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I woke up this morning and I could already tell that my day was going to be HILARIOUS.

Shelley,

I realize that you have a lot on your plate but if it isn’t too much trouble to drop a different photo for my headshot onto that page I have just uploaded a new one. File is klyment_new_headshot.rar, similar file specifications as before. Aspect ratio is a bit different so crop as needed. =) I have included a web-sized file for reference.

Thank you. Chat soon.

- K

Considering the headshot is for a highly conservative bridal magazine I am absolutely sure that this photo will have no trouble getting published. Plume Wafer 140 w/ 50degree Lighttools Soft Egg Crate from front right of frame. Plume Wafer 140 w/ 40 degree Lighttools Soft Egg Crate from rear left of frame. Nikon D2X, 60mm Micro-Nikkor. Two soft boxes driven by Bowens QuadX 3000 system w/ Quad heads.

From: Leanna Tsang
Sent: November 25, 2006 2:11 AM
To: 'Klyment Tan'
Subject: Sexy boot reminder =)

Good morning, baby!

How’s my snuggly-wuggly bear?  =)  Haha.  Just a reminder to please bring my boot tops with you when you go out today so that I may use them with my outfit.  I’ll see you between 4:30 and 5:30 tonight!  Have a great morning of shooting.

I love you!

Kisses and cuddles,

Leanna

As per Jonathan's suggestion I have decided to make a semi-applied attempt to create meaningful titles for some previously untitled blog entries. The titles are uninspiring but at least now they are searchable and linkable. I have updated the extended bodies of the entries with some new comments including some background information about the photos and, sometimes, a bit of technical information.

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Good Bye

Grand ma

02:26 - The Chinese English teacher next door that doesn't speak English isn't in; I'm turning up my music.
02:36 - Nice work, Klyment . . . plugged adapter into laptop . . . didn't plug adapter into mains and laptop batteries died mid-transfer.
02:44 - C1 Pro preview generation is taking forever . . . I'm going to start from the bottom of the pile and batch images upwards.
03:03 - Ahhh . . . that was the most satisfying dump I took today.
03:15 - Some of these improvisors have the worst skin I have ever seen.
03:33 - This is taking forever.
03:46 - I wonder what Steven in Beveren-Leie, Belgium is up to.
04:17 - Steven suggests that if I call the 17-55/2.8 my ugly lens, perhaps I should call the 10.5/2.8 fish eye my busty lens. Hmmm . . .
04:46 - The sun is coming up. Steven and I are talking about firearms in Belgium.
04:48 - Photos for Improvaganza's Day 9 jam session are done and uploaded here. Hahah . . . normally it doesn't take so long to process under a hundred photos.
05:09 - Shit . . . I didn't sort between full res and web-sized images from the queue . . . deleting all from Gallery and starting over.
05:11 - Sent Bill Minsky something he's looking for.
05:14 - Wooo . . . I'm getting dizzy . . . but now it's done. Going to bed - Chad's returning a Hasselblad 500C/M later this morning.

When monitoring print jobs or waiting waiting for photos to finish processing at the studio I try to find things to keep me occupied. Over the past two weeks, this artificially-created leisure time can be summarized into a few short statements:

• I spent three hours watching the movie Alexander and wondered why Brad Pitt had this dumb look on his face the entire time. Then I realized Alexander was played by Colin Farrel.
• After the first two days of storing fresh bananas in a plastic shopping bag on top of the studio refrigerator, an unblemished banana's peel will develop an average of fifteen black spots per day until moldy.
• I recently acquired cleavage-enhancing elite aeromancer armor for my female elementalist in Guild Wars: Factions. And she's Jonathan's type - light skin, light eyes, black hair, long legs.
• After reading about a dozen broadsheets as I printed them for U of A Visual Communications Design students I have concluded that an individual's competence in graphic design is inversely proportional to this individual's grammar.
• I have a stockpile of nearly six gigabytes in MP3 players and flash memory drives from people bringing stuff to print and leaving them here. If you're missing one such device please schedule a time to drop by and claim them.

Sunday night marked the first night that I entered anything resembling a night club in at six months and the first time I entered a night club without a purpose directly related to work.

A force pulling me away from the front door,
propelling me back out.
Bouncers scanning ID's which I didn't want to give.
The dark emptiness filled with
familiar faces that I didn't know.
Free drink tokens that I always
give to other people before leaving.
The isolation I feel
even though I'm talking to somebody.

Q4 2005 I received a court summons to appear for jury selection. I didn't have a legitimate excuse not to attend and I felt a sense of duty to appear and participate in the jury selection process. On the other hand, a month later, my father received a similar summons. His response? Book a flight to visit his ailing mother in southeast Asia and forward the itinerary to Jury Management. I guess that's kind of legitimate . . . but whatever. Jury selection took place today. The early procedure goes something like this:

1. Names get drawn "randomly" from voter lists, phone directories and problem citizen lists (they probably found me here because I'm always at the courthouse for some reason)
   • Basic elegibility: 18+, resident of Alberta, never been convicted of crime for which potential penalty is jail time of one year or more.
2. Return a form . . . either with excuses or with your occupation and language profeciencies
3. Appear on the designated day at the courthouse. In Edmonton, I believe that jury selection always happens in courtroom 317 in the Provincial Law Courts building, #1, Sir Winston Churchill Square
4. Watch a corny video

Then it gets a bit more interesting.

http://myweb.dal.ca/mc782849/ohhalifax.jpg

Michelle just sent an e-mail with some photos accompanied by captions. She's studying architecture at Dalhousie University. She transferred there with about a year left on her visual communications design and industrial design degrees at the University of Alberta. I'll post a photo of her once I'm at the studio . . . this little note is temporary. Hahah . . . I think I see my old camera bag and possibly my old camera (Contax 139Q w/ Carl Zeiss 50/1.4 AE T*) on the table in the first photo. People from your VCD class say hi. We miss you. Sort of. I'm sure she e-mailed you already but Olya said thanks for your left over stationary.

I ran into an old schoolmate while boxing day shopping. Matthew had been in my grade six class. He remembered me after I told him my name and when he told me his full name I certainly remembered him. It seems like his most vivid memory of me was me kicking him in the back at a schoolmate's birthday party. In retrospect, I was probably invited because the host felt bad for leaving me out as the only grade six student in the class that wouldn't be invited.