September 11, 2014 @ 20:21 EDT

I'm a little teapot, short and stout..


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September 07, 2014 @ 09:01 EDT

Consolation Shopping?

In the death throes of my last two relationships, I made a couple of large-ish, almost-but-not-quite impulse purchases. The last time, it was an eighteen-year-old pickup truck. This time, it was a seven-year-old travel/camper trailer:


Naturally, there were several reasons for these purchases, but in the end I think it was a matter of making progress towards my long-term goals and dreams -- And a burning desire to not let the fact that I was once again going at things alone stopping me from actually doing what I wanted with my life.

The truck, and now this trailer, were incremental steps towards the goal of a more outdoorsy life, not just in the camping-over-random-weekends-year-round sense, but more importantly, the epic roadtrip and the ability to be more nomadic and still support myself while practicing my trade.

It's high time I stop tying myself down and take advantage of my freedom of movement. After my last move, I built an[other] empty nest in a place considerably larger than I actually needed, to hold stuff I mostly don't care about (or use) anyway. It's also a big burden financially, and that's hurting my long-term plans, all of which require a decent chunk of cash.

This nesting makes more sense if I'm living with someone else, but since I'm not and will likely remain that way, why maintain the trappings of a life I do not (and will not) have when it actively interferes with what I want?

...Which brings me back to my not-quite-impulse purchases -- I bought the truck to enable a dream, and later the camper to help realize that dream. It's my dream, my journey.. and one worth travelling.

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September 06, 2014 @ 08:15 EDT

Shining on thieves on the garden wall..


Shot with a 500/5.6 mirror lens. I'd like to try this with something longer someday..

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September 01, 2014 @ 23:07 EDT

A metaphor


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September 01, 2014 @ 21:05 EDT

We are but a grain of sand on an endless beach..


Taken at the Kissimmee Prairie Preserve State Park, pretty much straight up in the air.

This 30 second exposure was with an 11mm lens opened wide to f/2.8, at ISO3200. Longer exposures would require a fancy equitorial mount to track the Earth's rotation.

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August 28, 2014 @ 19:01 EDT



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August 27, 2014 @ 21:58 EDT

Trusting Hypocrites

A word to the foolish: Don't.

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August 24, 2014 @ 18:51 EDT

Cinderella's other slipper


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August 24, 2014 @ 08:03 EDT

Demystifying the Mitsubishi CP-D70DW/D707DW/K60DW

In recent weeks, I've had folks with access to Mitsubishi's CP-D70DW and CP-K60DW-S photo printers pop up and offer to help figure out what it would take to get Gutenprint to properly support them.

In short order, I managed to fix the backend/spooler for the CP-D70x series, but the CP-K60 is still elusive -- I'm going to need USB sniffs of the Windows drivers doing their thing to figure out just what I need to tweak. Hopefully this contact will be able to do that for me.

But in both cases, the USB sniffs are only part of the problem. It turns out my original reverse-engineering of the spool file format was lacking.

Oh, the structure of the files is reasonably well understood now; there's two 512-byte headers present, followed by three (or four, if matte lamination is enabled) planes of 16-bit Y/M/C data.

Once the backend was working properly with the D70, the reports were that gutenprint's output was way too dark, which indidated that the color data needed to be gamma-corrected or otherwise have some sort of curve applied.

Naturally, reality turned out to be a lot messier. I whipped up a simple program to analyze the raw spool files in an initial attempt to get a baseline for the correction curves.. and that's where things got quite wonky.

My test jobs were all generated by Windows; indeed it's the standard Windows XP printer test page. There are a total of six colors present in the image; black, white, and the four colored panes of the windows logo. Straightforward, right?

The D70x test jobs had about 38,000 unique color values in each plane. The K60 had nearly 58,000. Out of 65,536 possible values. In other words, they're doing some sort of contiunuous tone smoothing, and there's no nice, neat mapping from input RGB values to what the printer spits out -- Not even for "black" and "white". WTF? How am I supposed to proceed from here? Start disassembling the Windows driver?

So at this point, it's not looking likely I'm going to be able to figure this out without spending a lot of soul-sucking time reverse-enginnering x86 assembly. I have better things to do, unless someone wants to pay me more money than this is worth.

One fun tidbit is that Mitsubishi's current photo kiosks run Linux, and as such they've already written native Linux drivers for these things.

In the mean time, if you want a kiosk-scale photo printer that works great with Linux, DNP/Citizen and Shinko/Sinfonia have current models that have first-class support, and the now-discontinued Kodak 6800/6850/605 and Sony UP-DR150/DR200 models also work well.

So. Mitsubishi, feel free to toss some documentation (and a printer or three) my way. It'll only help you sell more printers!

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August 22, 2014 @ 21:27 EDT

Little Buddy


He was trapped in the stairwell at the office, and before we rescued and freed him, he was gracious enough to pose for me.

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August 20, 2014 @ 14:55 EDT

RSS feeds, oh my!

For several years now, I've been using Tiny Tiny RSS to keep track of literally hundreds of RSS feeds. One of its features is I can republish a selection of what I want as an independent feed. While I've been marking stuff for republishing, I never did share the URL of that feed with anyone.

So without further ado, here's the Stuff Solomon Finds Interesting RSS feed.

The content is rather varied, from techincal to legal to sappy to photographic and everything in between. Be warned -- it's sometimes not family-friendly in subject or content.

In other news, I've been writing a lot lately, but it hasn't been for public consumption. If you want to know, ask...

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August 11, 2014 @ 09:44 EDT

Whelp, it was nice while it lasted

I'm single again.

As Dale put it, she's not ready for the kind of relationship I want, and may never be. That's a shame, because several of the reasons this went so deep so quickly were that we both shared a vision of what we thought a relationship should be.. and both felt, and wanted that, from and in each other.

She really was what I was looking for in another person and in a partner. I can't remember ever being this excited about someone, so saying that I'm disappointed and more than a little heartbroken is a gross understatement.

Time will tell if we can sustain a meaningful friendship with what's left.. I truly hope so.

...Que Sera Sera.

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August 05, 2014 @ 19:42 EDT

Beach Babe


Finally, I have a decent photo of Dale that I took myself.

Taken at Ormond Beach this past weekend.

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July 21, 2014 @ 20:02 EDT



Saw a rugby game on Saturday.

It consists of a bunch of cavemen beating beating each other up and wrestling over an overinflated, mostly-out-of-control oblong bladder.

And the ladies in the audience were... very happy to watch.

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July 11, 2014 @ 14:56 EDT

More on the Kodak 6850

The venerable Kodak 6800 and 6850 printers are true workhorses; it's not uncommon to see them flogged on eBay with upwards of 200,000 prints on them -- not because they are worn out, but because they tend to outlast the systems they're plugged into.

I originally added support for these models to Gutenprint the better part of two years ago, and through some helpful volunteers, I was able to reverse-engineer enough of the printer communications to write an open-source CUPS backend to enable them to print under Linux.

That seemed to be good enough, and I generally forgot about these models.. until a few months ago, when the folks over at LiveLink arranged to have an Kodak 6850 sent my way. (These guys are awesome, BTW!)

Having full access to one of these things made it far easier to poke and prod and generally reverse-engineer the printer communications. Consequently, I've mostly decoded the printer media status (now with print counts!) and media query messages, and greatly improved error detection and recovery.

It's probably safe to say it now works better under Linux than it ever did with the Official Windows/OSX drivers, though without access to a 5x7 conversion kit and media I'm sure there's something I've missed.

In other news, I'm still hunting down some bugs involving the Sony UP-DR200, Canon CP900, and Mitsubishi CP-D70/CP-K60 models, but with only indirect access progress is slow.

It would be so much easier if the manufacturers of these things could toss some documentation my way. It could only help them sell more printers and media, after all..

Back to the bit mines..

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July 07, 2014 @ 20:31 EDT

Sunset over Del Mar


I was in San Diego for a couple of days for a work trip; my hosts took me to eat on the beach in Del Mar.

The Pacific smells rather different than the Atlantic.

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June 29, 2014 @ 18:33 EDT

False modesty


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June 29, 2014 @ 18:07 EDT

Om nom nom


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June 14, 2014 @ 09:57 EDT

The soundtrack of my life, thrice

This morning, while changing the oil in my vehicles and generally puttering around the garage, I put on Lacuna Coils's latest album, Broken Crown Halo to play in the background while I worked.

This album is more of a return to their roots, darker, gritter, with more of the raw emotion that was less prevalent in their last two (and quite excellent!) albums.

And true to form, their music and lyrics were oddly relevant to my life's progressions, with several songs that cut right through me. This time, however, ther was one in particular that I'd heard a couple of times.. but not really heard until I was driving home from disposing of nine quarts of used motor oil.

Beating Bessie's steering wheel as I drove her somewhat more aggressively than usual (the old gal really does like being ridden with purposeful roughness!) I started singing along, eyes unexpectedly tearing as I let my voice carry over the music and Lacuna Coil's off-key vocal harmonics.

    Burning the pyre
    Take me in your arms
    And start to burn
    Yearning for life

    Take me in your arms
    And start to burn
    Never ending darkness
    Yearning for life

    I burn with you
    We'll see it through
    I burn in you
    It will never be the same as it was before

Some day, I will see them in concert, and for once, sing my heart out.

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June 12, 2014 @ 22:13 EDT

Life's not-so-little-surprises

I sat down with every intention of letting the words flow forth, but I when faced with the enormity of what there was to say, I deciced to start with a picture that I did not take:


This, dear readers, is Dale.

I had started to tell the story of us; how we almost met years ago during some of our darkest times; how we were drawn together when we finally did meet; our first touch, our first kiss, and many more firsts, private or otherwise... but as always, it took writing and discarding many words to figure out what I really needed to say; what really important.

In the moment our awarenesses met, our worlds collided with the subtelty of a bolt of lightning. It was a moment, a charged touch... a moment that changed everything.

Five weeks, near-constant contact, and two long dates later, we are still catching up, learning each other's minds, hearts, and bodies as our souls continue to merrily frolic ahead, giggling in shared glee as they taunt us with promises of even more wonderful things ahead.

For we have found, in each other, the home that we have struggled so long to individually create. We are two sides of the same coin, united in a balance we've always thought, yet never quite believed, to be possible.

Even as I write this, we are still growing stronger, not just as a pair of newly-united kindred spirits, but also in our own individualities. I feel more myself, she feels more herself; we both feel alive, connected, and at long, long last... we are no longer alone in this vast universe.

...Welcome home, Dale.

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June 06, 2014 @ 16:47 EDT

Walking in Beauty

Outside my place of work, there is a now-defunct golf corse. The northern 2/3rds is slated to be developed into another generic office park, while the southern third, which I can see through my window, is expected to remain as green space.

I have worked across from this green space for the better part of a year. Until a couple of months ago, it was reasonably maintained, but since then it has been allowed to lie fallow, slowly returning from its former gently-sculpted purpose to a much more natural, dissheveled state.

This afternoon, I went for a walk.

This afternoon is the first time I stepped out onto this space, after eleven months of parking my car not three feet from its threshold.

It was not a long walk, in time or distance, but it felt like both an instant and an eternity. I stepped out with my head spinning, both literally and metaphorically, needing to get out of the disconnected, artificial confines of a high-tech semiconductor design facility, needing something natural and real, needing to stretch my stiff limbs, needing to move about in the natural chaos of live.

I stepped out, not knowing what to expect; not knowing if the family of racoons would peek out at me from behind a weather-stripped fence, if a lizard would scuttle away from the crunch of my feet on the gravel path, if I'd inhale a swarm of gnats as I rounded a tree.

I went for a walk.

Why had I waited this long to begin to explore this slice of unnatural natural space a quarter mile from I-95? Every day I'd seen the birds landing in the water hazards, lizards basking on the now-overgrown sand traps, giant spiders weaving even larger webs between tall palm trees, insects gorging themselves on the sweet necar of wild flowers.

It was a beautiful walk.

I let my hair down, closed my eyes, stretched, inhaled deeply, and drew in the beauty around me. I tasted the air, I heard the dry grass crunch, I smelled the dog fennel's subtle scent lingering on my fingers, and from behind closed eyelids saw life emerge and spread out in an endless, infinite sea.

It was a walk in beauty.

On the way back up to the office, one of my colleagues remarked about how boring, ugly, and empty that old golf course was. He couldn't have been more wrong.

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June 01, 2014 @ 19:11 EDT

Heat Treated


These felt quite warm in my hands.

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May 31, 2014 @ 22:50 EDT

Sacrificial Altar


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May 31, 2014 @ 18:03 EDT

Speak now...


...or forever hold your peace.

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May 30, 2014 @ 21:54 EDT

Friday Evening Remembrances

For the past few days, I've been uploading what I consider some of my best photographs to a much more public site. This has been ongoing for a few days, a slow process made slower by the need to describe what was going on when the photograph was taken.

It's no coincidence that my best work has come from some of the most intense moments of my life, and as I sort through these snapshots of time, I have been remembering.

And I have been remembering.

I hadn't intended to sit down and write anything in particular, but it seemed like a natural, proper progression of where I found myself tonight. Today, and this evening in particular, I've been in an odd frame of mind.

Yes, I know I say that here relatively often, but these are the times I feel like writing; these are the times I feel open; these are the times I feel ...connected. Connected to the world, connected to myself.

It is simultaneously beautiful and terrible, seeing and feeling everything. While I'm a much stronger person than I once was, it's still hard to both relax and hold myself in this place, in this moment, feeling the air breathe through my shoulders, into my arms, my perception warping in subtle ways.

This is a good place to be, a place without guards, without defenses. A place without bullshit; A place of truth. A place of being; A place to simply be.

It wasn't always this way.

The first time I was in this place was the worst night of my life. I found it through sheer exhaustion, collapsing through my inner barriers as they were smashed by a tsunami.

I was powerless, swept up like a leaf in a tornado, tossed and smashed and mangled and ground into myself with pent-up rage born of years of pain, suppression, and denial. I vaguely recognised that I was obliterating myself, and eventually, I succeeded.

I was quite surprised when my eyes snapped open the next morning to an only vaguely familiar room; it was if my memories were someone else's, with no connection to myself. So total was my destruction that I had no idea if I was even real. I eventually came to the same "I think, therefore I am" realization as Descarte, and from there, I slowly began to build anew, one deliberate piece at a time.

The next time I found this place, a couple of years later, I nearly died.

It is still perhaps the most profound experience of my life, achingly beautiful in that way that makes your heart hurt as it tries to expand to encompass its enormity. In that moment I was connected to everything; connected to life itself. I comprehended, I embraced, I accepted... and simply let go. Let go of myself; let go of everything.

As it turned out, that included letting go of breathing.

That eternal, peaceful moment came to an abrupt end when, out of concern, I was touched. This sudden contact brutally yanked me back, the shock and whiplash leaving me unable to do anything but shudder and shake, coupled with a terrible sense of loss. I had lost the most beautiful thing I'd ever experienced; the beauty well beyond my ability to even remember or imagine.

The evening that followed was one of those nights that could have changed everything, had I been a more daring person. But I was too much in shock, too unaware of my own ability to effect what was mutually wanted. The next morning; even that was yanked away.

That was more than fourteen years ago, and I made many, many mistakes trying to figure out how to get back to that place, chasing that feeling, that sense of loss, failing to comprehend that I'd been chasing a shadow cast by my own self, when all I had to do was turn around and see the light I kept turning away from.

Both experiences were of the same "place", albeit experienced by very different people. One was holding back the tides of denial, the other wholly embracing everything. One experience was pure agony; One was pure ectasy. Yet both were undeniable truth; my truth.

This place is where I find myself again tonight; while much less raw, much less intense than those moments that bookended my experiences, I am holding myself here, balanced as the winds of memories, the winds of dreams blow through me, fanning the flames burning within, and I ache with the need to grow beyond myself, the need to connect, to touch, to live.

It took far too long to learn just what this place was, even longer to learn why it had eluded me for so long, and longer still to learn that balance, and how to extend myself as a tree grows leaves and roots, simultaneously holding myself in multiple, intricate realms.

I learned that shadow, the shadow I chased for so long, was my own, ever shifting and flickering and changing as I shifted and changed myself, growing sharper or dimmer as the light grew and faded behind me.

That light, the light that cast that shadow I forever chased, was the terrible incredulity of life itself. It is the beauty that holds my gaze, eyes glistening as they feel that inaudible, overwhelming roar, and at the moment I yield, I come to know true madness.

I am the shadow; I am the flame.

I am the light; I am the darkness.

I am the peace; I am the storm.

I am thought; I am feeling.

I am my own definition; I am my own reality.

I am everything... yet I am nothing.

I simply am.

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