UV Spheres in Blender

turning spheres into letters

turning spheres into letters

This is what an hour of productivity with my dad looks like. He has been learning Blender and Unity 3D to create a new online environment that incorporates lots of new hardware –  the Leap, Oculus Rift, and Kinect to go with lots of software – including Maya, MakeHuman, 3D Coat, and Photoshop and After Effects (some software I’m familiar with).

The above is the letters J E S S …spelling part of my name. Shift + A to add a new mesh UV sphere, then over to the wrench to add a multiresolution modifier, then subdivide it to smooth the sphere. Then hit Tab to switch from Object mode to Sculpt mode. Go up to the left, grab a brush, size it, and get to work making a mess. To copy the S like I did hit Shift + D. Then right-click and drag to re-position the copy.

Then go to the Material globe on right for more editing. I went to Diffuse to select the colors for my letters from the color wheel. From there I can also change the intensity and the shader model. When satisfied with my sphere smoothing savviness I selected save. Then went to the snipping tool and took a screen shot to share my skills with you.

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Getting Butter and Butter

In Phoenix in the afternoon and driving home just fast enough to let the guy that passes me get pulled over and home just long enough to get the dogs out of the car before getting back on the road. I head to Winston’s in Ocean Beach on Bacon Street and find a parking spot a half-block from the entrance. Christine, my concert partner, bought my ticket just in time – the show sold out. I got there in time to see the last two songs of Dead Winter Carpenters before Hot Buttered Rum took the stage – video here.

Erik on banjo

Erik on banjo

Nat on guitar

Nat on guitar

Aaron on fiddle

Aaron on fiddle

Bryan on double bass

Bryan on double bass

Lucas on drums

Lucas on drums

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Nothing Compares

Nothing compares to the weightlessness I feel.
Nothing compares to the feeling this is real.
Nothing compares to the speed of my heartbeat.
Nothing compares to the tingling in my feet.

The questions you ask are not rhetorical.
The questions you ask are debatable.
The answers I give are coated in meaning.
The answers I give are not mine alone.

Your face turns red and your hairs stand up;
is this prep for embarrassment or the hunt?
Your hands are cold and your eyes focused;
is this prep for giving or receiving a low kiss?

The embers burn low in your faith of desire.
Your passion grows high in the face of denial.
How trivial this matter that no one knows;
this dance of the mind in the shadows.

Take my hand in yours for warmth and guidance.
Take my heart in yours for palpable excitement.
Take my body in yours for peace of our turmoil.
Take my soul in yours for everlasting surrender.

Nothing compares to the soothing of your voice.
Nothing compares to the calming of your touch.
Nothing compares to the softness of your skin.
Nothing compares to what I am feeling within.

The voice in your head has now become reality.
The touch you feel has now become your own.
As you walk this path of etherealism;
do you not feel nature smiling within you?

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Wat, Roe, and Ice

After washing most of the color from my corn-starched body I got dressed warmly and was ready for lunch – a surprise my dad had planned for me, Caroline, and Brinn – who we went and picked up to join us. I realized we were headed back out to Tempe (the area we were destined to spend most of our day) and we soon pulled into a shopping center and walked into Cafe Lalibela, Ethiopian restaurant, for lunch.

plate of wat

plate of wat

Inside, at a table near us, sat some women with green hands. We had found fellow color runners. My dad said quite loudly, and purposely, something about dining near zombies. The ladies overheard us and wondered at our dryness. It felt neat to have something in common (running and food choice) with people that we would have otherwise not conversed with. Then we ordered tea and the vegetarian exclusive.

The plate takes up most of the table, but that’s fine as it’s the only one, and I’m quick to move my tea and water out of the way. I grab some injera (crepe-like bread) and scoop up some wat (veggies) and ingest. I even waited until I was done eating to lick my fingers. We had lentils, beans, collard greens, peas, cabbage, and carrots. All were served warm except for the azifah (brown lentils) which were decidedly the least favorite.

last of the injera

last of the injera

Fifteen minutes away was our next stop. My dad had ordered an adjustable height desk and needed a desk top for it, so we went to IKEA. While he waited in line with the wood of his choice, the rest of us went to the food section to search for something new. We found roe in a tube and appelkaka (Swedish cake) that filled our curiosity with already satiated bellies. We wouldn’t leave with the desk top today because it wouldn’t fit in the car and the delivery price was more than the product.

creamed smoked roe

creamed smoked roe

We dropped Brinn off, got burritos at Mi Pueblo, and then Brinn and Mary (his girlfriend) met us at the house to join us at the movie theater in Tempe to watch Chasing Ice – a documentary film about one guy’s quest, with lots of help from others, to capture melting glaciers with time-lapse cameras as evidence of climate change. The film stresses the determination of James Balog by talking about the amount of trouble he has gone through with multiple knee surgeries to keep him active in the field – a place that is beautiful, dangerous, and necessary for all life on Earth.

image from Chasing Ice

image from Chasing Ice

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The Residents: 40th Anniversary Tour

pre-show stage

pre-show stage

A band started like any other – a group of people putting their skills, or lack thereof, together to form sound and eventually end up performing on a stage in front of a growing audience and then releasing music and merchandise to the world. This band would make their début concert officially as The Residents in 1971 in San Francisco. The band members remain anonymous to keep the focus on their art output instead of their good looks.

peek-a-boo

peek-a-boo

Santa takes the stage

Santa takes the stage

My dad first saw them in Karlsruhe, Germany in 1990 at their Cube E: The History of American Music show. They left quite the impression – enough for him to have five of their records on iTunes and to attend another concert – Wonder of Weird: 40th Anniversary Tour – 23 years later in another country. I would be lucky enough to be in town when The Residents played at the Crescent Ballroom in Phoenix.

it's exactly what you think

it’s exactly what you think

It’s one thing to see a new concert…and to be one of the younger people there, but it’s neat to know that your dad was about your age the first time he saw them too. I’m glad we got there when we did. The staff was friendly and Caroline and I got matching t-shirts and wore them during the show. We were close enough to touch the stage and the guy next to me close enough to catch the spit of awesome as it was launched from Santa’s lips.

Santa worships the eye tree

Santa worships the eye tree

I enjoyed the oddity, the simplicity, and the nostalgia that I knew my dad and Caroline were feeling. He told me afterwards that they were laughing at me, in a nice way, when I had my camera poised for pictures in my right hand while using my GoPro to capture video in my left hand. I wanted to take it all in, but there is the struggle between letting the camera watch the show and enjoying it live for myself. And an odd note: I caught myself staring at Santa’s 70-year-old hands and watching the sweat drip from his nose.

do the creep...

do the creep…

There was a kid in the audience that was mimicking Santa’s every hand motion and raising his hands in the air as if accepting Jesus in church. I am so glad that I was beside him with someone in between and not behind him having him constantly block what little I would already be able to see. His hands interrupt the video that was shot from the back of the venue. I hope that kid enjoyed the show though and found what he was looking for.

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