I guess I’m not about to produce a blue cloud of profanity over it, but I’m upset with Apple.
They announced on Friday that they are stopping development on Aperture, their pro photography product. They say it’s because their new direction is the “Photos App” that will be in the new OS next year.
Not only that, but the language they used did not give the feeling they are trying to address pro photo needs. It sounds like “Photos App” will replace Aperture and iPhoto, but I’m guessing that it’s going to be very iPad-like and aimed iPhoto’s target audience. Why didn’t they say a word about “And here’s what we are going to do for the pros who rely on Aperture for their business” or something like that? The omission is ominous.
Aperture was the amazing product that made Adobe realize that Bridge + Photoshop was a little heavy handed for most needs. Had there been no Aperture, there would be no Lightroom.
Bridge is a library tool that covers a very broad range of media, such as Illustrator work, in addition to photography; Lightroom is a digital asset manager that specializes in photography. Before Aperture there was only Bridge. Then Apple showed people what a great digital asset management tool could do for photographers.
These tools (Aperture and Lightroom) fill an important role: they are superb library management tools that provide lightweight nondestructive editing and support plugins.
I can’t imagine that a wedding photographer opens each and every shot in Photoshop and fine tunes it: they probably do most of their work in Aperture or Lightroom and go to Photoshop only for a few specific shots (e.g. combining two similar group photos to get one nice shot with everybody’s eyes open).
And now there is one: Lightroom
There are other tools in this space: many photographers use Photo Mechanic or Capture One; but most plugins are only made for Lightroom and Aperture.
I am working my way through the Lynda.com courses on Lightroom, but it just isn’t growing on me: All I can see is the warts and it’s hard to see the good stuff.
Maybe that Photos app will have pro features. I hope so.
Things that we should keep far away from young children:
–booze
–cigarettes
–drugs
–recorders
Seriously, who thought that it was a good idea to give recorders to the day camp kids at my workplace? I don’t mind the kids making noise most of the time, but those recorders are just agonizing.
I’ve been on federal jury duty far from home, so have been staying in a hotel. It sucks. All of those new tech toys I refused to allow my husband to buy for me because I’m a tree-hugger and what I had was all that I needed. Yeah, well, I sure did want them last week.
But I’m a stupid sort of tree-hugger, so next week I’ll be back in the hotel with my out-of-date tech toys, because I’m too stubborn to say anything or do anything about the issue.
One of my nieces claims that there’s plenty of food and room for everyone on Earth, so…no worries. Go ahead and breed, breed, be fruitful and multiply, have lots of blessings because you’re supposed to. Or something.
Vivalostwages, that sounds like a thing that popped up on Facebook a few years ago…something about the entire population of the planet could fit into an area the size of Florida, therefore we have plenty of room for more people, and saying there are too many people is like saying there are too many flowers.
After several months of unemployment, I manage to land a job; an extremely low-paying job (an almost 50% cut from my last position) with the state government. I was asked to produce two forms of ID for all the official paperwork. Well I only had my driver’s license on me at the time, so they said, “no problem, when you can bring in your passport, your birth certificate or your SS card and you’ll be good to go,” and they put me to work.
I looked high and low for my birth certificate, but I couldn’t find it. I don’t have a passport and that little cardboard card I got from Social Security 36 years ago hasn’t been seen since the tragic Wallet Washing Incident of 1985. So I go to the local SS office to get a replacement card; they’ll mail it to me, but here’s a little signed piece of paper you can give to your employers.
That didn’t quite work out; they need the actual shitty little cardboard card. Whatever.
Yeah, whatever, except – golly, according to the endless reels of red tape, without that proof of identity, I’m not allowed to work at all. After two weeks of training they tell me I’m not even allowed in the building and I was “temporarily terminated.” This translates as “completely fucking terminated.”
Of course I’ve been eagerly invited to reapply and re-interview for a job I had already been doing for two weeks. But I think they can eagerly kiss my balls at this point. The pay sucked – I could probably earn about the same thing delivering pizza’s; and coincidentally probably put about the same amount of miles on my car.
It’s Independence Day! Time to verbally fellate the troops! Another national holiday, another day for about a dozen of your facebook friends to post something along the lines of “Thank the troops for your freedom!” Fuck that shit. World War II-maybe. Civil War and Revolution, yes. Iraq, Afghanistan, Vietnam, Korea, etc. hell no.
Wow, yeah, cause certainly service members haven’t died or been maimed since WWII, and since they’re all cushy and safe and whole they don’t deserve acknowledgement or respect. Makes total sense.
Nowhere did I say that servicemen haven’t died since WW II. But none of them died to make us safe. Those who died in Vietnam, I have great sympathy for, particularly since so many went unwillingly. But all their blood was for naught, as was the blood spilled in Iraq and Afghanistan. But none of this means that we have to praise and glorify the troops endlessly at each and every national holiday.
Actually, she reads an execrable online mag called Above Rubies, which, judging by the article titles, tells women to be good little wives, never get divorced, and have tons of babies because there is no such thing as overpopulation.
Damn, I hope she’s not starting a Duggaresque quiver full. :eek:
