This is a new software (not released quite yet) that takes a large collection of photos of a place or object, analyzes them for similarities, and displays them in a reconstructed 3-Dimensional space
You can find out more (and watch some videos) here:
http://labs.live.com/photosynth/whatis/
It could be the future arriving now, in a way we thought it could happen, but not quite expected. I am pretty excited about it.
Tuesday, 12 September 2006
Friday, 25 August 2006
YouTube
I just discovered YouTube.
And of course created a profile there.
http://www.youtube.com/user/FlyingPengy
The website is too cool and you can end up spending weeks checking it out, unless you manage to bring yourself to turn off your PC.
Fab.
Of course I could not resist being silly about it.
And of course created a profile there.
http://www.youtube.com/user/FlyingPengy
The website is too cool and you can end up spending weeks checking it out, unless you manage to bring yourself to turn off your PC.
Fab.
Of course I could not resist being silly about it.
Wednesday, 19 July 2006
URSULA LIVES!
Remember Ursula, the 'lovely' Octopus Witch of Little Mermaid fame?
Well I found her. She has temporarily taken the form of a human grandma on the Greek island of Serifos, at a taverna by the sea, threatening a young boy of around 5 years old to eat meatballs, or else a terrible fate would await him. I dared not try and find out what that fate would be, because as I glanced at her, and the look of recognition came upon my face, I swear I felt my voice getting stolen from me for a short while... God only knows how I escaped with my life, as I tried to take these documentary pictures... for posterity. So next time some wise-ass tells you "It's ONLY a movie, don't be scared!" well... I suggest you run for your life.
I know I did.
Well I found her. She has temporarily taken the form of a human grandma on the Greek island of Serifos, at a taverna by the sea, threatening a young boy of around 5 years old to eat meatballs, or else a terrible fate would await him. I dared not try and find out what that fate would be, because as I glanced at her, and the look of recognition came upon my face, I swear I felt my voice getting stolen from me for a short while... God only knows how I escaped with my life, as I tried to take these documentary pictures... for posterity. So next time some wise-ass tells you "It's ONLY a movie, don't be scared!" well... I suggest you run for your life.
I know I did.Sunday, 16 July 2006
Serifos 2006
(See... it started out as a paradise on earth.)
(Dafne was happy.)
(Bobos was happy too.)
(Katerina was very happy, when we went to the old mines.)
(The mines were amazing, so I was happy too.)
(Then I tried to take THAT photo.)
(But then I suddenly fell into a pit. Didn't hurt. Much.)
(Night came, and I was left alone. Of course I was brave.)
(And obviously it did wonders for my pcychological state.)
(But then I was saved, and saw the divine beach again.)
(So naturally I was once again happyl.)- THE END -
Monday, 20 March 2006
HERMES Short Film
Hermes is the first short film that I wrote/ produced & directed after University and the student films I made there.
First inspiration for it came one late evening, when I heard a song by Chicane, (Saltwater - Thrillseekers Remix) on my car's CD player. I knew the song already, but it was the first time I heard the particular remix. A single image somehow invaded my thoughts while listening to it: A wheel chair, tipped over on the beach, next to the surf.
I don't know where it came from, or what it was all about, but is was crystal clear. This image on the sandy beach haunted my thoughts. Instinctively, and while the song was approaching its end, I pressed repeat on the player. And kept pressing repeat, again and again. I tend to get like that with music I like (which is something that tends to drive people crazy), but something about this case was different.
For about a week, every time I would get behind the wheel of my car, I would listen to the same song over and over. Each time, would be slightly different from the previous one, however they were all the same, in the sense that I started to get more images in my head as the week went on.
Few days later, I had a basic concept of a story I had to tell. I decided I would let it go, and see what came of it out of my subconscious. Surprisingly enough, not a single aspect of the story diminished when I came to it again a few weeks later. This is when I decided to put pen to paper, or rather, bytes to memory, as I started the first draft of the script, which was to be "Hermes".
The rest is of little importance, as I of course went through all the usual trials and tribulations facing all the various production stages of a new film, faced by everyone who has ever attempted making a movie of any kind, I am sure. In the end, and after 2 years and a half in which many people shared in my vision and were willing to get involved in helping it come to life, I finally got in my hands the finished product.
Despite it very much being my intellectual child, it is no longer my own. It was a team product, and every person involved, every event that affected the process of making "Hermes", greatly added to or took away something from my original idea, making it better most of the time, or occasionally worse, but surely overall something greater than whatever I could have hoped for.
That is, I feel, the beauty and wonder of any creative piece of work. It now belongs to everyone out there. People will either like it, hate it, or worse, be totally indifferent to it. It may affect some in many more ways, then again maybe not. I have of course moved on to making new things, and each new thing will always have a little journey of its own ahead.
"Hermes", however, no matter what, will always be my single tiny idea, come to life.
First inspiration for it came one late evening, when I heard a song by Chicane, (Saltwater - Thrillseekers Remix) on my car's CD player. I knew the song already, but it was the first time I heard the particular remix. A single image somehow invaded my thoughts while listening to it: A wheel chair, tipped over on the beach, next to the surf.
I don't know where it came from, or what it was all about, but is was crystal clear. This image on the sandy beach haunted my thoughts. Instinctively, and while the song was approaching its end, I pressed repeat on the player. And kept pressing repeat, again and again. I tend to get like that with music I like (which is something that tends to drive people crazy), but something about this case was different.
For about a week, every time I would get behind the wheel of my car, I would listen to the same song over and over. Each time, would be slightly different from the previous one, however they were all the same, in the sense that I started to get more images in my head as the week went on.
Few days later, I had a basic concept of a story I had to tell. I decided I would let it go, and see what came of it out of my subconscious. Surprisingly enough, not a single aspect of the story diminished when I came to it again a few weeks later. This is when I decided to put pen to paper, or rather, bytes to memory, as I started the first draft of the script, which was to be "Hermes".
The rest is of little importance, as I of course went through all the usual trials and tribulations facing all the various production stages of a new film, faced by everyone who has ever attempted making a movie of any kind, I am sure. In the end, and after 2 years and a half in which many people shared in my vision and were willing to get involved in helping it come to life, I finally got in my hands the finished product.
Despite it very much being my intellectual child, it is no longer my own. It was a team product, and every person involved, every event that affected the process of making "Hermes", greatly added to or took away something from my original idea, making it better most of the time, or occasionally worse, but surely overall something greater than whatever I could have hoped for.
That is, I feel, the beauty and wonder of any creative piece of work. It now belongs to everyone out there. People will either like it, hate it, or worse, be totally indifferent to it. It may affect some in many more ways, then again maybe not. I have of course moved on to making new things, and each new thing will always have a little journey of its own ahead.
"Hermes", however, no matter what, will always be my single tiny idea, come to life.
HERMES - Short Film
Monday, 6 February 2006
Olny srmat poelpe can raed tihs alcitre
I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg.
The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it denos't mtater in waht oredr the ltetres in a wrod are, the olny iprnoatmt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can slitl raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.
Amzanig huh?
if you can raed tihs psas it on !!
The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it denos't mtater in waht oredr the ltetres in a wrod are, the olny iprnoatmt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can slitl raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.
Amzanig huh?
if you can raed tihs psas it on !!
Tuesday, 10 January 2006
Wednesday, 3 August 2005
Fear, Irrational?
Today I went to the doctor to collect my blood test results... It's been about a year since my last HIV test (all people should get tested from time to time, especially if they indulge in casual sex) and decided it was about time I did too.
Now, I always practice (and preach) Safer Sex, but as we all (should) know, no sex is safe sex. Celibacy is the only true Safe Sex you can have. That and wanking :-) So naturally, I got a bit anxious. For some strange reason, I woke up especially early, after an uneasy sleep, and couldn't stop thinking about it. I was counting the hours and minutes til I got to the doctor, and I kept getting more anxious as the day went by.
By the time I got to the doctor, I was almost shaking. I had a little orange squezy anti-stress ball with me, and I almost pulled it apart due to my anxiety... I waited outside the doctor's office for about 10 minutes, which seemed like a week. I prayed and kept repeating: negative, negative, negative...
Finally, the door opened, and I got in. Said I had come to collect my results. I have no idea what I must have looked like (probably wite as a sheet), but she told me to shape up and be calm. Felt like I was about to collapse. No. The wait outside the door wasn't long. This 25second wait til she found my file, lasted a lifetime. I sank down on a chair and felt like I was going to faint.
Thankfully she said quickly enough "you're negative". And I felt myself split in two. I breathed out deeply. And thanked her and left. This was the first time in my life I let fear conquer me so much and nearly make me a nervous wreck.
Of course I was negative, I always play safe (as can be), but anyone who -faced with this process- denies having any fear towards the outcome, is a blatant lier..
It's a terrible thing, and my thoughts and love goes out to every single person out there who has had to hear a different result than I did again today. But my thoughts also go out to all the doctors and nurses out there who deal with life's harsh realities. Especially when they are bearers of bad news.
One day, soon enough, we will all be free again. I sincerely believe it.
Now, I always practice (and preach) Safer Sex, but as we all (should) know, no sex is safe sex. Celibacy is the only true Safe Sex you can have. That and wanking :-) So naturally, I got a bit anxious. For some strange reason, I woke up especially early, after an uneasy sleep, and couldn't stop thinking about it. I was counting the hours and minutes til I got to the doctor, and I kept getting more anxious as the day went by.
By the time I got to the doctor, I was almost shaking. I had a little orange squezy anti-stress ball with me, and I almost pulled it apart due to my anxiety... I waited outside the doctor's office for about 10 minutes, which seemed like a week. I prayed and kept repeating: negative, negative, negative...
Finally, the door opened, and I got in. Said I had come to collect my results. I have no idea what I must have looked like (probably wite as a sheet), but she told me to shape up and be calm. Felt like I was about to collapse. No. The wait outside the door wasn't long. This 25second wait til she found my file, lasted a lifetime. I sank down on a chair and felt like I was going to faint.
Thankfully she said quickly enough "you're negative". And I felt myself split in two. I breathed out deeply. And thanked her and left. This was the first time in my life I let fear conquer me so much and nearly make me a nervous wreck.
Of course I was negative, I always play safe (as can be), but anyone who -faced with this process- denies having any fear towards the outcome, is a blatant lier..
It's a terrible thing, and my thoughts and love goes out to every single person out there who has had to hear a different result than I did again today. But my thoughts also go out to all the doctors and nurses out there who deal with life's harsh realities. Especially when they are bearers of bad news.
One day, soon enough, we will all be free again. I sincerely believe it.
Sunday, 24 July 2005
Wednesday, 29 June 2005
Good Start
So the latest news are that the 7th International Panorama of Film & Video (taking place in September 2005 in Athens) will be showing my short film ''Hermes'' (www.hermes-movie.gr though the site is still under construction, there are a few pages up there already).
Yeaaaahhhh!
The first of many, I hope I hope I hope.
Steven (Spielberg), did you make a note of that? *hint hint wink wink nudge nudge blink blink*
Yeaaaahhhh!
The first of many, I hope I hope I hope.
Steven (Spielberg), did you make a note of that? *hint hint wink wink nudge nudge blink blink*
Thursday, 31 March 2005
Bittersweet
It's been a strange week-and-a-half.
My first short film, "Hermes", was finally finished and it now remains to be seen what it can do for me, how many doors in my career it can open wide or not. Of course I am not completely happy with the result. But given the time, finances and circumstances involved, it is, I feel, a very good short film. There are lots of things I would change, but again, the day when I will be completely happy with the outcome of my work, not being able to find any faults to it, will be the day to pack it in. In the end, I also got a sense of sadness, because after a year and a half it is finally finished and now I have to move on. Bittersweet...
Second thing that happened, is I realised I am falling in love. I am not "In Love" yet, but I guess seriously on the way there. With someone I met almost three months ago. We started off as casual acquaintances, then moved on to being friends, a situation I was very comfortable with. Chemistry between us never went away though, and last week, after a few things that happened between us, I realised my feelings must have changed, and I don't even know if they are now mutual between us anymore. I think I sort of panicked and kept a bit of a distance, which ended up being reciprocated. And now I stand wondering what on earth to do, though I already have started to fall OUT of love already for various reasons. But the feeling of falling in love, even if it is for a short time, is always happy, and it's certainly been a while for me... Bittersweet again...
Life is a strange ol' thing. Pulls you up in heavens of joy on one minute and then, throws you down into the mud the next.
My first short film, "Hermes", was finally finished and it now remains to be seen what it can do for me, how many doors in my career it can open wide or not. Of course I am not completely happy with the result. But given the time, finances and circumstances involved, it is, I feel, a very good short film. There are lots of things I would change, but again, the day when I will be completely happy with the outcome of my work, not being able to find any faults to it, will be the day to pack it in. In the end, I also got a sense of sadness, because after a year and a half it is finally finished and now I have to move on. Bittersweet...
Second thing that happened, is I realised I am falling in love. I am not "In Love" yet, but I guess seriously on the way there. With someone I met almost three months ago. We started off as casual acquaintances, then moved on to being friends, a situation I was very comfortable with. Chemistry between us never went away though, and last week, after a few things that happened between us, I realised my feelings must have changed, and I don't even know if they are now mutual between us anymore. I think I sort of panicked and kept a bit of a distance, which ended up being reciprocated. And now I stand wondering what on earth to do, though I already have started to fall OUT of love already for various reasons. But the feeling of falling in love, even if it is for a short time, is always happy, and it's certainly been a while for me... Bittersweet again...
Life is a strange ol' thing. Pulls you up in heavens of joy on one minute and then, throws you down into the mud the next.
Sunday, 20 February 2005
Spring Fever
I love sunshine weather. It brings out the best in me. I need a lot of sun in my system to function well during the year I think. And I have really missed it. This past summer season, I was working too hard, and also volunteering for the Olympics in Athens (Rehearsals Operations Support Volunteer for the Opening and Closing Ceremonies), which left me precious little time to barely take a 4 day holiday. Ok I made that up to me by taking a 3 week trip to Denmark, Norway, Finland, Estonia and London in October/November, but summer is summer, and there is NOTHING like a great relaxing summer holiday, basking in the heat and sun, swimming in the clear blue waters of distant white-sand Greek beaches, losing track of time and place, while sweating on the sand, and if fortunate enough, being in Summer Love..
Monday, 14 February 2005
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