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The Online Photographer (TOP) has never been a double-turbocharged V8 among photography sites. At our best we are a beautifully well-mannered naturally-aspirated straight-six, smooth as buttah but with hidden power quietly in reserve.
In the month of August 2014 we are moving to new facilities. The motivation for this is to improve our physical space, which will in turn enable the site to improve above and beyond its previous best.
For this month we will be on 1/3rd power, under engine management to conserve fuel so to speak. The Editor is company of one, and TOP under full throttle is a powerful time-sink—a fun one, yes, but it has to be manned and monitored continually. A move—especially for a wifeless head-in-the-clouds navel-gazer without money to burn and with highly questionable organizing aptitudes—is also a time-sink. Something's gotta give.
We will continue to post new material in August...
...However, please don't judge the site as you find it now! We're limping along on two cylinders. This isn't permanent! We'll be back up and running at full speed again early in the Fall.
Cordial thanks to our many friends and fans, and all our visitors—I appreciate your patience* and loyalty!
—Mike Johnston, Semi-Competent CFO,
Chief Mine Defuser, and Packing Crew
*A story I've related before: when I taught high school we had a film-loading closet where the kids put their film on to reels and into the developing tanks. Naturally I didn't go in there with them—I'd have them practice a few times out in the light and then when they went in to load real exposed film they were on their own. Sometimes when things didn't go right I'd have to stand at the door and talk them through it. Try again, back up, start over. Stick with it. Some of you remember how it was.
Anyway, one time, one student's frustration spiraled out of control. She came out of the film loading room as mad as a cat out of the bath. First I got a torrent of complaints, and then she said, "And I kept looking at those letters you put on the wall. WHAT is that word?!? PATT-EYE-ENCE. PATT-EE-ENCE. What the hell does that mean? WHAT is that word?!?"
She was a bright, well-educated student, and she of course knew the word. Her frustrated state had simply caused her mind to misfire temporarily:
I had spelled out the word "PATIENCE" on the wall in glow-in-the-dark tape.
I tried to break it to her gently.... :-D