welcome aboard ocsplorers

OCSPLORA (ox-PLOR-a) began as a project of Scatterseed Media Lab and continues as Scatterseed’s flagship project.

The goal is to connect creative revolutionaries with the people, stories, and ideas of the creative revolution. What’s the creative revolution? It’s a an idea that represents a movement away from comfort, consumerism, and selfishness towards adventure, creativity, and generosity.

Creative revolutionaries are changing the world, in big and small ways, for the better. We want to be a part of that movement and we want to show you what it looks like.

a quick-start guide to choosing a digital slr camera and lens

The Right Camera

I am a fan of Canon SLR cameras. I like their controls and the fact they can use virtually any manufacturer’s lenses including Nikon. Some people like Nikon’s controls better and feel more comfortable with them. The two companies compete so heavily there are practically head-to-head matches in all equipment. I’ll focus on Canon where I have more experience and will only reference Nikon equivalents occasionally.

My recommendation for anyone interested in buying a digital SLR (single-lens reflex) camera for the first time is to go with the Canon EOS Rebel XSi (450D) body for around $560. If you are interested in Nikon, the equivalent camera body is the D3000. The camera body is basically a small computer and will become obsolete roughly as fast. Spend your money on timeless lens technology, not rapidly evolving electronic technology. Read more…

travels with tea

Steve Evans (flickr.com/photos/babasteve/3618157129/)

I remember my first walk through the old city of Jerusalem.  My body was jet-lagged, walking with two of my best friends.  We started going down famed King David Street, and before long it was a scene I had never seen before.  The streets were so narrow and crowded that you had to squeeze your way through.  The men were yelling loudly in Arabic, and some of the women were fully veiled in dark black.  Lining the streets as far as the eye could see were small garage shops selling wooden camels, hookahs, and fancy chess boards.  For the record, camels do not live anywhere around Jerusalem.

The second the shopkeepers realized that three Americans were walking towards them, we heard a constant echo of a broken English, “Hello, hello, shopping?  Shopping?  English, shopping?  Hello?”   After about twenty minutes wandering lost through this new chaos we arrived at a bright green door that led to a clearing.  It seemed like the best way out and we were ready to leave the claustrophobic streets behind.  When we were just a few feet away from walking through the door, we were turned away by two confused armed guards yelling harshly at us in Arabic and pointing their guns up in the air. Read more…

get going: lessons learned in a barber shop

I used to talk about opening a barbershop like I talked about skating the big half-pipe at 8-Ball Skate Park. I learned all the lingo, purchased a membership and climbed to the top of the ramp. But every single time I got there, I’d look down at the twelve inches of vert and say, ‘Nah, not today.’ I’d follow that up with a myriad of excuses: too many people are on this one, I’m tired, I could do it but I don’t feel like it. The truth is, I didn’t know how. I loved the idea of it but never put practical methodology to my quest. More importantly, I didn’t even know why I wanted to do it. So when I was asked to think about this piece it crossed my mind that I have no idea how to open a business. Honestly, I googled it. But I do know why I opened a business and how to navigate through trouble. Here’s what I learned. Read more…

bad luck and good times on the appalachian trail

Darius, Chris and Jeff walking hardWe’re marching in the rain, single file along a wide mountain ridge. The sky flashes and a peal of thunder rolls above us. The ground’s getting muddy and my shoes are soaked through. My fancy rain jacket keeps the top half of me dry but not warm. You don’t remember how cold rain can be when you pack your rain jacket for a trip like this. You assume staying dry equals staying warm. Nope, I’m cold to the bone. My shorts are dripping and the handles of my trekking poles are spongy wet. The only way to get warm is to keep walking. And what else would I be doing? I’m on the Appalachian Trail.

The Appalachian Trail: the East Coast’s own icon of adventure and wilderness, your ticket to freedom and the majestic beauty of the natural world. Plus a few highways here and there, but you probably don’t even see them in the summer when the flora is in full bloom. This is the great outdoors. Over 2,000 miles of it, if you’re willing to walk the whole thing in one shot, from Georgia to Maine. It takes a person a good four to six months to hike it all straight through. It’s looking like it’s gonna take me a lifetime or two. Read more…

a complete and unabridged introduction to coffee

As I write in the early evening of this burgeoning spring day I do so with a mug of steaming coffee close at hand. The slim ring of bubbles circumnavigating the rim reflects the unforgiving light cast by the small desk lamp. Wisps of steam begin to fade as the coffee cools to meet the cool, nearly uncomfortable temperature of this older home in Southeast Portland. The brown of the desk nearly matches the hue of the coffee I now drink – the blackness of the coffee diluted with a hint of cream. It’s lovely, this cup of coffee that sits beside me, a constant companion, filling my senses with chocolate, citrus and sweetness of plum.

I blame my friend Jon. One harmless afternoon, a year and a half ago, we began talking about coffee, and I just haven’t been the same since. Thank goodness. It’s that conversation about coffee that began my own education – a journey he’s been on for some time now. Read more…

friends, food, and pepsi throwback: friday night dinner

We’ve been hosting Friday Night Dinner at our place for almost two years. We probably average about five Fridays out of every six. Maybe six out of seven. The others get lost to everyone having plans on the same night, or us being out of town.

Our fallback topic is lesbians. Lesbians and the lesbian lovers who love them. No one knows why. It just is. We mostly talk about work, church, television, our pasts, and current events, pretty much in that order. Women always outnumber men, usually three to one. The storytellers tell their stories while the armchair comedians throw in their one-liners. The three year old used to get all the attention until after dinner, when she would happily go to bed in our room until it was time to leave, but now her baby sister is stealing it away from her. Read more…