Calzone
Gear Whore #1
Phil,
Just trying to share the passion as inspiration. It is truely remarkable that when I consider buying a balance to make my own ADOX-PQ that I get a free one.
Not sure of the deeper meaning of getting the Pelican Case. Maybe I'll need to travel with a big kit. Maybe I'll need the Pelican to carry a LF camera like an Ebony 4x5. Time will tell.
It will be fun to see how or if I can compress my gear into one suitcase. All I know is that I am one lucky guy.
Cal
Phil_F_NM
Camera hacker
Forgot the vasectomy!
The peanut butter was how an epoxy smelled.
Phil Forrest
The peanut butter was how an epoxy smelled.
Phil Forrest
You better not start carrying this around when we are out... next thing you know you will have it encrusted with diamonds.
Phil_F_NM
Camera hacker
Cal,
You appear to have some psyonic power to have things appear when you want them to.
This reminds me of an old hippie who told me (on the side of I-40 while fixing a VW no less) that "we always have exactly what we need, wherever we are." Then, after a bit of looking, he picked up an innocuous piece of metal off the side of the freeway and used it to fix his engine.
Phil Forrest
You appear to have some psyonic power to have things appear when you want them to.
This reminds me of an old hippie who told me (on the side of I-40 while fixing a VW no less) that "we always have exactly what we need, wherever we are." Then, after a bit of looking, he picked up an innocuous piece of metal off the side of the freeway and used it to fix his engine.
Phil Forrest
Phil_F_NM
Camera hacker
You better not start carrying this around when we are out... next thing you know you will have it encrusted with diamonds.
John,
It has THREE grips. There's no way this case isn't getting used as often as possible.
Phil Forrest
True Phil, true...
Calzone
Gear Whore #1
John,
It has THREE grips. There's no way this case isn't getting used as often as possible.
Phil Forrest
Phil,
The three grips, perhaps 3 and a half if you count the wheelie handle extended, makes this case mucho cool. Gotta love the O-ring seal.
Cal
Calzone
Gear Whore #1
Phil,
This always seems to be the case. Back in the seventies when NYC was pretty close to what Detroit is today, meaning bankrupt and lawless, I was a NYC cab driver back in the day when most cab drivers were white and it seemed like I was the only Asian cab driver. One night I picked up a fare who wanted to go to Yonkers, and right away I knew that this was going to be trouble.
It was in some unlit location somewhere in the Bronx that resembled the road to hell that my passenger decided to get out of my cab and stiff me for the fare, but my mindset back then if someone was going to rob me that I would be like a gladiator and fight till the death. This location was the perfect location for a crime scene BTW.
When I got out of the cab to pursue my passenger I saw this 2x2 inch square stake that was perhaps 3 feet long and I pulled it from the ground unsheathing it Like the sword "Excaliber." to use as a weapon.
I held my club cocked behind me held in my right hand, extended my left hand, and said, "Hey buddy. Do you want to pay me or do you want a beating?"
Things like this seem like divine intervention, especially when they happen again and again.
Cal
thambar
Shouldn't it be sharper?
Ah, the good old days! This morning a friend was reminiscing about the time when the hookers would press their tits against the car window when you stopped at the traffic light at 42nd and 10th.
Calzone
Gear Whore #1
James,
Back in the days street walkers patrolled East 85th Street on the Upper East Side; the cops basically legalized drugs by allowing/tolerating drug sales in restricted areas; and for the smallest reason one could beat the hell out of anyone you thought an asshole and it was unlikely you would ever get arrested.
No-one walked around acting entitled like today.
Cal
Not one person in the whole city?
zauhar
Veteran
Calzone
Gear Whore #1
Randy,
I basically had mugged the passenger for the fare because I had to use the threat of violence to collect. I decided not to give him a beating anyway.
Cal
Calzone
Gear Whore #1
John,
I will say this in response to your question: back in the 70's people who acted like A-Holes or acted entitled either learned to be good street fighters, or they learned not to act that way very quickly because street beatings were kinda common.
It was a very different NYC back then.
Cal
Calzone
Gear Whore #1
And here I believed the hype about the 70s being the "me" generation.
John,
There's a big difference between individuality and entitlement.
Perhaps the history lesson here is that the "Baby Boomers" born between the end of WWII and 1964 (me generation) were children that were indeed indulged during the time when the U.S. emerged as a superpower and also a time where we enjoyed a great advance in prosperity. The me generation really speaks about the emergence of the individual; this non conformity was nurtured in children, and the me generation really is a story about individuality.
The air of entitlement I see today in NYC is a different story.
Cal
thambar
Shouldn't it be sharper?
The difference in the pre and post entitlement generations was best summed up by a cop in Florida: when discussing the volunteer policing/community watch programs in his district, he noted that the Greatest and Silent Generation people are a huge help, because they step up and volunteer to be the eyes and ears of the community. The Boomers complain that they're paying a fortune in taxes, and that the police should do the job themselves.
kkdanamatt
Well-known
OK, Sunday (3/23) 1PM at Puck Fair, but it's so crowded upstairs with the food and cameras bumping up against each other.
For future meets I suggest Dallas BBQ in Chelsea at 23rd St and 8th Ave.
Great food and drinks.
More importantly, they have a large room downstairs with separate tables for food and for displaying our goodies with ample space to move around and see everything.
Full disclosure: I know the manager, but there's nothing in it for me personally.
For future meets I suggest Dallas BBQ in Chelsea at 23rd St and 8th Ave.
Great food and drinks.
More importantly, they have a large room downstairs with separate tables for food and for displaying our goodies with ample space to move around and see everything.
Full disclosure: I know the manager, but there's nothing in it for me personally.
Calzone
Gear Whore #1
James,
Twas the day after a white Christmas where I didn't go to jail for beating one of the persons who stole about $10K worth of stuff out of my loft on the Southside of Williamsburg.
Two of my guitars were missing and I went to the local music store after we dealt with the police to give my friends there the heads up. My friend Dave said, "Funny thing is a guy who is a local just came in and asked if we buy guitars, and when I asked what type he couldn't say, but he pointed to a Telecastor to indicate which guitar he had. He said he would be right back so if you want to hang around..."
It was not the Christmas spirit that made me go home, but because of my girlfriend on her account I decided to go home. I know myself, I know how my rage can spill out of control, but I told Dave to just call the police and not to be a hero, and I walked home. What expired is that the guy showed up, the police came, but the guy ran right by the two cops through a narrow hallway where it was easy for them to stop him. Dave even yelled, "Stop him, he's the guy," but the police did not respond. Outside the blizzard had made the wet snow into compressed ice, and the police decided not to attempt to pursue the suspect on foot. All this happened in about 10-15 minutes, the amount of time required to walk home; and when I got home, I was summoned to head back to the music store.
I ended up recovering one of my guitars that was stolen. Over the period of a year that followed I ended up becoming inadvertently a private investigator because I continually fed clues to my detective that led to the arrest of three suspects: two were brothers and another a cousin that had many priors and rap sheets. An order of protection was issued, but my gal had to testify, and "Maggie" was again victimized, and the end result was a plea bargain, no restitution, and drug rehab for a criminal with a long history. These three loser crack heads were found to be responsible for a total of 25 break-ins in my neighborhood.
We never recovered any of Maggie's grandmother's jewelry, but about a year and a half after the robbery I discovered a set of speakers that were mine thrown out with blown speakers a few blocks from where I lived. It took about 6 months to collect insurance, but this was not without being accused of fraud by an insurance company. Even getting a police report presented difficulties, where I had to ask my detective to fax me one as a favor, because going down to the precinct in person and filling out the form just didn't work.
BTW when the crime investigation team came it was not at all like on TV, no high tech, no extensive effort, and in my case no clues. The initial police report failed to mention the forced entry, and the police only checked our neighbor's duplex because we suggested that they should because of all the footprints in the fresh snow that made it likely that there was more than one robbery had happened. It seems that our neighbor literally had his entire duplex emtied of valuables, and we luckily were only given the quick once over.
Dealing with the insurance company for me was like getting robbed a second time. Although I had a policy for full replacement cost, I was only paid $6K for the $10 K that We were entitled to. (Jewelery was not covered)
Sorry for the rant, but I don't think much of the level of professionalism by the police, nor the justice system. It is not at all like on TV.
Cal
Phil_F_NM
Camera hacker
Usually we hold the regular monthly meetings downstairs at the round table with the cool lightbulb. It's cozy but not bad because we usually only get eight or nine folks there. It's not like the February beauty contest.
Phil Forrest