Congratulations Donna and Scott!
Year: 2003
Angel Feet
Forgive me if this descends into self-satisfaction and self-congratulation today. You takes what you can gets.
Prelude
I went to the dress rehearsal of Borderlands on Thursday night to take some pictures for the Sirens website. It’s currently a little text-heavy and doesn’t have many really good recent photos of the trio, so it seemed a perfect opportunity to remedy that.
Backing up for a second, I should point out that I don’t take a lot of pictures on my digital camera. It comes out two or three times a year, tops, and I’ll usually take a couple of shots and put it away. I’ve had very little success in the past trying to take concert photos in particular… they always seem to come out too dark and/or too grainy, and even The GIMP can’t save them.
My entire knowledge of photography in three paragraphs
I’m always one to experiment (with silicon chip-based items, anyway) so this time I did a couple of things differently: I turned off the flash entirely and relied solely on the stage lighting, I increased the exposure compensation settings (contrary to the camera’s instruction booklet, which suggested they should be decreased), and I set the internal white balance to incandescent lighting. Perhaps most importantly, I made use of the capacity of the 128MB memory card and took over 90 pictures in the four hours I was there; I’ve heard from better photographers that the more pictures you take, the better your chances of having something good.
And what do you know, I actually got well-lit, well-coloured photos that didn’t require editing at all. Score one for the good guys.
Turning off the flash also slowed the automatic shutter speed; the camera only has an ASA/ISO 100 equivalent film speed, which isn’t particularly useful for low-light photography. I’ve got a hand-me-down tripod from my dad, but hadn’t brought it–I find it gets in the way more than anything–so I used the backs of seats to steady my incredibly shaky grip. While this eliminated camera jitter, I discovered afterwards to my dismay that it didn’t do anything for the movement on stage… of those 90-odd pictures, not one doesn’t have a noticeable amount of blur. (Donna in particular is a hard one to photograph in performance… I’ve got shots of the trio where Amber and Jo-Ann are rock-solid, but she’s just this ghostly figure off on the right. Then again, I’ve also got several where Jo-Ann doesn’t have a forearm.) Still, the blurriness isn’t too bad in some of the longer shots from the back of the theatre–only a few of the participants’ faces or hands disappear–so I’ve got some keepers.
44 Feet
I’d taken a lot of standard concert photos–individual and group shots of the performers, from various distances and locations–and in a fit of creativity decided to get a couple that represented some of the more unique aspects of the show. The twenty-something 20-something members of the Project Sing! choir were all barefoot, and so I headed up to the second row to get a picture… of their feet. (Don’t look at me that way. Sheesh, you people have your minds in the gutter.) The picture blurred almost beyond the point of recognition.

I believe that photo is the best I’ve ever taken… and it was a total fluke. I’m not sure if I should be pleased or discouraged.
I sent the full set of pictures to the Sirens that night in case there was something they wanted retaken during the premiere. I also passed a couple of the images on to my parents as a preview of what they were going to see. A couple of hours later I had a note from my parents: they liked Angel Feet, and were looking forward to the performance. Mid-afternoon I checked my e-mail from work and found a message from Sirens… they wanted the picture on the website, right away
. Cool.
I met my parents and their friends after work for dinner before we all went to the show. Mom had promised to bring some baking and other things, but she brought a bag into the restaurant and handed it to me as we sat down. Dad had printed a photo-quality copy and she’d framed it just before they left for London. I was more than a little surprised!
Reception
We wound up leaving the restaurant too late to take the bag back to my parents’ van before the show–we took our seats in the Wolf Performance Hall at 8:00pm sharp–so I sat it on my lap during the performance and carried it with me to the reception afterwards.
Over the next hour the performers trickled in to the reception, after changing into civvies, packing up instruments and just letting the experience sink in. Amber was the first Siren to arrive, and I said hi and congratulated her on the show… she was quite thrilled with how it turned out, and with good reason. She asked what was in the bag, so I showed her the framed picture–she hadn’t checked her mail since the day before and hadn’t seen that I’d sent it, but to my delight was just as effusive about it as the others had been. Jo-Ann arrived shortly thereafter and suggested I show it to Louise Fagan, the show’s director and choreographer, and Jennifer Moir, Project Sing’s artistic director, who practically grabbed it out of my hands to show to her group.
Half an hour later, Jennifer came back with a few Project Singers in tow; to my continuing shock, they wanted copies. I’d been talking to Donna, who’d arrived moments earlier, and she’d just told me that the picture was now the desktop image on her computer. Over the next hour probably another third of the group came over to ask if I was the photographer and if they could get copies (to which I obviously responded in the affirmative).
And that’s the story of the ego boost that will last me for the next few months.
Coda
I feel bad that I haven’t talked about Borderlands itself more in this entry; it’s excellent, and I hope it gets the expanded audience it deserves with a full touring schedule in the summer. My opinion is biased, of course, but seems to jibe with recent articles in the local press.
Lure of the Sirens
FADE IN
on a functional, if disorganized, laboratory. A wild-eyed scientist flits back and forth among the work areas that fill the room. He lingers briefly over a shrouded figure on a table in the middle of the room, then, apparently satisfied with his work, he approaches a large knife switch mounted on a heavy stone wall. We
FLASH TO
a closeup of his hand reaching for the switch. He grasps the handle, hesitates for a beat, then throws the switch.
PAN SLOWLY
up his arm as the lights dim and flicker; there’s a crash of thunder followed by the snapping sound of rogue streams of electrical energy; and we see the madness overtake the scientist’s face as he turns and exclaims
SCIENTIST
How to not get hired
- Publish your impressive resume online.
- State publicly and repeatedly–say, on your weblog–that you’re looking for a job.
- Have influential and/or well-known online personalities point to your resume, highlighting you as a model employee who’s unexplainably jobless.
- Ignore personal e-mail from people offering you senior positions directly related to your field.
- Receive extra points if you continue to complain about being unemployed.
Beware of the leopard
I voted in the municipal election tonight. My polling place was easy to find, in a very Douglas Adams sense:
But Mr. Dent, the plans have been available in the local planning office for the last nine months.
Oh yes, well, as soon as I heard I went straight round to see them, yesterday afternoon. You hadn’t exactly gone out of your way to call attention to them, had you? I mean, like actually telling anybody or anything.
But the plans were on display…
On display? I eventually had to go down to the cellar to find them.
That’s the display department.
With a flashlight.
Ah, well, the lights had probably gone.
So had the stairs.
But look, you found the notice, didn’t you?
Yes,said Arthur,yes I did. It was on display on the bottom of a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door sayingBeware of the Leopard.
The polling staff told me they’d had even more problems earlier in the day: the poll is located in a school, and traffic wasn’t able to get in because of the children playing outdoors during recess. I’ve a mind to write the (not-so-)new council to thank them for making it so easy to make my voice heard.
RSIrony
I aggravated my RSI today while trying to find, download and build all the dependencies for WorkRave, a tool that’s supposed to help recovery and prevention of RSI.
Music now
Barenaked Ladies’ Everything to Everyone is as good as I’d hoped, and better in spots. (It occurs to me that that doesn’t adequately convey my feelings about the album–in so many words, I like it!) I haven’t watched the DVD extras yet, although I did put it in to listen to the 5.1 mix of the album, which sounds great even through my Rubik’s Snake-enhanced left front speaker (a long story).
At my friend Nancy’s invitation I went to UWO’s Grad Club on Friday night to listen to some jazz. Good idea, poor execution: I somehow managed to miss meeting up with her and her roommates/tenants, and wound up leaving midway through the first set because the sound system in the place was so poor and the audience so loud. That’s $14 for cover, parking, a drink and 40 minutes of alleged music, in case you’re keeping track. (I’ve invited Nancy and friends over to watch the BNL DVD, although past history suggests it’s unlikely they’ll take me up on the offer.) The evening wasn’t a total waste: I managed to make it to Covent Garden Market to see the fifth anniversary show of The Boneyard Man, where I chatted for a while after the show with a teacher whose name I’ve promptly forgotten (but who will be at Borderlands… shameless, ain’t I?).
Borderlands is only a month away!
I received e-mail from Claire Jenkins a few days ago regarding matters I hope to be able to blog soon. She’s going to be in my sister’s neck of the country in December, so if you’re in Winnipeg on the 5th or 6th see if you can’t find your way to the Regal Beagle. Tell her I sent you… she’ll be all Peter who?
, which is fine with me.
Have you checked out Borderlands yet?
This afternoon was another trip to The Ugly Mug Café, this time to see Sirens‘ Jo-Ann Lawton do a solo gig. It was interesting to hear the tunes she’s written for the group performed without Amber and Donna, and her new and new-to-me music was enjoyable too. Mandolin Karen joined Jo-Ann onstage in the second set to do a few songs they’ve written together, and in the process qualified for SOCAN membership–congratulations Karen!
Last yet most important of all is a personal achievement: on Tuesday I posted the first major content update to sirens3.com, a mini-site for their upcoming musical/theatre performance Borderlands. This is the first all-out new piece I’ve created for the site, entirely new content hand-rolled in XHTML and CSS based on design and artwork by Laureen Creighton, and I’m quite pleased with the result. I won’t get into more technical details of the site right now because the whole reason for its existence is to plug the show and I don’t want to distract from promoting the November 28 performance any more than necessary. Tickets for Borderlands are $25 in advance and are available now.
Aaugh!
There’s only one thing worse than having your computer crash if you’ve succumbed to the tyranny of tabbed browsing as much as I have, and that’s temporarily losing sanity (or fine motor control over the mouse… six of one…) and clicking the close button on the browser. Knowing that all those long hours spent middle-clicking links that I’ll come back to later
have now gone to waste, destroyed in an instant by an itchy trigger finger, is enough to make even the most stoic among us utter a prayer to the patron saint of computers and the Internet… or, just maybe, a (not-so-)silent curse at the inventor of the mouse.
But if what was in those tabs was really important or interesting, we would have read them already, wouldn’t we? Perhaps this is a subconscious way of fighting information overload.
Still, sometimes it would be nice to be prevented from doing stupid things.
Comment spam
I’ve had a bit of comment spam lately, so I updated the configuration of Movable Type again, per Jacques Distler’s suggestion. I’d actually done some of the setup for this as part of the decruftification process, but omitted the step of making mt-comments.cgi (and mt-tb.cgi and mt-search.cgi, for good measure) inaccessible.
To JMS
The chance to meet is difficult,
but parting is even more difficult.
The east wind is powerless
as the hundred flowers wither.
Li Shang-yin