I lifted this from my friend 31504

What we have here is the top 106 books most often marked as "unread" by LibraryThing’s users. As in, they sit on the shelf to make you look smart or well-rounded. Bold the ones you've read.

Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell
Anna Karenina (2 languages)
Crime and Punishment (2 languages)
Catch-22
One Hundred Years of Solitude
Wuthering Heights
The Silmarillion (but I've tried, several times)
Life of Pi : a novel
The Name of the Rose
Don Quixote
Moby Dick
Ulysses
Madame Bovary
The Odyssey
Pride and Prejudice
Jane Eyre
The Tale of Two Cities
The Brothers Karamazov
Guns, Germs, and Steel: the fates of human societies
War and Peace
Vanity Fair
The Time Traveler’s Wife
The Iliad
Emma
The Blind Assassin
The Kite Runner
Mrs. Dalloway
Great Expectations
American Gods
A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius
Atlas Shrugged
Reading Lolita in Tehran : a memoir in books
Memoirs of a Geisha
Middlesex
Quicksilver
Wicked : the life and times of the wicked witch of the West
The Canterbury Tales
The Historian : a novel
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Love in the Time of Cholera
Brave New World
The Fountainhead
Foucault’s Pendulum
Middlemarch
Frankenstein
The Count of Monte Cristo
Dracula
A Clockwork Orange
Anansi Boys
The Once and Future King
The Grapes of Wrath
The Poisonwood Bible : a novel
1984
Angels & Demons
The Inferno
The Satanic Verses
Sense and Sensibility
The Picture of Dorian Gray
Mansfield Park
One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest
To the Lighthouse
Tess of the D’Urbervilles
Oliver Twist
Gulliver’s Travels
Les Misérables
The Corrections
The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
Dune
The Prince
The Sound and the Fury
Angela’s Ashes : a memoir
The God of Small Things
A People’s History of the United States : 1492-present
Cryptonomicon
Neverwhere
A Confederacy of Dunces (I felt stupid for having suffered through it)
A Short History of Nearly Everything
Dubliners
The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Beloved
Slaughterhouse-five
The Scarlet Letter
Eats, Shoots & Leaves
The Mists of Avalon
Oryx and Crake : a novel
Collapse : how societies choose to fail or succeed
Cloud Atlas
The Confusion
Lolita
Persuasion
Northanger Abbey
The Catcher in the Rye (another waste of good reading time)
On the Road
The Hunchback of Notre Dame
Freakonomics : a rogue economist explores the hidden side of everything
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance : an inquiry into values
The Aeneid
Watership Down
Gravity’s Rainbow
The Hobbit
In Cold Blood : a true account of a multiple murder and its consequences
White Teeth
Treasure Island (recently reread it, still brilliant)
David Copperfield
The Three Musketeers

None of the unread ones are sitting on my shelf, nor do I care to read most of them. Though I would like to get through Ulysses & The Silmarillion someday.

So the strikes are all well and good and a little humorous, until they affect my family. Dyma, our borderline diabetic cat, is down to where the vets say he should be, around 16 pounds. It has taken us 7 years to get him down from 25. He eats a high-protein, low-sugar food, that gives him nice, firm scat and keeps his weight down. As a result of the strikes, though, it's getting harder to find pet shops that have the food he needs. Poor guy may be eating junk food for several days, which means diarrhea, irritability, constant hunger and weight gain (even if we only give him the same amount of food as his regular stuff). I'm a little pissed about that. And not just because I'll have to clean the messes, but because the poor guy gets all out of sorts. Oh well. The joy of vibrant democracy.

These are the strikes planned for today:

The “Pan-Hellenic Laborers’ Fighting Front” (PAME) will sponsor a gathering at Omonia square 12:30 hrs.
The “General Confederation of Greek Workers” (GSEE) will sponsor a gathering at Kanigos square at 12:30 hrs.
The “Civil Servants Federation” (ADEDY) will sponsor a gathering at Korai square at 12:30 hrs.
The "Communist party of Greece" (KKE) will sponsor a gathering at Syntagma square at 20:30 hrs.
The employees of banks (National, Alpha, Eurobank, Probank HSBC, Citibank, American Express and Bank of Cyprus), O.T.E.,
and ports will be on a 24 hrs strike.
The employees of the Olympic Airways, Public Power Company (D.E.H), Water Company (EY.DAP),
and post offices will be on a work stoppage from 12:00 – 15:00 hrs.

The Pan-Hellenic Laborers' Fighting Front ("pame" means "Let's go") makes me think of that scene from Life of Brian - "Are you the Laborers' Fighting Front of the Pan-Hellenes?"
"Sod off! We're the Pan-Hellenic Laborers' Fighting Front. Sodding Laborers' Fighting Front of the Pan-Hellenes. [shouting toward a small cluster of people] Wankers!"

In other news, annesblog claims to have seen our car in the parking lot at work. I'll believe it when my eyes doth see it. The gas truckers' strike is over, so the gas stations have gas now, but we can't get subsidized gas yet, so we'll have to pay 1.15-1.20 euro/liter, which means it'll cost us about 50 liters x 1.15 = 57.50 euro x 1.58 = $90.85 to fill up our 13-gallon tank. 90.85/13=$6.98 a gallon. That's nice. Subsidized gas is only $1.70 or so per liter, so it would only cost us $85 if we had any subsidized gas. I am so glad we have a 4-cylinder, 30 miles to the gallon car.

It has been requested that I share photos of the hazards of walking here in lovely Athens. Have a good time, and, uh, clean your shoes before you come back in.

http://bpsphoto.typepad.com/photos/morning/index.html


cross-posted to bpsphoto

I saw a photographer at my lab with medium format film. So I asked him where I might find some. He said, "At Photo Market in Exarchia." That sounded straightforward enough. Uh, yeah. I found two camera stores in Exarchia (a neighborhood sorta near Omonia, the University, Monastiraki and Kolonaki). I've been wanting to extend my walking route, so I headed over there - it's about as far to Exarchia as my entire regular walk. Got to store number one...no MF film. But they helpfully said I could go to this other store (which was store number two).

I was kinda tired by the time I got there (I've walked about 3 miles at this point), and my Greek came out as gibberish. "Do you have the bleakenwhite film?"

"Black and white?"
"Yes. Black and white. The Ilford in the 120 size (because all I could think of was the Russian word for medium format)."
"Ilford?"
"Yes, from England?"
"No. Just Kodak."
"Okay. Do you have the juice? For the delivery of the film? No, not delivery...the de...develOPEment of the films."
"Juice? You mean chemistry?"
"Yes. Chemistry."

At this point, a friendly man said, in English, "I can show you. It's easy. Just a minute." So he finished buying his simple 35mm Agfa 5-pack and told me to go straight up the street a couple blocks and I'd see the sign for the black & white store on the left. Holy crap! There it was, exactly where he said. That's gotta be a first when traveling.

As I walked into the shop, I could see the golden chalice glowing above the castle of the 3-score nurses between 16 and 19...wait, no, that was from a movie...but I did see developing tanks and graduates (I broke my 500cc one the other day) and bottles of Ilford and Tetenal and Kodak. Paper of various sizes and types and brands were stacked along one wall. And film! Beautiful film made of silver gelatin with no silly color dyes!

Their selection turned out not to be spectacular, however, and their prices were A little steep, so I'll probably go back to ordering from the States, but they were there. They even knew of a place where I might (might) be able to rent some darkroom time. Yea! So I picked up some film, some chemistry and a graduate and headed out.

I trudged on over to Kolonaki, picked up my knives which I dropped off a couple days ago for sharpening, then up to the farmers' market. At the entrance to the market, a knot of French tourists was completely blocking the street. I mustered up my most disdainful expression and said, "Excuse moi," which garnered a small gap to squeeze through. I got some eggs, wine, lemons, onions, zucchini, tomatoes, the largest leek I've ever seen, some bananas, some big-ass green onions and strawberries and headed home. I was exhausted by the time I got home. I'd been walking continuously for about three hours at that point, and was carrying about 10 kilos of stuff. But it sure feels good to know where I can buy my B&W supplies finally.

(cross posted to bpsphoto)

Inspired by a number of factors - 40 pounds overweight, exhausted by all the walking in Prague, sallysimpleton & grok's recent participation in marathons, annesblog's taking up of Pilates, another friend starting to play soccer, and a love of walking, I've taken up serious walking. It ain't much yet - just 2 miles around the hill we live on - but it's a start. Takes about a half-hour, has two really good uphill stretches, and gives great panoramic views of Athens. I'll work up to more...if I stick with it...but I've actually walked two days in a row (this may be a first).

When I was young I walked all over my hometown...I'd even take the long cut I liked walking so much. To get downtown, a walk of about a mile if you go straight there, I'd walk a mile or so to the train tracks, then a mile down the tracks to downtown. There was something very peaceful about walking on the tracks (and of course there was also the notion that instead of turning right, I might just turn left to see the rest of the continent on foot). I've been missing that the last few years. My favorite city to visit so far has been Venice, because you have to walk or take the vaporetto (or walk, then take the vaporetto, then walk some more, as was more often the case).

As we were standing in the Prague airport last night, waiting for Sky Europe desk agents slowly check people in, listening to Europe's "Rock Now (Rock the Night)" we realized that for the first time, we had been in a former Soviet (or Warsaw Pact, if you want to get technical) country without hearing The Scorpions' "Winds of Change," The Pet Shop Boys' "Go West" or Ace of Base's "All That She Wants." It was remarkable. Hopefully we've turned a corner and don't have to hear those songs again.

Prague was incredibly beautiful. Even the Soviet-Realism-inspired architecture fit into the city's Renaissance and baroque neighborhoods. I took my film camera with me and shot about 20 rolls in the three days we were there, inspired by the architecture, the weather and the history of Czech photographers (the best eastern European photography, especially during the Soviet period, was Czech).

We walked a lot, probably 8-10 miles each of the first two days, then only about 3 miles yesterday. We looked at a lot of buildings, shot pictures of old doors and gazillions of tourists gazing at and shooting touristy things, drank some great cheap coffee and great expensive coffee (you think Starbucks is expensive where you are? we had an iced grande chai and an iced double tall latte for $13, and that wasn't the most expensive coffee we had), looked at some overpriced tourist shops and had Thai foot massages (that's very nice after walking around all day).

One theme that seems to be popping up for us in our travels is reconstruction and restoration. The Pantheon is covered with scaffolding, and Charles Bridge, Wenceslaus Square & the Basilica of St. George were under construction. Maybe they'll be repainting the Eiffel Tower and cleaning the exterior of the Louvre when we go to Paris.

So I'm trying to learn some basic accounting, as part of making a business of photography. What the hell? Damn Luca Pacioli and his silly double-entry system. Okay, it makes it nearly impossible to lose track of money or cheat on your taxes, and it provides employment for millions of accountants, but it's making my head hurt. This crap should be required to graduate high school or at least college. I think it would have prepared me a lot better than Algebra II or pre-calculus did.

Oh well. Back to owner's equity and revenue and draws and...

Okay, so my addiction requires ibriks and presses and bialettis rather than mirrors and razorblades, but damn...I found a coffee dealer in Kolonaki called Coffees. Just beans, no liquid coffee, like Starbucks' first couple of stores 25+ years ago.

My favorite growing region for coffee is Ethiopia (with Indonesia a close second, and the rest of East Africa/Arabia right behind that), and they have an Ethiopian coffee. It's roasted to a very light city roast...the chaff is still in a papery form it's so lightly roasted. I thought I'd see how it compares to the SBUX roast of taking the coffee right to the edge of an espresso roast. The SBUX claim is that this unlocks more flavor, burns away all the excess water and such. I'd have to agree. The very light roast of a very good coffee isn't bad as such, at least it isn't sour and bitter like a light roast of average or bad coffee, but there was no flavor. You could tell it was coffee, but the sweet, fruity, lemony, berry-y characteristic of Ethiopian coffees wasn't there.

So what's an addict to do? Well hike the mile and a half or so back to Coffees, get 500 grams of espresso roast to add to the Ethiopian (we'll see if that brings anything out). But while there, I saw that they have a Java with a nice dark roast. Indonesia being my second favorite, I decided to pick up 200 grams of that, too. When I bought the Ethiopian, I picked up a couple hundred grams of finely powdered coffee to make Greek coffee (or Turkish or Albanian, depending on your specific prejudices), and that has been wonderful.

And the cost? Well...$2-3/lb more than you'd pay at Starbucks in the States for whole bean, but competitive with the prices for grocery-store branded coffees here.

Rather than doing several thank-you comments, I'll just say thanks to everyone for their input regarding photo books. The math is that if I make one and sell two in addition to the one I have to buy, then it's paid for itself. I think those are odds are worth exploring, so you'll probably see a notice soon about a book you might want to look at (even if you don't want to buy it).

To be honest, I don't often buy coffee-table books unless they have a textual purpose (usually related to cooking - I have a soup book, a bread book, a garlic book and a spices book).

That the phrases "lightbulb moment" and "aha moment" have the same amount of syllables as "epiphany," and they utterly lack the character and style of a word with such ancient roots.

What do the most active fans in baseball do when Steinbrenner spends a quarter of a billion dollars on a guy who's good, but not good enough when it counts (really, $25 million/year for 10 years on one player? And he chokes in the playoffs)? Why, they shout from the stands at the player in question.

What do the fans of Panathinaikos Football team do when they're pissed off at the team's management? They hold a protest march in a highly-frequented location on what promises to be a gorgeous Sunday afternoon. Now that's active fanship (fanhood? fandom?).

Would you pay $20 for a 7x7", 35-40 page book of photographs? Would you want them to have a theme, or would a random collection work for you? What if I made it a portfolio book, so the theme would be, "These are the photographs by me that I love the best?" What question am I not asking that I should?

Even if you're a lurker and have never said anything, say something. I'll be happy with an anonymous response that you don't want unscreened. Just don't be a jackass (you know who you are).

If you have never seen my photography, now would be a good time. BH Neely's Photography (blog.bpsphoto.com).

Thanks for your time.

My friend Lloyd. I betrayed him 22 years ago, and I'm still haunted by it. My one regret.

Upon researching the fine art market, I found that my portfolio wasn't quite appropriate (relative to the work I do that I think of as "fine art"), so I made a 2nd portfolio at http://bpsphoto.typepad.com/photos/fine_art_portfolio/.

On a side note, I hate referring to my own stuff as fine art. I hate it when others refer to their own stuff as fine art. "Art," okay, since its purpose is to artistically move others, but "fine art" is something that history decides. Oh well, that's what the market demands. I also hate names for drink sizes (why can't we just order by the size it actually is - 8 oz., 20 oz. - because "small" is no more meaningful than "tall" or "large" more meaningful than "venti"). Again, oh well. Go to the aforementioned portfolio, tell me how great my work is, or tell me why my work isn't great (if that's what you think, though you'd clearly be wrong).