I grilled some bacon wrapped scallops today. You start the bacon early (since it takes longer), then eventually pull them out, wrap the scallops and toss them back on the grill. I accompanied mine with butter and olive oil, as I continued my “Summer of Aluminum Foil.” I do that, learn in segments. Photography for me is a series of discrete jumps in knowledge. Maybe one month it’s aperture, then ISO, then using the histogram (parallelism lacking, sorry).
Anyway, I had 7 scallops. I probably could have eaten them all, but I required that Adam have some, to the point where I fetched him from upstairs to make him consume them. Apparently, my delectable scallops don’t count unless I have a witness to them. Who would believe me if I showed up somewhere lauding my own scallops. No one would. It’s like soliciting an opinion on me from my mom. Sure, she might be the most qualified to have one, but she’s the least trustworthy.
The problem is in vested interest. I have vested interest in making my scallops sound spectacular (they weren’t spectacular either, the bacon was overpowering). My mother’s opinion is clouded by her emotional investment. Emotional bias clouds judgment, ergo we should not believe those opinions.
But when it comes down to it, the world pivots on emotionally induced decisions. After all, half of humanity is female. And the other half are male, I guess. Why shouldn’t emotion, then, be an overriding consideration in formulating opinions on something? If you want your ideas to match the real world, you need to bath them in the same juices that we as humans marinate in our entire natural lives.
I suppose this is a departure from previous statements of mine. I’m now into a book whose very concept is fascinating to me – you can expect additional thought for a little while at least. I tend to add these core philosophies discretely, as I do cooking specialties and camera tricks.
My bathroom book, meanwhile, is “Extreme Weather” and from that you can expect more dreams like last night’s, when I was surprised to walk outside to witness a tornado barreling toward the G-low from Whitfield/Edmonson. The scallops might not have been spectacular, but for a pre-3AM dream, that one was amazing. There were really only 4 or 5 frames, but the images were photo quality. Gorgeous, powerful.
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