Color Photos from 1913!

I came across this article yesterday on mashup of amazing color photos taken in the year 1913. Head on over there and check them out. Seriously stunning.

It’s funny, because the majority of media we have from this time period is in black and white, my brain almost thinks that the world was without color back then. Stupid brain.

Seriously though, check it out.

Mervyn O’Gorman was 42 when he took these pictures of his daughter, Christina O’Gorman at Lulworth Cove, in the English county of Dorset. He photographed Christina wearing a red swimming costume and red cloak, a colour particularly suited to the early color Autochrome process.

Autochrome was one of the first colour photo technologies, which used glass plates coated in potato starches to filter pictures with dye.

via 1913 color photos reveal vivid reds like you’ve never seen.

Short Story ToRead: Someone to Watch Over Me

I came across this short story yesterday on Cory Doctorow’s tumblr and just needed to spread the word further because it is excellent. It’s got a real 1984 vibe to it that I enjoy.

“Amala’s got a new job: monitoring paroled prisoners’ CCTV feeds. What she sees isn’t nearly so disturbing as who sees her seeing it. A tale of science fictional horror from the new Black Candies – Surveillance.”


“Everything you need to know is in the computer,” said Duggan, leaning across Amala to switch on the display. The computer was a fat black tower, a blue power light staring unblinking from the front panel. It looked sleek and powerful, at odds with the shabbiness of the office. She glanced around the room, taking in long desks lined with other computers, operators wearing headphones hunched over their displays.

via Cory Doctorow: Fiction: Someone to Watch Over Me.

What Up

This clip encapsulates my entire philosophy on life.

So what’s going on with me? Um…some stuff? Let’s see. I’ve spent way too much time thinking about the NHL playoffs, well, as it pertains to the Pittsburgh Penguins. I’ve done a pretty good job the past few years of weaning myself off of spectator sports, but the NHL playoffs are just so much fun to watch. So yeah, every other night has been eaten by sports watching.

On the positive side, I’ve started working out again. I have a bench in my finished basement and have been trying to get back into my old routine. I’ve kept at it a week, which is no time at all, but is a start. I have to constantly tell myself to not push it too hard and injure myself though, no matter how pathetic I feel at the amount of strength I’ve lost. Because that way leads to injury and another exercise hiatus.

I’ve also been getting out during my lunch break for walks now that the weather has finally improved. I generally get about 8,000 steps in and a good amount of thought. My first walk I had an interesting idea for a novel. Let’s see what becomes of that.

And finally, I’ve been playing this “episodic interactive drama graphic adventure video game” titled Life is Strange. The game’s plot focuses on Max (this is the character you control) who is a photography student who discovers that she has the ability to rewind time at any moment, leading her every choice to enact the butterfly effect. This is a big emphasis in the game, that one tiny choice you make can change your “story” in significant ways. I’ve enjoyed it thus far.

And that’s about it. Enjoying the weather, liking life, and not writing enough.

Yes, I’ve Seen The Trailer

I, like pretty much everybody else in the world, saw the new Star Wars movie trailer. The above image is what stuck out to me the most.

At first, I didn’t notice the downed X-Wing in the foreground. I only noticed the Star Destroyer. But then I watched the trailer again and immediately sought out this particular shot. It makes me want to write a novel about the people living on some remote planet. People that had no stake in the wars from the title, were neither rebels nor imperials. But a Star Destroyer crashed on their planet, just narrowly missing their tiny hut out there in the desert.

It was something like they had never seen. But it was there. And they just salvage the tech from the thing. Maybe some of their primitive scientists get their hands on it. Maybe this jump starts their entire civilization.

Anyway, I’m looking forward to the new movie. And I’ll admit I’m jaded by most blockbuster movies right now. I’m jaded. I’m tired of superheroes and the constantly retelling of their origins. I want original stories. But this is Star Wars. They have, hopefully, learned the lessons of the prequels. They are using physical models rather than total CGI. They are attempting to make us actually care about the protagonists this time. It’s Star Wars!

I don’t know. Sometimes it feels nice to not be jaded and just be excited for something. However, if it’s bad…

Pockets Full Of Pie

This is us, early to the kid’s 9:00 AM soccer match, waiting to leave the car for the cold, windy, fun.

And man it was cold for those of us watching the fun, rather than running around having fun. And yeah, it was pretty early, and the kid had me up well before 9 because he was excited to play. Which is also why I just threw on a hat and a coat and whatever warm(ish) shirts I had laying about (layers!).

I would also like to note I had absolutely no idea my kid was photobombing me until I looked at this a few days later. It cracks me up every time I look at it.

My First Webpage Was Brilliant

Everybody knows about right? Right? Well, if not, they are an organization who’s goal is to archive the entire internet. Like, there they are, day after day, just crawling the net, capturing what they can. They do other cool things, also, like host old forgotten media and emulating video game consoles via the Console Living Room.

Anyhow, for whatever reason, I thought it would be fun to go on there and see if they had grabbed my first ever webpage I created back in college. Mind you, these were the days before wordpress, Facebook, twitter, and such. The web was new and we were making terrible decisions about design.  We didn’t have a lot of bells and whistles at our disposal. We had like, the <blink> tag, “textured backgrounds” and animated .gifs. Yep, we did have animated .gifs back then.

Anyhow, I bet you are interested in seeing this thing, aren’t you? Here you go:


Click on the image for the full effect. Just wow.

Not much to say about it really. It’s beautifully terrible. I do stand by my statement “***I hate the Flyers!***”.  I was so profoundly poetic back then.

To sleep, perchance to dream

I woke up around 3 AM last night and had such trouble trying to fall back to sleep. Then I started thinking about how much trouble I was having getting back to sleep and that made it worse. But sometime around 4:30 I was able to fall back to sleep.

And I was in the World Cup, playing for the United States. And oh look there I was with the ball on my boot, the rest of the unknown-to-me’s team out of the picture. Just me and the goal. The enormous soccer net. And I take the shot. Hit the post. The ball bounces back to me and I kick it and it sits there on the goal line, but finally I strike it true and it is in the back of the net.

Then I score again. And I realize that I’ve just become legendary. Like, people in the world will be talking about me for years to come. I had made it. And just as that euphoria swept over me, my youngest woke me up. At 5:50 AM, which I suppose is my punishment for going to bed at a decent hour to allow my body some rest, that I already had not gotten.

I rarely dream, or I rarely have dreams my mind decides are important enough to remember. I usually dream of such things as eating a ham sandwich or doing my taxes, so it annoys me when I miss out on a good one. My kid is lucky he’s so cute.


So, last week was pretty much a wash. A wasted seven days. Youngest got sick in the middle of the night Monday. Oldest got sick in the middle of the night on Wednesday. I did not “get sick”, but felt nauseated from Wednesday to this Monday.  So, that’s where I’ve been.

Anyhow, I feel better today, thanks.