has to pump 30 times per minute while resting (Average for adults is around 75), but on demand it can speed things up to over 200BPM in some individuals to send your blood hurtling around your system so quickly that a red blood cell can get all the way around your body in only 20 seconds! It does this all automatically, with no thought from us. Really, our lives would be pretty boring if we did have to think about it all the time, because there's so much to it.The ancient Egyptians believed that the heart was the key and vital organ in a person's body, and was responsible for containing the soul and intelligence of the person. While we now know that the brain is alot responsible for that, maybe they were on the right track. For now, just have a heart.
Thursday, January 12, 2006
The Pen and the Sword, or: Death and Taxes
I enoy writing. I feel like it's a medium through which I can communicate and be understood, or at least understand myself. I'm starting to find a voice, and as I go through my day I hear this voice in snippets that beg to be put on paper (Whether digital- or cellulose-based). I don't expect that I'm especially good at it, but it at least puts in a singular stream some of my thoughts that would otherwise flow as a confused and multitudinous river. Music stirs me emotionally and intellectually, though I can't pen a note or a chord and expect any greatness of it; writing, on the other hand, is something tangible to me that I can share with others as they choose to partake.
I'm not sure what to make of myself. Sometimes I feel as though the birds are chirping and the sun is shining and all is right in the world, but there are other times that I feel miserable and downcast and wish that I was more. There are too many things for me to improve upon for me to even count or comprehend - I could be smarter, I could be better spoken, I could brush my teeth with more vigor and vim - and sometimes, when confronted with all of it, I'd rather just shut down and ask "why me." I could no sooner cease to be, though, than could any matter or energy, or for that matter any intelligence whatsoever. It seems then that the only path I can choose is to continue and progress in my chosen course.
Some people seem to choose a sort of apathetic doomsday approach to life. For them, the rain is always falling and the IRS is always on their tail to steal their money. It is better to passively complain than to seek any change, or it is better to be silent than to seek good. So many choose to walk with their eyes at their feet, looking only to where they're going and not toward what's around. But really, what's the fun in that? There's so much around to see if we just pull our heads up and decide to see it! People get trapped in filling their expensive Mercedes with expensive fuel on the way to their expensive job, and they seem to forget that they have souls. They forget to yearn and hope and chase and desire and love the good and great things in life - they forget to wonder at how magnificent everything really is and decide to peer at everything through nuclear-waste colored glasses.
I should hardly be speaking, though. So often I forget that the grim and the bleak is transitory, that though death and taxes may be certain they are hardly the be-all end-all of our existence, and there is so much happiness to be attained through other means. The simple things can often be so fulfilling; pedalling away on my (overpriced, underused) bicycle through glade and glen as I search for new places in my mind and on the road leaves me feeling elated about myself and others in a way that I rarely otherwise experience. I think everyone has a sort of special place to go, in which they can experience the flow - the quiet, content, and intent focus - that makes things meaningful and special where before they were simply the mundane. I know people that love to rock climb. There are others that like to paint, or sing, or dance, or run, or any number of other things that make them, for that brief moment in time, free.
It seems, as I think about it, that we desire entirely to be free but sometimes don't know how to accomplish it. War is wonderful and swords are stupendous, but the things that really make us happy and that drive us internally are our own personal arts. I find an artistic beauty in the whirring of my wheels and chain as I drive myself along, being an engine and deciding my speed and my path as my faculties combine to propel me down the black tarmac. Similarly, those with greater fine motor control than your average whale probably find great joy in taking what is in their mind and filling a canvas with it. Art can come in so many different forms, and it seems that we need it to live and survive.
I don't know what direction my life is going to take, but I'm very much excited to find out and get there. Anticipation can be a wonderful and evil thing, and it's with great joy (and sometimes greater duress) that I look toward that bright and glorious future (by which I'm NOT referring to socialism). Hopefully I'll remember to continue as I ought, and though my feet may be on the road less traveled by, I can keep my chin up and be alert, and that will make all the difference.
I'm not sure what to make of myself. Sometimes I feel as though the birds are chirping and the sun is shining and all is right in the world, but there are other times that I feel miserable and downcast and wish that I was more. There are too many things for me to improve upon for me to even count or comprehend - I could be smarter, I could be better spoken, I could brush my teeth with more vigor and vim - and sometimes, when confronted with all of it, I'd rather just shut down and ask "why me." I could no sooner cease to be, though, than could any matter or energy, or for that matter any intelligence whatsoever. It seems then that the only path I can choose is to continue and progress in my chosen course.
Some people seem to choose a sort of apathetic doomsday approach to life. For them, the rain is always falling and the IRS is always on their tail to steal their money. It is better to passively complain than to seek any change, or it is better to be silent than to seek good. So many choose to walk with their eyes at their feet, looking only to where they're going and not toward what's around. But really, what's the fun in that? There's so much around to see if we just pull our heads up and decide to see it! People get trapped in filling their expensive Mercedes with expensive fuel on the way to their expensive job, and they seem to forget that they have souls. They forget to yearn and hope and chase and desire and love the good and great things in life - they forget to wonder at how magnificent everything really is and decide to peer at everything through nuclear-waste colored glasses.
I should hardly be speaking, though. So often I forget that the grim and the bleak is transitory, that though death and taxes may be certain they are hardly the be-all end-all of our existence, and there is so much happiness to be attained through other means. The simple things can often be so fulfilling; pedalling away on my (overpriced, underused) bicycle through glade and glen as I search for new places in my mind and on the road leaves me feeling elated about myself and others in a way that I rarely otherwise experience. I think everyone has a sort of special place to go, in which they can experience the flow - the quiet, content, and intent focus - that makes things meaningful and special where before they were simply the mundane. I know people that love to rock climb. There are others that like to paint, or sing, or dance, or run, or any number of other things that make them, for that brief moment in time, free.
It seems, as I think about it, that we desire entirely to be free but sometimes don't know how to accomplish it. War is wonderful and swords are stupendous, but the things that really make us happy and that drive us internally are our own personal arts. I find an artistic beauty in the whirring of my wheels and chain as I drive myself along, being an engine and deciding my speed and my path as my faculties combine to propel me down the black tarmac. Similarly, those with greater fine motor control than your average whale probably find great joy in taking what is in their mind and filling a canvas with it. Art can come in so many different forms, and it seems that we need it to live and survive.
I don't know what direction my life is going to take, but I'm very much excited to find out and get there. Anticipation can be a wonderful and evil thing, and it's with great joy (and sometimes greater duress) that I look toward that bright and glorious future (by which I'm NOT referring to socialism). Hopefully I'll remember to continue as I ought, and though my feet may be on the road less traveled by, I can keep my chin up and be alert, and that will make all the difference.
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
These are a few of my favorite things
I love showers. And by love them, I mean I absolutely adore and admire showers for all the glory that they are and all the truth and light they stand for. Sure, they're technically inanimate objects that only have a limited power of salvation, but once you run hot water through those pipes, a shower becomes a living, caring thing, and that meaningless inability to grant salvation becomes more powerful than you or I can comprehend. We become clean physically and emotionally as we shower, submitting all our cares, worries, and "questionable" odors to the great steaming showerhead which gives forth that beauteous water. (On next week's episode, Freud will enlighten us on how my love for showers is really a deep seated emotional response to the warm nudity of the shower environment.) Ridding us of filth, we are found clean in our sultry, steamy nakedness, ready to face a new day with vigor and vim. I love showers.
Incidentally, I also love delicious food. There is nothing like popping in your mouth a small morsel of chocolate, crafted with care in Germany or Switzgerland or Helsinki or Seoul (OK, that's a stretch). Similarly, there are few experiences which match the sublime delight of good fruit, or the delectability of Thanksgiving dinner and your mother's homemade apple pie. Food plays a powerful role in our life, and has become a huge industry because people just aren't content with the same old cold porridge day in and day out. No, we live in a world where there is variety galore, as China or Mexico or a host of other places are brought forth "authentically" (and here we use the term losely) in little corner restaraunts just minutes from your house.
One pleasure of mine are Dryer's "Whole Fruit" Fruit Bars. They're actually somewhat healthy, when compared to a number of the other sweet concoctions and confections now available, and are a delicious and fruity way to gain a little more Vitamin C in your diet. Though they do have sugar in them, they're all natural, and really quite delicious.
Now, the astute among you have probably guessed where this is going. As I walked into our shower room this evening (Ah, dorm life), and yelled to one of my buddies through his curtain to see how the water was, his response was unintelligible. It took me a moment to realize what was going on, but after a few seconds he confirmed my worst fears: He was eating in the shower, and what's more, he LIKED it. I try to be open-minded about things, but this was just too much. How could I handle a friend of mine ingesting sweet yummies like an ice cream cone in the shower, when clearly such things are against the laws of nature, physics, and my mother? Then again, thought I, it really didn't contradict nature or physics, and I couldn't really think of a time my mother told me not to eat in the shower (As far as I know, she's not actually present during those ordeals...ever). I decided that the plunge must be taken, and it was with a heavy heart I sprinted excitedly to the vending machines and bought a Dryer's Whole Fruit bar.
There are some things that have to be experienced to be believed, and I have to tell you, this is one of them. As I sat (stood, actually) in the hot shower, naked (yes, I've now mentioned nakedness thrice. I suppose I'm dwelling on it, but I like being naked in the shower - who doesn't?), contemplating my day while eating that strawberry-flavored frozen food, I realized that I was, at that point, becoming a more whole person. The fruit bar was delicious, and the yummy coldness inside of me nicely countered the warmth of the shower, creating a combination that almost (but not quite) caused excessive euphoria.
I can only say this: If you have never showered, naked (4!), with some delicious food in hand and in stomach, you must try it. I urge you (As I would also urge you to stick with mostly liquid-based foods, as opposed to turkey or pizza or other things of that slightly more solid nature). I would go so far as to beg, bribe, or cajole, but I don't know who you are and am thus at a disadvantage. But please, try it. You'll like it.
Incidentally, I also love delicious food. There is nothing like popping in your mouth a small morsel of chocolate, crafted with care in Germany or Switzgerland or Helsinki or Seoul (OK, that's a stretch). Similarly, there are few experiences which match the sublime delight of good fruit, or the delectability of Thanksgiving dinner and your mother's homemade apple pie. Food plays a powerful role in our life, and has become a huge industry because people just aren't content with the same old cold porridge day in and day out. No, we live in a world where there is variety galore, as China or Mexico or a host of other places are brought forth "authentically" (and here we use the term losely) in little corner restaraunts just minutes from your house.
One pleasure of mine are Dryer's "Whole Fruit" Fruit Bars. They're actually somewhat healthy, when compared to a number of the other sweet concoctions and confections now available, and are a delicious and fruity way to gain a little more Vitamin C in your diet. Though they do have sugar in them, they're all natural, and really quite delicious.
Now, the astute among you have probably guessed where this is going. As I walked into our shower room this evening (Ah, dorm life), and yelled to one of my buddies through his curtain to see how the water was, his response was unintelligible. It took me a moment to realize what was going on, but after a few seconds he confirmed my worst fears: He was eating in the shower, and what's more, he LIKED it. I try to be open-minded about things, but this was just too much. How could I handle a friend of mine ingesting sweet yummies like an ice cream cone in the shower, when clearly such things are against the laws of nature, physics, and my mother? Then again, thought I, it really didn't contradict nature or physics, and I couldn't really think of a time my mother told me not to eat in the shower (As far as I know, she's not actually present during those ordeals...ever). I decided that the plunge must be taken, and it was with a heavy heart I sprinted excitedly to the vending machines and bought a Dryer's Whole Fruit bar.
There are some things that have to be experienced to be believed, and I have to tell you, this is one of them. As I sat (stood, actually) in the hot shower, naked (yes, I've now mentioned nakedness thrice. I suppose I'm dwelling on it, but I like being naked in the shower - who doesn't?), contemplating my day while eating that strawberry-flavored frozen food, I realized that I was, at that point, becoming a more whole person. The fruit bar was delicious, and the yummy coldness inside of me nicely countered the warmth of the shower, creating a combination that almost (but not quite) caused excessive euphoria.
I can only say this: If you have never showered, naked (4!), with some delicious food in hand and in stomach, you must try it. I urge you (As I would also urge you to stick with mostly liquid-based foods, as opposed to turkey or pizza or other things of that slightly more solid nature). I would go so far as to beg, bribe, or cajole, but I don't know who you are and am thus at a disadvantage. But please, try it. You'll like it.
Monday, April 18, 2005
Time
It's been a long time since my last update. Unintentionally. Really.
Fitness: On April 4 I ran approximately 19 miles as a culmination of my marathon training. The intended date is April 23, with the Salt Lake Marathon being the chosen run. I will likely be flying down on Wednesday. The lack of exercise as I taper is killing me, though I plan on running about 5 miles tomorrow to keep things fluid.
Education: I was accepted into BYU and BYU Idaho in March, and also received a $2000 scholarship offer from BYU-I. I will be attending in Provo, and am waiting on scholarship status. Parents took me to The Metropolitan Grill in Seattle for dinner, which was absolutely fabulous. 3.5 hours of eating sumptously sublime dishes wasn't a problem. The checque, however, could have been interpreted as such. Off my tangent, I still don't have a clue what I'd like to study.
Work: I've been doing more work lately. I just completed a Windows Small Business Server 2003 installation which will eventually support perhaps 10-15 people. The server is not taxed heavily; performance reports indicate approximately 2% of processor time is being utilized. I've been receiving more work, and a partnership with Charles H and Adam L is possible. I've also been reading about Apple's new server OS platform, Mac OS X version 10.4 ("Tiger"). It looks fantastic, and I can't wait for some business to come along and appropriate $30,000 for me to set up a redundant server with a fibre-attached RAID5 2.8TB system and failover. Right.
SERVER: 3.0ghz "Prescott" Intel Pentium IV HT on Supermicro P4SCi "Copper River" chipset server board. 2GB ECC DDR-400 SDRAM. 74GB, 10,000RPM Western Digital Raptor system disk. 300GB RAID 5 Array off 3Ware 9500S-4LP SATA RAID adapter (3x160GB WD1600RE drives; 1 hot spare). Onboard Intel CSA gigabit NIC. FAST.
More later.
Fitness: On April 4 I ran approximately 19 miles as a culmination of my marathon training. The intended date is April 23, with the Salt Lake Marathon being the chosen run. I will likely be flying down on Wednesday. The lack of exercise as I taper is killing me, though I plan on running about 5 miles tomorrow to keep things fluid.
Education: I was accepted into BYU and BYU Idaho in March, and also received a $2000 scholarship offer from BYU-I. I will be attending in Provo, and am waiting on scholarship status. Parents took me to The Metropolitan Grill in Seattle for dinner, which was absolutely fabulous. 3.5 hours of eating sumptously sublime dishes wasn't a problem. The checque, however, could have been interpreted as such. Off my tangent, I still don't have a clue what I'd like to study.
Work: I've been doing more work lately. I just completed a Windows Small Business Server 2003 installation which will eventually support perhaps 10-15 people. The server is not taxed heavily; performance reports indicate approximately 2% of processor time is being utilized. I've been receiving more work, and a partnership with Charles H and Adam L is possible. I've also been reading about Apple's new server OS platform, Mac OS X version 10.4 ("Tiger"). It looks fantastic, and I can't wait for some business to come along and appropriate $30,000 for me to set up a redundant server with a fibre-attached RAID5 2.8TB system and failover. Right.
SERVER: 3.0ghz "Prescott" Intel Pentium IV HT on Supermicro P4SCi "Copper River" chipset server board. 2GB ECC DDR-400 SDRAM. 74GB, 10,000RPM Western Digital Raptor system disk. 300GB RAID 5 Array off 3Ware 9500S-4LP SATA RAID adapter (3x160GB WD1600RE drives; 1 hot spare). Onboard Intel CSA gigabit NIC. FAST.
More later.
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
This is a picture that was taken in New York City's Central Park durin The Gates art exhibit. The exhibit was created by Christo and Jeanne-Claude. 7500 16-foot tall gates were erected in Central Park at the cost of the artists, with widths ranging from about 5 feet to 16 feet. They follow 23 miles of paths in the park and will be up for 16 days before being taken down February 28th, 2005.
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Saturday, February 12, 2005
Bridge Update
This is a picture of the Tacoma Narrows Bridge taken February 10, 2005. The new bridge towers are expected to be at over 350 of their 510 foot total height by the end of the month of February. They are made of marine-grade concrete and are angled slightly to increase compression strength between the cross-members that will be supporting the bridge horizontally.
The photo was taken at 5:01PM with a Nikon D70 Digital Camera, with the kit 28-70mm lens. The shot was focused manually with emphasis on the near bridge pillar. The effective focal length was 105mm with an F-Number of 7.1.
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The photo was taken at 5:01PM with a Nikon D70 Digital Camera, with the kit 28-70mm lens. The shot was focused manually with emphasis on the near bridge pillar. The effective focal length was 105mm with an F-Number of 7.1.
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Friday, December 03, 2004
This is a picture I took perhaps a month ago on a comfortable Sunday evening. It's of Gig Harbor looking towards Mount Rainier. I was disappointed by the haziness of Rainier that evening, but in retrospect it adds to the picture, in my mind, because it stands as a monolith in a pink haze of the same shade.
Our fascination with water sometimes surprises me. Our greatest cities are, with few exceptions, on the border of some great sea or tributary. The most popular vacation destinations always include water as a part of the package. Rarely will one see a painting of a lavender meadow without a meandering brook bisecting it. Our bodies crave things that we need to survive (Except maybe brocolli), so our fascination with water in art and water in life must come from our need for it. There certainly is a universal appeal to the stillness of a golden pond in the morning, or a cascading waterfall at the end of a hike.
(This photo taken with a Nikon D70 DSLR camera with a Nikon AF-S DX Nikkor 18-70mm lens. The focal length, aperature, and shutter speed are unknown, and no modification beyond resizing was made)
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Thursday, December 02, 2004
Call me Ishmael.
This is a photo taken of a lighthouse near Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada. It was taken this evening (12-01-04) by a friend using his Nikon D70 Digital SLR Camera. I love how the burning orange sunset contrasts against the frigid waters of the Atlantic, and how the green light of the lighthouse seems to complement perfectly the other colors in the photo.
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