I’m reading Bill Bruford’s autobiography these days, which naturally makes me want to listen to him playing the drums. It’s King Crimson tonight. Here are the results of a few minutes putzing around youtube.

Indiscipline – Leave it to television to lose Robert Fripp in the mix, and did Adrien Belew ever have hair?

I was still in take-pictures-of-the-drive-home-and-run-’em-through-camerabag mode last night. Here are the only ones that were worth keeping…

The biggest speed bump in the Country perhaps?

This is a crypt in a little cemetery on the side of route 27/126 in Wayland. I like the look of this place, and the pic is all right by me.

This is the world’s greatest video compilation…

Every light saber ignition from all six Star Wars films, in order. Followed by every light saber closing from all six Star Wars films, in reverse order.

One of those days, ya know?

As soon as I got to work this morning the phone started ringing and the email started flying and I was just busy for the whole day.

Jen has the same problem. We had planned to visit Mike and Tammy and their daughter tonight, and unlike Sunday when Tammy came to our house we would have the kids tonight.

But as it turned out, their Dad had to pick them up at their summer program because Jen and I were both stuck at work. To top it off, Jen is still working now. I’m hiding in the office so she can have some peace and quite in the living room. The kids went to their room a little early, which was very nice of them. They go to bed at bed time and then read until go-to-sleep time. I am giving them a little extra read time tonight to thank them for going upstairs early.

Of course, they are in their air conditioned bedrooms and I am sweating like a fat guy stuck in the Sahara.

Still… I am home with my family, and I love every second of it.

Don’t you hate it when some one says you are going to need your 2008 W2s and all the tax forms from the last two years…

And then you can find the 2009 stuff… and the 2007 stuff… but not the 2008 stuff?

Damn, that is stressful.

But…

We found it.

My wife did, however, make fun of my filing system. (ie the pile of random shit on the shelf above my desk. hehe)

Deservedly so?

Perhaps.

Watch…
Laugh.

I did a test post looooong ago where I took a few pictures with my old iPhone, ran them through the camerabag app, and posted them to see if I’d like them.

Now that I have a new iPhone with a much swankier camera, I thought I’d retest.

Or at least start to, and then get distracted and stop. Typical.

ADDENDUM:
I thought I’d link to the old post I referenced above, only to discover that it was actually a couple of different posts I was thinking of. There were two where I played with camerabag to test it out, and another one where I took a bunch of Concord Center pictures and processed them in Camerabag. That’s the one I was thinking of when I started this thing, but I was confusing it with the other two.

This one was a Camerabag test.
This one was a similar Camerabag test.
This one was the actual post I was remembering when I took the pictures above.

The downside is that Camerabag still thinks it’s dealing with the small file sized images it had on the 3G. Now the iPhone 4 has much, much higher resolutions, but the processed images are dropped way down to a much, much lower resolution. At least they are in the few filters I used today.

Example:
The full resolution on this file is 2592 x 1936:

The full resolution on this processed version (using the Helga filter) is 800 x 800:

Quite a difference.

My wife is absolutely amazing. Just incredible.

Example:

I mentioned in a post yesterday that we had an offer to go to The Border Cafe on Sunday and I had to decline because I was on call.

Yesterday evening when I got home she forbade me to go into the kitchen. I sat in the office, loading music onto my new iPhone 4. After a while she called me in to eat dinner.

Because we had missed out on The Border, she had decided to surprise me by making a home made version of the meal I usually order. A chicken dish with jambalaya on the side, and a little piece of corn bread. Also, a big bowl of tortilla chips. It will forever rank very high on my list of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me.

You are truly amazing sweetie. I am the luckiest man alive.

I love you!

Yes this little retarded monkey of a page has apparently hit the major leagues at last.

How do I know, you ask?

Because I got a spam comment last night, that’s how I know.

I deleted it, of course, but I still take it as a positive bizarro-universe style sign.

There is a series of clips on youtube called, “What it’s really like to work in a music store.”

This is the first clip… prepare yourself… it’s painful.

Enjoy!