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Is Max the plural of Mac?

Today, my computer screen displayed a revolutionary sight:

Yes, it’s true. I have ordered a Mac. In fact, I have ordered this MacBook:

Upon hearing the news, a friend of mine (yes, I have friends!) — a previous Mac convert for school-based reasons — texted me her happiness: “Thanks for crossing over to the other side. It feels better over here. Welcome.”

My primary reason for the change is my photography. Little by little, I am beginning to move into a more serious pursuit of the business of photography, and let’s be honest: Macs are teh r0x0rs for the creative side of life. So I took that excuse, paired it with my credit card (wait, I have to pay that bill? I thought it was just a suggestion) and bought the Little Machine of Style and Practicality. It’ll be here in a week or two.

There is a bit of adventure in this purchase: my experience with Macs is limited to a total of roughly five minutes, split between a display model in Best Buy and my friend’s Mac in my own home. But sometimes I think I communicate better with computers than I do with people, so I’m looking forward to finding my way around the OS.

When it arrives, I will post my thoughts here. And, of course, those thoughts will be written on a Mac.

February 26, 2007 by sgtwolve Posted in Uncategorized 2 Comments

Photo of the Variable Time Period, vol. 78

An expression of affection (24 February 2007).

Chelsea’s David Maveal engages in a mild disagreement with a Lansing Catholic Central player.  Chelsea won, 8-1.

February 25, 2007 by sgtwolve Posted in Photos

Photo of the Variable Time Period, vol. 77

C is for the way you check tonight (21 February 2007).

Chelsea students express their affections during the Bulldogs’ hockey game against Ann Arbor Huron.  Chelsea defeated the River Rats 7-0.

February 22, 2007 by sgtwolve Posted in Photos

I want you not to want me; I need you not to need me.

I am in captivity.  Seriously.

My email program, my email server, my web browser and even my blog software are holding me captive.  They are making every effort to cruelly prevent me from experiencing the full and glorious breadth of the internet experience.

Fortunately, they can’t stop it all.  Despite their tireless attempts to block certain elements, they are not perfect.  A few representatives trickle into my world, and they bring with them tales of the grandeur beyond my computer.  I see only a small slice of that abundant life, but what I do see shows me what I’m missing.

It shows me that the internet is teeming with brand-name medicines for a fraction of the price, penny stocks on the verge of exploding and cheap OEM software for everyone.  Viagra, Valium, Zithromax, Ambien and Xanax are there for the taking; CTCX, FBVG, MISJ and PGCH are just waiting to skyrocket as soon as I buy; Windows XP Professional, Adobe Photoshop CS3 and Microsoft Office are available at deep discount.

And Thunderbird, Spam Assassin, Firefox and WordPress — the humorless, joy-squelching gatekeepers of my digital domain — labor to block from my view the news of such endless opportunities?  I must gather the strength to fight this oppression so that I might know everything the internet has to offer me.

Free my internet!

—

The above sarcasm was brought to you by my total inability to understand why, like the door-to-door salesmen and telemarketers before them who blazed an eternally intrusive trail, modern spammers ignore the teraultrasuperwickedlottabytes of evidence for the existence of a widespread distaste for unsolicited advertisements.

I know there’s money in it, but it can’t be only that.  It can’t be just money motivating these dark souls to devote their lives to overcoming the wishes of millions of people by forcing advertisements into every corner of the modern internet experience.  Even in our fallen world, money alone could not be enough to cause a person to descend into the world of emphatically unwanted advertising.

That unwanted advertisement goes beyond junk email.  That’s common enough, with spammers generating random subject lines and body text and making the advertising content graphical to as to dodge spam filters.  The email filters block the spam, the spammers find some new trick, the email filters adjust, and there is nothing new under the sun.  But there’s more than that.

One bothersome spam venue is comment fields on blogs.  Spambots troll the internet looking for blogs — an easy task, to be sure — and upon finding an open comment field, they add an advertisement.  Sometimes they add a generic message that attempts to don the appearance of a legitimate comment; sometimes they add brash lists of links; without fail, though they often are easily stopped, they are bothersome.  (The filter on my blog has caught over 280 spam comments in the last 15 days.)  But there’s even more than that.

When I started this blog, I began keeping an eye on my site statistics.  Among other statistics, I am able to see referral URLs — that is, the page that provided a link to my site.  If a visitor clicked on my link at the College Football Resource blog, CFR would be recorded as a referral.  It can be very informative.

After a few months of blogging, I began to see curious intrusions into my referral list.  Among the sites that made sense, there were sites not just that weren’t likely to link to me, but that I hoped would never, ever link to me.  For the good of every person ever, I won’t provide specific examples; let’s just say there were some red lights involved, and maybe three consecutive appearances of a certain letter between W and Y.  And that was how I learned about referral spam.

Yes, apparently in an effort to provoke ill will among as many internet users as possible, spammers make an effort to advertise in perfectly innocent (and typically not publicly accessible) referral lists.  The advertised sites don’t actually contain a link to the targeted site, but through deep dark magic, spammers shoehorn their unwanted input into the site’s statistics.  Not only is this bothersome, but it is more devious than email or comment spam.  On top of that, it makes little sense to me.

I suppose that’s the common theme in all this: I have trouble understanding the mindset of spammers.  Many people spend their lives wanting to be wanted; spammers spend their lives in an occupation they have to know is clearly unwanted.  If you met a man who said he spends his days helping deliver junk email to millions of inboxes across the planet, would you smile and thank him for his contribution to the world?  Not likely.  And yet there is no shortage of a workforce willing to devote itself to developing a wholly unwanted product.  It seems odd; it seems backwards.

Maybe that’s a good thing.  Maybe I don’t want to understand it.

(Of course, with all these spam references, this post may either attract spam or be flagged as spam.  That would be rich humor, indeed.)

February 21, 2007 by sgtwolve Posted in Commentary 2 Comments

What if they gave a basketball game and nobody came?

Apparently there is a crisis at Crisler Arena: this year’s attendance for Michigan men’s basketball is on track to finish the season at a 25-year low. The per-game average through mid-February was 9,704; Crisler’s capacity is 13,751.

The drop in attendance isn’t surprising to many people; Michigan basketball is in the doldrums. There has been only a brief hope of an NCAA tournament berth under coach Tommy Amaker, and the team frittered away that glimmer of hope with a pile of losses at the end of the season. NIT berths and winning records are glimmering baubles to which Amaker and athletic director Bill Martin point in the hopes of distracting the fan base from the persistent mediocrity of the program, but obviously, it’s not working.

While the decline of fan interest is sad, it is not as disheartening as the apparent bewilderment in the athletic department. An Ann Arbor News article about the declining numbers included this quote:

“In some games, I’ve especially noticed it. You look around and say: ‘That’s not a big crowd for such a big game,'” senior forward Brent Petway said. “I don’t know what we can really do because we started off with a really good record. I don’t know what more we can say to get people to come out.”

Really, the surprise is not that the fans are losing interest, but that Petway doesn’t understand the reason fans weren’t attracted to Michigan’s 12-3 nonconference record. (Hint: the three losses were to the three quality opponents.) This isn’t about saying the right things to draw fans; it’s about doing the right things to draw fans.

Still, that outlook might be understandable coming from one of the players. But later in the article, an athletic marketing employee offered this:

What’s the biggest challenge in selling Michigan basketball?

“Getting people to the nonconference games,” said Clark Riley, who oversees the program’s marketing. “Even people who buy season tickets don’t go to the nonconference games.”

These quotes from Petway and Riley lead one to wonder if they have looked at Michigan’s nonconference schedule. Consider the basketball powerhouses Michigan lured to Crisler Arena this season: Central Connecticut State; Davidson; Wisconsin-Milwaukee; Youngstown State; Maryland-Baltimore County; Wofford; Delaware State.

And Petway and Riley wonder why the fan base doesn’t fill the seats for those games?

At the end of the article, Martin seems to come the closest to grasping a part of the problem:

“A lot of it is a function of who your opponent is,” Martin said. “Our season-ticket base of students and regular-season ticket holders has held up real well. But (attendance) is not where we want it.”

But sadly, that’s not the entire problem. In fact, it’s not even “a lot” of the problem. Without a doubt, fans want to see quality opponents — but they also want to see a quality home team. Where is the quality home team? It doesn’t exist.

Sure, Amaker’s teams have posted winning seasons, but the bulk of the victory feasts have occurred against the aforementioned tissue-soft nonconference schedule. When the team does meet an opponent of any real quality, more often than not, the result is a loss.

The previous and current solution to that problem, it seems, has been to schedule far more Kleenex opponents than quality opponents. That way, the team puts together an ostensibly impressive nonconference record. The problem that Amaker and Martin are discovering is that an impressive nonconference record in that context means almost nothing to the fans, or to anyone else.

To illustrate the problem, let’s go to the movies for a moment. No matter what ancillary attractions a theater throws at the public, a B-movie won’t gross $25 million on any weekend. Nothing changes the fact that the attraction — the movie — simply isn’t that good. Customers come to the theater for the movie; if the movie isn’t good, customers will stop coming. To lure customers, you first need a good movie.

At Crisler, Amaker essentially is providing Michigan fans a B-team: there are flashes of both good and bad play, but the bulk is simply mediocre, with no indications of improvement in the program. That’s a major problem. But in examining the problem of attendance, Martin seems to want to approach it through the issue of the B-, C- and D-team nonconference schedule. And while the schedule is Martin’s bailiwick, tweaking its strength is not the long-term solution to Crisler’s attendance woes.

As athletic director, Martin has to think about more than tweaking the schedule to draw a few fans for a few games. He has to think less about the teams he brings to town and more about the team that stays in town. Fan interest is only briefly stoked by marquee opponents; give the fans their own marquee team, and they’ll fill the seats.

Otherwise, it’s just a bad movie with good popcorn.

February 20, 2007 by sgtwolve Posted in Commentary, Sports 5 Comments

News

Last fall, my church held a Biker Sunday. As I am wont to do, I pointed my camera at nearly everything in sight. (Sometimes I even clicked the shutter.)

After Biker Sunday, my pastor wrote an article about the event for a nationally-published magazine called Leadership Journal. To accompany the article, the magazine asked for my pictures. I submitted a few, and eventually forgot about it.

Last night, I googled my name (as I do on occasion, just to make sure nothing odd appears) and guess what I found:

The article, featuring my picture.

Do you know what that means?  The four (maybe five) people who check photo credits now know my name.  But more importantly, all the other readers have seen one of my pictures.  Yet again, I have achieved fame while expertly eluding fortune.

I’m good like that.

February 19, 2007 by sgtwolve Posted in Uncategorized 1 Comment

Photo of the Variable Time Period, vol. 76

Career student (15 February 2007).

A gentleman a bit beyond his high school years sits in an unintentionally humorous spot at a Chelsea basketball game.

February 18, 2007 by sgtwolve Posted in Photos 1 Comment

I need a docotr

If you figure out what they’re grading on their report cards, let me know.

February 18, 2007 by sgtwolve Posted in Fun 4 Comments

Underachievement on Ice: the musical

The Red Wings are playing the Coyotes in Phoenix tonight. The Coyotes have been subpar this season; before tonight’s game, they were 25-30-3. That context introduced humor into one piece of music the arena staff chose: during one break in play, they flipped the switch on Switchfoot’s “Meant to Live.”

We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?

Have the Coyotes been that disappointing?

(They lost to the Wings 4-1.  Now they’re 25-31-3.)

February 18, 2007 by sgtwolve Posted in Fun, Sports

Ooooooo!!

The other day, I tuned my TV to the inestimable channel 9. In this area, for those of us not yet ensnared by Comcast, that happens to be the Canadian channel — the CBC.

Contrary to the beliefs of some Americans, the CBC isn’t just hockey, curling and Ian Hanomansing (who, apparently, plays neither hockey nor curling). There’s so much more, and all of it is steeped in glorious Canadian accents.

When I visited the official network of Don Cherry, I found a comedy special. But these weren’t typical comedians: they were funny. And not only that, but they were all what I like to call non-standard people. (You might know them as “disabled,” but that is a patently erroneous term.) I happened to find the program while a blind comedian was on stage (“When my wife is mad at me, she doesn’t yell; she moves the furniture”), but he wasn’t the one who really caught my attention.

The next comedian was a man named Chris Fonseca, and his non-standard feature was quite evident: he had cerebral palsy. But his was considerably more severe not just than mine, but also than that of my doppelganger, comedian Josh Blue. Fonseca was in a wheelchair, he had limited use of his hands, and his voice was heavily affected. But do you know what was most important?

He made me laugh.

For a sample of his humor, you can watch his appearance on Letterman.

February 17, 2007 by sgtwolve Posted in Uncategorized 2 Comments

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