A Level Perspective

There are a lot of applications available for the iPhone, and thanks to the magic that makes orientation detection possible, some clever person produced an application that visually shows a level, bubble and all.

iPhone Level

Today I was witness to a young child asking to borrow an iPhone, and with much curiosity he opened this particular application.

Unfamiliar with a level, it’s function, or operation, he innocently asked, “What one was supposed to do?”

“You’re supposed to put the bubble between the two marks,” came the adult explanation.

The kid tilted the iPhone back and forth, watching the bubble slide to and fro, and leveled it holding the bubble between the two lines for a moment.

At that moment he blurted out excitedly, “Look, I’m winning!”

Unfortunately, his excitement caused the bubble to shoot to one end, just as I had time to click a picture of the event.

Babylon 5: Walkabout – What’s That Song?

There’s a song in Babylon 5 (“Walkabout” – Season III, Episode 18) that starts with the lyrics “Do you remember…” but the song isn’t credited in the end titles, and neither is the singer. If you’re looking for who sings it, the title, the lyrics, and where to buy it, here’s the answer.

Recently I’ve been watching Babylon 5 marathon, and it rekindled something I had wanted to research. In an episode called Walkabout (1996, Season 3, Episode 18, DVD Disc 5 @15:30-17:50), Dr. Franklin falls in love with a singer named Cailyn. In the scene he walks into a bar on the space station and she’s seductively singing a song.

That song is some of the most well performed smooth singing, and upon looking in the show’s broadcast credits, I was unable to find the actress or the name of the song. Many people want to what the song is and who sings it.

Babylon 5 - Walkabout SoundtrackThe song is called Goodbye, sung by Erica F. Gimpel, though some may spell it as Erica Gimple. She has a minor WIkipedia entry, pictures on Google, and a website about her.

Bootleg copies appear on YouTube and sometimes title it as “Do You Remember,” but the lists this as “Goodbye” by Erica Gimpel. The site beemp3.com, found with Google, offers a download of the MP3 (duration 02:44) by filling out a simple captcha.

Lyrics: Goodbye, sung by Erica Gimpel in Babylon 5: Walkabout.


Do you remember,
when you,
told me you love me?

Do you remember,
when you,
told me you cared?

Now, I,
Standing on the edge,
Forever.

And for the first time,
I confess,
I’m scared.

Cause it’s our last night.
Our last kiss.
So turn down the lights, and hold me.

Oh lie to me,
Until I believe,
I will be here in your arms, for eternity.

I remember,
The first time,
You touched me.

I remember,
The first time,
I cried.

Oh, I,
remember,
every minute, ever hour
and I remember,
The first time you lied.

Cause it’s our last night
Of our last kiss.
So turn down the lights,
And hold me.

Oh, lie to me,
Until I believe,
I will be here in your arms,
for eternity.

But I know you, baby,
And I hear you.

I understand you,
Completely.
It’s over for you.

Ohhh ohh oooh,
I love you baby,
But I will say goodbye…

Know you baby,
And I hear you,
I understand you, completely,
It’s over for you.

I love you baby,
But I will say goodbye.

Good-bye….

Turns out she also does the end credit song for that episode as well. I have not been able to find the title to this song. But here are those lyrics as well.

Lyrics: Walkabout End of Episode and Credits, sung by Erica Gimpel in Babylon 5: Walkabout.


I think about the things we lost,
And I think about the things we had,
It’s funny, but as long as I have you,
Then, I guess, it wasn’t so bad.

Now, we’re running out of time,
And dancing all the while,
The engine sure went empty,
And I think I’m smelling fire.

I gave ya love, ya gave me fire.
I took ya in, ya took me higher.
If I wasn’t what you wanted,
then tell me what it was…

I gave you all that I believed.
Now I’m standing here, without a clue.
Can’t ya tell me what it is ya need?

I gave ya love, ya gave me fire.
I took ya in, ya took me higher.
But, if I wasn’t what you wanted,
then tell, me what it was….

Seeing in Black and White

I just had an interesting thing happen: I saw in black and white. That’s what my brian actually saw with the unaided eye. Here’s the cool part, I tell you how I reproduced it. It was like nothing I’d experienced before. It was beautiful.

A few moments ago, I just had a very interesting and unique experience. I saw in black’n’white. I’d never had this happen before in my life. First I’ll describe the experience, then how I did it, which, curiously enough was repeatable.

“It was clearly not imagination… It was a greyscale world that I physically saw, like a black and white movie, but a zillion times sharper, far more dynamic range, and in 3D.”
With the totally unaided eye, my brain saw my surroundings, in broad daylight, in black and white. The only exception was that objects which were normally bright red had an ever slight red hue to them, but it was only brilliant red objects that did this.

The effect lasted about 7-10 seconds in duration before the color faded back in, almost as if the saturation was being brought up from near nothing to normal.

To convey the effect, this is much like the image I saw:

Seeing in Black and White

When I moved my eyes to look at other parts of the scene, the effect diminished, but if I kept focusing on one spot, like a child’s staring contest, the effect would hold longer. This was very much the inverse of the behavior of an after-image, where if you stay still it fades, but if you rapidly blink, it returns.

The black and white effect composed of the entire field of view. And as it gently faded back to normal, it affected more of the center of the field of view first:

Seeing in Black and White

It only took 2-3 seconds for normal color to return. There was no pain or any form of discomfort before, during, or after. I’m in very good health.

It was as if the signals from the cones were being ignored by the brain, but the signals from the rods were fine. I remember that the detail was astounding, and that the tone of the grass was very similar to the sky, though I’ve been unable to represent that as closely as I’d like in my photographic simulation.

I’m certain you’ve personally woken up in the morning and upon your eyes adjusting to the light have seen the image fade in, not focus, but as your brian assembles bits of the information into meaningful images, like it’s adapting to light after not being exposed to it for a long while.

Here’s how I did it.


I’m going to err on the side of giving too much information, some that might not be relevant, primarily because I don’t know what actually caused it. However, I was able to recreated it, on demand, several minutes later by experimentation; the effect lasted even longer. It was wondrous.

Being inside for the better part of the morning, I figured I’d go outside an lay in the sun for a few minutes. So, I lay down on my back on our driveway which has a slight incline. It was about thirty minutes past noon, and the sun was slightly overhead just off center to my right, enough that it was still bright enough that just closing my eyes was uncomfortable, so I criss-crossed my arms over them to put them in shadow, though I could still tell it was very bright out with my eyes closed. The weather was 89°F, I was in direct light, and there were few clouds in the sky.

I rested this way for about 10 minutes, and I did so just to the point where my eyes were fully relaxed and no longer concerned about the brightness of the light though my eyelids. Also, I wasn’t quite drifting off, but relaxed as you might be just taking in warmth of a nice day at the beach.

What led to the discovery was that I heard a car drive by and so I sat up quickly, opening my eyes. Two things stood out. One, this gave me a slight head-rush, though I’d describe it weak at best. Two, my eyes had not adjusted to the light fully. And, although while bright, it wasn’t uncomfortable, there was no blinding whitewash, no pain, and no caused for squinting required — I was looking away from direct light.

That’s when I noticed the scene seemed extremely washed out and monochromatic; it looked like a black and white photograph.

Thinking my mind or eyes were playing tricks on me, I moved my eyes, but the effect lasted longer than a second, though faded as I looked at more “new” material in my field of attention.

The reds came rushing back in first, with greens right after. It wasn’t one color than another, it was overlapped. I became visually more aware of reds, as that happened, greens started replacing the grey tones as well, and by the time greens were normal, the other colors like purples and blues from the nearby flowers in our garden were already present.

This part will be hard to describe because there’s no English equivalent for it, but it wasn’t like I was seeing in black and white, but rather the absence of color.

I know that sounds identical from a logic standpoint, but the perception was an absence of something, not the presence of something. Intellectually, I knew there had to be color, I just wasn’t seeing it.

It was a greyscale world that I physically saw, like a black and white movie, but a zillion times sharper, far more dynamic range, and in 3D.

It was clearly not imagination, nor dream, it was very real and perceptible.

That’s what made me want to try and repeat it.


Though this time around, if I could get it to work, I’d plan a more scientific excursion. So I selected an area of our yard with brilliant colors, our flower garden, which would be my baseline.

First, I waited about 5 minutes and looked at the area, taking in all the things I should be expecting to see. The area was already in normal color after the effect had faded long ago, but I wanted to be sure.

Seeing in Black and White

So, I laid back down with the intention of trying to get the head rush. I shielded my eyes in shadow, and waited for them to relax and get comfortable, and then waiting a moment, quickly sat up and stared at the area I knew had colorful flowers, a bright red car, and tons of green grass. I made sure I would focus only in one area, trying to stare out to infinity, much as you’d do for those 3D posters, though I was more trying to keep my eyes in a relaxed state because I wanted them in focus.

The preparation this time around took merely a minute or two. The head-rush was again weak from sitting up quickly. I turned in the direction I had planned and opened my eyes.

It’d worked.

The effect returned just as before, but lasted this time about 20 seconds and the effect was just as strong until I couldn’t help myself and look at the astounding detail in scene around me, which caused the effect to fade.

Since I had more time to study the scene, this is when I actually noticed the reds within the black’n’white image in my head. The B/W effect seemed more pronounced when I didn’t move my eyes, relaxing them.

When I turned to look at other things, color would seep in, and if I held my eyes relaxed in the same spot, the color would fade back out partly, much the same way as you can make objects in your blind spot vanish by holding your vision still long enough. That same kind of fading away was what I saw, but with color.

I suspect the effect is caused less by the head rush and more by the eyes being exposed and conditioned to bright light (even with the eyes closed, or maybe the red light through the eyelids saturates the cones like a red filter, though I did not see a green after image). When the eyes are opened, there’s a whole rush of visual information, and I suspect the brain is compensating for the overload by taking in shapes, detail, and tone and then overlaying color after the signal settles. I wasn’t aware that visual processing of color was an independent process.

This led me to two very interesting side thoughts.

One, I’ve always wondered if while under hypnosis people really saw things but said they didn’t, or whether their honestly perceived it. I now know it’s possible to perceive things differently than the visual input as actually providing.

Two, the black and white image was astonishingly detailed in greyscale, much like an Ansel Adams image. Being able to produce this effect on demand to view how a scene might be photographed in black and white is a fantastic tool to have in one’s photographic arsenal.

I hope science doesn’t declare this is bad for you, because I’m going to do it again!

[UPDATE: I can’t get it to happen inside, seems bright sunlight is required.]

Expensive Pizza

It’s not often you get to walk away with a thousand dollar charge for ordering a small pizza.

The largest pizza bill I ever covered was $300 at Pizza Hutt when I decided to throw a party for a number of friends in high school. Since then, I learned you always go Dutch, even with folks that have the best of intensions, and you always order more plain cheese than anything else, because people like to mix toppings, but hardly do people consume what they create. Toppings are expensive.

But my all-time record almost got blown the other day, when I went to order a small cheese pizza and was charged over $1,000 for it.

Thousand Dollar Pizza

The cashier fumbled the entry trying to enter a one dollar coupon and a fifty cent topping, only to miss the add button and pressing seven instead.

I caught the mistake, and we all had a good laugh. The date on the receipt was mere coincidence.

The story doesn’t end, as I kept this little token of amusement in my wallet for some future use.

While visiting Potbelly’s I happened to order a drink, cookie, and pickle, but no sandwich. This greatly confused the cashier who questioned me about why I didn’t order a meal.

The truth was I had just eaten and was meeting a friend, but I couldn’t help myself.

“Normally, I would, but I’m broke.” I pulled out the receipt and handed it to her. “See? I was charged a thousand dollars for a pizza topping.”

The girl looked at the real receipt with total amazement and shock on her face. “What topping did you order?” And before I could answer, she offered, “Was it mushrooms?”

So, I kindly fed into her misguided fantasy. “Yea. Those suckers are expensive,” shaking my head in sad disbelief that if only I’d known….

I now wish I could be the fly on the wall the next time someone tries to order a pizza with mushrooms with her. You know she’s going to intervene. Or, at least, go Dutch.

Amazing Pick Up

I recently visited a family that we’re particularly fond of. I’ve known many of their children since they were but mere infants. It had been a while, perhaps too long, and the infants were now in early grade school.

One little girl, about six, ran up to me, having remembered me lifting her up and flying her around at a much younger age.

“Pick me up!” she exlaimed, hoping to relive old memories. But, I couldn’t help myself. I love ambiguity.

And, in my best lounge lizard voice complied to her request with an awful proposition, “Hey, wanna go back to my place?”

“Yeah!!!” she started jumping up and down.

I looked at her mom, “Wow, ya know, that’s my fastest time yet.” Her mom just shook her head and burried her face in her hand.

I’m from Hell?

So, I go out to eat this evening and as soon as I walk in the door, the Korean waitress announces to all in the place that I’m from Hell.

Yes, hell.

Not only that, but I’m the devil.

I’m trying to figure out what she’s talking about, and she explains that she had just been telling another customer, who’s also a photographer, about me, and then I just walked in.

Confused for a moment, I figure out her context — she’s starts grabbing her ear and saying it was on fire, all the while pointing at me and professing to all, “You the devil! You from Hell.”

Obviously, the customers weren’t feeling all that comfortable with the revelation.

“Oh, were my ears burning?” She nods.

“You mean ‘speak of the devil’?” I inquire.

“Yes! Yes! You the devil. You from hell!”

Well, damn.

I Have an Autograph!

From Dec 20th, 2008 through Jan 3rd, 2009 the artists at ArtKlub have art on display at the Atlanta Bread Company near the Dulles Town Center mall.

This Saturday and Sunday various local artists, including myself, got to hang out, and chat with the public. We were even pleasantly surprised by the visit of Frank Cho.

Art Klub Show

During lunch, a young lady came up to me and asked me for my autograph and pushed a pad and pen in my hands excitedly.

Now although I have drawn comics, I’ve recently taken up more of an interest in photography, which I had on display. And while I have a heavy internet presence and can be found in some technical books, I doubted either of these were contributing factors and that she was just collecting names for the enjoyment of the experience.

So, I whipped up an original cartoon with her in it and signed my name. She was very pleased.

However, I wasn’t able to return to my lunch, because her considerably younger brother came up and mimicked the request. Almost.

“Can you have my autograph?”

I smiled, “Sure you can give me your autograph!” And I pushed a blank napkin at him.

He looked down at it and asked, “What’s an autograph?”

“Do you have a name?”

“Yes.”

“Do you know how to write it?”

He got all excited, “…yes!”

“Then,” I explained, “you have an autograph.”

At that point, he was simply thrilled and went running to his sister and accounted loudly, proudly, and slowly for all to hear: “I have an awe-toe-graph!” and kept writing his name to himself in his pad.

Leaf the Red Ones

After returning home today, I hopped out of the car and saw our next door neighbor’s little girl raking leaves. Although the small child-sized rake still towered over her by a good foot, she was doing her best at the apron of the tree. Nearby was a small colorful pile.

“Make sure you only do the red ones.” I pointed at our tree, which was a solid bright orange. It was also the the only color of leaves scattered over our unraked lawn.

She looked up at her red sugar maple, which was littered in bright red and orange leaves, down at her pile, and pushed the rake away, “Why didn’t someone tell me that? I’ve been working all day!”

I quickly went inside. Mission accomplished.

Now that’d be funny…

So, we’ve just finished eating at Arby’s and are backing out of the parking space when suddenly we see white van whip behind us at incredible speeds, clueless that we were in motion backing out.

“He almost hit us!” exclaimed our driver.

I looked out the rear view matter and read the sign on the van, which as now in drive thru. Point it out to the others, I stated “wouldn’t have mattered, it’s a Progressive auto insurance evaluator — we’d be reimbursed on the spot.”