So I’ve been out doing research about products and techniques for shooting with a 16mm wind-up camera. A lot of research. After doing this for a while, I’ve settled on a few items:

Krasnogorsk 3 Super 16mm Film Camera w/ M42 Lens Mount – ~$350

Carl Zeiss Jena Primes (M42 Mount):
Zeiss Distagon T/2,8 25mm Manual Focus Lens – ~$825

Zeiss Distagon T/2 35mm Manual Focus Lens – ~$825

Zeiss Planar T/1,4 50mm Manual Focus Lens – ~$550

Pentax Super-Takumar Primes (M42 Mount):
Pentax Super-Takumar f/3,5 24mm Manual Focus Lens – ~$100
Pentax Super-Takumar f/2,0 35mm Manual Focus Lens – ~$100
Pentax Super-Takumar f/1,4 50mm Manual Focus Lens – ~$70
Pentax Super-Takumar f/1,9 85mm Manual Focus Lens – ~$150
Pentax Super-Takumar f/2,5 135mm Manual Focus Lens – ~$80

Sekonic L-398A Studio Deluxe III Analog Incident and Reflected Light Meter – ~$180

Here’s a music video shot with the Krasnogorsk 3: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q-jrm0wvtk0

With these tools and ~10,000 feet of Kodak Vision2 film, I could shoot a feature film. Fear not, I’ll be adding more to this list as I find reasonable additions.

- Robert

I’ll do my best not to be a suicide.

- Robert

I can’t be certain if the reason it aggravates me is due to the fact that I am better than them and they feel they are equal in some way, the fact that these are the people I will need to rely on in order to get out of school, of if I’m just some asshole that hates anyone stupid.

Just to clarify, this isn’t just “ignorance” stupid, this is full blown “I don’t understand why I need to breathe” stupid. Every time one of these people ask a stupid question, which is numerous times per day, I come closer to snapping.

Sorry, I just needed to vent.

- Robert

I’m not trying to be arrogant about this, it’s just true. I’m smart. This class, not so much. I am too smart to be taking this class, and I have an entire month of it. It isn’t even Algebra II, where I might at least enjoy myself with slight complexities in equations. This class is Algebra I, a class I finished in 7th Grade. I asked to clarify, just to understand my impending suffering. So far today we have discussed the Real Number System and Fractions. Golly (I can’t wait to shoot myself)! I even called out the teacher when he was explaining sets and inclusiveness. The most “difficult” part of this class’, aside from me tearing my eyes out, will be “…probably rational expressions.” That was a direct quote.

Tomorrow I will discover how easy my other class will be. It’s subject: Computers, Science, and the Internet. If math is easy for me to figure out, this subject does my work for me. One of the projects… strike that, the Final Project in my “CSI” course: A simulated computer build. If you know me, then you know my reaction to this and are probably laughing as well. $1,500 budget and a requirement of using 5 different sources to purchase parts. <– Fuck that. I’m going to argue that down to two since the Course Director must be a moron: NewEgg & TigerDirect.

This entire month is a buffer to me. The simplest GPA booster since Broadcasting in High School. I’ll update my frustrations after class tomorrow. Boredom has set in.

- Robert

- Robert

To start with, it’s Back-To-School season. There were children everywhere. Black, white, hispanic, asian, all there. I’m not sure how many of the teenage mothers and fathers, who were getting school supplies for their senior year as well as their kids’ stuff, thought it was such a brilliant idea to go fuck-crazy so young, but congrats. Now all of you young sluts are destined to pass on these bad decisions to your kids so that you are a grandparent before the age of 30. If only you had taken that excessive energy and applied it to something, like say schooling, then you might have the option of doing something with your life. Instead you get to put your dreams in a box and take care of the product of a late-night romping. Idiots.

Hey fat people, stop eating so fucking much junk food. I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many powered scooters used by fat people, ever. Don’t even claim you had no choice. I had the same options. Eat fast food like it’s going out of style, or eat real food and work out. I chose the latter, and while I can’t compete in the Mr. Universe competition, I am healthy and fairly toned. The lady in front of me in the check out line bought four different large bags/boxes of candy. Popped one open on the way out of the store. I almost screamed, “Are you fucking kidding me?!” There are medical conditions that some have no control over (slow metabolisms as side effects of given diseases), but that only applies to a very minute percentage of chub-a-lubs.

These are just two of the aggravations I witnessed tonight. Another was drivers, but I’ve already touched on that one. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day.

- Robert

- Robert