ChatFX

ChatFX adds a miscellany of video effects to iChat.

I actually pitched a similar concept to a video-oriented software producer about two years ago but nothing came of it. The specific possibility I see for software such as this is not so much the predictable, silly uses of it. I see the possibility of adding an additional layer of composed meaning to the videoconference interaction. I visualize participants adapting cinematic techniques to the image – zooms, jumpcuts, wide-screen ratios, moody slow pans and the like.

Tall

Walking around in Ballard tonight, we came across the fiddler of The Tallboys. On arriving home I’m pleased to hear their own version of Henry Lee.

Woody

After a hard four hours of yardwork, for some reason I smell the distinctive aroma of pin oak, a tree that dominated the Northern Indiana woodlands of my earliest youth. The vast quantities of leaves and acorns the enormous trees deposited on our yard and the expansive, forested ravines over the back fence mulched over the winter into a slick, layered goop, and that’s what I smell this afternoon.

Long White Cadillac

A night ago or so I was flipping stations on the radio when I heard the unmistakable howl of Dave Alvin and the Blasters. I haven’t really written about it here, but Alvin is one of my favorite songwriters and I have an especially strong appreciation of his work with the Blasters, his earliest stuff.

Night wolves moan

the winter hills are black

I’m all alone

sitting in the back

of a long white Cadillac

Somehow, although the song has apparently been covered by the likes of Dwight Yoakam, I had managed to never hear the Blasters side “Long White Cadillac.” When I stopped on the station, I was halted simply by the happy feel of hearing a beloved artist. Shortly, as happens often enough with Alvin’s work, I was paying very careful, wondering attention. The driving feel of the song is in direct contradiction to the lyrics, which focus on solitude, failure, and death, and combine an existential dread with the redemptive imagery of the funeral train that provides a winking subject for many great American pop songs.

Headlights shine

highway fades to black

I’ll take my time

in a long white Cadillac

in a long white Cadillac

As I digested this complex work of art, the unmistakable thought crossed my mind: “This song is about the death of Hank Williams.”

One time I had all that I wanted

But it just skipped through my hands

One time I sang away the sorrow

One time I took it like a man


At the time, our internet access was down, and thus I was unable to look into my suspicion. Imagine my satisfaction on googling the song and coming across the link above, on Alvin’s website. The last line on the page containing the lyrics?

-Dedicated to Hank Williams

ugh

Man, no sooner did the DSL get restored than the server went down, pinned in some perly loop. I hate it when that happens.

And now, internets, while it’s great to have you back in my house, I have plans with my wife. Please don’t drink all the beer.

Bean Flower

One of the potential benefits of living in the Northern Reaches of Seattle is the opportunity to explore the many bargain-priced eateries that cluster along Aurora. Last night, Viv and I had the pleasure of dining at the Szechuan Bean Flower House, which specializes in tofu, Szechuan style.

Overwhelmed by the menu choices, we went with a per-person dinner choice and very much enjoyed the middle-of-the road fare – in huge quantities – we received, including chow mein, sweet and sour pork, and fried rice. The specific thing that made me sure we’ll return was the frantic and amused welcome we received from the host, who spared no energy in pointing out that his Tsingtao was cheaper than anyone else’s on Aurora and directed our attention to the huge servings we were provided with – easily enough for a family of six.

Personally, I was also attracted by the specials board and printed menu in Chinese. Next time, I’m ordering blind and demanding five stars.

Broke

So, last week the brake light on our car comes on and won’t go away. We plan on taking the car in on Saturday. Being slowpokes, we miss the chance but find a place that will work on it Sunday.

With luck, we’ll get the car back around five. Between this car work and that gas outage and repair work it’s a wonder we can pay the mortgage.

Oh, and maybe you’ve noticed that my ISP is not providing satisfactory connectivity of late. What’s next?

Developing

Paul of A Crank’s Progress ruminates on the death of film, informatively and (despite his self-perception that the post is long) with admirable efficiency.

While I certainly understand the potential threat to our visible heritage in the disappearance of photographic prints from our patrimony, I myself celebrate it as one less burden to drag toward the grave. As someone who has seen the surfeit of family prints commonly available in any given antique store, it’s clear to me that people never intended to keep the images for the ages. As a member of a family that inherited a large shoebox full of unlabeled shots dating back to the 1840s and realizing we had no way of identifying the subjects, it’s equally clear to me that the archival problem had us beaten two generations ago.

Flickr, the visual future of our history is in your hands.

Wires

Also, I did too much yard work today to try to figure out the head-plaguing home LAN problem I’m still working.

On a related note, Treo 650’s are still holding at about $200 on eBay. So I’ll continue my waiting game.