Calzone
Gear Whore #1
Seems like I'll be bringing Linhof's to this Meet-Up, a Polaroid back, and some Fuji FP-100 for fun.
The Linhof Select 100/2.8 Planar successfully had it's lens separation repaired for only $250.00. The Tech IV from 1958 that I bought for $800.00 BIN with all these accessories was worth it alone, but the 100 Planar was like a lottery ticket. The seller was very clear about the lens separation issue, so there was no surprise. Basically I won the lottery on this one. This Tech IV is kinda minty, even though it is almost 60 years old.
Because I'm stubborn, I found a cam I needed for the Tech V and 53mm Zeiss Biogon for only $10.00. Pretty much impossible to find, none the less for a cheap price. "No money." I say.
I find the Bankster blood in me coming out again, and it is time yet again to start gaming the markets. My plan is to quit my day-job 2-3 years from now and blow Dodge (NYC). Currently Mad-Rid (Madrid) and Barcelona look like destinations. Basically I'll be taking my money and running.
Somehow I'm involved with a "Brooklyn Acellerator" project, and this is not some partical beam physics lab, but is an incubator for start-ups.
Some business deals are lining up. I'm involved with a book project that will be utilizing and exploiting my Monochrom and B&W printing. This book project will feature and profile exceptional women creatives.
Last night blew off a Google party that featured a preview of new hardware. Somehow exclusive because only invites and was not open to the general public.
Next month a video interview will be released by a major U.S magazine that is a a long time fixture among print magazines. I will certainly be seen doing my street/runway shooting. Also my photography was discussed during the interview so I'll be getting some "press."
So since everyone is talking about sexual hur-ass-ment in the workplace, I figure why not. I tell this story not to forgive or diminish the wrong doings of "Harvey the Pig." I wish Brad Pit did give him a beating way back when. If I was on a jury, and Brad was charged with assault, I would say, "Not Guilty."
So when I was younger and working at Grumman in the early eighties, my first job there was kinda blue collar fixing CNC machines that built aircraft parts in plants that were 1/8 mile wide by 1/4 mile long.
After 2 1/2 years I applied for a job within the company as an Associate Technical Writer, so I went to being blue collar to white collar. I was being apprenticed into technical writing via writing repair manuals for Navy aircraft and weapon systems. I was required to have a secrete security clearance.
So in this building of writers, editors, proof readers, artists, and production people, it seems there was a concentration of old engineers and basically older men. The point here is that I kinda stood out as more than a bit "stud-lee" in this pool of men.
I took notice that whenever I went to the bathroom I would hear the sound of pens dropping, and I figured out that this was a signal among the young women that "he's walking by." The sound of pens dropping on a desk rolled like the surf like I was strolling the beach along water's edge on an incoming tide.
Then there were this flashing of cleavage by one cubby cheasted girl at my desk. Pretty much this gal leaned over so I could look down her shirt at her offering. Meanwhile there was a picture of my wife on my desk.
My boss took notice, and asked me why I didn't make something of the offer, because evidently he had. Know my boss was married and had children.
I also got solicited to go out to a bar by women at work. Summertimes was kind of a swinging place on Thursdays, but for me it was like incest, too close to home.
As far as being held as a sex object, understand that women can be as vulgar as men, and Harvey the Pig is not alone. All of this really skeves me out. I have too much self respect to fall for meaningless sex. Not worth the hurt, not worth the reputation.
Cal
The Linhof Select 100/2.8 Planar successfully had it's lens separation repaired for only $250.00. The Tech IV from 1958 that I bought for $800.00 BIN with all these accessories was worth it alone, but the 100 Planar was like a lottery ticket. The seller was very clear about the lens separation issue, so there was no surprise. Basically I won the lottery on this one. This Tech IV is kinda minty, even though it is almost 60 years old.
Because I'm stubborn, I found a cam I needed for the Tech V and 53mm Zeiss Biogon for only $10.00. Pretty much impossible to find, none the less for a cheap price. "No money." I say.
I find the Bankster blood in me coming out again, and it is time yet again to start gaming the markets. My plan is to quit my day-job 2-3 years from now and blow Dodge (NYC). Currently Mad-Rid (Madrid) and Barcelona look like destinations. Basically I'll be taking my money and running.
Somehow I'm involved with a "Brooklyn Acellerator" project, and this is not some partical beam physics lab, but is an incubator for start-ups.
Some business deals are lining up. I'm involved with a book project that will be utilizing and exploiting my Monochrom and B&W printing. This book project will feature and profile exceptional women creatives.
Last night blew off a Google party that featured a preview of new hardware. Somehow exclusive because only invites and was not open to the general public.
Next month a video interview will be released by a major U.S magazine that is a a long time fixture among print magazines. I will certainly be seen doing my street/runway shooting. Also my photography was discussed during the interview so I'll be getting some "press."
So since everyone is talking about sexual hur-ass-ment in the workplace, I figure why not. I tell this story not to forgive or diminish the wrong doings of "Harvey the Pig." I wish Brad Pit did give him a beating way back when. If I was on a jury, and Brad was charged with assault, I would say, "Not Guilty."
So when I was younger and working at Grumman in the early eighties, my first job there was kinda blue collar fixing CNC machines that built aircraft parts in plants that were 1/8 mile wide by 1/4 mile long.
After 2 1/2 years I applied for a job within the company as an Associate Technical Writer, so I went to being blue collar to white collar. I was being apprenticed into technical writing via writing repair manuals for Navy aircraft and weapon systems. I was required to have a secrete security clearance.
So in this building of writers, editors, proof readers, artists, and production people, it seems there was a concentration of old engineers and basically older men. The point here is that I kinda stood out as more than a bit "stud-lee" in this pool of men.
I took notice that whenever I went to the bathroom I would hear the sound of pens dropping, and I figured out that this was a signal among the young women that "he's walking by." The sound of pens dropping on a desk rolled like the surf like I was strolling the beach along water's edge on an incoming tide.
Then there were this flashing of cleavage by one cubby cheasted girl at my desk. Pretty much this gal leaned over so I could look down her shirt at her offering. Meanwhile there was a picture of my wife on my desk.
My boss took notice, and asked me why I didn't make something of the offer, because evidently he had. Know my boss was married and had children.
I also got solicited to go out to a bar by women at work. Summertimes was kind of a swinging place on Thursdays, but for me it was like incest, too close to home.
As far as being held as a sex object, understand that women can be as vulgar as men, and Harvey the Pig is not alone. All of this really skeves me out. I have too much self respect to fall for meaningless sex. Not worth the hurt, not worth the reputation.
Cal
