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Cover for The Polaroid Project showing James Nitsch’s Polaroid Razor Blade, 1976.
See ‘Instant gratification’ in Eye 96: www.eyemagazine.com/review/article/instant-gratification
the wrinkle of saccharine sheets:
a frisson of gratification.
enervated eyes;
drained mouths;
abandoned hands;
hollow clothes;
the tranquility of ironed sheets:
a shiver of frustration.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
My paternal grandfather would have turned eighty today. He was a photographer by both passion and profession. One of his first jobs, in his teens, was operating the cameras at the local movie theater. He attended the Ray School of Photography and, during the time my father was growing up, operated a portrait studio. Part of his portrait work included school photography, and if you're reading this and have prints/slides marked "Collingwood Studios" or "M.E. Collingwood," you have a piece of my grandfather's work.
Having a photographer in the family led to a number of jokes about hands and flowers, and hundreds of pictures lying around. There also always seemed to be at least half-a-dozen cameras. And anyone who's ever heard my rants about camera equipment arrogance has heard me display an attitude I picked up from him.
This Polaroid SX-70 belonged to my grandfather. According to information I've found online, models with this serial number were manufactured in early 1979. I remember this camera occasionally coming out while I was growing up; it was my first exposure to "instant gratification" photography. Last Thanksgiving, while unpacking from a trip to see my father's side of the family, I discovered that my grandmother had slipped this camera into my suitcase. The print of the light is one that I took with the camera just this morning.
I'm (obviously) more into digital now but growing up with a film photographer in the family has left me with a healthy respect for it. I'll likely never completely depart from film. Grandpa, no doubt, would welcome digital, but there's still something to be said for earlier forms of photographic gratification...both instant and delayed.
December 11, 2010
Author Matthew O'Brien
Barnes & Nobles
Las Vegas, NV
I went to Matthew O'Brien's book signing to have his most recent book, My Week At The Blue Angel: And Other Stories from the Storm Drains, Strip Clubs, and Trailer Parks of Las Vegas signed. It was an excellent series of stories that shed a light on the unseen sides of Las Vegas. I highly recommend it! Check out his website.
after their recent nuptials held in a crockpot of all things.
duly noted: chaplain pepper is younger but appears older; the mrs. is older but appears younger. digicams don't lie. the couple is obviously HOT and worth a second look. godbless. during the honeymoon, these crazy fruits had: gratification without sin. they produced 3 fine starkrimson pears. as well, the chaplain and mrs were party to a fine little pasta dish. their appearance (and ultimate demise) gave this colorful concoction grace and intrigue.
V8 fusion rotini
all good and full of 'calories';
1/3-1/2 cup tricolor rotini
v8 fusion pomegranate blueberry
1 jalapeno
1 chaplain pepper
diced mrs persimmon
goya sazon w annatto
cheddar and/or parmiagiano reggiano
frozen peas
sea salt
water
combine all ingredients except cheese and peas in crockpot (littlered is tiny -1.5quart). cook on high for 2+ hours. test for al dente pasta. add cheese and maybe a little wine or v8. when the crockpot top dances, add frozen peas.rotini is the pasta of choice for littlered.takes a looonng time to cook. fine.
Padparadscha is my favorite color in Swarovski, but I've never been able to find a complementary color. Until now. I got these 'Cranberry Lined Peridot' Miyuki triangles, and they match perfectly. I got this pattern, titled Instant Gratification, from the Bead and button special issue Beading Stitches Basics. The pattern is designed by Dottie Hoeschen.
I took this during the PolaWalk at Sundance Square in Fort Worth.
The theme I set for myself was "Looking Up"
Impossible PZ 600 Silver Shade UV+ shot with a Polaroid Spectra 1200si
ahh hello, flickr! I haven't been here in a while! i've been so busy! but my lovely roommate (not pictured) bought a camera for me and it's instant :) we had an ugly sweater party and the camera was a huge hit! this is my best friend tara and I :)
Bought a Contax G2 a couple weeks ago and have been having the film scanned at the local Walgreens to immediate gratification. I look forward to finally sending some off to my professional lab ;)
Contax G2 // Fuji 800Z (f/2 @ 1/60)
Water has no taste, no color, no odor; it cannot be defined, art relished while ever mysterious. Not necessary to life, but rather life itself. It fills us with a gratification that exceeds the delight of the senses.
--ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPERY (1900-1944), Wind, Sand, and Stars, 1939--
(Baumine stream and one of its countless waterfalls, at the foot of the Aiguillon Pass, Canton de Vaud, Switzerland)
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This session is not going to tell you what you should eat or how much exercise to take rather it's going to use the natural deep relaxation of hypnosis to 'program' your mind to be committed to long term health and safety (and survival) over short term gratifications. Download Stick to your Diabetic Diet now and invest in your long term fitness and life.
Correct me if I'm wrong. When I grew up it seems that consequences — cause and effect — not just the immediacy of gain and gratification were ingrained in day-to-day lessons; in experience.
Here's a case-in-point arising out the horrendous floods that have bedevilled SE Australia for months and months. As a child I knew where my milk came from: Molly, the cow. I was surrounded by dairy cows. When the notion of bulk tankers to replace 10 gallon milk cans was mooted it caused an uproar. Sure, those cans when full of precious cow juice were heavy. But they were picked up in a new pink truck owned by the neighbour's brother. This was a small, close-knit community where everyone supported everyone else. A bulk tanker would be easier, more profitable. But not for the man with the pink truck.
We lived on a ridge. That's because, in a loop of a river prone to flooding especially when rain and a king tide coincided, the ridges were that which remained high and dry. Of course, when the river did break out of its banks the pink truck couldn't collect the milk. Nor could a bulk tanker. We hear this flood season of hundreds of thousands of litres of milk running to waste because those bulk tankers are no better at getting through floods than they were way back then. What was different then was that this little, tight community had a flood boat; a flat bottomed jobby that could negotiate the flooded farms and just push up onto a flooded slope to drop off supplies AND backload those full milk cans where a truck could get them to the plant for processing. Could they do that with bulk vats? No! Now we see the consequences of that short-sighted focus on the immediacy of a biased gain for one and a loss for another; a powerless other. Shame. Now everyone loses.
Here's another consequence. Remember that bold, early flowering berry? The consequence of doing that thing — planting, maintaining, nurturing — is here to see. The flowers, pollinated against all odds by our likewise nurtured bees, will soon enough stain my fingers and adorn my table. There it is again— cause and effect — not just the immediacy of gain and gratification; the long game, a vision and a reward. Which would you choose?
After another night of crying and self gratification the emperor had a talk with a stormtrooper who told him "chicks dig pirates, just look at all the action Han Solo gets." So Palpy got his bandana and gave it a go. But that didn't even get him a second look, although the stormtrooper did get a laugh at the emperor's expense.
St Margaret, Luddington-in-the-Brook, Northamptonshire
Leaving Great Gidding, I decided to defer gratification and not head straight on to my long-intended goal of Little Gidding, but to head in the opposite direction to Luddington in the Brook, about a mile to the west. This didn't appear to be in my Huntingdonshire Pevsner, and after cycling for a few hundred yards I discovered the reason why, as I passed a sign welcoming me to Northamptonshire. The village is delightful, but I couldn't see the church even though it was on my map. I asked a bloke washing his car, and he directed me up a back lane to where I could see the pretty stone spired church across a field of sheep. A footpath led me through the field, much to the surprise of the sheep, and the little church was in a tiny churchyard accessible from the field.
It was locked without a keyholder notice, but the real star here is the huge range of grotesques and gargolyes clustered along the top of the walls. Fascinating. By now it was the hottest part of the day, but as I turned south- eastwards for the first time it was into a fairly strong wind full of Sahara dust which would keep me company all the way back to Huntingdon.
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A pleasant cycle ride in the Huntingdonshire Wolds, on the brightest, warmest day of the year so far. I set the alarm for 5am and got up to make coffee, have breakfast and see the world grow light. At a quarter to six I cycled down to Ipswich station and caught the 0600 train to Peterborough. Arriving at 0730 I lugged my bike across the long bridge to the far platform to catch the train to Huntingdon, where I arrived at 0800. Huntingdon is on the east coast main line, but this is a small station - the woman inspecting tickets looked at mine in disbelief. "You came from Ipswich this morning? You must have started early!"
I pushed my bike into the High Street and Market Place, and bought provisions for the day. The market was being set up, and few of the shops were open. It was pleasing to walk around a small town getting itself ready for the day when I had already travelled almost a hundred miles. I set out along the ancient Great North Road, the Roman Ermine Street, for a cycle ride in the Wolds. Over the course of the next eight hours I would visit 17 churches, of which I saw the inside of eight. It must be said that most of the others had keyholder notices, but I wanted to get as many churches for my money as possible (£35 for a day return!), and so only went for a key twice. Having said that, it was clear that west Cambridgeshire, the former Huntingdonshire, is not as good for open churches as south Cambridgeshire or east Cambridgeshire. My real goal for the day was Nicholas Ferrar and T S Eliot's Little Gidding, but there would be other delights and surprises in store. It would be a day of stone churches and stone spires, of gargoyles and grotesques, of almost no stained glass at all, medieval or otherwise, except for one fabulous moment. It would be a day of hazy hills and lots of spires off in the distance that brought A E Houseman to mind.
These days our main interests aim towards our immediate self-gratification while the interests beneficial to our health gain little contemplation.
These days our main interests aim towards our immediate self-gratification while the interests beneficial to our health gain little contemplation.
We keep putting off workouts. One day becomes a week, a week soon becomes a month and soon we have no time to workout at all.
We get older everyday and everyday we near death. You aren’t getting any younger and physical exertion will only get harder and harder. Get off your @$$.
I know this is low quality, but hey, I felt I needed to make a self-motivating photo to keep myself on track with a workout program that I completely hate to the utmost. No idea why I had to post it to Flickr though. Meh... like everyone else, I just want some attention =)
When two or more colors are adjacent to each other on the color wheel its forms an analogous scheme. These colors will blend together effortlessly because they lack any contrast.
"...erotophonophilia which is sexual arousal or gratification contingent on the death of a human being." - Wikipedia
The people often protrude their tongue as a sign of happiness, gladness, gratification and show to welcome you. The meaning is quite different than those in Western customs.
"Texture and foliage keep a garden interesting through the season. Flowers are just moments of gratification." Doyle.
My Hennah Elements stamps finally arrived, yippee! Details on my blog at amusingmichelle.blogspot.com.au/2014/06/a-case-of-delayed...
Last year I got here so late the place had run out of chicken AND brisket. This year, I wasn't fooling around, got there at 8 pm, and even though I had to wait over 30 min. for food, I got the full 3-meat combo. I sat next to an older couple who used to live in NYC, and they said, "You can't get BBQ like this in New York!" I just had to correct them: Hill Country Market, Virgil's, Daisy May's, Mabel's, Dinosaur BBQ, Blue Smoke, Brother Jimmy's - and that's just within the city limits! There's Famous Dave's, Smokey Bones and Smokin Al's out on Long Island. Maybe they left NYC before the BBQ trend hit.
LOLA Day 175
Looks like a start to a great day! Flowers from S waiting on my desk, because she thought I could use a smile. Got myself a Starbucks before getting into the office and the sun is shining.
We live in an instant gratification society. We all want everything right now. We wish away minutes, hours and days and even years so we can get to that perfect moment where we will finally be happy and everything will be as it should be. We need to learn patience, to slow down and let life happen. Those hours and minutes you are wishing away you can not get back, and you don't know what will happen........illness, accidents, milestones, and if you are wishing away precious time you may end up regretting it. Remember no good or bad, it's all just part of life and we have been given this opportunity to experience it all.
Moral of today's story, SLOW DOWN!! Let yourself relish in the moment. It takes practice to let it all go and just relax and be in the moment, so may as well start now. Let life happen, don't force it.
Quotes for today:
*Taking time to do nothing often brings everything into perspective -Doe Zantamata
*“Let everything happen to you
Beauty and terror
Just keep going
No feeling is final”
― Rainer Maria Rilke
*Slow down and enjoy life. It's not only the scenery you miss by going too fast - you also miss the sense of where you are going and why - Eddie Cantor
*Don't try to rush things that need time to grow -unknown
I liked the idea behind this indie magazine when I heard about it around Christmas. First issue arrived a week or two ago: I review it here.
(incidentally, low light and tiredness make terrible photos)
had a lot of fun with this shoot
now I'm glaring at my phone waiting for the little light to flash telling me that the person I hope to have pictures like this with someday has responded to me.
instant gratification <<<<<<<