press pass = nervous.
I got promised a press pass for Thursday night by New Black!
At first, there was excitement. Then, the nerves crept in. With fear. And doubt.
This is going beyond amateur photography, isn't it? I mean, can I continue to claim that this is "just a hobby?" Seriously, is getting a press pass to a concert part of "just a hobby?" And are my photos good enough to justify a press pass?
Suddenly, I feel all this pressure. I'm sure, during the Blue Meanies, there's going to be all these professional photographers with these huge expensive cameras with lenses that go out to there, and then there'll be me with my little Panasonic digital 3x zoom. Don't even get me started about how these cameras are like extensions of their, um, manhood. I'll be the only one who needs that extra 3 feet closer access, really. Hey, you - quit laughing. Yeah, you, the one in front of the ten-year old Compaq Pentium 200 Mhz "computer" with the dying 13" VGA screen that takes up your entire desk. I see you. I bet your screen name is "littlebopeep69" on AOL. Isn't it? I thought so.
Um, where was I? And how did I get on such a weird tangent? Oh, yes. In the past, these "professional" (read: able to afford more expensive equipment than me) photographers have never really intimidated me. Heck, it's their job. It wasn't like my photos had to be better than theirs or anything; I was just doing this for myself. Besides, I was behind the fence. But now, well, I'm not making any money from this, but I'm sure I'll want press passes in the future. So my pictures have to at least be worth that. There's got to be some kind of give-and-take somewhere.
Geek's disclaimer: Yes, I know Pentiums weren't yet around in 1994, and neither were computers up to 200 Mhz. Deal. I also don't remember what size screens were or if VGA was the stuff then, either. Get over it.)
listening to: new black, orbital, moby, cake, crystal method
in my sink: a bowl, a spoon, a cup
At first, there was excitement. Then, the nerves crept in. With fear. And doubt.
This is going beyond amateur photography, isn't it? I mean, can I continue to claim that this is "just a hobby?" Seriously, is getting a press pass to a concert part of "just a hobby?" And are my photos good enough to justify a press pass?
Suddenly, I feel all this pressure. I'm sure, during the Blue Meanies, there's going to be all these professional photographers with these huge expensive cameras with lenses that go out to there, and then there'll be me with my little Panasonic digital 3x zoom. Don't even get me started about how these cameras are like extensions of their, um, manhood. I'll be the only one who needs that extra 3 feet closer access, really. Hey, you - quit laughing. Yeah, you, the one in front of the ten-year old Compaq Pentium 200 Mhz "computer" with the dying 13" VGA screen that takes up your entire desk. I see you. I bet your screen name is "littlebopeep69" on AOL. Isn't it? I thought so.
Um, where was I? And how did I get on such a weird tangent? Oh, yes. In the past, these "professional" (read: able to afford more expensive equipment than me) photographers have never really intimidated me. Heck, it's their job. It wasn't like my photos had to be better than theirs or anything; I was just doing this for myself. Besides, I was behind the fence. But now, well, I'm not making any money from this, but I'm sure I'll want press passes in the future. So my pictures have to at least be worth that. There's got to be some kind of give-and-take somewhere.
Geek's disclaimer: Yes, I know Pentiums weren't yet around in 1994, and neither were computers up to 200 Mhz. Deal. I also don't remember what size screens were or if VGA was the stuff then, either. Get over it.)
listening to: new black, orbital, moby, cake, crystal method
in my sink: a bowl, a spoon, a cup
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