Out of the naphtalene and into the highlands

After not having made a post about Myllypuro, not having made a post about work, not having made a post about any photo gigs nor any new techie gadgets I’ve gathered, I’ve returned to make a post about moving to Scotland for the rest of the year. Glasgow Caledonian University called, and I answered with ‘heck yeah I’ll take your design modules and care for them as if they were my own’. So that is where I’ll be posting from until January.

To create a completely new blog or not, is a rather relevant question.

I probably will, though. The future of ookap.net is unclear at best anyway, I should migrate it to my new hosting provider and WordPress is starting to feel really sluggish and ginormous for the type of updating I do. Something akin Tumblr would probably do everyone good, assuming everyone wants to have me posting anything. And why wouldn’t they.

Anyway, I’ll update this with a link when I get one.

Honey, we need to talk

All good things must come to an end.

I know the last five years have been great. Magnificent even. After all ups and downs, highs and lows, I never thought it would come to this.

But it is time for a change of scenery.

Time to try and find out what, if anything, lies beyond that which I’ve come to know and love during these years together.

It might take a few months, it might take a year. Hopefully none more than that. But I am certain it needs to be, it will do good for both of us. And when, not if, I come crawling back, we’ll both know that this time it’s for keeps.

You shan’t be forgotten.

(Now, play song, see relevant imagery.)

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But while something was lost, something was gained, to which this is relevant:
(PS. This post is about financial realities setting in, and us moving from these hoods to these other hoods, at least for now. Oh and yeah, Happy Holidays, err’ybody)

Uh-oh, I dun diddit.

Best in Class as chosen by voters.

I guess it’s OK. I am actually pretty pleased with it, considering it was my first time touching a 3D-modeling program.

The rhythm is all broken, the objects look crass, but I done got it done. All glory goes to Greyscalegorilla and Video Copilot.

Oh and a link to the music: Kill Paris – Baby Come Back

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EDIT: It was brought to my attention that apparently the enormous 720p-file plays fairly poorly in jwplayer over a low-bandwidth connection. So here’s a YouTube-version.

The end is near

After some 20 hours learning Cinema 4D from scratch, a week-ish of rendering in total, and finally two evenings in After Effects, I am close to finishing this 3D-graphics 101 -project. A final version has formed, AE is rendering, and I am only expecting to do some minor tweaks (knock-on-wood).

This has been a lot of work, a lot of fun and a lot of new stuff learned.

Soon we’ll see whether it was all for nothing.

Here’s the theme song for this ordeal.


Ps. Project #2 just started to remind me about high school last week. All the -joys- of acting, flowing back into my mind.

Can’t get no sleep

So instead I’m awake staring at the C4D render queue.

While simultaneously growing more and more frustrated with trying to get myself into liking MySQL. Or SQL at all. Or data management as a whole, for that matter. Not quite my cup of tea, so to speak.

Speaking of cups of tea, this tea I am sipping has soaked too long. Bitter, bitter.

Oh well, at least this 3D-animation is progressing as it’s supposed to.


They may have taken my town bike…

But they wouldn’t even want to touch my commuter.

A beaten, bruised, slightly rusty Peugeot UO-8 circa 1978. Originally picked up at Uusix, a local workshop where people in work rehabilitation make neat stuff out of junkyard scrap (not limited to bikes). Paid way too much, as I needed a bike badly that day, as it was in far from perfect shape to begin with.

After spending a few eurobucks at CRC and a more than enough time making the parts fit this legacy french frame, the bike now looks like this:

With a complete rebuild and modifications including but not limited to the addition of naughty drop bars, a new, sporty, (it has green on it!) saddle and some carefully selected additional colouring, I have attempted to steal-proof the bike as well as making it pleasantly rideable. It almost looks quick although it really isn’t too fast.

Now that this project is finished, I’m already itching to get myself a new (you know, new-new) bike that fits new parts in standard sizes. Because building this Frenchie was truly a pain at times.

A listful update about Flow Festival 2012

Can’t be arsed to actually write something.
So I’ll make a bullet point list about the most important things:

  • Friday was OK, Sunday was better, Saturday I missed.
  • The new arrangement of the stages was mainly brilliant & excellent
  • Do not place large graphic elements with arrows toward dead ends (nearly got crushed by drunk people)
  • Lykke Li was OK, but not really worth the one-year wait
  • Feist was probably the best show I watched from start to finish
  • Björk was weird, as expected
  • Friends was probably the most coked up on stage
  • Lack of Hudson Mohawke was the biggest letdown
  • Queue lenght to food stalls is directly indicative of the quality of the food served at the stall in question
  • Most recognizable male fashion trend: Boardwalk Empire -style undercut
  • Most recognizable female fashion trend: High-heel sandals with socks (since when was this kosher?)
  • Least tasteful fashion trend: Denim jackets/vests
  • The Carrera whateverthefuck-tunnel was crass and facepalm-inducing (and too loud for that matter)
  • The film-den had the shortest queues for alcohol. Also nice Fatboys.
  • Did not expect to see Hell’s Angels rocking out to the We Love Helsinki DJ’s. I’m glad they did tho’.
  • All in all, definitely an experience worth repeating, 4/5.
  • Perhaps some sort of intelligent Web Experience system for trading sold tickets, with integrated name changing options of some sort?
  • First time at Flow without the warmth and safety of a camera. That did not keep me from taking a few phone camera shots, though.