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Wednesday, 17 April 2019

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Didn't you say one time that you have a brother who is a psychologist? Sounds like a good time for a family visit!

The Scheimpflug effect has been emulated by computers, adding the Escher effect is just a few extra lines of code but the U.I. obviously needs some work.

Regarding Drs. Cheswick, Taber, Frederickson, Scanlon Et. Al., maybe you need a bigger boat?


[I think you're mixing up your movie tropes! --Mike]

On closer reading I think your camera came with the Hieronymus Bosch filter enabled. That usually costs a lot extra.

This is what happens when you decide to buy something other than more Fuji....you’ve been warned..

Aah, I'd love a camera like that, meaning the second part of the strangeness, but as a second camera - like the kaleidoscopes we played with as kids! For inspiration!

( Where there dogs in any of the museum photos? Just kidding!)

And do have a good rest - with or without a camera in your hand! Rests are good whether you need them or not! (With a camera Robin Wong calls that shutter therapy. :-) .)

Are we really doing Cloud Sourced Dream analysis??
I don’t feel qualified to Help.

Cameras may be doing everything else, but at least until they invent the StarTrek tractor beam, they can't move objects by themselves....at least not yet.

Maybe it just means that you should take your meds—or maybe stop taking them, some will cause you to hallucinate!

Thanks for the heads-up on Anomalisa. I'll view it tonight.

Hmm. Veerry interestink, Mr Johnston. I zink zat eet meanz zat you vant to keel your Vater und sleep mit your Mutter. Ve analysts call it der “Oedipus Complex” after ein dead Greek guy. Und ve analysts are called zat because ve are anal. Zat vill be $200, please. Cash.

I was talking to my wife and son about something similar just last evening.

There are a few common stress nightmares that many people have in common, including me: the one where you suddenly realize that you've got a final exam in a few minutes and you forgot to go to class all semester.

And if you ever did any kind of acting at any level, you may have had that dream where you're about to go onstage for a performance and you realize that you completely forgot to memorize any of your lines.*

Well I haven't acted or been in school for a long time and I no longer have those dreams. But one nightmare that I do have a few times a year is where I'm walking down the street and suddenly realize that I left my camera bag in some public place, and getting back to that place becomes strangely difficult and complicated. I wake up in a sweat.

I wonder if that's a common dream among photographers.

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*I actually cured myself of that acting nightmare once when I decided, within the dream, that it would be okay if I went onstage with a copy of the script in my hand and read my lines. I never had that dream again.

"but no matter how I tried to adjust the exposure the camera overcompensated for the dark cloud and blew out the sunny highlights over the water in the distance"

Obviously a jump in timelines to early digital days Mike. Things are better now. :)

I think you just need to take longer walks with the dogs. Its the cure-all that brings all things back down to earth where they belong. :-)

Simple. The three dogs ignoring you are f-stop, shutter speed and ISO, all under auto control, vividly demonstrated when you try and capture an image with manual control.

That was funny. Sounds a little like some of my own dreams, especially the crumbling basement. My dreams often have a "falling apart house" element these days. In the last I remember the ceiling was leaking all over the place during a storm (in reality we do have a couple water issues, but not all over). As a child in the seventies and eighties I used to have nuclear war dreams. I'm waiting for my first climate change dream (maybe a leaking roof is a climate change dream).

I've been dealing with a persistent FedEx International delivery problem for a week now, to the point where it really is messing with my serenity.

So today I shared my experience with the umpteenth customer service rep. BTW, they all lie in a vain attempt to placate you, and even admit that they all lie to placate you. I guess it works more often than not.

So I told the rep, at 3:30 AM, that I was having a recurring dream about dying. And in the dream I am lying on a bed in a dark room running out of breath, but in the background I can hear the FedEx hold music playing. The bad news: I'm dying. The good news: I know I have at least 45 minutes to an hour left.

Cheers, John Dana

btw, true story

Apparent results of your recent dietary experiments, Dr. Johnson

Not on this boat.....
-Dr. Martini

Everyone’s a psychologist, especially the dogs.

Last night I also had a dream........

I dreamed I was eating a giant marshmallow that kept getting stuck in my throat.
When I woke up, the pillow was gone!

Seriously- do you have sleep apnea?

[On the night of that dream, 3.8 events per hour. My CPAP machine records my data and I can access it through an app. --Mike]

"There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face." ~Ben Williams

Butters should be able to handle this.

I’ve just listened to the audiobook “Why We Sleep” by Matthew Walker, a leading sleep scientist. It won’t explain a particular dream but I think it’s the most important book ever written (yes, really) on physical and mental health. The breadth of the issues covered and their impact on the health of individuals and the whole of society is astounding.

Time to worry about your own dogs then...

Dreams are sometimes habit: I have had runs of the same one - almost - hitting me quite often, then being replaced by another short series. None of those is a happy one, all hinting at loss and distrust of one thing or another. I even have the occasional dream where I realise I am within a repeat performance.

A quite peaceful one was driving over the edge of a cliff on Lanzarote. No pain, no fear, just oh well, that's it then. The car never did hit anything, the dream just closed down.

For a while I was of the opinion that deams were somehow based on subconscious fears of something, or just revisions of the day's events. I no longer believe that, any more than I believe that anyone else holds a magical key to the interpretation of dreams.

My CPAP machine is a Philips Respironics Dream Station. A few days ago it recorded a series of events about 10 times my typical rate. My dreams were of the nature of circular non-resolution, which long experience tells me are associated with the "near-death" nature of prolonged oxygen deprivation. Further, I've noticed that the worse the apnea, the more dismal and decaying the environment depicted in the dream/nightmare.

There was a movie some years ago, "Jacob's Ladder," that in parts were so similar to my apnea dreams that I never want to see it again.

I wouldn't read a lot into the dream itself.

Regarding the auteur theory discussion and scriptwriters who don’t direct their own work: what about Charlie Kauffman? Or similarly Harvey Pekar’s American Splendor comics (go see the film of the same title if you are unfamiliar, it is the anthesis of a comic book movie to say the least.

Of course in photography there is an example in the work of Cindy Sherman.

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