The Apple is bad

So I have just recently upgraded from a 2007 Macbook Pro to a 2011 Macbook (trust me it is actually an upgrade) and have also recently made the switch from FCP7 to Adobe Premiere CS5.  Everything was going perfectly fine and well until I had to pull in some pro res footage from a shoot many moons ago.  Being that I shoot with DSLR predominately, I up until now had never realized this to be a problem since CS5 natively works with the the H.264 footage from the DSLR.

Now here is the real dilemma; since I no longer have any "Pro" software from Apple on this machine I am not able to use the free codec download that is available from Apple.  What a freaking headache.  But I have searched the bloggersphere and have found this that I will be reposting here.  Further; I followed all these instructions AFTER upgrading from Quicktime Player 7 to Quicktime Pro, so I am not sure if that step is necessary for this to work for you or not.

As I found out, thanks to Thomas Worth, one doesn’t need nor Motion or Compressor from FCP to work in Premier Pro 5 with Pro Res 4444 encoded .mov files.
You can download the Apple codecs here:
http://support.apple.com/kb/DL1396
You’ll have to unpack the PKG file and install the codecs manually,
because Apple doesn’t want you to install them unless you have Final
Cut Pro already installed. Use a utility like unpkg to extract the
files, then copy them into /Library/QuickTime:
You can download unpkg for free here:
http://www.timdoug.com/unpkg/
After one done all that, PrPro5 and Adobe Media Encoder automatically add these codecs to Quick Time export codecs and work with Pro Res 4444 .mov containers natively, and I would say even smoother , than with .MOVs .
To me, in such setup CS5 Production becomes the best option for Mac.

This information was posted by a Sergey on September 25th 2011

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I hear what you're seeing

"I am just as deaf as I am blind. The problems of deafness are deeper and more complex, if not more important than those of blindness. Deafness is a much worse misfortune. For it means the loss of the most vital stimulus-- the sound of the voice that brings language, sets thoughts astir, and keeps us in the intellectual company of man."

 "Blindness separates us from things but deafness separates us from people."

                   ~Helen Keller

Mistakes

You can't erase what it is that is yearned,
And the things that are done, are done.
To pick up the pieces from what's begun,
Try to show the world what was learned.

Weed through all the garbage, the advice
nodding at the difficult and trash, like this piece
Hoping that you'll take heed and seize these dreams
But perfect you're not, what was learned is now forgot

Closed Roads

Its been about a year.  A year since we discussed ourselves on the open road.  It was all worked out, I would do the driving and you would provide the playlists as we swept across the country.  Of course the plains would be the starting point, what else do we know really.  The beauty of this trip, this once in a lifetime trip is that neither of us knew where we were going.  There was no need for a map, just driving forward, lest one of us had the urge to lean right, or possibly left.  So much of the country to see.  So many instances to stop, jump out of the car and run across flint hills.  Pause a moment to make a snow angel in the OK dunes.  Enjoy a Polaroid with the historians of the Ozarks.  Just take a moment to look around corners and find spaces under rocks none others have found.  Too busy with the board room or that final edit.   Relegated to the passage of songs and pictures shall this trip be enjoyed; neither one of us willing to budge in the wrong directions.

October 11, 2011

Enough

Life is this game, a rat race.  Sometimes you will feel as though every goal, every task, every desire has been met, completed, and fulfilled.  Other days will find you asking what you are doing it all for in the first place.  Nobody ever ends up at the end of the street that they started heading down.  Either way, through the highs and lows, it will never be enough.

And in this rat race that will never be enough, we yearn.  We yearn for more tomorrows and gasp at the amount of yesterdays that have graced us.  Is 40 the new 30?  30 the new 20?  The truth is there is no new ages.  40 is 40 and 30 is 30.  These things will never change and the things that you wanted to do when you were 18 will never be the same things that you will want to do when you are 28.  But what matter is it to you if when you were 18 you had the time of your life?  Furthermore, who cares what you did when you were 18 is 28 feels so great.  Either way, having the ability to ponders tomorrow and reflect on yesterdays will ensure, it will never be enough.

And in this rat race that will never be enough, we yearn for which we do not have, wondering if one day it wi

A Broken People

I'm sure we all understand that we are not perfect beings.  Not a single one of us can be the first to cast a stone.  While this is blatantly obvious, perplexing is the thought that at any given time one person can be the change.  Make the difference to see all that has been hidden from you previously.  Its nothing more than the blind leading the blind.  We all have suffrage and dilemmas which make it impossible to see what the horizon bestows upon others.  Those others still will yearn for what they themselves have missed that you so desperately cling, as if it were to disappear at any moment.  We are not adults out of spontaneity, we are planned, molded, developed, f@#^ed.  No one is designed so perfect as to see all that others have to offer.  Maybe being satisfied with the knowledge acquired is just an excuse to not covet what I don't understand.  Remember this though, this in it of itself, laissez-faire, is not something people are just born with.  It is a calculated mechanism in which those overloaded with experiences are reduced to interpreting none as opposed to selecting pertinence or worse yet, interpreting all stimuli.  Over time, the failed plans, failed developments will begin to show through.  Most of us have been quite successful in hiding flaws as we are instructed to do so early in the molding.  Every now and then we will unfurl these truths for others to bare witness.  To see what is so closely guarded.  Those that witness may make an attempt to mend this tapestry, change or add what they see before them, make a complete piece of a broken fabric.  What is failed to see is the exquisite differences between theirs and yours.  Both are misshapen, riddled with holes, poorly colored in areas and beautifully polished in others.  The idea here is to not fix what has been presented, rather to be in awe of how different a life can be planned, molded, developed, and f@$ed within the same species.  Though one day the two fabrics may become one, in the beginning; they hadn't the slightest bit of similarity.


This piece was written 21 Dec 2011.

Yet to be titled Video

I am currently in the works of putting together an music video for an undisclosed band at the time.  They are undisclosed as I haven't mentioned that I would be blogging my ideas and what not.  Anyway, I am approaching this piece as a 3 minute or so silent movie, that just so happens to have a song slapped over the top of it.  I have consulted a couple of people and am definitely needing to consult a couple more but I am beginning to think that what I have is starting, slowly albeit, to head in the a good direction.  The idea that is currently running through my head is as follows. (And remember, it is coming right off of my head so if it doesn't make sense, well, then you see how my brain works.):

I am thinking that World War III has just ended about 4 years prior.  This was a war of nuclear arrogance and as can be imagined, the world is in ruins.  A population of 7 billion humans has been decimated to roughly 50 million.  These people are now indigenous to the areas in which they survived.  Formerly, The Midwest United States, The Russian Tundra, Antarctica, Greenland, and Northern Canada are all that remains.  These 50 million are those that are deemed healthy.  All others living are referred to a roaches.  Roaches (so named after experiments during the 20 century demonstrated their resistance to radiation) are humans in spirit, and not much else.  Most no longer have faces as they are generally severely burned.  Most have never stood a chance but some, some have began their treks to the safe zones on the planet as there is no flora, or fauna to be eaten in their native waste zones.  In the former state of Missouri a pharmacist at an unknown place begins feeding a female roach that has made it to the barrier.  She carries with her a backpack, full of masks.  These mask have come to represent her mood as her face is covered in cloth, too burned to recognize the humanity she once had.  Most roaches approach the bluff and attempt to climb to the safe zone, but with little success.  The Pharmacist begins feeding her for two reasons: 1. she still wears a cross around her neck and 2.  She never attempted to climb but rather just knelt, not to pray, but just to wait, hoping.  A bond quickly develops between these two.  Our pharmacist continues to feed her and and occasionally creates new masks for her, as hers are so badly worn.  We also see he is beginning to not see, but create the love of his life in the masks that he is creating for her.  The bond deepens and soon he begins to devise a plan to bring her in to the city, bring her into the safe zone.  The food he has been feeding her has heavy doses of (insert drug name referencing Iodine here) so he believes that the city shall be safe.  Further he can finally prove that his treatment works in an effort to help others across the world.  He sends notes indicating his ideas and gets her to agree to spend her days here, above the bluff, with him.  The night of the attempt the Pharmacist is standing by waiting for her to appear through the tunnel in which she was instructed to enter.  We discover that the masks he has been creating are replicas of his deceased wife, who did not make it through the war. 

Now I have this ending one of two ways.  1.  He reveals the cross that he has been wearing this whole time, she emerges from the tunnel and he lives to quickly die of radiation next a second chance wife.  He dies happy and she becomes patient zero in the treatment of nuclear radiation exposure.  She is grateful to save humanity, sad her pharmacist is no longer with her.  Upset that the treatment that she help guinea pig is not being used for the other roaches, who begin coming to the bluff in droves, kneeling, waiting, hoping.

2.  He reveals the cross that he has been wearing this whole time, many roaches emerge from the tunnel as she has disclosed the plan to many in an effort to save her friends, her "species".  The local authorities are quick to react to the breach and in doing so kill the Pharmacist while he is watching her run by, with a weeping mask on.  She is sad for him, ashamed of having mislead the pharmacist.  She removes the cross from her neck and throws it behind her.  It lands in front of our pharmacist, a blank and dead stare.