Simply

I love this commercial. Everytime I see it it gives me a warm feeling inside. I miss being a kid.

Saw this while walking through NYC with Alice after dinner tonight. Can anyone confirm or denounce whether this is a Banksy?

I have a crap load of photos I’ve been meaning to upload, but I’ve just been way too lazy about scanning them all.  (They’re mostly Polaroid and Instax photos.) Maybe I’ll get around to doing it this weekend (but probably not).

In the meantime, here are all the photos I’ve taken with my phone that have made it on to Flickr: http://www.flickr.com/photos/woochan/tags/takenwithphone/
And all the ones that are on Twitpic: http://www.twitpic.com/photos/woochan

Our beloved Kun Lin has taken a job in Washington D.C., so appropriately we had a going away party at Naked City. I picked up a LOL instant camera over at UO during the day, and while for some reason just offset a little bit turned out to be some fun stuff:

View the full set

Full set of photos here

Alice and I took a weekend trip to Las Vegas. It was incredibly relaxing and a welcome break from the busy day-to-day routine of a full time employee. We saw the Cirque de Soleil show “O” which is easily the most incredible of their shows in terms of scope, physical feats, visual beauty, music, and emotion. All of the Cirque shows are breathtaking in their own right, but “O” is easily a masterpiece theatrically. The highlight of our trip though was taking a driving tour with six other people from Las Vegas to the Grand Canyon. Along the way we stopped at Lake Mead, The Hoover Dam, and along Route 66 (at the town that inspired the Pixar movie “Cars”!) The scenery along the way was beautiful with wide open plains, large rock formations, and whimsical every-changing clouds. America is such a beautiful country, and the drive really made me understand what early settlers and Native Americans found so reverent about the land.

There are very few times when I’ve ever used the word “breathtaking” to describe something. Viewing the Grand Canyon is definitely one of the rare things that in one form embodies and surpasses the definition of the word. It left me speechless. There was a certain indescribable emotion that ran over me. A sense of man’s insignificance in contrast to the unmatched beauty of the world that surrounds him. I can honestly say that I have never in my life seen anything so incredible. Not even the Vatican or Mt. Fuji can compare to the sight of the Grand Canyon. The pure infinite expanse of land was so incredibly gorgeous, its beauty was incredibly overwhelming. The photos I took don’t do it any justice. It’s just one of those things you have to see for yourself, and every person should in their lifetime. I would love to one day go on a hiking tour down into the canyon, to experience it from a different, but no doubt just as incredible, vantage point.

Me+Alice’s bag, Alice+Kelsi, Jon+Kevin+Dane, B-day boy+frenz, Danielle+Nick, Hi Gerald, Alice+Me. Lomography 35mm 100 ISO film.

Full updated Fisheyeorama Summer 2009 set here

From top: Party, party, party, Hi Alice, 5Pointz NYC, Berry at Ocean Shores, Kubota Gardens x2. Fujifilm 400 ISO.

Spring fullset
Summer (so far) set

From top: Alice at Kubota Gardens, outside my house, Nick and Dave at beerfest, Gerald’s grad school graduation, Kubota Gardens x2. View the whole set here. Lomography 35mm 100 ISO film.

Uploaded my first roll of film from the White Angel Superfat camera (Costco did the developing and digitizing). For a supposed wide-angle lense I didn’t notice too much “wideness.” Nonetheless, aside from my stupid finger showing up in a bunch of the shots I’m fairly satisfied with how most of them turned out. Although, the actual prints don’t have the rich saturated color that these digital ones do. (Bad inks?)  I didn’t take this as an exercise in composing great shots. I find that with point and shoot cameras the photos turn out so much better if you actually, point and shoot. Don’t think. See it, want it, shoot it.

Afrodog meets Afrodog???

I think we have an impostor on our hands. Or worse, a clone.