slow night, let's chat

Yuck - Kölsch tastes like yellow-colored mineral water, and comes in those tiny glasses, you always have to order at least three at a time, unless you want to keep the waiter dropping by every two minutes...
I prefer a good Czech beer to that stuff...

Stephanie,
I think you are talking about canneloni (sp.?)

Roman
 
OK, gotta stop procrastinating now, and get back to the darkroom - I'm doing prints of the concert of a band called Rewolfinger, they are playing here again on Saturday, wanna give the prints to them and at least get a free copy of their last CD (and maybe be hired to shoot pics for their next one).
I will have to convert the darkroom into its normal kitchen state again tomorrow morning, before Nicole comes home from her night shift; wanna surprise her with nice fried Branzino (I think it is sea-bass in English - loupe de mer in French) for lunch...

Roman

PS: This is what the kitchen/darkroom looks like:
 
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FrankS said:
Roman, you've got 8 trays out! Why so many?

hehe.. if this was camp I'd say that one was for bleach, one was soap, one was for rinsing (while doing dishes) and the rest are for printing 😀

Dave
 
Actually, that's not my regular tray setup...
I wanted to make a few lith prints along with the regular ones for the band, so there are some extra trays: from left to right:

Agfa Neutol WA diluted 1+60 (extremely thin print dev. used as a second bath for 2-bath lith printing - for getting 'lithy' black shadows, but regular highlights)
next one, in the back: Maco LP-Lith developer
in the front: Tetenal Eukobrom (regular developer)
next one: stop bath
next two: fix (I use a 2-bath fixing scheme, which is recommended for extra safety: you can use your old fix from your last session as first bath, where most of the fixing is done, and then the print goes into freshly mixed fix, to make sure the print is totally fixed)
next three: water - I don't have a good print washer, so for RC paper I just use three consecutive trays with water, which is often changed.

BTW, just finished printing, now it's time for a brewski before going to bed (and a 'Brewski & Enlarger' shot, as variation of the 'Camera & Coffee' ones).

Roman
 
Roman said:
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BTW, just finished printing, now it's time for a brewski before going to bed (and a 'Brewski & Enlarger' shot, as variation of the 'Camera & Coffee' ones).
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Roman


I always wondered about that.

I never have my camera with me when I have coffee but always have it with me when I have beer - I demand that we have a "Beer & Camera" photo thread as well!!! 😉

Cheers
Dave
 
dcsang said:
I always wondered about that.

I never have my camera with me when I have coffee but always have it with me when I have beer - I demand that we have a "Beer & Camera" photo thread as well!!! 😉

Cheers
Dave

Dave,

Don't demand it. Start it.

Scott
 
slow night, let's chat

Do you think we could make this a sticky thread Joe? It invites any comments and encourages interaction among members when there isn't a significant question to ask or statement to make. I think it would add to this site, kind of like the chatroom we tried a while ago.

One of the regrets in my life, and I have just a few, is that I did not take photographs of all of the loves of my life. Memory fades with time and it would be great to have a visual record of my significant others over the years. Any thoughts?
 
FrankS said:
slow night, let's chat
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One of the regrets in my life, and I have just a few, is that I did not take photographs of all of the loves of my life. Memory fades with time and it would be great to have a visual record of my significant others over the years. Any thoughts?</snip>

You're up late 😀

Thanks for bringing me down man.... sheesh 😉

hmm.. I can remember each true love like it was etched into my mind. Each one of them was beautiful in their own way. Each one's kiss was sweet and often had me longing for another. Yep.. I can remember them well.. yet I knew that each one of them was not meant to be with me for any real length of time; and the one, the only one, that I truly adored was, well, not mine to begin with.

Ahhh.. love is like a jester that snickers at us long after he's told his joke and we are left dumbfounded and scratching our heads.... 😀

cheers
Dave
 
Thanks, Joe!

Dave, this should not bring you down. Everything happens for a reason. There are no mistakes in life, only lessons to be learned. Lessons will be presented again and again in different forms until they are learned.
 
FrankS said:
Dave, this should not bring you down. Everything happens for a reason. There are no mistakes in life, only lessons to be learned. Lessons will be presented again and again in different forms until they are learned.

heh.. thanks teach 😉

Not bringing me down.. but makes me long for that one true love I did have - c'est la vie though 🙂
The future is yet to be written 😀

Cheers
Dave
 
"...makes me long for that one true love I did have..."

But you said she was never yours.

I may seem pretty level (who knows how one comes across though) but when it comes to love, I have ridden the rollercoaster! In fact, this passion for women even out-does my passion for photography. Photography then, is my penultimate passion.
 
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Stephanie Brim said:
You reminded me of a story that I should share about cooking. I made what I call 'rolled up lasagna' for lack of a better term since I have no real idea what they're calling it in Italy. It consists of lasagna noodles spread with a filling that consists of two kinds of meat, three cheeses, spinach, and sun-dried tomatoes, and then rolled up. They're then placed in a flat cake pan and covered with homemade marinara sauce.

My grandmother, who is a wonderful lady, hates garlic. How she can like very Italian food and hate garlic I have no clue, but it came to my attention when she ate my marinara that she loved the taste...and I always load it up with garlic because I absolutely love it! I think she thinks of garlic as tasting as it does on garlic bread.

I spent four hours cooking the sauce because the tomatoes I used were apparently not quite ripe enough and took a while to cook down...I ended up using a food processor (gasp) at the end because it just wasn't getting there. I've learned to never let her know what's in a dish until after she's done eating it and the same goes for my boyfriend. I know what both of them are allergic to so I know what not to put in certain things and my boyfriend, who hates spinach, ate these up and my grandmother, who hates garlic, told me that I should bottle the sauce so that we can use it on spaghetti.

Sometimes I think that people don't really know what they do and do not like.
That reminds me of my grandfather--now gone--who was deathly allergic to cinnamon unless he didn't see grandmother put it into the apple pie . He always made a point of thanking gramma for baking the best pies for "six counties around"
Rob
 
(Hum, where is that IRC chatroom Jorge set up a while ago ? Perhaps it's time to put it back online, or to think about an IRC network where a channel can be easily managed and protected by registering it...)
 
FrankS said:
"...makes me long for that one true love I did have..."

But you said she was never yours.

heh.. she never was.. yet I did have a love for her and she had the same for me 🙂

It was complicated to say the least and, in the end, I did the right thing even though she, herself, was extremely confused. One day, I'll tell you the story.

Cheers
Dave
 
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