Asia News (January Edition)

I haven’t written up a post about Asia in a while, so here’s a mishmash of stuff. Nothing photography-related here.

  1. Peking University – 79
  2. Tsinghua University – 70
  3. Zhejiang University – 66
  4. Fudan University – 46
  5. Renmin University of China – 30
  6. Shanghai Jiaotong University – 25
  7. Sun Yat-sen University – 22
  8. Nanjing University – 20
  9. South China University of Technology – 18
  10. Huazhong University of Science and Technology and Wuhan University – 17 (tie)

High five to Christiana for this gem:

Attiba Jefferson x Ty Evans x Panasonic GH2 Skate Video

ATIBA EVANS Panasonic GH2 Skate from skatefairy on Vimeo.

Atiba Jefferson and Ty Evans test the Lumix GH2 DSLR camera for Panasonic. Originally shot 1080i for Panasonic CES 2011 show. Nostalgic film mode with no color grading to show image straight out of the camera. This version de-interlaced and compressed for the web.

Lumix G Vario HD 14-140mm/F4.0-5.8
Lumix G Pancake 20mm/F1.7
Lumix G Fisheye 8mm/F3.5
Lumix G Vario 7-14mm/F4.0
Leica DG Macro-Elmarit 45mm/2.8

Official Panasonic Lumix GH2 site:

Original Music
Noah Lennox
“Atiba Song”
Panda Bear
Noah Lennox
Paw Tracks Records 2010

Purple Tie

Purple Tie

Random image of a random guy standing at the Ferry Building, San Francisco.

I don’t really like this image, in terms of photography, but this one’s in honor of The Sartorialist, not that I’m putting us in the same category/rank or anything. High five to Esther for pointing me to his blog. Check out this recent video about the fashion designer turned photographer:

By the way, not sure if I’ll get a chance to punch out another post before the weekend–I’m chaperoning/driving the yutes youth to Tahoe. Have a great weekend!

I Have a Thing for Orange

I Have a Thing for OrangeNot sure why, but like the title says, I have a thing for orange. Remember this one?

Anyways, the bikes not even in focus and I chopped off his head and shoes, so nothing special about this picture but oh well. I like orange.

I still need to sell my bike. Maybe I need to wait until the weather gets a little better. Btw, that’s Kim and Melissa (students from 2010) in the background.

Self-reflection (Christmas, 2010)

Self-portrait (Christmas, 2010)

I realized I don’t have a lot of pictures of myself. No, I’m not a narcissist, but I was looking for a new profile picture to use and couldn’t find one.

Another day and another year older now. This time of year always makes me reflect (can a pun be made using an image?) on “the state of the jen.” I don’t know if I have much to show for by the standards of the world. I have no job (and therefore no money), no house (that I can call my own), and no family (that I’m responsible for).

My birthday depresses me, but I love Christmas. Why? Because it’s the most wonderful time of the year? Actually, no. It’s quite the opposite. I seldom write about my thoughts, much less my beliefs, but the Christmas I know always reminds me of hope. Check out this article over at the TGC blog.

..[the author] heard from someone about how difficult Christmas would be because of some heartbreak in their family. There was utter hopelessness and devastation. Christmas would be impossible to enjoy because of the freshness of this pain. It’s been a story very hard to forget.

We have it sunk deep into our collective cultural consciousness that Christmas is for the happy people. You know, those with idyllic family situations enjoyed around stocking-strewn hearth dreams. Christmas is for healthy people who laugh easily and at all the right times, right? The successful and the beautiful, who live in suburban bliss, can easily enjoy the holidays. They have not gotten lost on the way because of the GPS they got last year. They are beaming after watching a Christmas classic curled up on the couch as a family in front of their ginormous flat-screen. We live and act as if this is who should be enjoying Christmas.

But this is backwards. Christmas—the great story of the incarnation of the Rescuer—is for everyone, especially those who need a rescue.

Christmas is for those whose lives have been wrecked by cancer, and the thought of another Christmas seems like an impossible dream. Christmas is for those who would be nothing but lonely if not for social media. Christmas is for those whose marriages have careened against the retaining wall and are threatening to flip over the edge. Christmas is for the son whose father keeps giving him hunting gear when he wants art materials. Christmas is for smokers who cannot quit even in the face of a death sentence. Christmas is for prostitutes, adulterers, and porn stars who long for love in every wrong place. Christmas is for college students who are sitting in the midst of the family and already cannot wait to get out for another drink. Christmas is for those who traffic in failed dreams. Christmas is for those who have squandered the family name and fortune—they want “home” but cannot imagine a gracious reception. Christmas is for parents watching their children’s marriage fall into disarray.

Christmas is for those who will find it the hardest to enjoy. It really is for those who hate it most.

I love Christmas, no matter what I’m feeling inside.

Side thought: do people really know what they’re singing about when they sing those Christmas carols about a holy night and something about bringing joy to the world?

Image taken at the Westin St. Francis last week when I was taking the foreigners Canadians on part of my “SF on the cheap” tour: the Wonkavators (Willy Wonka’s elevator).