Michael A. O’Neill

Author: Michael

  • High Rollers Weekend

    The High Rollers scooter rally claims to have the largest scooter ride in the nation: a ride to the Hoover Dam that supposedly involves close to a thousand scooters. I have no idea if that was the case. That ride was all about going as fast as one possibly could on desert roads that stretched well over 100 miles without stop signs or stoplights. Considering that scooters have top speeds ranging between 45 mph and 90 mph, it should be no surprise that the ride quickly deteriorated into dozens of individual clumps of scooters with similar top speeds, rather than a coherent group of hundreds of scooters. Which is what it should have been, at least in my humble opinion.

    Actually, all of the rides were like this. Disorganized, long and at top speed. That’s not to say that I didn’t enjoy zipping along in the desert at speeds varying between 60 and 70 mph. It’s just that the pictures I had imagined taking–of a tight pack of a hundred scooters or more weaving around an S-shaped pair of hairpin turns running down the slope of a hill with the rocky crags of desert mountains in the background–just weren’t there. Yeah, I could get a shot of three scooters coming around those hairpin turns. But the group broke up so quickly, there just weren’t any options.

    Stella So instead of trying to capture the feeling of being in a pack of scooters, I spent most of my photographic efforts zooming in close to parked scooters. The details were wonderful: see for yourself. And it didn’t hurt that High Rollers seemed to have a high proportion of blinged-out scooters.

    Like every scooter rally I’ve ever been to, of course, I felt completely out of place. There’s this hipster/mod-ster/rocker style that just doesn’t match with my crunchy-yuppie hybrid thing. Of course, I barely even tried to fit in this time. Instead of trying to find interest in what ever it is some individual has done to their scooter recently, I just spent the entire trip with my camera. I was completely and utterly exhausted, but the nine rolls I took turned out relatively nicely. I even got some decent pictures of the Strip and of Red Rock Canyon.

  • I caught the ball

    So TheServerSide.com‘s parent company, TechTarget, has taken some of us folks at Oracle out to the ballgame. Twice. The first time, I mainly went to hang out with Dennis. I figured we
    would have decent seats, but I had no idea how good they would actually
    be. They were dugout seats, right along the first base line. We were separated from the dugout where the sports photographers sat by nothing more than a chain.

    So the next time we got the invitation, I brought along all my photographic gear. Much to my disappointment, I was not allowed to use my tripod. So I spent the entire game with my camera braced up against the metal fence separating us from the field, because, with the low light, it would be hard to get steady pictures with a long lens. Besides, I had planned to use slower shutter speeds to capture the blur of motion. But the inconvenience and discomfort of being twisted at odd angles actually turned out to be a good thing: I was so worried about camera shake, even with the extra stability from the metal fence, that I pushed my film up two stops to guarantee that I would catch something in focus.Watching_small

    What I did catch, in two pictures, was a long, thin white streak. The baseball. I’ve always wanted to catch the blur of a baseball leaving a pitcher’s hand, or bouncing off the end of a bat. If I’d had my tripod, I would only have pushed the film up one-stop–which I did for the first roll of the game. No streak at one stop. The shutter speed was just too slow.

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    Okay, I’ll admit that the pictures aren’t so great. They’re super
    grainy, and they’re too dark to boot. But they were fun to take.

    I also discovered a useful feature of my scanner: calibrating the auto-focus. I wish I’d found this feature years ago. Every picture I’ve scanned is just a hair out-of-focus, even when the slide is razor sharp.

    Oh, I should also point out that I took these pictures six months ago. The photo development service at Oracle can only push process up 1.5 stops. So these two rolls have been sitting on a counter, waiting for me to find a place to develop them all this time.

    The gallery for the entire game is here.

  • XE cont…

    Our first XE banner ad is up on IT Toolbox. You might have to refresh a dozen times for it to appear. But it’s up.

    I’ll find some way to show the ad on here.

  • Oracle Database XE

    For the past three months–almost from the moment I moved from product marketing to campaigns–I have spent about 50% of my time working on promoting the launch of Oracle Database 10g Express Edition. The production release was available for download from OTN this past Friday, and the news is just starting to hit the wires. Three pubs, Network World, CIO and InternetNews.com, have covered the story already.

  • Revival of photography

    This new year, I didn’t make any resolutions, but I did set my
    priorities for the year. 2005 was perhaps the worst year of my life,
    between my father passing, six months of emotional and psychological
    abuse from my manager, and a roller-coaster relationship with my
    closest friend.

    Monkey_3So I decided to focus on a five things, from grieving for my father to getting back into my old hobby of photography. I have picked up my camera again, focusing on the area around my home:
    Potrero Hill, Hunter’s Point, SOMA, Bayview… Not necessarily my best,
    but a start. I have also made an effort to flesh out my photographic
    efforts of prior years, scanning shots from the Albuquerque International Balloon Fiesta (taken at least four yeas ago), the San Francisco Zoo (including this one), and the Golden Gate. Soon to come: Las Vegas and the High Rollers weekend.

  • Beginnings of my blog

    I’m not sure how long I will keep this up. Or if I even will beyond this month. But I have thought often of the long littleness of life in the months after my father died. And I thought maybe my children–if I ever have any–would like to hear of the daily littleness of mine.

    Every post that pre-dates this one is taken from old journals or writings. Things I thought would be interesting to add.

  • Coming home

    On my way back to NYC.

    Is Ellie born yet? I’ll find out when I get home, I guess.

    I’m sitting next to this American couple, from somewhere in the South, I’ll wager. I can’t believe the inanity of their conversation. I am such a misanthrope.

  • The road from Monteverde

    The drive back from Monteverde was bone jarring. God, that road was awful. All I can say is that I was so unbelievable grateful when I finally hit
    paved road. I had started grating and grinding my teeth about twenty
    minutes before out of sheer frustration.

    [At the airport a day or two later, some kid pulled me aside to do a survey of visitors to Costa Rica. he asked me what I thought of the quality of Costa Rica’s roads. I laughed and reminded him I’d been to Monteverde. He circled "poor" as my answer.]

    It was a long day. I left the Ranario at 10am, and I wasn’t back at my hotel after returning the car until 4pm.

  • The cloud forest

    The cloud forest itself was less photographically interesting to me. Though I was fascinated by the fill-me-ferns and the… shoot… I think it was a kind of bamboo. No. Shoot, I’ve forgotten but it has orange and black fruit the size of cranberries, the orange being unripe, but used to attract birds, while the black were edible.

    The thing about fill-me-ferns was how they retained water. There were just these huge droplets of water held in place, not evaporating, not falling. I must have wasted two rolls. I even tried the flash, just to see if I got some extra light play.

    I went back in the afternoon yesterday, too, but didn’t see anything of interest. I had one hell of a hike, racing against the light with my damned tripod over my shoulder. Didn’t want to get lost in the pitch black. No road like the first night.

    Today, I went on a canopy tour with zip lines. It was a good deal of fun. I went early, so the group was small, just four others–newlyweds from Manhattan and a mom with her teenage son. They were pleasant. I mainly kept to myself, but the disingenuousness of the new wife was cute, the son was pleased with himself, and since his mom was being dragged along against her wishes, he didn’t seem embarrased, even when they took the last zip line together. It was sweet, actually.

    I stuck around for the canopy walk, which was a little disappointing. I got, I hope, some decent shots of a dung beetle with little yellow antennae, three-pronged like a pitch-fork.

    Just as I reached the last and longest suspension bridge of the walk, I heard the rumble of a howler, just ahead. I started to move cautiously across the bridge, eyes peeled at the canopy below and beside me. Nothing. Then I heard that low-throated rumble again, even closer ahead of me. I kept moving, prowling the trees with my binoculars. Nothing. And I wasn’t close enough to the source to traingulate. So I waited, staring into the canopy, probing, wishing. This was my only shot at getting a photo of a howler. I waited at the far end of the bridge so I could triangulate. I waited. And waited. Over an hour. In the sun. At noon. Without sunscreen. I got a burn, surprise, surprise. And never heard the howler again, let alone spot the critter. What a waste.

  • Monteverde

    John, the proprietor of La Colina Lodge, set me up with a guide named Ricard. "Muy tranquilo" John assured me. John said Ricardo was a descendant of the first Quakers who settled at Monteverde.

    Ricardo was muy tranquilo. Posiblemente un poquito mas tranquilo que yo prefiere.

    But he sure could spot the birds. Right by the hotel we spotted two male resplendent quetzals and a couple of females too. I got a quick glance of a three-wattled bell bird. It was funny: I read the section in The Lonely Planet guide about the bell birds, how the author thought the wattles were worms. Guess what my first comment was? "Are those worms in its mouth?" Duh.

    Ricardo also spotted some toucanettes. I may have gotten a couple of shots. The flash wouldn’t work with the tele-extender, so that was limiting, and for some bloddy reason, I didn’t bring the tripod. That big old tripod is great, but sometimes, I long for one of the cheapies that I used to use. The cheapos are so easy to handle, and so damned light. That woman I took the lessons from at Bodie had made fun of me for using the cheapo, arguing that most of the time you’re shooting from your car. Which is true, but those times when you hike…

    Anyway, the long and short of it is that I don’t have the equipment to do what I’m capable of. My lenses don’t allow in enough light. That’s the bottom line. But those low f-stop lenses are expensive, and they’ll just add more weight to my kit. Which means I push the film. Bloody hell.

    So, back to Monteverde. I’m not sure the shots I took are going to turn out well. The shutter speeds were too slow, the camera too heavy with the flash. Hell with it.

    Ricardo was an interesting bloke. He talked like a Yank, and while I’m sure he’s fluent in Spanish, his accent made him sound like a Yank. But he grew up there, was raised there. Spent some time in Indiana, yes; and had been out to the Grand Tetons, but… Here’s the thing: he was a Yank in my eyes, so therefore as an ex-pat he should be better off than a tico, yet he didn’t own a car even though the town stretched for miles, and was even more miles from anyplace else! How could he live without a car out in the sticks? I mean, he would be stuck there with his wife and three kids. No way to get out or move around!

    Which is when it hit me. He’s not an ex-pat, he’s a tico, living in Costa Rica’s economy.

    Sorta like Kim and John, the divorced co-owners of La Colina. John "fled" England in the 70s for LA, and had spent some years up in the Bay Area as well. Said how he was a working class Brit, university education, and because of the class structure, he couldn’t get much better of a job than construction. So he left. Found his cockney accent made him socially upper-middle class in the States (hell if we know–Michael Caine sounds distinguished to us). Kim was an Angeleno, but I believe they met in Australia on a biking trip. Anyway, I think they’d been together for twenty or so years, and had a three-year-old. They had managed a successful business together near Arenal for seven years, but Kim implied they were putting too much of themselves into the work and were in an even more isolated area than Monteverde. Hell, point is, Kim said it was very hard to make a living, and then I realized again, the ex-pats don’t make US wages and live like kings. They live in the same "developing" conditions ticos live in.