Man You’ll Focus

This is yet another delayed geek post; a major one at that. Remember the webcam that Syefri donated to me last year which I modified to become an infrared webcam?

I combined it with the Fujifilm Digital Q1 that Bernard donated to form a Frankenstein monster! Previously, I modified it to become an infrared digicam. However, it had a fixed-focus lens, and by removing the infrared-blocking filter, it became permanently near-focused.

I tried to cut and insert a similiarly-sized piece of glass to make it focus back on infinity, but it didn’t work.

Then it hit me! Why not put the manual focus lens of the webcam on the digicam instead?

And so, I took it apart again, to:


Left to right, top to bottom:

  • I unscrewed the lens to get this.
  • From the front.
  • Left: The lens from the webcam, which was a manual focus lens; right: the fixed focus lens that originally came with the camera.
  • The webcam lens on its lens mount.
  • From left: camera, original infrared-blocking-filter-holder with three holes for screws, webcam lens mount with two holes for screws.
  • The webcam lens mount on the camera, but with only one screw screwed in; the other side was filed away to fit in!

I had to file off the top surface of the webcam lens mount also to allow the components on the circuit board to fit on top of it.


Left to right, top to bottom:

  • The webcam lens was blocked by the camera’s front plate, so I had to cut a hole to let the lens poke through.
  • Swiss Army Knifes can be pretty handy.
  • Camera with front plate surgery.
  • This also allowed me to manually focus by turning the lens clockwise to bring it closer to the sensor, thus making the focus further, and turning the lens anti-clockwise would bring it further from the sensor, making it focus nearer.
  • Left to right: Front plate bit, simple switch to adjust distance of fixed-focus lens to enable macro, the original F3.5 lens.
  • The webcam, now without an eye, hangs itself. (How macabre of me.)


Left to right, top to bottom:

  • The first shot I made once the manual focus lens was assembled; this was a macro picture of the front plate.
  • The wonderful thing about this lens is that it has no aperture blades, thus keeping it fully circular, for beautiful bokeh! *
  • Close up on guitar strings.
  • I then tried my door-peephole-turned-fisheye on it.

* Of course, it also means that depth of field is always small. Since the webcam’s sensor was slightly smaller, I guess the lens was smaller too, thus giving an even smaller depth of field when moving to the Q1’s bigger sensor. I don’t know what aperture the manual focus lens is at, though my guess is that it’s at F3.5 as well, since the exposure seems to be the same.


Left to right, top to bottom:

  • Artifacts from such a cheap webcam lens are obvious, like lens flare, like from this auto-focus beam from another camera.
  • I always catch Broken Scar pointing at things; flare can be exploited in certain angles.
  • The sun is black on the Q1’s CMOS sensor.
  • Very bright lights cause scanlines to appear.


Another thing about its sensor is that it does not seem to expose everything at once, scanning downwards instead. That is why the camera seems to have captured the motion of the car! (This also accounts for camera phones, when you snap a picture when someone else’s camera flash goes off, you might see half your picture with flash and half without. It might explain Sherve’s freaky half-blur picture.)


If the skies are blue enough, you’ll still see blue.


Another thing about this lens is the horrible amount of vignetting and soft edges. However, it can be looked at as a tasteful thing.


From infinity focus…


…I manually focus nearer… (couldn’t resist changing the hue.)


…and this is as close as I can get. Yep, those are the tips of those leaves.


When precisely focused, images have a beautiful pop.


Vignetting and soft edges make for a portrait lens!


Shutter speeds are a lot faster, because there is a lot of infrared light in tungsten lighting. Shutter speeds are the same as a normal camera at night under flourescent lighting though, since that has no infrared.


The lens is softer to the left of the picture (when turned clockwise it blurs the top.)

Despite all these flaws, I love it. It’s like a digital lomo camera!

It is also;

– an infrared-enabled digital camera
– a manual focus digital camera (eat that, SLR owners!)
– a removable lens digital camera (though I haven’t looked around for lenses that fit.)

All pictures taken after July 19th 2006 were with the wonder of this. I don’t know if the flash capacitor is weaker, or there is something about the lens characteristics that makes infrared flash not as bright as before.

Rain Pours, Moon Shines

The rain dampened the spirits of many on the relatively low-turnout September 14th 2006 edition of Moonshine.


Kohl started slow and mellow acoustic stuff.


However, this pro bassist brought up the funk, and they were excellent at it.


Melina of Tempered Mental looking hotter than ever.


Jack goes wild, for the first time seen without his red Stratocaster; this time, an aggressive Ibanez. He was making full use of the humbuckers, doing shrieking harmonics. Kinda like Dimebag Darrell (R.I.P.) without the pointy-shaped guitars. Tempered Mental had never been that thrash metal-ish. I lapped up Jack’s every palm-muted chug and distorted solo.


Kluk Kluk Adventure.


Spot the Duan of Seven Collar T-Shirt in the background!


Pete Teo, in his first time performing at Laundry Bar. He played his earlier songs because the mood wasn’t tender enough. I tend to think of Laundry Bar as a younger version of Alexis Bistro, Great Eastern Mall though.


One Buck Short started with a very interesting, new, proper anarchistic punk rock song. In Malay.


Open mike.

And now, to somewhat unrelated business:


The Curve has plenty of trashcans just like this one.


I can’t pimp her because, while she did identify the exact location of the kiddie ride here, she did not identify the blogger it looked like.


Shaz, however, got it right, guessing Midvalley and Bryan Chin.

Star Wars… Roll Out?

At last, my Star Wars Transformers collection is complete!


The Imperial Shuttle (yes, I added the cheesy lens flare effect.)


It transforms into Emperor Palpatine. You better believe it.


…I suspect Botox was the force at work.

Clone Pilot

Then there’s the sweet ARC-170 Starfighter.


These figures are now RM65, cheaper than their previous RM75.


Freeze, space trucker!


Boba Fett, I am your father. Jango Fett.” (On the right.)


Then we have the classic space ship; the Millenium Falcon!


This is a chunky deluxe space trucker that separates into…


Han Solo!


…and Chewbacca!


GRRRMMMMPPPHHHHH!!!


Chewie, I know you feel misrepresented, but it does look like you, you oversized wookie.

I don’t get why the crappy figures (especially those with lousy legs) get recolors like Jango Fett being a recolor of Boba Fett and Anakin Skywalker being a recolor of Obi Wan Kenobi. God forbid another recolor! Emperor Palpatine has by far the best articulation and balance for the small figures; Han Solo and Chewbacca are excellent, chunky, poseable figures too.

Previously:

Part 1: Obi Wan Kenobi/Jedi Starfighter, General Grevious/Wheel Bike, Darth Vader/Tie Bomber Advanced, Luke Skywalker/X-Wing
Part 2: Darth Maul/Sith Infiltrator, Boba Fett/Slave I, Anakin Skywalker/Jedi Starfighter

Why I’d Fish

Alright, so I’ve had this since June, but figured I’d blog about everything else first.


This is a door peephole. I bought the biggest size for under RM40, with a viewing angle of 170 degrees.


But guess what happens when you put it in front of a camera! (Yes, that’s my pocketable Canon Powershot A520. I do not have a big camera!)


Fisheye, baby.


The distortion made the satellite dishes on the left look suggestive on the right. I had to get closer to get the dishes to fill up the frame. Note the strong chromatic aberration, or purple fringing.

This can be countered in Photoshop by going to Image – Adjustments – Hue/Saturation…, choosing the color channel closest to the purple fringing (usually Blue or Magenta) and then decreasing the Saturation and Lightness.


What if you took an already curved surface? More distortion!


A normal fisheye mirror…


…seen through a fisheye lens.


Surprisingly, the fixed focus front camera of my Nokia N70 wields decent results. Another issue with the fisheye is that the brass keeps it a distance from the lens, making it hard to have sharp focus at the center of the image. So I have to focus as close as possible, and choose as dark as aperture (F7.1 is safe) to get a sharper image.

fiftynineminutes (not too late)

So I went for fiftynineminutes, by The Oral Stage, took pictures, and was entertained!


One of the reasons why I like going to plays – the play-watching chicks! (Suanie I swear I didn’t intend to crop you! My camera is not wi… er, nevermind.)


The photographer chicks!


Patricia Low plays a mixed up nationality maid. I couldn’t place her accent, but she was cute in an adorable way, how she shuffled about in between each story, arranging props for the next scene. Yup, it was a very clever way of avoiding turning off the lights, while being entertained in between shows.


Best Foot Forward was apparently written as a comedy but interpreted as a drama. I had some hesitation, it being written by Rauf Fadzilla, who wrote the freakiest play in Rojak!, that howling Damnation piece.


Lam Wai Yee in Mother Tongue, who plays an actress who does a myriad of annoying roles.


But hell…


…she is hot. Fireangel thinks so too. *paging for Lainie*


Then, there was Fruitcake, a haunting drama…


…with guest appearance by Gary Ooi, last seen in The Shape Of Things.


Krystle Wong, super cuuute in Showers Of Flowers. I think this picture explains what it’s about.


…I think.


TRACK, about a couple making love over dinner. With ropes.


Johann Lim does a hilarious monologue – The World’s Smelliest Durian, about a man who dreams to build the world’s tallest durian tower.


I didn’t understand The Ground Floor until Emilie asked me, “What is the lowest ground floor you can think of?


Spot the Priya on the far-right, playing the horny necrophiliac!

Very worth the RM10, especially the durian monologue. Youth theater, for youths, for people who don’t want to go and get mind-f-ed, rid of pretentiousness. Well, minus the wavering accents that is. But that is a problem here anyway – actors/actresses are encouraged to use their real accents, because few people can consistently do another accent well. However, thespians here are urban, educated people who have had some smattering of another country, giving different accents. So when you have somebody with a British accent talk to somebody with an American accent, you can’t help but be annoyed.

KY Speaks also reviewed it. Fireangel too! Thanks Emilie for the friends-and-family-screening invite!

Yes, you can still catch it; it last run is this October 1st 2006. Details here!

Are you a musician?

In 13 days, October 11th 2006 to be exact, I would have not cut my hair for 2 years. (Minus the 500th-day sideburn trim.)

I think I’ll keep it for a while, still, for I have found more reasons to treasure my hair lately. For one, it’s never the same; meet me 3 months later and you’d think I had a different hairstyle. What cheaper way to have different styles of hair than to leave it to grow through phases? (short, slight thickness, poking your eyes, poking your nose, poking your mouth, so heavy your hair doesn’t puff, shoulder-length, long-enough-to-tuck-under-armpits-length, covering-your-bosom-length, covering-your-navel-length, replacing-your-… er, nevermind.)

My plan, after growing it till it makes no difference, would be to make dreadlocks, and then go bald, and then look like a boy again. But then I’d miss headbanging like so.


(Credits to smashpOp for taking these pictures.)

Anyway.

I was at my distraught-friend‘s birthday party, sitting at this rather quiet sober table with this guy and two hot chicks. Let’s label them hot chicks as Lisa and Shel.

The guy was telling stories about how he was hopelessly gentlemanly with girls, and how his friends tell him off for being a nice guy.

He once bought a girl a Hush Puppy, stuffed a RM1

In A Food Mood

And now, for another rare subject on my blog – food!


Left column, top to bottom: How many bottles of beer on the ramp?; you can tell by the shadow that it’s happy hour; Mecca Cola for those who think Coca Cola is unholy.
Right column, top to bottom: Guess how big this cup is; mixed-up buttered kaya-dripping peanut-spread breads with swapped toppings; the obscenely thick layer of butter on my mixed-up order at Wong Kok Char Chan Teng.


O’briens, sandwiches for the health-conscious.


Vivo American Pizza serves not so obscenely strong-tasting turkey ham and mushroom cheese baked rice. My favorite! It has now become the only place I figure is worth my money in The Curve, really.


Somewhere in Dang Wangi…


…lies a window, that is on the side of…


Yut Kee, excellent non-halal pork-tinged Chinese food. Top-right: toast; bottom-right: roti babi (pig bread).


Got a craving, but don’t want to finish a snack in one go? Lengthen the life of your snack by getting something hot, like Lays Stax Barbecue flavor (their Vinegar flavor lasted a few snacking sessions because of its sourness!) Don’t forget to balance it with fire extinguishers in case it gets too hot for your tongue.


Alright, so I couldn’t resist taking yet another picture of the moon… cake.


All this blogging about food has made the hamsters hungry.

I Blog You

And now, for a rare subject on my blog – people!


Left column, top to bottom: Guess whose skinny hand that is; Cheryl flashed at 1/500th of a second in Shutter Priority mode, so the background is properly exposed instead of being burnt out; Bryan Chin is smokin’; Jaya Jusco Equine Park is so empty, the security guards and cleaners take part in the contests.
Right column, top to bottom: Yes that’s right, the skinny hands belong to Davina, a (now very) skinny musical ensemble/arthouse film star/independent movie star, so please feed her so that she may regain her original weight (as in this picture with hippos stuck to her); Cheesie has nailed the art of advertising my phone; papparazzi.


Watching this guy walk was hilarious.


Oh, just one of those KL International Motorshow girls I happen to know, that’s all…


Shaz, behind a slanted polarizer, in Hartamas Square.


Slinky, after setting my camera’s white balance to a strong green wall.


It looks like Cheryl, sitting on the railing in the back, is sitting on Bryan’s head.


smashpOp knows no bounds when it comes to creative camwhoring.


Have you ever come back to your car to find drunken chicks on your boot?


Finally, pictures of… myself, reflecting.


Long exposures with the aid of a blue light. I don’t remember what the blue light was though!


As a bonus, here’s another quiz: Guess where this is, and which blogger I think the orange bear looks like! As always, the winner will get pimped with at least one paragraph.

Win a Sony T30, YO!

This time around, I am pimping things I can’t enter or am not necessarily going for.

I can’t join this contest because I work at Xfresh, and I coded that promo. Yeah, you can report bugs to me.

Also, another pimping:

What: Freedom.Film.Fest.2006, a 3-day film fest featuring documentaries from local and foreign filmmakers, amateurs, communities… the works. Come and be blown away by the social issues and controversies running rampant in our society and around the globe.
Where: Taylor’s College Subang Jaya
When: 29th September 2006 – 1st October 2006
How Much: FREE! Just email fffreservations@gmail.com to get your invites or turn up on the day and get it there!!

More details at http://freedomfilmfest.komas.org/ or call Effa 016 653 1167.

I’m not quite keen, having seen one too many indie flicks, and not being of activist blood.

Either entertain, or give the viewer a message, but don’t kill them with mundane repetition in the process. We’ve had enough of experiments of 5 minute scenes of a person staring into nothingness while feeding mosquitos in a art gallery that is not that art gallery.