Stuff I post. It is a stream, sometimes conscious, sometimes subconscious and sometimes unconscious.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
DIY Anaglyphic images rig
This setup is by Hitesh Gusani, and is a sub 30K rig for taking great 3D photos. The images are captured individually on each cam using a singly jerry-rigged trigger. The trigger fires both the shutters at once. The images can then be made into 3D gifs or anaglyphic images or left-right 3d images. I've seen a cheaper setup that just uses two no-frills POS film cameras.
Update: Just checked out Hitesh's web site, the rig is apparently for sale, and he has got another Canon SX 200 IS rig to boot. I would have picked one of the two up, but I dont have 30 grand to spare atm.
Update 2: was thinking, wtf, if you can preview two images on the screen, then use the cross-eyes method, would you see a sterescopic image popping up right in front of the actual thing. So that's like double stereoscopy, my brain is boiling a bit now.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Adi's Stuff
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Khandala-Lonavala, again
Friday, June 18, 2010
Dat sign
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Bhaga and Anjuna
been too long since the last time I was here but things havent changed much, thankfully. Was missing those red rocks on Anjuna, they were so familiar when I got there though. I tracked myself a couple of years ago going up to a spot on a cliff overlooking the beach. Hard nostalgia. Went off-season too, was a calm and peaceful trip.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Wednesday, June 09, 2010
Monday, June 07, 2010
d2 notepad images
Sunday, June 06, 2010
Saturday, June 05, 2010
al13n pr0be inv4d3s ussss.....
3 times in one month
Have visited this spot three times in one month, made friends with the Gola walla, and basically cannot wait to go there as many times as possible. It's a local hangout for the couples from school, but it's exactly an hour's drive from the city. You can go down into the valley only when its not raining.
Going down is great, you follow a rivulet till you bump into a pool. There are a couple of tough parts en route, but the pool is worth it.
A slight drizzle, a re-assuring sun that dried you up whenever you got wet, a natural pool to lounge about in, and the sounds of flowing water mixed with the various birds of the Sahyadris. Feels good man. Not the sound of flowing water though, that gets irritating after about four hours. Went to sleep half in the water half out. Had a "feelsgoodman" moment when I woke up. Of all the things I have woken up under, this rock had something going - was the best sight to wake up to so far.
Friday, June 04, 2010
The bed on the top of the mountain
A two hour bus ride away from Dadar station, just before Lonavala, is a small lane off the main road, that leads all the way to Rajmachi. Rajmachi is a strange name as it stands for not one but two forts, and a village. This one is one of the more popular trekking spots in Maharashtra. Right on top is a three star hotel, two tanks, and a few houses that even have solar power. In one of these homes, is an ancient wooden bed, which was the cause of all the fuss.
There was a group of seven people, coming all the way from Bombay, and a few of them were quite a mess.The rains had soaked all the possessions of at least three of them. One fellow had torn footwear, and nothing to wear. Someone lent him a pair of spare slippers that were not meant for the rugged trekking at all. This fellow had a few cuts on his leg, but not hurt or tired any more than the next guy, he just felt he was.
There was another group of three people, and old man, and two kids. They were relatives of the people who stayed in the village on top, and had come all the way from Pune.
Right on top, was this warm house, with a stove that was busy with food. Bhakri, vegetables and dal were served to everyone, along with some papad and pickle. Everyone ate together, all the residents of the house, and the twelve odd guests who had saught shelter.
The thing was, after a healthy meal, and certain diversions for devious activities (the old man offered rum to everyone, everyone refused, and he promptly got drunk), everyone eventually came around to feeling sleepy. Now the smart trekkers had gotten along carrymats for the night, and plenty of insulation and spare clothing. There were some who were pretty damp, and shivering a bit, cursing the lack of footwear, and bleeding a bit from here and there. There were also some who were shit drunk and pissed. Ok, just one of each, no prizes for guessing. The thing between them, was a warm, comfortable, solid wooden bed.
Im just noting down something that was almost an incident, that happened the last time I went to Rajmachi. Going there again tomorrow, and new things might happen that will make me forget all about this. Who got to sleep on it? Well, the old man used to sleep on the bed every time he went there, and the place was owned by his brother's son. But the wailings of an amateur trekker from Mumbai getting a reality check on losing a few of his precious comforts in life won against the protests of a pissed drunk old d00d from Pune sleeping over in his nephew's place. I raged. Another trekker cleverly maneuvered himself next the the guy who thought he was hurt bad.
Ah well, I don't really care, and so shouldn't you. In fact, you probably have better things to do, so move along now. Day after tomorrow night, if everything goes well, I will be asleep on that bed.
There was a group of seven people, coming all the way from Bombay, and a few of them were quite a mess.The rains had soaked all the possessions of at least three of them. One fellow had torn footwear, and nothing to wear. Someone lent him a pair of spare slippers that were not meant for the rugged trekking at all. This fellow had a few cuts on his leg, but not hurt or tired any more than the next guy, he just felt he was.
There was another group of three people, and old man, and two kids. They were relatives of the people who stayed in the village on top, and had come all the way from Pune.
Right on top, was this warm house, with a stove that was busy with food. Bhakri, vegetables and dal were served to everyone, along with some papad and pickle. Everyone ate together, all the residents of the house, and the twelve odd guests who had saught shelter.
The thing was, after a healthy meal, and certain diversions for devious activities (the old man offered rum to everyone, everyone refused, and he promptly got drunk), everyone eventually came around to feeling sleepy. Now the smart trekkers had gotten along carrymats for the night, and plenty of insulation and spare clothing. There were some who were pretty damp, and shivering a bit, cursing the lack of footwear, and bleeding a bit from here and there. There were also some who were shit drunk and pissed. Ok, just one of each, no prizes for guessing. The thing between them, was a warm, comfortable, solid wooden bed.
Im just noting down something that was almost an incident, that happened the last time I went to Rajmachi. Going there again tomorrow, and new things might happen that will make me forget all about this. Who got to sleep on it? Well, the old man used to sleep on the bed every time he went there, and the place was owned by his brother's son. But the wailings of an amateur trekker from Mumbai getting a reality check on losing a few of his precious comforts in life won against the protests of a pissed drunk old d00d from Pune sleeping over in his nephew's place. I raged. Another trekker cleverly maneuvered himself next the the guy who thought he was hurt bad.
Ah well, I don't really care, and so shouldn't you. In fact, you probably have better things to do, so move along now. Day after tomorrow night, if everything goes well, I will be asleep on that bed.
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