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Name: Robbie
Birthday: 1/31/1980
Gender: Male
Interests: Enjoying the little things...
coffee early in the morning, quiet time, fast down hills, watching basketball with my dad, playing with my dog, autobiographies.
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Industry: Art
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| more is not better.
after a nice trial run with the mark iii, i don't really love it like i thought i would.
yes, it's ridiculously fast. yes, it has auto sensor cleaning. yes, it's a LOT of camera but i just don't really dig it.
it's kind of like the homecoming date that i haven't quite clicked with...the dance is over, and i just want to take her home so i can go out with my real friends.
anyway, for some time i've been trying to set things up so appearance wise the files look like our 5Ds but it's just not there. i've only put about 8000 frames through it, so it's just getting warmed up. that said, i think it's time to find him a nice new home.
that is, after it's back from canon for the warranty servicing.
anyway, i'm putting this out there to see if any of my photographer audience would like a gently used camera. i'm sure it's perfect for someone....just not me. that is to say that we have a pretty good system in place for the gear we've used for a few years now, and the mark iii is a bit of an outsider. truly, it is a WOW camera but a bit excessive for how i roll. believe me, it's not as if i'm just going to throw it out if no one wants it!
drop me an email if you're interested:
robbie@openfieldphotography.com
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| In your opinion, what is the most desirable quality in a friend?This quote accurately reflects how I feel about friends and loyalty.
"A man's friends shouldn't care what he says or does. And those who are not his friend, fuck them they don't count!"
-Detroits finest Tiger, Ty Cobb
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| i got my new tooth on.So, it's been so long since I've posted, that I forgot my login!
Me being the hit and miss blogger that I am, I strived to formulate some sort of post while I was driving home from Carmel, Indiana last night. I'm pretty sure I had some zingers but I'm also sure they wouldn't necessarily be appropriate for all audiences...actually, I think they may have only been appropriate for my buddy, Matt. He's probably most familiar/comfortable with my shock and awe comments.
I digress.
(Back story) Picture it, Gambier...1999, I'm a rambunctious teenager. Still kind of stuck in the age of knowing I should working but getting away with not really doing it, I was spending a lot of time playing basketball. Being the middle of summer, the streetball action of my said Village was in full effect. Translation, three of the four people that played basketball in Gambier were present- myself, Ryan J., and Hans Farmer.
As I've said before, I may not look it but I am a competitor. I hate to lose, especially at basketball. Yeah, I'm short but I have big Charles Barkley type ass and I love to go at it with people who out-height me and most often out-jump me. My friend, Jesse, who is probably the most naturally athletic person I know, use to play against me for hours. And to date, I'm still up on him for total victories...I'm sure of it.
Jess, dunks are still only worth one point.
Anyway, the gist of this is while getting a little heated in a game of 21, I managed to catch a flying elbow from one Ryan J. He wasn't very strong, but he had those Kevin McHale kind of elbows that just flailed everywhere. I still don't know if was deliberate or just awkwardness but me on the way up plus him on the way down equaled a direct hit of said elbow to my left front tooth.
Ouch!!
My tooth snapped back to about a 45 degree angle. Yeah, not good.
As I remember it, I didn't go to the dentist right away. I tried using my old retainer to hold things in place for a few days. But, it ended up that I needed a root canal to safe that bad boy.
A root canal to most people doesn't sound very comfortable. Fortunate for me, my entire front tooth was now dead.
I didn't feel a thing.
Fast forward to current times and that tooth had slowly started to show it's trauma. Something I've grown increasingly more selfconscious about, my front tooth had started to supersede the way I smile. That is to say, I started to deliberately smile crooked so you couldn't see it very well. Aside from exploring a veneer, I really didn't know what else to do for myself. Fortunately for me, my dentist, suggested an internal bleaching. That translates to drilling out the root canal and leaving a hole in the back of my tooth for a while and using a bleaching tray for about a month.
It was kind of a funny feeling because the hole was fairly noticeable to my tongue.
At worst, I feel much better about my tooth. I know it's not a perfect match, and it probably never will be. But, I'm cool with it. It's a battle scar of sorts...nonetheless I just wanted to say kudos to Dr. Nezhad. in Springfield, for fixing me up.
I've had a rash of bad services provided lately, but I'm grateful to the service of Dr. Nezhad and his staff.
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| you're all diseasedI cannot express how sad I am today.
As much as it's possible to love someone you don't know...I loved George Carlin.
I really did.
He was an absolute genius in my eyes, and the world is going to be less of a funny place because of his passing.
In 1995 my dad took me to see George perform at the Jubilee Theater in Las Vegas. Aside from the uncomfortable use of the "F" word in the presence of my father, Carlin's performance took my breath away. He was so on that night and I was in complete awwe of his insight, his timing, his expression...all of it.
He went on for over an hour with no notes. None.
After that I bought all his old albums. The tapes, if you will, of his legendary performances.
From the Hippy Dippy Weatherman to the 7 Things You Can't Say On Television, he was just as funny without swear words as he was with them.
He was so cutting edge, and unapologetic. It was his conviction that was so engaging and funny. I didn't always agree with him, but I always laughed.
I had the great joy of seeing him perform a few more times. Once again in Vegas, and three more in Ohio. Even though he was approaching 70, he was still kicking so much ass and literally glowing with originality.
The Friday after 9-11, George performed at the Stranahan Theater in Toledo, Ohio.
I waited outside the theater for him that night, just to say hello and thank him for making me laugh. I had read that he always went directly from the stage to a waiting car after his performances.
He didn't like waiting around to hear the applause. Consequenlty, I skipped the actual performance and took my chances at saying hello afterwards.
The Stranahan is a massive, brick theater that holds probably 7000 people. And in the darkness of that Friday night, I heard laughter echo through the walls and across the backstage parking lot. The twin towers fell just days before, and hearing laughter again was unfamiliar.
One man made it ok to laugh and smile again, that was George.
When the stage door opened, he scurried out toward his waiting car. I managed to call out to him. He stopped and made a b-line directly to me. I had copy of the book "Comedians" and before I could say anything, George in his raspy, New Yorker voice, said, "Hey kid, let me sign that book for ya!"
He was a tiny man in stature. Skinny, short, and gaunt but his personality was enormous.
All I could muster was "Mr Carlin, I want to thank you for making me laugh all these years."
Without hesitation, he said "No, no-thank you. It's been my pleasure."
"This has always been my favorite picture." He looked up and smiled like he truly meant it.
He scribbled his name and told me to take care.
I know it doesn't sound like much, but, to me, it was a big deal.
The power of laughter is SO amazing that I cannot think of any one person whose sense of humor has influenced my thought process of looking for the ridiculous or questioning is there anything that isn't funny, more than George Carlin.
Ironically, I was thinking of him yesterday when we were listening to NPRs coverage of the campaign trail.
Carlin said if he ever ran for office, the people would respect his honesty.
His slogan:
"The public sucks. Fuck hope!"
Cheers, Georgie.
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| john freshwater.so...this article was on Yahoo news and CNN today...he's my 8th grade science teacher.
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