Showing posts with label doing it the hard way. Show all posts
Showing posts with label doing it the hard way. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

The sorting gene

I like sorting. I can't really say why. I remember when I was little having great fun sorting my Halloween candy. I wasn't allowed to eat more than a piece or two (sugar problems), but Mom always let me play with it for a while. Certain activities seem to appeal to that part of my brain--"It's like sorting!" is something Doug has often heard me say when trying out a new computer game.

My sister Betsey also has the sorting gene. We were discussing this once, and she said, "Yeah, if somebody took a thirty-pound bag of beans and dumped them out and told me to sort them, I'd be perfectly happy." (At first I thought she'd said beads but later clarified that it was beans. Thirty pounds would be a lot of beads. Especially if they were those little seed beads.) Betsey has worked in jobs where she sorts and catalogs bees, and is apparently very good at it. I'm not really sure about the rest of my family (well, there's my dad, who is an engineer, as I have mentioned). I suspect most of them have sorting tendencies as well.

I don't know if the sorting gene and the do-it-the-hard-way gene are generally found together, but here's what can happen when they combine.

I take a lot of pictures. Quite a lot. The phrase "too many" has occasionally been uttered in connection with my picture-taking habits. I knew I was going to need a way to store and keep track of all these photos. I decided that I was not only going to burn my files onto CDs, but also make a contact sheet for each disk. It's a rather complicated process.

The first thing I have to do is get my photos into a group less than 700MB in size, for burning onto a CD. I'll take a quick run through and delete any obviously bad shots, like the ones that are really blurry, or the ones where I have my eyes half-closed and look like a doofus. I don't usually spend a lot of time picking out photos to delete, but it depends on what kind of mood I'm in. If time is money, I figure it's cheaper to just store them all than spend five minutes agonizing over which of the two microscopically-different pictures of Kate is cuter. If I have a bunch of pictures from one event and I'm just a few over 700MB, I'll often take the time to pick out a few to discard, but otherwise I don't worry about one event spilling over onto the next CD. I do all this in Digital Photo Professional, which came with my camera.

I shoot in RAW, so in order to make a contact sheet I have to convert the pictures to jpgs. A CD of RAW files tends to run between 85 and 95 pictures (it varies, I think, depending on the complexity of information captured in the image) and it takes a while to convert them all. I like to start a set converting while I go eat, or take a shower, or something. Then after I have all the jpgs in a folder, I go to Photoshop (under File > Automate) and make a contact sheet. This also takes a couple of minutes.

This is what the finished contact sheet looks like. Each sheet gets named according to the date of the first photo (Asian style, year-month-day). If I have more than one set from the same day, I'll use letters after the date. All the contact sheets are saved in a folder on my hard drive. Eventually I'd like to have a year's worth of sheets bound together in a book (probably somewhere like blurb.com), but I haven't gotten that far yet.

When I burn the RAW files onto CD (this can be done before or after making the contact sheet), the CD also gets named with the date of the first photo, so it matches the contact sheet. On the disk I write the beginning and ending date, and the first and last image file numbers, and a brief description of the photos. I burn two copies, on two different brands of CD. (The backups should be stored at somebody else's house, but at the moment they are still here.)

This may seem like a cool system. It's also very time-consuming and you may notice that I'm a year and a half behind. I got a bit more done over the weekend, so I'm feeling like a good little photo-historian again. (Yay!)

None of this means that I'm an organized person, which you would know if you saw my house.

Thursday, November 08, 2007

In which we continue to do it the hard way



This is part of the mask for an extraction that I'm currently working on. Each one of those little edge hairs is traced in by hand, with a three-pixel brush. This is definitely a case where the tablet makes things much easier--I don't think I could do this with the mouse.

Doug says I'm a masochist. I'm finding it rather relaxing, so far.

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Anything worth doing...

My dad is an engineer. I should capitalize that. My Dad Is An Engineer. (More on that later, I'm sure.) If there's a certain propensity to spend longer than any sane person would on every little detail of a project, perhaps we can blame it on him. Surely there's a genetic component.

"We do it the Hard Way" is the title of a story that my sister Betsey wrote in Junior High (about a muskrat named Vern, who was a detective), but there have been times when I thought it would make a good family motto. (Or, as I once told a friend, "Anything worth doing is worth making very, very complicated.") So I thought it would make a nice title for my blog. Betsey said she didn't mind. I asked her.

I'd like to think that, as I've gotten older and hopefully more mature, I've developed more sensible moderation. But then, right after I got this blog set up the first thing I did was go looking for directions on using a banner (thanks to Lindsay Teague for her how-to), and then I spent all day today (well, as much as one can spend "all day" doing anything when one has a baby) putting this one together. I think I like it. But I'll probably spend more time reworking it in the future.

I read a book called From Anna, by Jean Little, in which Anna has some serious vision problems and is used to not being able to do much, but in her special ed class she gets to make a basket for her parents and discovers that she's good at it. The other children ask why Anna's basket looks so good, and the teacher replies, "Anna has the gift of taking infinite pains." It sounds so much nicer when you put it that way. The gift of taking infinite pains. I like that.