고마워요 엄마
you know, Mom
I’d like the way you smile
(and sometimes pretending to scold me)
when I deliberately did my misdemeanor action
as if you consent my minor wrong-doings
you exactly know that I need to cross the line once in a while
and I know that you knew that somehow I’m aware of the boundaries
yet you give me your utmost understanding
that I crave in balancing the good and wild side of me
for I’m sick of being a good girl all the time

I hope you know how much I hold dear your understanding, caring and trust
YOU’RE THE BEST
I LOVE YOU, MOM
MUACH . . .

When Vincent Laforet released Reverie last year, the digital revolution seemed poised to sweep across the world of moviemaking. Shot entirely on a prototype of Canon’s then yet-to-be-released EOS 5D Mark II, the short film revealed the camera’s extraordinary low-light sensitivity and HD video capabilities, all with the photographer’s choice of lenses. It appeared to be an all-in-one movie studio replacement.

The fact that HD video and cinematic quality was being offered at consumer rates thrilled the online video community. “Laforet’s, in particular, showed off the real upside of working with the 5DII’s light-sensitive sensor: When you can work with smaller lights, your production budget goes much farther,” said photographer and End User writer Ryan Brenizer in an e-mail.

It seemed that a few big Hollywood studios would no longer dominate our viewing agenda, that an indie revolution was imminent and that the dam on a reservoir of creativity had been destroyed. But that has not been the case. So why are we not awash in studio-quality, low-budget flicks? The answer is complex, and it zeros in on an ever more important relationship between the tools of production and the actual talent of filmmaking — the two of which people often confuse. [read]

Sample EOS 5D Mark II Video: Reverie

You are not me
and
I am not you

that’s why we need to understand each other

I’m glad not only that I got great brothers but also fabulous sisters in law too
Thanks God
I’m so grateful

. . . to dream

Era o dimineata de vara, inainte de rasarit. Stateam la o masa si ma uitam la barul terasei. Era masiv, din lemn cu o gramada de recipiente puse pe niste rafturi in centrul barului. Barmanul, un coleg de prin Ubisoft, spala paharele la un aparat. Undeva intr-un colt in spatele meu ma astepta cineva sa jucam un Heroes 3. Am vazut monitorul de 14′, galben de vechi ce era si unitatea de Pentium I. M-am indreptat inspre bar cu torsul calculatorului in urechi si am cerut o cola/pepsi. Barmanul era cu spatele si aranja paharele pe rafturi. S-a intors si era Ghirisanu. (Omu asta e demn de un roman. E cel mai scrufulos prieten pe care l-am avut in viata mea. Sa zicem doar ca e “capabil” de cele mai imorale chestii posibile pe lumea asta si chiar se mandreste cu asta. Motivul pentru care cuvantul capabil era intre ghilimele este: pana nu le face nu pot sa stiu sigur daca chiar le poate insa din cate ii cunosc moralitatea… cam poate. Mai este un motiv, cel principal. Pentru ca nu-i prea iese. E cel mai goofy infractor posibil si reuseste sa faca o comedie din orice marsavenie. Mi-am petrecut o buna parte din vacantele de vara la 4X86le lui, unde am luat contact pentru prima oara cu Starcraft, Warcraft, Anno 1602 si Heroes. In fine… imi plac visele ca-mi aduc aminte de oameni si chestii pe care le-am uitat… el e acum prin America si probabil sta cu ceva gang planificand urmatoarea metoda de a face bani “usor”.)

Mi-a zambit si mi-a intins un pahar de plastic alb, cu capac si pai, ceva in genul celor de la McDonalds insa mai mic. Mi-a zambit din nou. Atunci mi-am dat seama ca trebuie sa distrug ceva… ceva de pe terasa aia. Nu stiam ce dar parea un comp in mintea mea. Mi-a zis ca tot ce trebuie sa fac pentru ca explozibilul sa fie activ e sa salivez prin pai in pahar.

Am strans saliva si am “impins-o” prin pai in pahar. Stiam ca urmeaza sa explodeze repede asa ca am aruncat paharul cu suc inspre obiectul neclar care se afla dupa bar. Am ratat. Paharul s-a lovit de partea interioara a barului si sucul s-a imprastiat inainte sa explodeze. Ghirisanu mi-a oferit un al doi-lea pahar. Pe asta am reusit sa-l arunc peste.

. . . even without your actual presence

the warrior…

crouched under the shadows of his pliable shield.

the light crystal…

crushed and scattered by the breeze that once calmed this being.

a thin mist of long-forgotten warmth,

lingering from time to time…

Will you regret the things you are doing now when you grow old?

thanks for being nice
it’s been a while since the favor that I asked you for
yet you continue in doing so
so appreciate you
your today’s morning greeting especially
Thank You
Thank God

I can talk the talk
but can’t walk the walk
-sad-

Berharap ditelepon atau dikirimi pesan singkat, saya duduk ditempat tidur saya dan memegang telepon genggam. Suara percakapan orang tua saya terdengar dari ruang tengah. Percakapan yang saya tinggalkan tanpa alasan, karena saya harus memusatkan diri pada telepon itu. Saya berharap ditelepon atau dikirimi pesan singkat. Selama saya makan, saya mengunyah makanan dengan berkonsentrasi pada telepon itu, siapa tahu telepon itu akan berbunyi. Dan, dia tidak berbunyi. Tidak bersuara. Tidak bergetar. Telepon itu diam seribu bahasa. Diam seperti malam. Diam tanpa suara. Sekarang saya menatap telepon itu, kenapa tidak berdering? Kenapa tidak bergetar?

Saya berharap ditelepon atau dikirimi pesan singkat, namun tidak ada telepon dan tidak ada pesan singkat. Saya duduk ditepi jendela, memandang langit dengan memegang telepon genggam. Langit indah sehabis hujan, namun tidak ada pelangi, padahal katanya pelangi hadir sehabis hujan. Saya dengar keluarga saya melakukan kegiatan rutin, mengobrol sehabis makan malam. Namun saya tidak peduli, saya hanya peduli pada telepon yang saya harapkan itu. Saya ingin telepon itu berbunyi.

Namun telepon itu tidak berbunyi.

Saya memandang langit, suara kodok yang bernyanyi bersahut-sahutan dengan suara bass mulai terdengar. Saat untuk tidur akan segera tiba, dan telepon itu tidak pernah berbunyi. Tidak ada telepon dan tidak ada pesan singkat.

so overwhelmingly entertaining
Beyond Maximum

do the ultimate effort
to be as precious as they took me

it is less as a burden
more like a duty
to give back what I got

hope can carry the responsibility honorably

However,
day by day there’s an increasing concern about something
something that I do too want to stop
as it is their source of apprehension
nonetheless
I can’t do anything beyond my power

In spite of that
I want them to know
that I’m fine

as a matter of fact
I’m happy
fairly happy

time has passed without her even knows it

she can’t stop the time
she knows it
she can only enjoy her moment

she’s realize
if it’s all that she can achieve
that’s fine
as long as
it rains at dawn
well then,
it’s enough for her

Reverie S/S 2010 Collection

Reverie is LIVING FASHION with their S/S 2010 Collection. Here are some of our favorite looks from the new collection.

x.11.2009 Viermuiala:  Era o vreme umeda de toamna si trotuarul de langa farmacia de baza a satului Apahida era acoperit de balti si noroi. Am zarit ceva viermuindu-se in supa aia. N-am vrut sa calc pe creatura asa ca m-am oprit si m-am uitat la ea. Era o rama jucausa. Se comporta ca un catel care te recunoaste si da din coada. Chiar si-a ridicat unul din capete insa habar n-aveam daca era coada sau capul (de parca ar conta). Nu aveam chef de ea asa ca am hasait-o. A inceput sa alunece cu viteza din ce in ce mai mare si se tot misca in fata pasilor mei. M-am gandit intr-o clipa sa o calc insa mi-am amintit ce mi s-a predat in generala despre viermii astia. Se pot inmultii prin diviziune. Pfuck… m-am gandit. Singurul lucru mai enervant decat o rama annoying e doua rame annoying.

Atent, sa nu o calc, desi parea ca are instinct de autoconservare, am inceput sa ma misc mai repede. Rama, ca sa tina pasul a inceput sa creasca si in lungime si in grosime. La stanga mea era un gardulet viu care limita o gradina de bloc plina cu buruieni. Rama s-a arcuit si a sarit peste garduletul viu. Am rasuflat putin usurat si am pasit mai departe grabit. Cu coltul ochiului am observat rama sarind pe zidul blocului si de acolo inapoi in fata mea. Era transformata. In loc de rama, acum era o omida cu mult par galben pe burta. Parea sa aiba niste antenute in mijlocul cercurilor de par galben pe care le misca inspre mine. Am luat-o la fuga si am ajuns in dreptul postului de politie. Pe sosea, doi politisti dirijau circulatia. Am urlat speriat la ei sa ma ajute sa scap de omida. Unul din ei a scos pistolul insa nu-mi doream sa o impuste.

M-am trezit si am mers la munca. Dupa cateva ore mi-am dat seama de unde venea creatura aia. Colega din stanga mea testeaza un joc in care trebuie sa-i arunce de mancare unei omide imense care se leagana in stanga si dreapta cu un zambet tamp pe chip care teoretic tre’ sa te imbie sa-i dai polen sau ce naiba mananca in jocul ala.

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Anyone hoping to buy a DSLR and fluidly enter the world of motion might want to read Wired’s Raw File blog first. There’s a big story on the technical challenges you may face if you’re an underequipped newbie. Stuff like the “jello effect” (previously seen only in swimsuit season) and a lack of manual control while using the video function.

“The more one learns about necessary software and conversions, the more one realizes how desperately the whole industry needs universal hardware and software standards,” writes Brian Seibel in “Hi-Def DSLRs May Be Cheap, But Talent Is Priceless.”

The piece kicks off with a discussion of Vincent Laforet’s films Reverie and Nocturne:

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When Vincent Laforet released Reverie last year, the digital revolution seemed poised to sweep across the world of moviemaking. Shot entirely on a prototype of Canon’s then yet-to-be-released EOS 5D Mark II, the short film revealed the camera’s extraordinary low-light sensitivity and HD video capabilities, all with the photographer’s choice of lenses. It appeared to be an all-in-one movie studio replacement.

The fact that HD video and cinematic quality was being offered at consumer rates thrilled the online video community. “Laforet’s, in particular, showed off the real upside of working with the 5DII’s light-sensitive sensor: When you can work with smaller lights, your production budget goes much farther,” said photographer and End User writer Ryan Brenizer in an e-mail.

It seemed that a few big Hollywood studios would no longer dominate our viewing agenda, that an indie revolution was imminent and that the dam on a reservoir of creativity had been destroyed. But that has not been the case. So why are we not awash in studio-quality, low-budget flicks? The answer is complex, and it zeros in on an ever more important relationship between the tools of production and the actual talent of filmmaking — the two of which people often confuse.

Canon’s announcement last month of their latest model, the EOS 1D Mark IV, was coupled with another release by Laforet, using a Mark IV prototype. Again shooting under tight time restrictions and using no additional lighting, the short, Nocturne, immediately became the subject of intense internet chatter.

Video enthusiasts were thrilled by news of the expanded ISO range and ability to shoot at 24, 25 and 30fps at full 1080p, but before many had the opportunity to see the movie, Canon requested it be pulled. No official explanation has been offered by either the company or Laforet himself, although it has been noted his use of Zeiss lenses during production may be the cause. The incident is just the latest in a series of missteps and blunders which has caused consternation amongst potential subscribers to the DSLR as movie camera.

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Provocative stuff, right? Click here to read the rest.

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not too early
not too late

(Mii tare ciuda ca uit visele daca nu le scriu. Bine, chiar daca le scriu o sa le uit dar macar am un loc de unde ma pot reconecta la ele. In ultimul timp n-am avut chef de scris desi mi-am dat seama ca fara sa ma gandesc cat de cat seara ca trebuie sa-mi amintesc visele, ele se disipa si dispar in mine precum un cub de zahar care se topeste pe limba si peste cateva minute nici macar nu-i mai simti dulceata – bine… poate ai noroc sa mai gasesti pe undeva printre dinti vreun pic . Aici o sa scriu cateva franturi de vise din ultimele 10 zile. A ramas putin din ele deoarece mi-am scris doar cuvinte cheie intr-un carnetel. Astea ar fi fost de ajuns daca as fi scris visul in ziua in care l-am trait.
x.11.2009 Sergentu: M-am intalnit cu Sergiu Rusu, un bun prieten din copilarie. Am trecut pe la el pe acasa si am luat dacia crem, veche si decojita. Ne grabeam sa atingem varful unui deal care semana cu Taietura Turcului. Graba era datorata unei probleme cu energia electrica a comunitatii din care faceam parte. Tatal lui, urma sa porneasca un generator pe undeva prin spatele dealului. Ajunsi undeva la poale ne-am dat seama ca nu o sa mai apucam sa vedem momentul declansarii si ca o sa trebuiasca sa ne multumim privind furtunul negru. Totusi am vazut si momentul declansarii dar asta se datora doar posibilitatii de a vedea chiar si lucrurile care nu sunt in raza ta vizuala (asa cum ni se arata in filme, cu camera movements, defapt asa cum probabil cineastii s-au inspirat din vis). Apoi am vazut cum tasneste apa namoloasa din furtun.

x.11.2009 Vrei o felie?: Eram in Apahida langa blocul meu, impreuna cu M. Din scara cealalta a iesit Andrei Apahidean, (un alt bun prieten din copilarie) si ne-a invitat la el. Eram asezati la masa si a deschis o cutie mare cu pizza din care ieseau aburi care te imbiau la devoreala. In momentul urmator, am pus mana pe o felie si am inceput sa mananc cu pofta. Ingredientul de care ma bucuram cel mai mult era porumbul caldut care se lasa mai greu mestecat. Intre timp, Andrei a inceput sa-i atinga picioarele M-ei. M, statea nemiscata si inghitea in sec. Nu stia cum sa reactioneze. Andrei era pana la urma prietenul meu. Nu stia cat de puternica e prietenia mea cu Andrei asa ca nu-si dadea seama daca e ok ca el sa se comporte asa (de parca daca am fi fost cei mai buni prieteni ar fi fost OK sa o atinga… ha!). La faza aia m-am infierbantat si l-am intrebat cum dracu isi permite sa faca treaba aia, indiferent de gradul nostru de prietenie.

x.11.2009 Chocolat:  Treceam pe o straduta care parea din Gheorgheni dar imi era necunoscuta. Dadeam incet cu picioarele in frunzele cazute dupa coasa mortii tomnatice cand mi-a atras atentia un restaurant. Era o cladire maro cu geamuri mari la care am vazut-o pe Andreea Silaghi. Eram… oh my god! De cand nu te-am vazut – de prin liceu! Noroc ca geamul pe langa care treceam era deschis si m-a auzit. Lucra ca si ospatar acolo si purta o tava pe un servet cu mana stanga, mana de catre geam. Avea parul desfacut, asa cum de putine ori ii l-am vazut. Era superba si mi-a zambit. M-a salutat cu mana dreapta, arcuindu-se putin in spate ca sa-i vad mana din spatele tavii. M-am apropiat de geam si ea ma astepta sprijinindu-se cu coatele de un gemulet mic de la bucatarie. Dinauntru venea un miros bestial de ciocolata. Eram putin incurcat si nu stiam ce sa-i zic, tinand cont ca ne cunosteam asa de putin si mie nu-mi place small talkul. Cu toate astea, m-am lasat purtat de pofte si am intrebat-o daca au mousee au chocolat (desi cred ca ma gandeam la Quo Vadis si la prajitura lor “mortala” – death by chocolate. – (acuma lucid cred ca imi amintesc sa fi mancat si mouse au chocolat prin Londra, pe banii Tatianei – asta am zis-o nu cu mandrie ci cu privirea plecata, giving credits to her.) Andreea a chemat o tanti mai batranica si durdulie de la bucatarie. Nu aveau, dar am cerut the next best thing, un tiramisu. Am apucat sa-l gust, si parca pudra amara si usoara de cacao mi s-a lipit de caile respiratorii cand bucata de blat s-a lovit de limba, starnind praful alimentar si trezirea. Era tare bun. ( A doua zi aveau tiramisu in tavi la cantina. Si la noi e foarte bun tiramisu insa il aduc cu o zi inainte ca sa stea la rece pana ziua urmatoare. Nu era gata inca asa ca mi-au zis ca nu pot sa-mi dea. Mi-am luat alta prajitura da nici macar nu-mi amintesc de care, din cauza dorului de tiramisu pe care-l aveam. Data vitoare o sa insist, chiar daca s-ar putea sa ma trezesc doar cu o mazga amorfa in farfurie. Credits for cuvantul de mazga in legatura cu mancare la cantina merg la Eugen Popescu, colegu’ meu de la TRC. )

I thought tonight after I got home from working at Reverie and walking the dogs in the wind storm I would try and make portable pineapple upside down cakes, or cupcakes if you will. You know, in my spare time.

However since it starts with melted butter and brown sugar and the fact that they are upside down it’s not like I could put them in paper cups.  Also the pineapple rings are a tad bit bigger then the bottom of my large size muffin cups.

But try I did.  I think they need work and I haven’t tasted them but it certainly was fun to try.  Granted I usually make my pineapple upside down cake in a cast iron skillet and heat up the butter and sugar in the oven while I’m making the batter.  But my first attempt I ended up making caramel from overheating the butter and sugar and once it started to cool was more like toffee.  So the batter sat while I redid that portion, arranged the pineapple which works better to tear the ring and overlap it so the batter doesn’t seep below the pineapple.

I think I understand more the difficulties from making this classic into a mini and next time they will turn out better.  But for now here is a quick peek.

among those lucky days in town
there is indeed unlucky one
Not a reason to be bogged down though

Just a little bump on the road won’t do

Sono lieto di segnalarvi la nuova iniziativa dei Reverie:

My plans to walk the dogs last night were completely thwarted by the ridiculous pounding, pouring, torrential rain.

That and the fact that Missy and Sophie even in her coat and on leashes thrilled to go out had no desire to step outside the door when I opened it.  I let them have their way and retreated back into the sofa to watch the news, I mean the reports about the weather with a few MINOR events thrown in like Obama visiting China.

Watch the weather reports and make muffins that is….

I have been working on a couple savory muffin recipes for Reverie.  Last weeks was a spinach, feta and pine nut muffin.  I took two different versions to work for feedback and the feedback was “more feta” also onion.  But with the pine nuts and feta these were getting quite spendy and I don’t know if they will be profitable.  But they are yummy.  Perhaps buying in larger quantities will help with the profit margin.

Last night I made a corn muffin with roasted chilies, corn, green onion and pepper jack cheese.  These are pretty good.  But it was the first attempt at the recipe and again they could use something else.  I brought them to work for my trusty taste testers and again “more cheese” seems to be a common request.  I think they could use some black pepper and be pretty perfect so I am sure round two of this recipe is in the plans for this week.  Or maybe I’ll make them for Thanksgiving and make the family taste testers also.  They are pretty good however, I had them for dinner and breakfast this morning.

Tonight after work I have an appointment at 3:30 to get my windshield fixed.  It has taken me long enough to deal with it and all the added weather this week I just need to get it done so I am safe driving.  I fear another good sized rock hits it and it would shatter in on me including all the wind and rain that is out there.  No bueno.

Hopefully the rain will hold up this evening and the dogs will be ready for walks.  Although Sophie hasn’t slept much the last two nights as she paced because of the howling winds.

I’m glad I have them by my side