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they’re off

slides01I did it! I wrapped up every neg and slide taken from 1988 to 2003, packed them in a box, and set it inside the back of a UPS truck. Shipped them off to be scanned by scancafe. About 2797 slides and 2936 negs. Total ~5733. Wow.

It kind of took me over this weekend, one of those big decisions that made itself. I thought I’d just send half, but I realized that everything from June 2003 on was already digital, either shot digitally or scanned by my lab when I processed the film. So I kept going and sent it all.

It was a big decision not just because of the cost, but because I’m sending off all of my images. It will take them two months to be scanned. What if they’re damaged or lost? Honestly, I don’t care. It felt great to have those big black binders emptied and packed for transformation. It’s all but impossible to see the tiny film images in there. Now I’ll have jpegs and be able to see what I have. I’ll use it or rid of it, and archive the rest. I didn’t send the grandpa images (yet), and everything else I have paper prints or scanned images of the important stuff. If it’s gone, it’s gone. I will be traumatized, but it’s great to feel that I could handle it and let them go. Before, the thought of losing my most adored possessions? Couldn’t do it. There were so many I had to pack them into a suitcase and take the bus to work (instead of the subway).

slides02I just made the UPS pickup and saw them into the truck myself. It felt fantastic—but I delight in getting rid of things or making things new and usable. I also donated a few books and clothes this weekend, and trashed the 100CDs full of pics that I’d converted to a few DVDs. Yay!

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grandpa’s house

This might be my best photo essay ever. I love it.

I’m behind on the Sri Lanka stories, of course. Pattabhi Jois died on May 18. He was 93. I’m beginning to feel like the trip will fade out of memory if I don’t write it soon.

It’s not a matter of procrastination but a lack of time (as usual). Any free time I have outside of work, teaching, and teacher training has been spent culling over a hundred CDs worth of images—in the end over 9,000 files. They were burned over time so everything was in chronological order, and I wasn’t sure what exactly was there. Now everything is ordered by place and topic, so I can find it and I know what I have.

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photo from forgotten essay on Oomoot, a center for the elderly in kyrgyzstan

In the process, I found photos I’ve totally forgotten about. Essays shot but never edited. Because after the work day (and school, and whatever else keeps me busy), there was no time. I did manage to put this photo essay on my grandpa’s house up last week. Though the images are from scanned contact sheets in plastic sleeves—scratchy with imprecise exposures—the result might be my best essay ever.

When I was almost finished going through the images (I began in February, a few weeks before Sri Lanka), I blew out my OS by hitting the power cord while installing software updates last Friday. Lost all the info (it was backed up, of course—in more than one place) but it’s been a nightmare time wise. Googling “restore time machine” did not give me the info I needed once the OS is reinstalled.

grandpa's kitchen. barberton, ohio, 2001
grandpa’s kitchen. barberton, ohio, 2001

(To restore a full system that’s been backed up on time machine using Mac OS X Leopard, go into applications, find Utilities >> Migration Assistant >> restore from Time Machine >> then choose your date. The only info I could find was about booting from the utilities disk, which I did not have).

That’s not quite complete. Regardless, with no time on my hands and too many pet projects in the balance, I need to redesign and reorder my website. It’s become unwieldy. I need to reorganize it, create a new home page, and use blogging software for the blog. Once again, I am overwhelmed by how much I want to do and how little time I have to do it.

This theme has gone on for years (no time!) and my desire to give time to the right places begs, as ever, to be satiated. Oh, this I must do. But how to do it, and pay the rent, is a real question.

xoA

Next: (maybe) ashtangis and other guests