On my way to Teejay’s after helping do buddy tags at camp, I received a call from the spouse of an august camp staffer.

Her: I’m trying to get in contact with <staffer name> and I couldn’t find the right number.
Me: This is the personal number for me.  You realize that?
Her: Yes, you’re marked for emergencies.
Me: Oh… Well, what do you need?
Her: I need to get in contact with my husband.  He left something here that he shouldn’t.
Me: (Knowing her husband has a chronic medical condition), if it’s a real emergency I can drop it off, what is it?
Her: Oh, dear no.  He just forgot clean undewear.

As the shooting sports director he should be able to rustle up something.   Although, I thought that forgetting underwear ended at the age of about 12.  Looks like there’s simply a “golden half-century of underwear recall” between 12 and 62.   Only 37 years left, myself.

Bill Mischke turned 50 on Friday and I volunteered to help setup, this was run by his erudite field commander-like wife and AnnaMarie Pepper.  The 10 minute discussion of which table covering to use was fine, but the three rearrangements of the cake table taught me something:   Until today, I thought world’s most powerful microscope (that I knew of) was a scanning tunneling microscope that has a resolving power of about 0.1 nanometers.  This is sharp enough to see individual atoms and to resolve material imperfections that can not be directly seen but only inferred due to butting up against the limitations of Heisenberg uncertainty.  This may sound sharp, but I have no doubt that under the right circumstances the descriminating power of a middle-aged Jewish woman planning a celebration for a life milestone is at least twice this.

General Pictures

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Portraiture

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Bill Mischke turned 50 on Friday and I volunteered to help setup, this was run by his erudite field commander-like wife and AnnaMarie Pepper.  The 10 minute discussion of which table covering to use was fine, but the three rearrangements of the cake table taught me something:   Until today, I thought world’s most powerful microscope (that I knew of) was a scanning tunneling microscope that has a resolving power of about 0.1 nanometers.  This is sharp enough to see individual atoms and to resolve material imperfections that can not be directly seen but only inferred due to butting up against the limitations of Heisenberg uncertainty.  This may sound sharp, but I have no doubt that under the right circumstances the descriminating power of a middle-aged Jewish woman planning a celebration for a life milestone is at least twice this.

General Pictures

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Portraiture

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I anticipate sometime in our future doctors’, occupational therapists’ and osteopaths’ offices being filled with people who have chronic elbow pain from “Digital Camera Elbow” whereby instead of using the zoom function the camera user extends the arms and peers at the live view to take a picture as follows:
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The combination of poor focus, unsteady arms, cantilever jiggle amplification, and crappy cameras results in shots that if properly tamed could create a pleasing pointilist effect when the wobble is combined with noise from poor ISO usually results in 12 megapixels of meh. We decided to create a shrine to these Wizards of Wobble. Here are two:

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I have to admit.  There’s a certain amount of athleticism involved in cantilever photography.  Kyle suffered lower back pain on the second take.

I’ve trying to get rid of the frames in the OSR Program and Leader Guide.  Frames make it hard to link to things so I’ve been working on a pure CSS menu system like they have at GRC.  They’re setup is full of wierd hacks to make Safari 7.9.1 work correctly and so on so I tried something stripped down and came up with this.  I think it looks nice and would go wonderfully under the OSR banner.  There’d be more links simplifying navigation and adding and removing links would be a snap, except it DOESN’T WORK AT ALL UNDER IE 6.  Every other browser from Mosaic 4.0 to Firefox’s Fennec mobile browser alpha to Ice Weasel renders it correctly except for IE 6.

Knowing IE 6 would figure heavily into the usage patterns of the proletariat leaders browsing the site leaving it there and letting users realize they’re the dalit of web users wasn’t an option.  So after learning a little javascript and a lot of Ctrl+U (view page source) and violating some IP laws I go this gem.  It’s the red-headed stepchild of menus replacing the absolutely lovely previous menu with a kludge that only properly renders in IE6.

Maybe I should just create two versions of the sites:  I was thinking this’d be a chore until I realized it may save me some work.  If someone’s still using IE 6 that version would direct the user to a form that’d go to me so I could send them a copy of the web page on stone tablets which is the appropriate level of support for someone who hates the World Wide Web enough to abuse it with their knuckle-dragging tech competence.  Or if they’re a little better than that, I’ll make one that’s just one giant page; the web equivalent of a double elephant folio.  I’ll even include the PDFs as images that way it could literally be the only page they have to visit for camp information. “Yes, ma’am.  The document you need is there.  Make sure your browser window is full screen then hit tab 214 times, and press print screen.”

For Knotgeek: I blame this on Opera.  By bringing up the whole concept of standards-compliant rendering they freed the dove of hope only to be struck by IE 6’s failboulder.

Date/Time: 6:00 PM, Dec 27th, 2008

Location: Pew Cottage, School at Church Farm (map), this is on the uphill side of the campus on the opposite side of the road as the athletic fields.

Cost: $10.00

Open To: Anyone who completed the 2008 camp season as a staff member or staff volunteer.

Registration: By December 26th so Dan can get food.

If interested in attending, email me so I can pass you an evite, or contact Dan Rowley.

The below video is the result of a ludicrous amount of time.  Had I the chance to go back in time and change my response to Bill’s question “can you make a promo slide show for camp?” I would have said “no, I need to catch up on flossing” or something equally dumb as an evasive move such that I could run when he blinked.

The source material wasn’t exactly designed for promotional means.  The photos had a “family photo album” quality to them, which is nice for slide shows and adds a homey touch, but not too good for promotions.  Every good picture of the Water Carnival had someone mooning the photographer.

Some photos simply made no sense, such as this gem:

Joe, doing something....

Joe, doing something....

From the cropped picture it may appear that Joe just discover that his boxers were a bad place to store his loaded mousetrap collection, but it can’t be.  In the uncropped version, one can clearly make out Joe’s shorts and the only place that pain that’d induce this phase could come.  More importantly, this is one of two successive photos where Gary’s to Joe’s right (our left) holding a snake and he’s staring into the distance like someone sent a curling stone into another man’s scrotum.

Trying to find a picture of the water carnival was tough for 3 reasons:

1) The photo was underexposed or noisy
2) Dan Rowley or another member of the Aquatics staff looked like he was about to rip off a kid’s head and sharpen his ogre teeth upon their bones.
3) Some kid is mooning the camera.

Normally the last isn’t a problem as I’m rather good at removing undesirables from photographs as proven by my “no pimple left behind” treatment I’ve been called on to perform for people looking to gussy up a photo.  But, somehow the very gestalt of the picture screamed “ass crack!” such that if it weren’t present, the visceral equipment of perception would be aghast to not find a vertical smile as it condensed meaning from a cloud of data.

I don’t want to lash out at the photo takers as they’re all nice people who been given technology with little training like expecting a boa constrictor to operate a x-ray machine or an 18-year old a voting booth.  Every camera has a review function built into the LCD so while reviewing the photos I entered a near paroxysmal rage when I saw a photo that was both underexposed and noisy, followed by 22 other underexposed and noisy shots.

Finally, there was the actual content.  I excluded several COPE pictures of the mountain board operators seemingly ignoring the kids going down the hill (there’s always the photographer).  Although there were several amazingly framed shots of kids succumbing to sudden gusts of gravity from their carbon fibre death traps as the Health Lodge sign came into view.  One COPE picture actually made me smile in joy for literally minutes.

Richard Ebright - Transcription Expert

Richard Ebright - Transcription Expert

As I thought an later confirmed, Dr. Richard Ebright is an expert in DNA transcription at Rutgers, and he had the courtesy to sally forth and risk death at our COPE course after years of unfolding the mechanisms that create human life.

Gun pictures were tought to get as it was either a child who would probably be blown back as the bullet stayed stationary or a grizzled, slightly crazy adult, getting his last Charlie.  Every picture of the archery staff involved them wearing some sort of non-hat on their heads even in the Norman Rockwellesque “Son, lemme show you how to shoot” ones.  There were about 20 pictures of people cycling, but each was either a kid, thinking he was about to fall, a kid about to fall, or a kid falling. “Oh Shit!” shouldn’t be the face when one tries to inspire confidence.  I could have used a cannondale promo image, but most were out of place.

Considering we started with 13,000 photos I think we pulled out a solid 60.  Tempus fugit!

I still very much prefer speed Scrabble (two minutes per play) versus traditional Scrabble which takes three times as long with scores only slightly higher.  These fast pace games appear to bring out the more primal end of play as the first game brought the following NSFW words:

CUNT, PENIS, PENISES, BRIDE, BREED, COY, and LUTS (anagram of SLUT but LUTS was worth more points) and once instance where a proper two person combination could have spelled DONKEYPUNCH across two triple word scores.

While campmastering this weekend, I did the cooking while the rest of the crew did campsite inspections, check-in/out and garbage detail.  Apparently, this was suboptimal.

Bill (Camp Director): So, why no atlatls this weekend?
Me: Because I was doing the cooking.
Bill: So because your crew wants to eat my program has to suffer?

Fiddler On the Roof:

In one scene, the town beggar goes to Tevya and asks for a handout. Tevya gives him one kopec. The beggar protests, “Only one kopec? Last year, you gave me two kopecs!”

Tevya explains, “I had a bad year this year.”

The beggar responds, “So? You had a bad year so I should suffer?”