Dependence. We all know what it feels like. There are many things in our lives upon which we are dependent: food, water, air. While those are the obvious ones, we’re also dependent on human connection, sleep, salt, vitamin D, clothing (in most climates), eye glasses, and many more. I’m not even including the “things we cannot do without” like Instagram, photoboming, Bejeweled, or coffee. Well, wait, coffee just might be on the list.
You know you’re dependent on these things, and you go through withdrawal symptoms when they get low. Hunger is the obvious withdrawal symptom for lack of food, but it frequently can hit us even if we don’t feel physical hunger pangs–we’ll get cranky, tired, irritable–all the things that the Snickers commercials poke fun at. We enjoy those commercials because they point out something obvious–someone in food withdrawal doesn’t always recognize they’re in withdrawal.
And that’s true of many of our dependencies: the withdrawal symptoms aren’t always obvious, even to those of us who are familiar with them.
Caffeine, nicotine, and ethanol are three substances that our bodies don’t actually need, but we readily consume them, and frequently form dependencies on them. And humans aren’t alone in this regard. I currently have dependence on caffeine, have never experienced nicotine dependence, and have experienced ethanol dependence not too long ago.
Ethanol dependence might be referred to as alcoholism by some people. So if I had alcoholism, you might call me an alcoholic. Or a recovering alcoholic. Or a former alcoholic.
I still internally bristle at the label of alcoholic, and I think that comes from my difficulties with Alcoholics Anonymous. I may write more about AA in the future, but one of the things I dislike about the AA program–not the people in the program–is the “once an alcoholic, always an alcoholic” idea. Another is that the program teaches that alcoholics are fundamentally different from other people. Since alcohol dependence can be induced in non-human animals (this review of methods for accomplishing dependence was written in 1973, so this idea isn’t new) it seems incredibly ignorant and myopic to consider alcohol dependence in humans as something to which only some people are susceptible.
So what is ethanol dependence like? It’s nothing like what you’ve seen in movies or TV shows. The alcoholic caricature is pervasive and wrong. For me, dependence meant that 12-16 hours after my blood stream was free of alcohol, I would start to feel uneasy and a little bit irritable. That’s it. Doesn’t really make for compelling TV does it? To relieve that uneasy irritability, I would have a drink. That drink would taste good and make me feel good, and that uneasy irritability would start to fade. I didn’t want that feeling to return, so I would consume a semi-steady flow until bed time. The hazard, of course, with alcohol is that as more gets into ones blood stream, the harder it is to self-regulate the flow. So sometimes I would have more than I intended–more than was necessary to relieve the uneasy irritability. I never got into trouble as a result of the difficulty in self-regulating, but I can easily see how someone might.
Now you might be wondering, Ah, but how did it start? Isn’t that where the real problem is? Didn’t some defect of character lead you down that road? I would agree with you if alcohol were difficult to obtain. I would agree if I had to harm other people in my quest for alcohol. But if you think I’m deficient of character, then you’ve got to include nearly every other alcohol consuming adult (and that’s a lot of people). It pervades our culture. It’s advertised nearly everywhere, and sold in places that just make no sense: nearly 2% of adults report that in the last 30 days they’ve driven after drinking too much AND we sell the stuff in gas stations and drive throughs! Its everywhere, and one drink does not an alcoholic make.
I’m currently ethanol independent. My body is free of the dependence that I’ve felt several times previous, and I see three possible courses in my future:
- Drink when I want, and ride the roller-coaster of dependence up and down, hoping that since I’ve never gotten in trouble before that I won’t in the future.
- Drink only in small amounts so as to reduce the risk of dependence.
- Abstain from consuming alcohol entirely, completely eliminating the risk of dependence.
In the last five years, I’ve done all three. Only one of these options is safe. Number 1 is risky, and increases the likelihood of ethanol impacting me and everyone in my life. Number 2 can work for short periods, but still has a significant risk that small amounts won’t stay small. Number 3 has as its only downside that I choose not to drink beverages containing ethanol.
So I’m abstaining again, but this time I’m admitting I need help in maintaining my abstinence. AA may play a role, despite my reservations. I’m also looking at LifeRing Secular Recovery and SMART Recovery. If you’d like to join me in ethanol independence, let me know.
I’ve been playing with film just a bit recently. It all started with friends giving me some expired film. I had the first roll developed by Walgreens and was less than pleased at paying lunch-for-two to get it developed. So I figured my next step was to try my hand at developing film myself. So I popped another roll into my wife’s 35mm camera and went to play.
And this is when the interesting stuff started to happen. On a long-weekend family vacation, I took both the film camera and a point-and-shoot digital. I wanted to shoot film for the experience, but I didn’t want to chance important moments to expired film and my as-yet-untested developing skills. So I slowed down mentally (I know, not too tough), and searched for images that “deserved” to be shot with film. But at the same time, I also captured images with the decently-capable P&S because I knew it would get the shot. I was also careful to NOT try to duplicate images. My goal was not a “digital vs film” comparison, but rather a Rick-on-film vs Rick-on-digital. So I had to let my mind wander into the film landscape, knowing that I had limited frames to work with. The blessing of the vacation was that it wasn’t a once-in-a-lifetime trip; my wife and I have done this trip 6-8 times as a couple. That’s not to say that the images and relationships aren’t important, just that the images aren’t going to be the only long-lasting memories from the trip.
So I had some expired Kodak CN400BW film in the camera, and I started researching B&W film processing. In principle, it isn’t too difficult. Load the film into a developing tank in a dark bathroom. Out in the light, pour in some developer, agitate and soak for X minutes. Dump and add “stop” solution. Soak for 30 seconds. Dump and add Fixer, agitate and soak for 3-4 minutes. And voila, developed negatives. So I bought my first batch of chemicals and developing tank for about $60 at MPEX. I calculated my break-even point at 7 rolls of film.
Perhaps you noticed that I left ‘X’ undefined above. Yeah, that’s where the art of film developing comes in. Oh, and I mentioned that the film was “expired” right? One more thing, the film was supposed to be developed in C-41 chemicals, but I had B&W chemicals. A wee bit of Googling and I decided to try processing the film in B&W chemicals for 12 minutes as one post suggested. And another thing–some processing times at listed at 50% dilution, others at full strength. I have no clue what that one random Internet post was for. 12 minutes. That’s all I knew. “Normal” B&W processing would be in the 5-8 minute range.
And based on my previous experience, thought I, my film was underexposed, probably due to the expired nature of the film. So I had been treating the ISO 400 film as ISO200 or ISO160, essentially over-exposing by more than a stop. Do you sense where this is going?
I developed the film and then tried to scan it, But my film wasn’t laying flat, so the scanner couldn’t get sharp focus on it easily. Until I cut some plexiglass from a picture frame as a make-shift film lay-flatter. Then I got to see just how shitty my pictures came out.
Yeah, that’s meta analog on digital, biotches. My wife was all like “I heard your shutter.”
OK, they aren’t terrible in a film-era-student-in-the-lab-with-a-drunk-professor sort of way. And they look way better when made web-sized than when viewed largishly.
Oh, and by the way, I lied. I did make a few pictures with both film and digital. Just because. Here’s the equivalently cropped and post-processed version of the bridge shot above.
So, anyway, I was underwhelmed by my film results. I had successfully developed two rolls all by my self, so that was an accomplishment, I ‘spose. There were just too many not-quite-by-the-book variables to know what was right and what was wrong.
Are you still with me? Fantastic. I write this stuff for me mostly, but I’m happy you’re reading it too. So let’s talk about how I turned my curiosity about film up to 11.
In the digital world, “medium format” is the shit. It is lauded and praised. It is amazing, says every photographer who has ever seen it. If a one-generation-old DSLR is less than $500, then a one-generation-old digital medium format camera is less than $5000. Yes, they are 10 times more expensive for 2.5 times the sensor size.
And that probably was true in the film era as well. Since you can buy very nice film cameras for next to nothing, then that means you can buy very nice medium format cameras for 10*next-to-nothing. And that’s what I did. Stupid? Perhaps. Goofy? Oh yeah. The Pentax 645 and 80-160mm lens pictured above cost me $260 including shipping on eBay. My son called it the “bigger, blacker, camera” a la Cards Against Humanity. Developing medium format film is exactly the same as developing 35mm film, except that it costs twice as much (kinda… don’t take that literally). So I bought a couple of rolls of film (not ‘expired’ this time) from my local MPEX, natch. I loaded a roll, and took the beast to a family birthday party.
No, wait, first I took a selfie. In a bathroom mirror. Because nothing says “serious photographer here” than a bathroom selfie shot onto 600mmx450mm of celluloid.
So I had two challenges with the roll. A couple of the images have the film type on the left edge: Kodak TMAX 100. FOR. THE. LIFE. OF. ME. I thought I had bought TMAX 400. So all my images were underexposed by 2 stops. Or more. Because there were a couple of shots that I intentionally underexposed because the light was so dim, that I was counting on my ability to enhance in post. So I googled “push processing” and developed my film in such a way as to make it look as if it were exposed correctly. It didn’t work, but thank Adobe that Lightroom was able to help me recover digitally where I failed in analog.
A handful of these images turned out OK. The pics posted above suffer from two major problems: photographer frugality and scanning tech impatience. Yup, both are me. My developing technique still needs work, and my desire to clean my scanning surfaces and film is seriously lacking.
And yet, through the problems, I can see something alluring, intoxicating even, in these images. I don’t yet know what it is.
I’m convinced that film developing is a craft that really deserves to be learned in an apprenticeship. I followed instructions as best I could, but there are so many details left unstated. Developing film is kind of like making a bechamel–no matter how precise the instructions are, there’s no accounting for the practitioner’s experience. I learned to make bechamel with my wife’s guiding hand, but my first film developing was done in the dark. [Rim shot, please].
I have one roll of medium format film left. After I make images with it, I’ll have it professional processed and scanned. Then I’ll decide if I’m keeping the bigger, blacker, camera.
Related to my last post, I saw contrasting behaviors amongst guests at a wedding I recently attended.
- Four people were sitting at their table, after dinner, all heads down, interacting with their smart phones and not each other.
- One person, isolated herself from the reception by sitting at an out-of-the-way administrative desk, was intently typing a message on her phone for several minutes.
So, again, I get that phones are important methods of connecting us with the world beyond our immediate vicinity. They are very powerful. I know not what the four people were doing in the first situation. I believe that whatever the woman in the second was doing was very important to her. Therefore, I would like to propose the following social etiquette for smart phone usage:
- If you are amongst people who are one-degree of separation or less from your acquaintance, excuse yourself from the situation before using your phone.
The one-degree or less part is specifically designed to encourage you to expand your social circle beyond social networks. You know, IRL (ahem, in real life). If you are at an event upon common purpose, then behave like an adult for christsakes, and interact with the others around you. If, on the other hand, you have uber urgent matters that must be attended to, do not be so rude as to isolate yourself RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEIR FACES. All it takes is a demure, polite, “Oh dear, this is important” and walk-the-fuck away. If it isn’t that important, then continue to attempt to engage the others in conversation. If you’re having trouble doing that, here are about 10 million results for conversation starters.
Of course, more than one degree of separation is hard to know in any given moment. If you’re walking down a crowded street, I don’t think there is any need to excuse yourself from the sidewalk. Or on a bus. Or train. If you’re among true strangers, fine, update Facebook about the creepy dude with the big camera. He’ll be posting about you later, so its only fair.