Calzone
Gear Whore #1
Mike,
Let us know.
Pretty much you can pick the Sunday.
Also if you want to do some shooting let me know. We could do a "Death-March" (long-walk over 10 miles) exploring the city.
Know because of crowds and confined spaces pretty much a wide is better than a normal lens, and it is best to travel light.
Cal
lxmike
M2 fan.
Thanks thats definitely a date, l plan just to bring two cameras, a IIIg with 35mm lens and one of my fuji with an 18/2, the long walk sounds fantastic
Calzone
Gear Whore #1
Thanks thats definitely a date, l plan just to bring two cameras, a IIIg with 35mm lens and one of my fuji with an 18/2, the long walk sounds fantastic
Mike,
I have vacation time to burn so taking a day off to go shooting is a good excuse to skip work.
Cal
Phil_F_NM
Camera hacker
In NYC I always used 105mm as my longest focal length on a 35mm camera. 50mm is decent for a go everywhere lens but to me just not quite wide enough. 35mm is getting there. Once I found the beauty of 21mm non-retrofocal lenses like the Super Angulon and the 2.1cm O- Nikkor, that focal length is my NYC "normal".
Phil Forrest
Calzone
Gear Whore #1
Kinda funny me giving advice since lately I have been walking around carrying a Baby Linhof. The lens is a 100/2.8 Plamar so its a 50mm FOV.
Cal
Cal
MrFujicaman
Well-known
So it is November and time for Thanksgiving. Not only am I binge eater, I'm also a binge cooker. Pretty much in character I tend to overdo things, and this is a mark of once having known poverty.
So I make La-zon-yah in a 7 inch deep foil tray designed to roast a turkey, but to be brutal I don't make just one tray: I typically make three of these trays because of economy of scale.
I add a layer of sausage. First I boil them for 5 minutes, then I fry them, and then I simmer them for a few hours in the sauce. I learned this trick from "Maggie's" sister. The sausages become both tender and moist. Perhaps I do this to 15-20 pounds of sausages.
Then I brown about 15-20 pounds of ground sirlon and add this to the sauce to simmer with the sausages. Meanwhile I carmelize a 5 pound bag of purple onions to sweeten the sauce. These chopped onions eventually are reduced to the size of a tennis ball before I add them to the sauce.
So when I layer the three trays when done each weighs about 50 pounds and will take about 4 hours to heat up because of the mass.
I have been accused of poisoning Dave because my La-zon-yah is so good that Dave couldn't stop eating, and he keep eating until he got sick. Pretty much an overdose.
Also on one Thanksgiving I used a plastic pancake turner to remove the first portion. I proceeded to snap the tool in half. For Christmas "Maggie's" sister gave me an All-Clad stainless steel Pancake turner as a joke.
One year around this time "Maggie" came home saying I have to make some Lay-Zon-yah to help this family.
Maggie being a Social Worker and professor had a client. The father who was handicapped and was the glue that kept this family together had stroked out. There was a kid and a teenager as well as the mother, but this family had no other family support. Pretty much we were rescuing a family.
So my tactic was to make my three trays: one for the funeral that was needed right away; a second one for Thanksgiving to tie them over; and the third as a spare.
It was divine intervention that the cheese and meat happen to be on sale. Taking a this heavy tray on the 4 train to the last stop to Woodlawn was a challenge. They lived in the projects. The young kid was so skinny that he resembled that emaciated kid on a fire escape that Bruce Davidson took in 1969 to document the poverty on East 100th Street.
The mother cried because of the kindness. It was really heartbreaking. In the end I felt blessed because I actually got more back than I gave.
When Thanksgiving came around I still had two trays in the freezer. The School of Social Work at Fordham had a catered Thanksgiving dinner delivered.
In a way this New York Meet-Up I initially looked at as a responsibility and a burden. Pretty much not for a "lazy slacker" but really I get back more than I give and it has been a very rewarding experience.
This is our ninth year...
Cal[/QUOTE]
To do that for someone down on their luck, makes you and Maggie good people. You're a good man, Cal
So I make La-zon-yah in a 7 inch deep foil tray designed to roast a turkey, but to be brutal I don't make just one tray: I typically make three of these trays because of economy of scale.
I add a layer of sausage. First I boil them for 5 minutes, then I fry them, and then I simmer them for a few hours in the sauce. I learned this trick from "Maggie's" sister. The sausages become both tender and moist. Perhaps I do this to 15-20 pounds of sausages.
Then I brown about 15-20 pounds of ground sirlon and add this to the sauce to simmer with the sausages. Meanwhile I carmelize a 5 pound bag of purple onions to sweeten the sauce. These chopped onions eventually are reduced to the size of a tennis ball before I add them to the sauce.
So when I layer the three trays when done each weighs about 50 pounds and will take about 4 hours to heat up because of the mass.
I have been accused of poisoning Dave because my La-zon-yah is so good that Dave couldn't stop eating, and he keep eating until he got sick. Pretty much an overdose.
Also on one Thanksgiving I used a plastic pancake turner to remove the first portion. I proceeded to snap the tool in half. For Christmas "Maggie's" sister gave me an All-Clad stainless steel Pancake turner as a joke.
One year around this time "Maggie" came home saying I have to make some Lay-Zon-yah to help this family.
Maggie being a Social Worker and professor had a client. The father who was handicapped and was the glue that kept this family together had stroked out. There was a kid and a teenager as well as the mother, but this family had no other family support. Pretty much we were rescuing a family.
So my tactic was to make my three trays: one for the funeral that was needed right away; a second one for Thanksgiving to tie them over; and the third as a spare.
It was divine intervention that the cheese and meat happen to be on sale. Taking a this heavy tray on the 4 train to the last stop to Woodlawn was a challenge. They lived in the projects. The young kid was so skinny that he resembled that emaciated kid on a fire escape that Bruce Davidson took in 1969 to document the poverty on East 100th Street.
The mother cried because of the kindness. It was really heartbreaking. In the end I felt blessed because I actually got more back than I gave.
When Thanksgiving came around I still had two trays in the freezer. The School of Social Work at Fordham had a catered Thanksgiving dinner delivered.
In a way this New York Meet-Up I initially looked at as a responsibility and a burden. Pretty much not for a "lazy slacker" but really I get back more than I give and it has been a very rewarding experience.
This is our ninth year...
Cal[/QUOTE]
To do that for someone down on their luck, makes you and Maggie good people. You're a good man, Cal
Calzone
Gear Whore #1
To do that for someone down on their luck, makes you and Maggie good people. You're a good man, Cal[/QUOTE]
MFM,
I heard an interview of George Foreman on NPR. George grew up in Dallas and pretty much was a thug. He mentioned how he mugged people without any weapons. "I hurt a lot of people," he said.
He mentioned that it was "Operation Head Start" that changed his life. They put him on a farm and fed him all he could eat, and for the first time in his life he was not hungry. Also he learned that people could be kind.
Pretty much I understand this because like Blanch in the Tennessee Williams play "A Streetcar Named Desire" I too have relied on the kindness of perfect strangers.
It seems that it does not take much kindness to have a great impact. George Foreman of course became a heavyweight champ.
When that mother said, "No one ever did something like this for us," it broke my heart. I remember that skinny kid.
Cal
Range-rover
Veteran
I don't know if I could make the meet-ups this or next month, it seems
Bloomingdales likes to take total control of people lives and was told
that I might not have any Sunday's off till January but I'll have to see
would like to see you guy's but you know till this situation changes it will
have to be.
Calzone
Gear Whore #1
Theater they say is a heightened reality, and I feel like a performance artist again. Tonight I'll be wearing my Paul Smith Tux as a suit without a white dress shirt and the black tie. While not formal it is deemed proper and appropriate for men to wear black for evening events at this social level. I'll add some color with my shirt and tie. Thanks MFM for suggesting buying a Tux.
Maggie tells me that this event happens to be a combination birthday party and celebration of a store opening. The designer seems to have married into an old money family that is in the way top of the 1%. If I mention the family name everyone would know it.
Maggie tells me that this will likely be more grand than the Gala we went to held at the Plaza Hotel's Grand Ball Room. It is being held in another luxury hotel in Madhattan.
So again I think there will be another fashion show, so I hope I get a great unobstructed seat at our table. Dinner will be served.
A reception and cocktails beforehand is at some other local close by.
Yesterday a garment bag was delivered to our Cyberdoorman by a courier, and Maggie tells me some clothes for the event were sent to her to wear to this birthday party. I was told that likely more than $10K worth of clothes from this luxury designer that is uber expensive that includes a coat, shoes...
My Paul Smith is a cheap suit in comparasion. LOL. This is a real A-list event. How did I get invited? "I was just minding my own business..."
Remember that Maggie is trying to present us as a "Power Couple."
Cal
Maggie tells me that this event happens to be a combination birthday party and celebration of a store opening. The designer seems to have married into an old money family that is in the way top of the 1%. If I mention the family name everyone would know it.
Maggie tells me that this will likely be more grand than the Gala we went to held at the Plaza Hotel's Grand Ball Room. It is being held in another luxury hotel in Madhattan.
So again I think there will be another fashion show, so I hope I get a great unobstructed seat at our table. Dinner will be served.
A reception and cocktails beforehand is at some other local close by.
Yesterday a garment bag was delivered to our Cyberdoorman by a courier, and Maggie tells me some clothes for the event were sent to her to wear to this birthday party. I was told that likely more than $10K worth of clothes from this luxury designer that is uber expensive that includes a coat, shoes...
My Paul Smith is a cheap suit in comparasion. LOL. This is a real A-list event. How did I get invited? "I was just minding my own business..."
Remember that Maggie is trying to present us as a "Power Couple."
Cal
Calzone
Gear Whore #1
For entertainment purposes from my friend Ignacio: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E5eSPgsQGT8&
166th Street Stairs in da Bronx.
Cal
166th Street Stairs in da Bronx.
Cal
MrFujicaman
Well-known
Told you the more famous Maggie became the more you'd have to wear a tux. Far cheaper to buy one then rent time and time again.
Me...I'd like to be so rich that I NEVER have to wear a suit ever again!
Calzone
Gear Whore #1
MFM,
Mucho thanks for your kind suggestion.
Last night "Maggie" used a make-up and hair artist who lives in our building and we were running late. We took a cab to the Carlyle Hotel on Madison near 77th Street.
Evidently Gabriella Hearst opened her flagship store and it is connected to the lobby of the Carlyle.
Maggie's silk dress utilized B&W newsprint and red rosebuds as a print motif. Striking. Black coat. What really killed me was the red handbag that was shaped like a Mayan temple with stepped pleats.
I styled myself as if Paul Smith dressed me. I wore a purple shirt and purple tie with yellow dots on it. Had a Comme De Garson's wool overcoat.
On the way home we took the subway. Maggie remarked, "That of everyone at the party we are likely the only people who took the subway home." LOL.
You know you are at a socialite event when a photographer asks to take your picture, asks for your name, and how to spell it. Pretty much I know that not only do I have an FBI file due to my secrete clearance, but also I'm in a file of stock images.
Cal
Particular
a.k.a. CNNY, disassembler
The unedited shots of them schlepping their bikes up the stairs are priceless.
Our elevator was being repaired last Monday. To avoid having to carry my big heavy Dutch bike up 4 flights, I parked it in front of my building over night. Unfortunately they snipped the chain, and it is gone. Annoying, but it proves I should just stick to light bikes and shlep them.
Calzone
Gear Whore #1
Christian,
Sorry for your loss. That really sucks.
My Ti IBIS weighs just under 17 1/2 pounds as a single speed. I think I can easily make it a sub 20 pound 3x11 geared bike with mountain bike tires.
"Maggie" says Perricone just paid up an installment, and I will then get paid. I'll pay down my bike bills and will get a rear wheel built.
Understand that my fork, my front brakes, and my cranks are extra heavy duty and are really parts designed and built for a tandem. In the past I built "noodle" bikes that were so light that off road they didn't stay on the ground and I caught too much air.
Pretty much this Ti IBIS is an engineering project.
Cal
Sorry for your loss. That really sucks.
My Ti IBIS weighs just under 17 1/2 pounds as a single speed. I think I can easily make it a sub 20 pound 3x11 geared bike with mountain bike tires.
"Maggie" says Perricone just paid up an installment, and I will then get paid. I'll pay down my bike bills and will get a rear wheel built.
Understand that my fork, my front brakes, and my cranks are extra heavy duty and are really parts designed and built for a tandem. In the past I built "noodle" bikes that were so light that off road they didn't stay on the ground and I caught too much air.
Pretty much this Ti IBIS is an engineering project.
Cal
Calzone
Gear Whore #1
Christian,
My criticism is I would like to see someone descend those stairs on a non-suspended bike. LOL.
Also would be interesting to see some crashes, but I know cycling should not be a blood-sport... Brutal.
Also would like to see someone on a Trials bike do front and rear hops ascending the steps sideways. That would take some strength. I don't have the strength or skill, but the steel IBIS is set up for ascending sideways. Walking up those stairs is a workout.
Cal
Range-rover
Veteran
Calzone
Gear Whore #1
The sweet spot: Those of you who have shot with me know I tend to shoot most of the time with a 28 Cron. Inadvertantly I tend to be in other people's shots, so if you shoot with a 35 or 50 I'm in your way.
So I tend to shoot about 7-8 feet away from my subject when shooting street.
Last night at the event I was "just minding my own business" when I found myself in front of a stage standing about 7-8 feet away from "Leiva" a Latin Grammy Award Winner who performed 5 songs, 6 if you include "Happy Birthday."
Pretty much I was standing in the "sweet spot" and the soundman with an IPAD adjusting levels stood right next to me. I would later learn from Maggie that Gabriella Hearst was standing right behind me.
So I moved to the side to respectfully give her space. So when we sang "Happy Birthday" I pretty much was face to face with her. When they brought out the cake and were taking pictures, pretty much I couldn't help but be in each and every shot.
My annoying dog "Beagle-Face" I use to also call "Ham-Dog" because somehow he would invade shots. He thought he was Brad Pitt, knew he was good looking, and was narci.
So inadvertently last night innocently I did a Ham-Dog impersonation, but really know I was "just minding my own business."
Cal
So I tend to shoot about 7-8 feet away from my subject when shooting street.
Last night at the event I was "just minding my own business" when I found myself in front of a stage standing about 7-8 feet away from "Leiva" a Latin Grammy Award Winner who performed 5 songs, 6 if you include "Happy Birthday."
Pretty much I was standing in the "sweet spot" and the soundman with an IPAD adjusting levels stood right next to me. I would later learn from Maggie that Gabriella Hearst was standing right behind me.
So I moved to the side to respectfully give her space. So when we sang "Happy Birthday" I pretty much was face to face with her. When they brought out the cake and were taking pictures, pretty much I couldn't help but be in each and every shot.
My annoying dog "Beagle-Face" I use to also call "Ham-Dog" because somehow he would invade shots. He thought he was Brad Pitt, knew he was good looking, and was narci.
So inadvertently last night innocently I did a Ham-Dog impersonation, but really know I was "just minding my own business."
Cal
Calzone
Gear Whore #1
I know it is wrong to profile people, but I have done extensive research and when I meet someone named Brian I always ask, "When you were young were you a hell raiser."
Pretty much over the decades I have only met one Brian who said, "No," and I'm thinking he is lying.
Iron Mike's brother is named Brian, and Mike told me a story of when an aggressive driver knocked Brian off his bike, somehow Brian caught up with the car and driver stuck in traffic, and Brian proceeded to use his bike as a weapon to beat the crap out of the car, breaking windows and denting body panels.
In West Virginia on a very technical ride, I climbed a path to survey if it was the trail because we were lost. I saw something that I think was bear scat as I pushed my bike up a steep incline. I came upon a thicket, and I heard some growling and heard some large animal moving through the brush. I didn't wait to see if it was a bear.
So I imagine how those rather heavy suspended bikes would be a liability. Too heavy to use as a weapon, and not so great when trying to evade a bear.
Cal
Pretty much over the decades I have only met one Brian who said, "No," and I'm thinking he is lying.
Iron Mike's brother is named Brian, and Mike told me a story of when an aggressive driver knocked Brian off his bike, somehow Brian caught up with the car and driver stuck in traffic, and Brian proceeded to use his bike as a weapon to beat the crap out of the car, breaking windows and denting body panels.
In West Virginia on a very technical ride, I climbed a path to survey if it was the trail because we were lost. I saw something that I think was bear scat as I pushed my bike up a steep incline. I came upon a thicket, and I heard some growling and heard some large animal moving through the brush. I didn't wait to see if it was a bear.
So I imagine how those rather heavy suspended bikes would be a liability. Too heavy to use as a weapon, and not so great when trying to evade a bear.
Cal
Calzone
Gear Whore #1
Woke up at 2:30 AM this morning. "Maggie" had to catch a flight to FLA and a car was picking her up at 3:15 AM.
The book proposal has been submitted and her literary agent loves it.
Looks like another big gig is firming up as well as another.
Interesting that last night's birthday party I was told not to bring my camera because, "You are going as a guest."
Cal
The book proposal has been submitted and her literary agent loves it.
Looks like another big gig is firming up as well as another.
Interesting that last night's birthday party I was told not to bring my camera because, "You are going as a guest."
Cal
Particular
a.k.a. CNNY, disassembler
The traditional European version of off-road bike racing is cyclo-cross. The bikes are toughened up road bikes, as part of the routes are on the road. There always seem to be serious patches of mud as well, and the riders end up totally mud splattered at the end. There are usually unridable parts where they run with the bikes over their shoulder. To me that would be the way to climb those stairs. In the video they looked as though they were pushing a broken down Harley to the nearest gas station. Presumably they could have ridden around the block as well.