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  • Sardinia, Day #1

    Hotiday / Grand Hotel President

    We arrived Olbia on the 8th flight ever from JFK to Olbia. S and I are here en route for a conference she’s attending in Sassari. Olbia hosts Sardinia’s largest airport and our jet-lag day, while we poke around the city between naps and cappuccino.

    We arrived our hotel at the same time the cruise ships unloaded. The streets were flooded with silver-haired couples tottering over the cobblestones in the heat. We grabbed cappuccino and shared a pistachio croissant at a side-street cafe to people watch.

    Basilica di San Simplicio

    After elevensies, we visited the Basilica di San Simplicio and the necropoli underneath, where than 400 ancient graves were excavated to make the parking garage. San Simplicio was the supposed first bishop of Olbia, then Terranova in the 3rd century. The basilica isn’t nearly that old, but shows layers and layers of construction.

    We sheltered from the heat with a nap at our hotel, the Grand Hotel President Olbia, also known as Hotiday Olbia Porto, but not by cab drivers. Wandering back, I conflated the L’Associazione Quattro Mori and its flag with the flag of Sardinia — which are similar and the former makes many appearances around the island.

    Early evening tasked us with buying socks stemming from my rushed packing. We wandered up and down Corso Umberto I, the main tourist shopping attraction, with the cruisers being replaced with sunburned tourists returning to their hotels. We picked a bar to have aperitivi — costa smeralda and cardinale spritzes — and perused a bookstore ahead of our reservation at Essenza Bistrot.

    We dined on the sidewalk at Essenza Bistro, where S had presciently reserved a table with WhatsApp 90 minutes prior. The hostess turned away a half dozen other groups, one of which whined that they hadn’t been told to make a reservation when they visited during the afternoon.

    The menu is creative, featuring Italian-themed small plates. We had among many other places artichoke and cauliflower cappuccino (no coffee), monk-fish carpaccio, poached egg in sea-urchin sauce, and la mela del peccato — whose chief sin was replacing the apple under the candy coating with panna cotta.

    Today’s insights

    • Compare taxi and ride-app rates. Uber listed fares from OLB to our hotel at over €50. We took a taxi for €11.
    • Take guidance with a grain of salt. Our overly confident cab driver wouldn’t accept that our hotel existed, but presented with the possibility of AirBnB and VRBO said, “puoi avere una Ferrari o una Panda!”
    • Olbia is an excellent place to learn Italian. Almost everyone we ran into spoke clearly.
  • Gemini (more than) edits your photos

    Gemini (more than) edits your photos

    Last Saturday night I had a blast photographing the Roseville Big Band perform at the Commemorative Air Force Fall Bombers Moon Ball. Trying to get more media for the Minnesota Mandolin Orchestra, I thought I’d ask Glen, who performs with both ensembles, if we could swap some photo ops.

    Context set, I was nervous during the shoot. I had walked the hanger during the day, but I wasn’t sure about lighting for the night of the shoot. Also, I had misunderstood the timing, expecting to have some time with the band ahead of the performance for a portrait. Actually, that was accurate, but I hadn’t planned for throngs of people arriving early at the hanger.

    By the time the band was ready for their photo, there were oodles of people crawling around Miss Mitchell, the aircraft that the band wanted to be photographed with. The sun was low — about 30 minutes from set and directly behind Miss Mitchell. There was a professional photographer already working with plane into his portraits whom I asked for a graceful pause.

    Having to work quickly, I had the plan to use a 14-24mm lens and a camera-mounted fill flash and shoot close to crop out visitors. With the sky being so bright, the sun at the back of the plane, and the band dressed in black, I pushed the exposure a full step and clicked as fast as my flash would cycle.

    Thirty seconds later, I had my washed-out result, above left. To the punchline, this morning I read that Gemini can edit photos, though not NEF or TIFF today, and after several iterations, mostly of directions to brighten Gemini’s idea of a sunset and not to to distort the subject’s proportions, Google delivered the result on the right.

    If you’re not familiar with the band, it might not matter, but I doubt that many family members would recognize them in the AI-edited photo. Sandy walked up behind me and asked, “tuxedos! Is the conductor wearing the red one?” And I realized I couldn’t identify the conductor – actually, I thought he wasn’t present and I swore. Then looking at the faces, things didn’t look right. It was a hassle to brighten Gemini’s result, but I could not persuade Gemini to spare the band face lifts.

    There was value to complaining to Gemini. The AI-altered image focused my time spent on the exposure of the original image in NX Studio by giving me a target in my imagination. The center(and banner) image is the result.

  • A Fret of Nothing in Kansas City

    A couple of friends and I are A Fret of Nothing, a guitar, mandolin, and mandola trio. We get together a few times a month to play mostly classical music. This year we signed up for open mic at the Classical Mandolin Society of America’s annual convention, which was in Kansas City.

    We performed Antônio Carlos Jobim’s “Canta Mais” and Astor Piazzolla’s “Oblivion,” both kindly provided to us and arranged by Robert Margo.