Timelapse Overdose

My feelings about timelapse videos wax and wane according to my mood. Sometimes I dislike them, other times I think they are amazing. Certainly a considerable amount of skill and patience is required to capture them.

Herewith a sampling of recent favourites, for when I’m positively inclined...


Namibian Nights from Squiver on Vimeo.


Open Horizon from Russell Houghten on Vimeo.


TimeLAX 01 from iVideoMaking on Vimeo.


Time-Lapse | Earth from Bruce W. Berry Jr on Vimeo.

And of course who could leave out Toronto:

City Rising (Toronto Timelapse) from Tom Ryaboi on Vimeo.

See Also
Wonderful time-lapse tilt-shift changing depth of field short film


That Night in Toronto... (A Tragically Hip Tale)

For a brief, crystalline moment about eight years ago, I found myself faced with a snarling Gord Downie from The Tragically Hip:

Mr. Downie glares at me mid-song

It was November 26, 2004. Friday night. Twenty thousand boisterous fans inside the sold-out Air Canada Centre were rocking out behind me, while I stood in the gap in front of the stage, jostled by security, a pack of professional media photographers, and a film crew.

Lucky Contest Winner
The Tour Poster
Three days prior, I’d received an e-mail from The Toronto Star, informing me I’d somehow won their Tragically Hip Photo Pass Concert contest—the prize for which consisted of ‘two tickets to see the Hip at the ACC, their complete discography, and one photo pass for one person to photograph the band for the first three songs from the "pit."’

Sign me up!

At the time the Hip were perhaps the hottest live act in Canada. Their In Between Evolution tour was selling out venues across North America, and the band had gained a hard-earned reputation for raucous concert performances. So it was an easy choice to go. Without much difficulty I corralled a friend of mine to accompany me (yay Kat!), and Friday night eventually rolled around...

The Air Canada Centre was jammed.

That Night in Toronto
We arrived at the packed ACC and settled into our assigned seats. The opening band was the Joel Plaskett Emergency, but to be honest I didn’t pay much attention because I was too excited. Who wouldn’t be?

After JPE finished their set, a short intermission followed whereupon I was escorted by a gentleman from Universal Music up to the narrow moat in front. Unfortunately I had to leave Kat behind in our seats, as the pass only allowed one person to go. Once up front, I flashed my badge (pictured) to a burly security guard, who waved me gruffly into the off-limits area.

My front stage area pass (left) and my ticket

My Little Sony
The thing is, I’m not a photographer. I didn’t own a film camera. Back then I only had those crappy 24-shot disposables (remember those?!), so I decided instead to bring my digital camera. I’d acquired it from my Silicon Valley employer as a reward for doing online course-work:

My Sony Cybershot S75. Mouseover to see reverse.

Even though it’s a bit ridiculous looking today (check out the viewscreen on the back!), it was a decent model then. I had outfitted it with a whopping 64mb MemoryStick, allowing me to take about 60 shots total.

Naturally, I wasn’t the only person snapping away. A contingent of newspaper and media pros was also present:

The ‘competition’ with real cameras and lenses
Finally, there was a film crew, shooting the band as they performed. Footage from that evening would be released in 2005 as the Hip’s first ever live concert DVD, That Night in Toronto -- the name comes from a line in the Hip song, Bobcaygeon.

I’m a confident guy in most respects, but when you’re standing there and every cameraman has a bigger lens than you... it’s a joke that writes itself.

As a matter of fact, you can occasionally snatch a glimpse or two of me from the recorded footage:

Still from That Night in Toronto, about 6:30 in.

I managed to take three photos that looked all right, in my opinion. When you don’t know anything about photography other than pressing down the shutter button, you have to luck out somewhat. For the initial image in this post, Mr. Downie had noticed me with my dinky consumer apparatus and—judging correctly that I was not a professional like the others in the moat—deliberately struck and held a pose mid-lyric so I could take the shot. Class!

The other two:

Downie belting out Vaccination Scar 

For the first couple of songs I stood off to the side, stage right, rooted to where I’d placed myself, but for the third song I felt emboldened and wandered over towards the middle.

Fully, completely in the moment

The rest of the photos were disappointingly what you’d expect of a non-photographer: blurry, out of focus, ill-composed snaps taken not quite at the right moments. It turns out concert photography requires skill. View: the whole gallery.

If you’re a geek, you can examine the EXIF data and, based on the time-stamps, you can play the DVD and figure out approximately when during the concert each photo occurred.

Here’s a photo of me taking a photo (is that too meta?):

Mouseover to see me take the shot...

All too soon, the three songs were over, and I was ushered back to my seat to re-join my friend. The concert, not counting the opening act, wound up lasting two rollicking hours, covering the major hits. Like so many other Tragically Hip performances, it was a blast for those in attendance.

The set list that evening. Photo by The Tragically Hip

Thanks in retrospect to Nicolas Casimir at The Toronto Star, and to Andrew Patton & David Lindores of Universal Music, for organizing the contest! It was great.

Context for this post & bonus links
I was cleaning up my hard drive when I stumbled across these photos and I thought, why not share them? Kinda belated, but...

[LINK: The Tragically Hip performing ‘Bobcaygeon’ during That Night in Toronto]



Google Reader is getting canned?!

Google just announced that they are shelving Google Reader this summer. As a nerd, I am shocked. WTF Google?!

Google Reader is Dead
This dialog box needs a Cancel option.

I accept that RSS has never been sexy. ‘What's this little orange icon mean?' Explaining it to a non-technical person almost always wound up confusing them more.

But it doesn’t mean they had to kill the service. Functionally speaking, it was fine as it was. They didn’t have to keep developing it. Stick a co-op student on it or something -- it’s not like they don’t have the resources.

I’m appalled. What a gross display of corporate indifference in the name of 'focus'. Instead of showing good stewardship for the technology and letting it sunset naturally, Google is screwing us over -- & doesn’t care. So much for trust.

Google Reader has been an essential, major interface to the web for me since 2005, and was a key factor in my readily adopting other Google services. It’s about the ecosystem, guys.

[LINK: Hitler finds out Google Reader is shutting down]

This is a teaching moment about the cloud -- don’t rely too much on any given service because it can just vanish if the provider feels like it. This act shakes my confidence in the long-term viability of every other Google service I use. Why should I use any of these tools if they’re subject to evaporating based on Google’s whims? What’s next on the arbitrary chopping block -- Gmail?

Google may profess not be evil, but on this day it has surely crossed the line into suckitude.

Other posts I’ve written on Google

Further (external) reading

Industrial food processing video clip - from Samsara

While I’m not necessarily a fan of consuming the output of mass industrialized food production -- with certain contextual exceptions -- I nevertheless am always fascinated by the logistics and engineering processes that go into the design of these large-scale systems.

This lovely excerpt from the film Samsara displays food factory production with hypnotic grace. While the content may be mildly disturbing, the soundtrack, slow panning, and time-lapse-ing 'cool' the visuals down, abstracting the mechanical violence and allowing you to observe the flow of material. The director also worked on Koyaanisqatsi, incidentally.

SAMSARA food sequence from Baraka & Samsara on Vimeo.



Mm. Who feels like a Big Mac?

Other Posts I’ve Written on Industrial Food
The Best Industrial Mushroom Processing Video You’ll Ever See
The ugly truth about orange juice
Why I love Waffle House - a personal reflection
Commercial honeybee colonies continue to die off a.k.a. that time I wrote to Buzz the Honeybee
Larabars - are they for real?!

Happy 179th, Toronto!

Happy birthday Toronto!

Image: the first page of the Act incorporating the City of Toronto, March 6, 1834
AN ACT, To extend the limits of the Town of York; to erect the said Town into a City; and to Incorporate it under the name of the City of Toronto.

It’s amusing how after a few lofty legal phrases the act gets down to business, authorizing the Commissioners of the Peace to 'appoint such days and hours for exposing to sale Butcher's meat, butter, eggs, poultry, fish and vegetables.'

Read the full act here. As far as I can tell, the first two and a half pages of the Act consist of a single, massive, run-on legal sentence.

Incidentally, Toronto sure was a lot smaller back then...

How I Beat The World’s Oldest Marathoner -- In His Racing Prime

The world’s oldest long-distance runner, Fauja Singh, aged 101, ran his final race in Hong Kong last week. He’s decided to retire from racing (but not running), after over a decade of international prominence.

Singh in training. Photo: Levon Biss for ESPN The Magazine.
Click to view original.

Congratulations to Mr. Singh, an inspiration to all of us!

Yes, I defeated the Turbaned Tornado
It’s thoroughly ridiculous to make this observation, but I did overtake the celebrated ‘Turbaned Tornado’ once, 10 years ago. Here’s the story:

It was at the 2003 Scotiabank Waterfront Marathon in Toronto. Listed under the name 'Fauga Singh', the then-youthful-92-year-old started in the 'Early Bird / Walker' section, which began the race about an hour and a bit before the main start.

So, because of the head start, it was actually kind of tight for me, in terms of passing Singh and his coterie -- it happened fairly close to the finish line, with just a few kilometers remaining down the stretch. He wasn’t as famous then, but I still recognized him. He was striding along at a decent pace. I vividly remember thinking, I’d better complete this race or I’ll never hear the end of it.

His sprightly time was 5:40 -- which, retrospectively, turned out to be his personal best over the course of 8 marathons -- while I limped in at a lousy 4:06 (I endured wretched calf cramps that day, sigh).

In 2004 Fauja Singh starred in this Adidas advertisement
for the Nothing Is Impossible campaign

That’s part of the fun of racing; technically you’re competing in the exact same event and the identical course as everyone else, including the world-class runners and other outliers. It’s very... egalitarian.

Now that his competitive running career is over (we’ll see!), I can make the absurd boast that I beat Fauja Singh -- at his marathon racing peak. Hahaha!

For more about Singh, read this excellent, thorough ESPN profile of him (including the painful tale of how he was snubbed by the Guinness Book of World Records): The Runner.

Will Ed Whitlock one day shatter Singh’s records? That would be my wager. Heck, I couldn’t beat Ed Whitlock in a race even if I were in my prime [Seriously. My best unofficial times for half marathon distances were around 1:45; last year Whitlock did the Milton Half in 1:38!]...