Day 252 – Matchbox Holder

Match Box 4

Matchbox holder.  Enamelware. I think the design looks Persian. There are no makers’ marks.

Match Box 3

The box of matches inside is empty. Primarily because it’s not quite yet the season for candles, which is when matches make a regular appearance in the OP household. When I first saw this object, I confess I didn’t know what it was at first glance. Even though I used to smoke.

Match Box 2

Tried to find out who invented matches. First results show an Englishman named John Walker did, in 1827 – friction matches.  Further digging attributes the invention to the Chinese in 577 AD. These were apparently not friction matches.

Match Box

Status: Borrowed from Mr. OP. It’s not really obsolete, of course, as we use it. But it is old fashioned, so keep.

Kill-ratio: 38: 4/ ~9:1

Alt-title: Untitled Object No. 252 For Storing UnIgnited Ideas

Happy Thanksgiving to my fellow Canadians! Grateful for my family, friends, and a whole heap of things/events that have made this year unfold as it has. Also grateful to you, dear blog reader. Thanks for reading.

It being a long weekend, I did lounge in my slippers, but also walked a lot outside. I am crossing off one item on my to-do list, which is writing a post about this Alt-Title business.

 

OT – Alt Titles

Musical Movement

Untitled Symphony No 140 in Blue.

Being a not-so brief explanation of this Alt-title nonsense.

For some time now, I’ve been adding Alt-titles (Alternate titles) to my posts at the end of the post.

This originated with a post by John at Notes to the Milkman  What Title Should I Give This Post”  speculating about titles (in blogs and art).  In it he mentions something I personally found quite amusing, > quoting the artist Damien Hirst: ” In a TV interview Hirst said “[A work] is either titled or it’s not and Untitled – what’s that? It’s like calling your kid Untitled. ‘Untitled Number 1, dinner’s ready!’ It doesn’t really work.”  ”

I started putting little Untitled Jokes at the end of my posts calling them Alt-titles (with the hope that those who know how to code html would get the extra joke). Jokes limericksmusicially inspired Untitled Titles abounded, until now, (for the moment) I have settled into the Alt-title Untitled Object No. X For …. format.

I credit John for the inspiring this idea, as well as Richard of The Future is Papier Mache , who pointed me to this post. Richard also experiments with many devices for post titles – including my current favourite, where he names posts after book titles and then tells you where the book sits in his house. Ben always includes a joke at the bottom of his posts and I credit him with the idea of putting the “joke” at the end of my posts.

And there you have it. Alt-titles.

Kill-ratio

My kill-ratio status refers to how many photographs I take versus how many I present. Typically if they are captioned, I don’t count them because it’s my blog, my rules. And often the captioned images are more explanatory, or not mine. Day 94 – Unknown Cable started off my kill-ratio status updates:

“p.s. Been thinking a lot of the concept of a kill-ratio, where you kill most of the ideas/concepts/whatever that come to the table first and then you’re left with the “one”, or the few. With project Obso, I end up shooting (the luxury of digital photography) dozens or gadzillions of images, and then the task at hand is to get a good kill-ratio. The out of focus ones are the easiest to murder of course, as are the not so well lit, and the ones with little bits of stuff in the background I didn’t notice are also fairly easy to discard. Then the task becomes more harder. Obso is helping me get better at this, but it’s still a challenge..

What is your kill-ratio like?”

Of course, it could be argued that better than a good kill-ratio would be to begin with shooting less and that happens sometimes too.

Day 252 – Book of Modern Prose

Book of Modern Prose

Modern Prose. Chosen & Arranged By Guy. N. Pocock M A. Made in Great Britain at The Temple Press, Letchworth, Herts. Last Reprinted 1940.

Book of Modern Prose

When I opened this small book up, the delicate fabric bookmark was pressed in between the pages. It felt as though it hadn’t been opened in decades. I love the blue colour of the fabric and also the pink pencil that was used to pencil in the corresponding embossed portrait on the front of the book.

This belonged to a relative of Mr. OP’s, although the prominent name throughout – Carl Bennett – was not a relative. He signed his name in three places, including the side. It’s too common a name to research and find out who he was.

Modern Prose. Again, something that lays claim to the term modern so easily finds itself out of date.

Book of Modern Prose

Book of Modern Prose

Status: It’s sort of a family heirloom, even though it didn’t belong to a relative? So untouchable by me.

Kill-ratio: 27:2 / ~14:1

Alt-title: Untitled Tome No. 252 For A Modern Free Spirit.

The customary shout out to Richard, and  John, for inspiring the Alt-Title Untitled post stuff, and to Ben for the jokes format.

It’s Sunday of the long weekend, and  the slippers have metaphorically won out over the to-do list. Although I walked a lot. In boots.
Saw the Buddha show at the Museum of Anthropology and walked with friends on the seawall. It was sunny all day. Perfect weather to inspire gratitude.

Day 251 – Loupe

Cynley Loupe

Cynley Loupe 8x Magnifier.

A diamond related  site names Roger Bacon as having invented the loupe in 1250. I wonder about the precision of the date.  But I did find back up information for this claim on a French optician’s website  which mentions that Bacon is often cited as having invented the first pair of glasses.  They quote from his book, published in 1267, so I presume that’s where the date comes from. Thank you Roger Bacon.  I would be lost without you.

Day 56 was a Nikon Loupe. This one is cheaper.

It is dusty and scratched and the lens was never that great anyhow. What makes it special, as I just discovered, is that there are zero go00gle results for the product. Neither cynley loupe nor cynley magnifier produce results. “Your search – cynley magnifier – did not match any documents.”
cynley loupe produced  a handful of  results, none of which are the loupe itself. This is pretty astounding. An unindexed object – pretty much says obsolete to me.

I kinda miss looking at contact sheets and negatives with a loupe. It made you feel like a real artist.

Cynley Loupe

Status: Dust off. Keep for its uniqueness.

Kill-ratio: 38:3

Alt-title: Untitled Object No. 251 For Viewing Imaginary Friends.

The customary shout out to Richard, and  John, for inspiring the Alt-Title Untitledpost stuff, and to Ben for the jokes format.

It’s Saturday of the long weekend, and so far the slippers are winning out over the getting my to-do list done.

Day 250 – Longreene Electra Ladies Watch

Vintage watch

Longreene Electra 21 “Ladies” Watch. Anti-magnetic. Electronically timed.

This was a gift from a much beloved Aunt who has passed on. It’s not that I even remember her wearing it when I was a kid, it’s just the gesture of the gift that makes me keep it. Although I had forgotten about it, until unearthing the old makeup bag in the back of the closet which harbours all kinds of obscure things.

It doesn’t work, but the winding mechanism still makes that fantastic, satisfying noise.

Vintage watch

Vintage watch

The blue is a bit of rubber band that got stuck to the watch.

Status: Record sound of winding mechanism.

Kill-ratio: 38: 3 / ~13:1
(I’m counting the 3rd image even though it’s captioned – a gal is allowed to be fickle)

Alt-title: Untitled Object No. 250 For Winding Down From An Annoying Day.

It’s a long weekend here – Monday is Thanksgiving (Canadian). I look forward to catching up on my to-do list or perhaps lounging around in slippers all weekend. Either way I am grateful to have let go of so much stuff, and to truly appreciate the stuff I still cling to – even if it is obsolete.

The customary shout out to Richard, and  John, for inspiring the Alt-Title Untitledpost stuff, and to Ben for the jokes format.