bicycle + camera =

Somewhere I made a list of really good blog post titles. This wasn’t one of them. Still, it describes what happens when the sun actually comes out for a whole day, the weather warms up, and both my bike and my camera are itching to get outside. Not to mention the fact that I haven’t made a dent in those 10 (OK, 7) kilos I vowed to lose at the beginning of the year. It wasn’t for lack of trying. One day I made the trip all the way to Xindu – about 25 painful kilometers each way through some of the most suicidally depressing urban wasteland in this part of the world. I taught in Xindu on Saturdays last semester, but I’d never made it there on 2 wheels. My legs and butt were screaming for mercy. And it began to drizzle on the way back. Did I rest when I got home? HELL no, I plopped myself down at the computer and hammered away at photos on Photoshop for hours.

I mentioned a sunny day. Coming from L.A., where the sun shines 99.9 % of the time, borrrring, I thought I would never miss it in a more cloudy clime. In Chengdu, we’re lucky if we get 5 really sunny days a year. Yes, a year. I should qualify the term sunny. The day after Spring Festival went out with a bang on the 15th day of the lunar new year, when the full moon was visible, the sun made a cameo appearance. The day was bright, and I felt warmth on my skin, but the omnipresent Chengdu haze still limited visibility and softened the shadows. There were no visible clouds, but neither was there a blue sky. Still, I hopped on the above-mentioned bike, camera bag slung on my back, and pedaled all over the place.   

 
Old and older. The apartment block of 6 or 7 stories is about 20-30 years old, the building in front of it 100 or more.
 
 
All good things must come to an end. So must my winter vacation. It’s been really and truly one of the best times of my life, and for no earth-shattering reason. I hibernated in my apartment, meditated, read books, took photos, worked on the computer, and ate some food. Then, on Tuesday, the semi-annual email from the Foreign Languages Dept. informed me that classes start up again next Monday, for goodness’ sake, which seems very early. Let’s see, I started to wind down in January, finishing the last of my classes around the 12th, which means that I’ve had a good month of R & R, completely class and student-free.

The good news is that I’ll commute to the new campus only 2 days a week, Monday and Tuesday, with my Wednesday classes both at the old campus, which of course is where I live. Now, I know you’re thinking, he only mentioned three work days. Dear reader, there’s work and there’s work. Classroom time is only the tip of the iceberg. There’s prep time, research time, staring-at-my-navel time, not to mention the hours and days I spend just maintaining my basic fabulousness. You over-50 readers know how hard that can be, even with a lifetime of practice.

Let me give you an example. When I was an alcoholic (OK, a drinking alcoholic, jeez), I was a perfectionist and a purist. Sure, there were the days when I mixed good vodka with Diet Cherry 7-Up, but mostly I liked unadulterated, pure alcohol. The other night I was at a club following a large dinner. The people I was with ordered a fabulously expensive bottle of Ballantine’s scotch. They proceeded to pour it over ice in a big pitcher, then – my god – dumped in two cans of Coke. I nearly fainted. When I could speak again, I asked the host what the f*** he was doing, pulling a low-rent stunt like that. Everyone in the world does it, was the reply. Well, I suffered in righteous indignation over my tonic water (I’m not breaking 18 years of sobriety, even for primo scotch), as I mused that my near-religious reverence for good hootch was still intact. You can take the alcohol out of the alcholic, but you can’t take the … oh, whatever.

In case you’re wondering what this has to do with fabulousness, maybe it’s just in my descriptive writing, or in my moment of clarity in realizing that I don’t have to give a %#*& what other people do with their money and alcohol. But if I still want to feel superior, it don’t hurt nobody, does it?

In case you’re wondering, it’s past 2 in the AM, hence my effusiveness. See, you’re keeping me up. Go home. Let me get some sleep. Oh, all right, I’m not doing it for you. As La Merman belted out in Rose’s Turn, it’s all

For me! For me!

For ME-EEEEEEEEEE!

 

 

A weekend with Photoshop

I’m a man possessed. I’m getting to know my new camera, but apart from that I’m spending hours and hours using Photoshop, regularly staying up till 3 am or until my eyes no longer focus. Maybe I’m unlocking some long-stifled creativity; more probably it’s my obsessive personality running its course. My photographic skills are getting better, but my current passion is “ageing” and “distressing” pictures in Photoshop; more on that later, unless you want to see some of the results on my Flickr site here.

 

Anomalies

a’nom’a’ly:

an odd, peculiar, or strange condition, situation, quality, etc.; an incongruity or inconsistency.

 

If you’re a fan of the British TV show Primeval, you know that an anomaly is also a time portal allowing prehistoric creatures to pass back and forth from their era to the present.  Cool.

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  Ethereal boat: one of the photos I bought at the antiques market Sunday. The composition is brilliant, the washed-out effect took many years to happen.

 

Simple pleasures

It’s the small things. Like having almost two months of paid vacation during the winter holiday. Watching all the movies I can get my hands on. Going to bed at night anticipating my morning coffee. Fooling around with my new camera (whoops – that’s not simple!) Here are some photos from the past couple of weeks:
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Ready

 

perfect-coffee-photoThe perfect start

 

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 Good eats: capellini with olive oil, onion, and shallots

 

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Stuff I like: hot peppers, garlic, grated ginger, and shallots

 

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Letter from another country, with a new vintage postcard for my collection

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Noo shooz

 

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Xiao Gou Gou inspects them to make sure they fit.

 

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Reading list: one of my new books from Amazon.com, all the way from the U.S.

 

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Studying Chinese – a pleasure when I do it, which isn’t often.

 

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Where I hang out – my study room. I sleep on the couch during the winter.

Happy New Year

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The Year of the Ox officially started last night at midnight. I watched from the roof of my building as all hell broke loose, as you’ll see later in this post.

The Ox is the sign of prosperity through fortitude and hard work. This powerful sign is a born leader, being quite dependable and possessing an innate ability to achieve great things. As one might guess, such people are dependable, calm, and modest. Like their animal namesake, the Ox is unswervingly patient, tireless in their work, and capable of enduring any amount of hardship without complaint.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ox_(zodiac)

In other words, it ain’t me. I’m a sheep (or a goat, depending on your source).
 

 

I took full advantage of my new camera yesterday, bicycling in the afternoon to the touristy area around Wenshu Monastery. For the New Year it’s transformed into a bustling street market. Here are some of the images I captured.

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Old gateway, Wenshu shopping area

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A small part of the New Year’s Eve crowd, shopping for fireworks.


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Antiques (?)

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Fun things #1

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Fun things #2

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 Food preparation, noodle restaurant

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Good things to eat


A new leaf – a new camera

One of the photos I took with my new Canon EOS 40D

 

It finally happened. I entered the digital age of photography. After waiting for 2 1/2 years, I was finally able to buy my new camera, the Canon EOS 40D with a 17-85 mm zoom lens. I couldn’t be happier with it, although I spent more than I’d originally intended. I needed a camera badly, and this fits the bill; it should serve me well for years to come through many travel adventures. Now if I could just learn how to operate it. The display panels, menus, buttons, and knobs are a bit baffling to me, and I started wading through the 196-page user manual tonight.

Now I know what I’ll be doing for the rest of the winter vacation. And you, dear readers, can look forward to LOTS of juicy photos from me in the near future.

 
  

My friend took this photo right after we bought my new camera – it’s beautiful.

 

This is mine.

 

 

What better way to end an afternoon of shopping than with food? This was at the Long Chao Shou restaurant.