I can’t stop looking at it. It’s so…big. http://twitpic.com/23jrfz
I can’t stop looking at it. It’s so…big. http://twitpic.com/23jrfz
I decided to work on Canada Day and take Monday off instead. It was strange to be productive when it seemed like everyone in this city was out celebrating in the strangling heat. At this time of year, I can’t help but think of eucalyptus oil first kisses blue blankets shy embraces, constantly unsure of whether the memories made me happy or sad. Canada Day will never be the same.
I was left feeling completely disconnected from the world. In my room, I wondered what Aaron was doing at his place this year. The fireworks popping outside my window were so loud it was as if they were going off in my back yard. I didn’t bother to look. It was still just another day.
Dolly can never resist sleeping on unfamiliar objects, such as John’s duffel bag.
The second plot was John passing through Ottawa for a bachelor party. It ended much earlier than expected after two days of debauchery that got too much for even him.
So we had a lot of extra time together over the long weekend though we didn’t do anything special. It was mostly games, sunshine, driving, three seasons of the IT crowd, popcorn, and duets. Also, three movies were watched: The Hangover (which I agreed not to watch until we saw each other again), The Prince of Tides (to switch gears a bit, and my third time seeing it this year), and The A-Team (which is what we decided on for a movie in the theatres, and the likes of which is generally only palpable during the summer in the company of other male friends).
I sort of…unplugged. Drifted off in the haze and lost my mind for a little while.
Ginger rose tea. Delish.
I also invited Heather and Sergey to pho with us because they had yet to meet John, and everyone got along swimmingly. I shouldn’t be surprised; Heather and Sergey are type to find something interesting about anything, and John’s the type to say interesting things.
John with his sherbert and holiday scruff, saying the kinds of things that make him popular to everyone.
Now I’m catching up on work and sleep and alone time.
Holy fuck, I need a blue cardigan.
Dear @zenforlunch, it was nice driving by you and yelling your name like a dork today.
Why thank you for favouriting one of my photos on Flickr, Mr. hkbuttcracklover. I assume it’s safe to say you enjoy butt cracks?
Is it weird that my elbows are so double-jointed that I can stretch my biceps just by flexing my triceps?
I’ve been itching to play around with some new footage lately cause I love editing and it’s been a while since I had a good story to tell, so when Tiana invited me to Bobby’s second birthday party, I couldn’t resist. I also recently purchased some new gear in preparation of a wedding I’ve been hired to film in the Fall (with a second one potentially lined up), and I’ve been looking for an opportunity to field-test a new bag, shoulder strap, and monopod.
I tend to get really shy at Tiana’s parties cause I feel like I’m the only one who doesn’t know anyone else there, but she does a good job of making sure I’m never left alone for too long and included in most conversations. She’s also the only other person I know to actually design custom invitations. This time, however, she was sporting a perky new haircut, and no longer a vegetarian (for now). Such is the power of St. Hubert.
Weird habit I just realised I have: touching the protective seal of my juice cartons to my tongue before throwing it out. #ocd
The International Space Station happened to be passing by when I was out doing some astrophotography. It’s a very high-profile object because it’s a lot brighter than any stars (it’s light coming from the solar panels reflecting the sun at us), and it blazes across the sky at an amazing speed. This last point is made obvious by the fact that all the stars appear stationary in the photo1, while the ISS made a brilliant streak.
Also visible near the bottom of the picture are two low-flying aircraft. The one in the bottom left corner had blinking lights, which is why it appears as a series of dots in a line.
16mm focal length, f2.8 aperture, 13 second exposure, ISO1600.
I only had about two chances to take this shot at this shutter speed, not because the ISS disappears behind the horizon, but because it eventually flies into the shadow of the Earth while it’s in the sky and is no longer illuminated by the sun.
My astrophotograhy teacher once showed me a picture he got of the ISS where the fins of the solar panels were visible. To put into perspective how difficult this was, he explained it like this:
At it’s longest dimension, the ISS is only about 109m wide, which is roughly the size of the needle antenna on top of the CN Tower. It’s also orbits about 400 kilometres above the earth, which is roughly the distance from Ottawa to Toronto. So to capture the ISS in a telescope at that magnification is like being in Ottawa and pointing a telescope at Toronto and seeing the antenna on the CN Tower…as it’s moving at 8 kilometres per second. In American terms, this would be like standing with a telescope in Las Vegas and resolving the characters of the Hollywood sign in Los Angeles if it was moving at 17000mph.
Made a clean, dark wallpaper for my iPhone cause the default iOS4 ones are too busy for me: http://bit.ly/aJgrMY. Feel free to download.
That candy tasted like a custard infused with methane. Made me gag at first, then turned into a mango taste. #notsureifwant
GASP. There’s durian candy in that bag of goodies Pat and Jen gave me. #dundundun http://yfrog.com/8680rj
Aww, not only did my cat not coming running when I got home, I also found her cowering under my bed. Guess the earthquake really spooked her
Also, all my Ottawa peeps are tweeting about it.