It’s worse than that, it’s dead, Jim

My PC, on which I do all my photo and graphic editing, died today. It boots with the message: Invalid boot.ini file, booting from c:\windows… and just hangs there in blackness.

That’s just not cool all around. Looks like I’ll be doing a little recovery tomorrow between shoots and working off my Mac in the meantime. What worries me is all the wedding photos on the alternate internal harddrive. That’d suck major ass if I lost those. Major ass. Along with all my recent shoots, too.

Gentle recovery mode engaged.

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July 27, 2007, 9:19 pm

Sicko

This evening my wife and I went to go see Michael Moore’s latest stroke of genious—SICKO, a massive exposé on the health “care” industry. I know Michael Moore has quite the reputation, particularly from the Republican party side of things, but this film is perhaps one of the most important films of this decade. I can say that because of one single statement that was made in this film: you can tell the true nature of a country by how they care for the least of its citizens.

Example after example and case by case, Moore dismantled the paranoia that’s been stirred up by the media, by health care lobbyists, and by political officials—the paranoia that so-called socialized medicine doesn’t work. Of course Canada becomes the glowing example of limited coverage, waiting for care, and people dying because of having to wait for essential services. But with great ease and case after case after case, the citizens of Canada speak out for themselves to the quality of their care and the worry-free life they have.

Moore examined the health care system here (in all its absurdity) and compared it to the likes of Canada, the UK, France, and even Cuba. Even in Cuba, the poorest of the poor have access to the most basic of services. In America, for example, an inhaler cost one woman over a hundred dollars. That very same inhaler in Cuba—same brand, same dosage, same ingredients—cost the equivalent of five cents.

In the UK, where they practice a national medical coverage, ALL medicines cost the same. So whether you need an antibiotic or some serious drugs to treat your cancer, you pay roughly £6 for all medicines. Your hospital visits and doctor visits…all free and completely covered regardless of who you are and what your condition. And if you had to pay a cab fare to get to the hospital—get this, the cab fare is REIMBURSED to you. The hospital actually PAYS you for your transportation costs to get there if you came on your own.

But what infuriated me the most in this film was how they treated workers from Ground Zero—volunteers who came from all around the area to help in the rescue efforts. If you weren’t on the city’s payroll as a CITY employee and passed the dozen or so strict terms and conditions, you were denied ANY portion of the $50 million that was allocated in funds for the rescue workers from that terrible time in our history.

Moore followed the stories of some of those workers that were denied assistance (REPEATEDLY) and listened to their horrid stories of being intentionally and willfully rejected by the city, state and federal government along with the health care industry—all because they didn’t meet an unreasonable set of standards.

Michael eventually brought them to Cuba, where they received quality exams, care, and a plan for recovery…for free. That care was the exact same care that they offer all off their citizens. Care that you would never find in America because the HMO’s are too busy lining their pockets with our health care premiums and convincing federal bureaucrats to drive fear into the hearts of its citizens, that our system is good enough—and that anything that smells of “socialist” medicine is of the devil.

One Canadian put it best [and I'm paraphrasing here because I don't have THAT good of a memory] when he said, “we’re just looking out for each other… if someone’s sick or hurting, you help them… and when we pay our taxes, we’re just doing our part to help each other out, helping others that have needs.”

My wife and I agreed wholeheartedly—the health care system in Canada is far more “Christ-like”, in that they actually care for the “least of these.”

I have to confess—if my wife or I had a great job offer in Canada, England, or even France, it would be hard to turn down with the kind of care and coverage one could find in such countries.

[Mental note to add the UK, France, and Canada to my Monster.com search perimeter.]

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July 26, 2007, 9:07 pm

Violated…absolutely violated

I generally lock my doors on my car—it’s pretty much habit. And I’m not quite sure if somehow the “unlock” button was pressed in my pocket upon leaving the car or if I just completely spaced it (which is unlikely), but somehow someone got into the car that I had been renting for the weekend of busy photography [mostly for the wedding that I had scheduled on Friday]. Back to the car.

I was asked to shoot some spokesperson finals competition at Visage and parked up in the ramp nearby. I left a few photography accessories behind and a few stands and my iPod tucked away in some pocket of the car. I returned to my car a few hours later to find the door ajar, the glove compartment opened, my bags rummaged through, and my 60GB iPod stolen. Fortunately they weren’t interested in any of my photography stuff—but they ran off with my iPod, dammit!

Words can’t convey how pissed off and violated I feel. Yes, I’m grateful they didn’t take anything else, but somehow that just isn’t all that consoling. Looks like I’ll have to bring my portable drive to work and plug it into my computer to listen to all my music.

DAG, that just pisses me off to no end. Undoubtedly I have to wait before I’ll be able to get a replacement—my wife comes first and she’s long overdue for a new iPod.

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July 22, 2007, 1:16 am

grandmaster flash

Things have really picked up for me in the photography world. In addition to a ton of time-for-print/cd (TFP/CD) sessions coming up, I’m working on the side with Minnage Magazine as one of their photographers, helping cover Minneapolis nightlife. Tonight I’m fortunate enough to have been asked to come down to Foundation night club and photograph Rock-n-Roll Hall of Famer, Grandmaster Flash, one of the pioneers in turntablism and hip-hop. And the best part about it—paid assignment (not much, but it’s something)…and the possibility of being published. With a higher profile assignment like this, it’s almost certain that Minnage will publish the photo(s).

And just in case you still can’t remember who Grandmaster Flash is…I’m sure you’ll remember the tune, “Rappers Delight” by the Sugarhill Gang. Grandmaster Flash was from the same era when rap was first getting noticed in the mainstream.

Next weekend’s going to be extremely crazy—a wedding, two photo shoots, and one runway show. My hard drive is going to fill up fast this week.

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July 14, 2007, 2:53 pm

Transformers: don’t even bother

I remember seeing the previews last winter, a teaser that gave a glimpse of what was to come—Transformers, the movie. I also recall thinking, “this really could go either way…a movie with great potential to be really cool, or it just might bomb because of the way they handled its recreation.”

It bombed.

For starters, I do have to make the disclaimer, that the effects did totally rock in this movie. Over-the-top and unbelievable, sure. But they were still well done and the overall CG work was remarkable.

And that’s about where the goodness ends for me. The rest of it blew chunks and there was no way that excellent CG work was going to transform this film into anything I’d ever want to watch again.

The storyline was weak to begin with—the fate of the world resting in a high schooler’s hands—and littered with the same cheesey phrases and rhetoric that was prevalent throughout the cartoon version of Transformers. And when I say cheesey, I don’t know how else to put it, but like so: if I was lactose intolerant, I would have farted all my internal organs out my ass. How’s that for a visual? That’s how cheesey it was.

And when Optimus Prime wasn’t dishing out melodramatic one-liners, we were being assaulted with product placement after product placement and being brainwashed into feel-good visuals of the United States military—the thrill of being in an Air Force base, the energy inside the war room, and the sheer magnitude of being able to fly an F-22 Raptor into combat and taking out an objective.

Seriously, I see enough advertisements over the course of my day, I really didn’t need to spend $9.00 a head to be slathered in placements by Chevy, HP, Nokia, Porche, and dozens of other less obvious placements throughout the film. It was a pure American consumerist all-you-can-eat fiesta of “I’ve got to have that”.

And if it wasn’t enough to be assaulted with all the product placement and the advertisements for the US Military, we saw the glorification of the automobile at the expense of wasting non-renewable energy (gasoline) and further contributing to the problem of pollution by showing us how cool it would be to own a gas-guzzling, air polluting Chevy Camero.

I could go on and on about this film. It was really cheesey, it was drowning in product placement, and lacked a credible fiction storyline.

Don’t bother seeing it. Wait til it hits the cheapo theatres or rental. It’s just not worth the cash at the box office.

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July 5, 2007, 8:53 pm

You know you’re a MAC geek when…

…you try and close a tab in Firefox with the keystroke Alt W…

…in Windows.

Now I have proof that I’ve nearly become fully acclimated to the Mac world.

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July 2, 2007, 1:08 pm