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Season 01, Episode 01
If you are like me, you will need a good translator when buying a car in Morocco. Maybe three.
Morocco is a bilingual country. Arabic is spoken by almost everyone and French comes in a close second. Many people will switch back and forth between Arabic and French several times in one conversation. Very few people speak English, which is all I speak.
My wife Amy had spent weeks searching for a used car by internet and word of mouth. We had decided to take a break from looking for cars and spend some time in one of the local markets to shop for stuff for our new house. While wandering around some back alleys of Casablanca, I saw a classic Renault R4 that had been fixed up and painted bright red.
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.
Nate: This article is adapted from a couple blog posts and an article on photography Steve wrote a while back. Here are some tips on developing your Photographer's Eye along with simple things you can do to take better photographs. Remember, it's not the camera that takes great photos, it's the person behind the lens!
When you meet him in person, Steve Evans is a little like Clark Kent or Peter Parker. Intelligent. Mild-mannered. Unassuming. A reporter. You probably wouldn't notice him in a crowd. But, spend any amount of time with him and the facade quickly unravels.
Steve is a cultural researcher, communications specialist, and world-class photographer. He has posted over 2,500 photos to Flickr, each one better than the last. He travels extensively and (as of April, 2018) is currently based out of Kinshasa, in the Democratic Republic of Congo in Central Africa.
Nate Piekos (pronounced 'PEE-kos') is the man behind Blambot.com, a website well known in the comic book industry for fonts, lettering, and logo design.
It's not just the comic pros at Marvel and DC that use Nate's fonts though. Everyone from The New Yorker to Kellogg's Cereal to MTV to Hasbro to Hallmark have used Blambot fonts. Besides lettering comic books (which is an art in itself), designing fonts, and designing logos, he also keeps up a webcomic of his own called ATLAND and has written a few articles about his craft on Blambot.
The cool thing about Blambot is for most commercial fonts Nate releases on the site, he releases a free font as well for independent comic creators. Nate was good enough to answer a few questions for us recently.
Who am I to talk about sex and romance? I’ve never had either. I almost did, once. And it took a fair amount of time for my bruised little heart to get past the confusion of the moment. Recently, the closest I’ve come to a date was with a 'genius' at the 'bar' at the Apple store. He couldn’t help me.
My track record in the love department sucks. I have felt forgotten, used, dragged along and, worst of all, like a body double. I often share too much, too fast. Then, I develop ideas of what I think a person should do with that information. But they respond either not in the way I expect, or not at all. I then turn that disappointment into complete rejection and begin to tell myself that I have no hope at ever being in love. I’ve given away little bits of me to poor expectations and replaced them with cynicism.
I wish I had a better story to tell. I used to be a romantic. Most likely I still am. I still love Sleeping Beauty and Sense and Sensibility. I still sing with Bridget Jones as she lip-syncs to Celine Dion – 'All by myself, don’t wanna be, all by myself, anymore.'
The sky was spitting in the freshness of the evening. A slight breeze wandered down the narrow streets and caressed the small, arched bridges of the city. The night was to be yet another of reasonable weather and fair social happenings in this sprawling urban area.
My walk through the circular streets of the central part of the city had carried me round and round, breathing in the late fall air while enjoying the sights and sounds. Yet it was that corner, that turn into a certain place I will not soon forgot.
Short and terse was the man as he asked, 'How much?' to the woman through the half open door. It was a simple question, thinking back to the day now, yet it stuck with me so – the sight, the sound of their voices, the quandary of the questioner.
Her reply, without hesitation, was '60.'
My friend Johnny has had more jobs than anyone I know. Ask him to tell you a work story and you might hear about the evenings he spent at a recording studio supervising amateur musicians, or about the bizarre clients he has designed websites for, or maybe about the time he worked at a sausage factory and the machine broke, leaving him covered head to toe in sausage meat. I’m not making this up.
And then there’s my old flatmate, Ayesha, who looks like she's stepped out of the web page of a street fashion blog or a vintage clothing vendor on Etsy. Ayesha makes a living for herself buying clothing in thrift shops, then altering, modeling and photographing it, and selling it in online auctions for at least ten times the price.
I bet when you read the title to this article you were intrigued.
Now you’re saying to yourself, 'He’s right. I am intrigued! But why?'
The reason: we’ve all done it.
We’ve all tried looking busy at work when we’ve had absolutely nothing to do.
You pass papers back and forth across your desk at intermittent times throughout the day to make it seem as if you are reading important documents. We make multiple runs to the supply closet for our fourteenth bag of paperclips. How about swapping out random folders in the filing cabinet, regardless of whether you need them?