Hob Snobbin Large Format Style

Denny’s house of quits, bungles, booze — grand slams. An exploration in quits and stays.

So long. Been less than great.

The thread includes appearances from the main character types on the grand slam Large Format Forum. The main actor, the prompt for yet another caution post is the man who can’t afford photoshop cause his company doesn’t pay for internet.

Drowning my sorrows. 

snobby hobby

The cobbler bench of the dread thread.

Only one person said goodbye; took no offense. The others piled on like locker jocks at junior high. Of course the moderator proclaimed his effete status. Top of the heap of the snobby hobby — holding his glass atop the fat leg. Gotta love the selfie-ness of his life. Just another privileged consumer who should be exercising their legs instead of their privilege; their ego existence.

The burst responders provided:

Apparently not here, since I reported the OP two minutes after it went up with the suggestion that his whining “grand exit” post be deleted. Since Oren let it stand, I suppose he decided there’s more value in emphasizing the rules than hiding violations of them.  

by Sal Santamaura

A person who needs definitions is also one dependent upon rules — verified, enforced. If you, the owner’s agent won’t do it, it falls to me the wandering poster.

Who remains?

The end game is a swap shop at the end of the hobby. It is run by Moodle managers, redundant Government contractors, engineers that became ‘special project’ managers. These are the gatekeepers.

what remains. who

the ash. the residue. is inactive. but the key of the  gathering. the structure revealed by stress.

skeleton begins with the first bone

when he quit, they were angry. Why? He said he didn’t fit; that statement brought out the gang in them — Why become angry because someone chooses to leave you. Are you that lonely; fearful that you are losing air; power; influence?

10 years ago, when someone left, some of the group reached out. A decade later and the swap meet kicks over the sale sign and shouts at the poster. Then, they return to their congratulations about the exclusive knowledge, craft commitment and pride of honor for carrying the Great Analog Tradition. Art for the Weekend. Art on Vacation. Triumph in Retirement.

Dye Transfer – avoidance

Learn by doing — but what if you’re too afraid, too uncertain, or now, just too late — all the stuff is gone. Everything is gone, except the high posters of the internet forums. They continue to chatter about a process that few of them engaged. It is used as a merit badge. Most of these posters are imposters; much like Post Exchange warriors — GIs who served by serving in the mess hall.

standardized: my dog ate it

I don’t mean to be unkind. I do mean to caution you about the internet guides who are lost, yet continue shouting follow me to paradise. The above quote is from a dye transfer group saved from the Yahoo groups changes of the past winter. The quote (in blue) is a response from a poster found on both the film-chemistry photography forums. He has more than 20,000 combined posts; using the forums as though a twitter+message system.

His response was to an established printer who is giving ‘Poser’ the benefit of the doubt, and has asked for details about Poser’s process specifics. The response is a standard: “my dog ate it.” My notes are in my other pocket.

The picture shows the car length distance to Poser’s ‘Lab.’ Although, by the miracle of no-one-cares he is never outed. Oddly, he is easy to locate — each of his postings has an eponymous website which is dutifully crawled by internet archive. Poser took his site offline a few weeks after making an appointment to show his work. Apparently he wanted to limit the prior knowledge of the person coming to see his work.

Two Places / Ways

Dye Transfer tried and died. Several times. It is not a viable commercial product. Nevertheless it continues to be held up as an elegant standard. A marker of qualitative superiority. As such, it is also said to be difficult to learn; so difficult that few have ever mastered it. Of course, that is uttered by those who stress a reprographic approach; those who made meager livings by selling tickets to a weekend workshop; most importantly, by those failures of courage.

The people who find reason after reason not to make a print; to just pick up a guide and follow it. These latter day delayers are the most common person on the forums, even the groups.io listserv. Poser will ask questions on a forum, repackage it for presentation on another, thereby, gaining ‘process’ credit. This alleviates, or it has for several years, his need to show. Poser prefers to tell, never show.

The danger to you is the same as getting a map from someone who has never travelled the area. Don’t expect that you will get further than they, before becoming lost like them.

Why hasn’t Poser learned dye transfer? For a decade he has bragged that he had. Over the past year, he has modified that stance. He was confronted, partially, on a forum, by someone who does make dyes. They didn’t call him out — she just asked him questions. Elementary ones. Ones like he can’t answer on the listserv…

He can’t learn because he is a show-off who has found it easier to splash around in the kiddie pools of the internet instead of learning to swim.

A sad thing: if this were 1980, in one week anyone who was going to learn dye transfer would have had the foundation down. Currently, the same immersive method is stretched into longer time.

First, find the guide. Don’t worry about the shoes; that comes later.