Here’s an interesting article about how to get a press pass, what equipment to use, and tips about how to get the good photos.
You have five thousand fans behind you, and there is a band in front of you. Nobody stands still. In fact, even the notion of standing still ruins the idea of a good music photo. The bouncers hate you, because you are in their way. The crowd is jealous of you. Crowdsurfers will kick you in the head. The band thinks you’re annoying. The lighting is never bright enough, and changes so frequently that you’re screwed even in the few moments that it is.
And nonetheless, concert photography is one of my all-time favourite pasttimes. It’s hard. It’s unrewarding. But it’s deeply gratifying on a personal lever. It’s about capturing the mood. Capturing the looks. Capturing something the audience is feeling.
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Ketchup Disaster, Jerusalem by nickfraser
Everyone has waited for the ketchup to make its way out of the bottle before. Personally, I get hungrier and hungrier as I stare down at my food, knowing that with one wrong move, my meal end up covered in a thick layer of the red sauce. Thankfully I now have detailed instructions for this delicate maneuver. The internet saves the day once again.
Ketchup can be regarded as a highly viscous liquid, or a thixotropic (flows under pressure) solid. Neither term is exactly correct, but the problem is not what to call it. The problem is how to get the ketchup out of the bottle, in measured quantities, without making a mess.
How to pour Ketchup (Catsup): Full technical explanation via lifehack.org
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The goal: to build a sustainable eco-community and keep at bay developers with dreams of massive hotel complexes.
Memberships — Nomad ($220), Hunter ($440) and Warrior ($660) — entitle members to seven, 14 or 21 days on the palm-fringed 200-acre oasis, 100 at a time. Fees cover food, lodging and local airport transfer.
This is not for the five-star hotel crowd. The tribe will be roughing it, especially the early arrivals, who will have only tents and basic shower and toilet facilities.
“The first job for the tribe,” [co-founder Ben] Keene said, “is to build for those who come later,” working alongside paid Fijian laborers to build beach huts. There’s no electricity, but solar energy will provide Internet access.
They even have a film crew and reporters. Sounds like Survivor to me.
Tribewanted: Adventure Island via Boing Boing
Also see the latimes.com article
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A long time ago I mentioned the lawn couch, here’s a smaller version.
Here’s a great spring project to get you ready for those up-coming summer barbeques: grow your own lawn furniture with the Terra Grass Armchair kit. All you need to do is assemble a cardboard frame, fill it with soil, seed it with grass, then stand back and watch it bloom. In just a couple weeks, a green and grassy armchair will appear in your lawn!
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Here are some great photos from a storm chaser in Nebraska.
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Blindness by BOOJOO
I apparently suffer from a mild form of colour blindness. On a very rare occasion, greens and yellows can get mixed. This has never been a truly limiting factor for me, but I know how frustrating it can get mistaking one colour for another. If you are wondering what the world looks like to people with colorblindness check this out.
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I’ve been called heartless before, but this guy definitely has one up on me.
Doctors at Jackson Memorial Hospital called a surgery in which a man had his entire heart removed while he awaits a transplant groundbreaking and rare. Louis Quarterman, 61 and a former transplant patient, is now living without a heart.
“I don’t have anybody’s heart inside me now, and that’s amazing to me,” Quarterman said. “That big machine right there at the foot of my bed, that’s the heart. It’s operating from the outside.”
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The best evidence obtainable at present points to Manute Bol (above), the 7’7″ Sudanese NBA player whose native tongue was Dinka, as the inventor, sometime in the 1980s, of this now – ubiquitous phrase.
Geoffrey K. Pullum told the story in his December 7, 2005 blog post.
Here is the relevant portion:Ken Arneson emailed me to say that he heard the phrase was first used by the Sudanese immigrant basketball player Manute Bol, believed to have been a native speaker of Dinka (a very interesting and thoroughly un-Indo-Europeanlike language of the Nilo-Saharan superfamily).Says Arneson, “I first heard the phrase here in the Bay Area when Bol joined the Golden State Warriors in 1988, when several Warriors players started using the phrase.“And Ben Zimmer’s rummaging in the newspaper files down in the basement of Language Log Plaza produced a couple of early 1989 quotes that confirm this convincingly:
St. Louis Post-Dispatch, Jan. 10, 1989: When he [Manute Bol] throws a bad pass, he’ll say, “My bad” instead of “My fault,” and now all the other players say the same thing.
USA Today, Jan. 27, 1989: After making a bad pass, instead of saying “my fault,” Manute Bol says, “my bad.” Now all the other Warriors say it too.
So all of this is compatible with a date of origin for the phrase in the early 1980s (Manute Bol first joined the NBA in 1985 but came to the USA before that, around 1980).
Professor Ron McClamrock of the Philosophy Department at SUNY Albany tells me he recalls very definitely hearing the phrase on the basketball court when he was in graduate school at MIT in the early 1980s, so the news stories above could be picking the story up rather late; but it is still just possible that Manute Bol was the originator, because he played for Cleveland State and Bridgeport University in the early 1980s, and his neologism just could have spread from there to other schools in the northeast, such as MIT.
bookofjoe: The origin of ‘My bad’
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