Video Killed the Radio Star

It seems that Nikon is closing its plant in Wuxi City, Jiangsu, China, where it made compact cameras (including the CoolPix S6500 in the photo) and budget lenses. The company blamed "the rise of smartphones" in the press release.

Since everybody carries a small-sensor compact camera in their pocket nowadays and just gives you a dull, bovine stare when you try and explain the difference between longer focal lengths versus digital "zoom", the market for cheap pocket cameras has completely cratered.

People shopping for cameras now are shopping for something with which to take deliberate photos, as opposed to something to keep in pocket or purse just in case they need to document a moment.
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Gratuitous Gun Pr0n #165...

Finally got to see a friend's Grayguns HK P7M8 longslide in person today. Pictures don't do this thing justice. It's so choice.
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F

Private Joker’s camera: A #NikonF made between August and October of 1970. #filmisnotdead

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Tac-Con '18 is almost full...

There are only six registration slots left at Tac-Con 2018. If you wanna go, you'd better git...

Registration links are here: http://rangemaster.com/2018-tactical-conference/
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How I spent my afternoon...

TFW you look at the .doc file you sent the editor a couple weeks ago and note that you'd inadvertently deleted a thousand words off the end.

— Tamara K. (@TamSlick) October 29, 2017

So,when I talked to this editor on the phone a couple weeks ago about the piece I'd just turned in, he offered some suggested changes. A couple I thought made sense, and a couple had me scratching my head and thinking "I'm pretty sure I covered that, but okay. I'll reword it and see what you think."

So yesterday I line out the changes to the first section, and then I sit down this afternoon to finish out rearranging the rest of the article. I finish my changes on the first page, page down to the second, and...where's the rest of the article? There's only seven hundred and some-odd words here, and I know I wrote about 1600ish...

I must have accidentally deleted it while making the edits on the first page or something, I think. No problem, I'll just open my sent items folder in email and extract the version I sent him.

Uh-oh.

No wonder he sounded so dubious on the phone. I'd sent him the first 700 words and the rest were just gone.

Thank Gutenberg for MS Word's change-tracking function, because I was able to find and resurrect the deleted 3/5ths of the article.

That was a bit of consternation I didn't need today.
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An observation...

Having spent a couple months now scrutinizing the labels on food in the stores, this is something that stumps me...

<1% of Americans have Celiac: Whole aisle of gluten-free.
Statistically average American is an obese pre-diabetic: Sugar & carbs everywhere.

— Tamara K. (@TamSlick) October 29, 2017

You'd think I could find a better savory delivery device for nacho cheese, salsa, or guac than frickin' celery sticks.
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Contrasting Contractions

By current convention, the WWII slang terms for our enemies in the Pacific, "Jap" (short for "Japanese") and "Nip" (short for Nipponese) are generally considered to be bigoted slurs. As a decently acculturated urban SWPL Americanperson, I feel a little uncomfortable even typing them.

So, what I'm curious about is this: Are the British slang term "Yank" (short for "Yankee") or the German "Ami" (for "American") also bigoted slurs we should strike from oral histories? If not, why not?

There's a fine gradation of slurs among my fellow Cracker subtypes. "Kraut" is insulting but not totally verboten, while "Mick" and "Frog" are pretty borderline, and "Wop" is beyond the pale these days. But who keeps track of this stuff, and how does it permeate among the culture? By what process do we update our internal three-ring binders of acceptable terminology?
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Farewell Flight...

Coming in on short final at MSP on this trip, I glanced out the window and saw this Delta MD-88 on a parallel runway. Since my D200 was in my lap, I picked it up, cranked the zoom lens out to 140mm, tickled the ISO up a notch to 640, and popped off a couple frames.

There was something a little poignant about it being pictures of a jet coming home to roost, since I knew these were going to be some of the last pictures I took with the camera. It wasn't even supposed to be along on this trip, since I'd intended to shoot the whole thing with the Sony/Hasselblad MILCs that had increasingly come to take over shooting chores for the DSLR. Only a mixup leaving the Hassy at home and getting the wrong camera forwarded caused it to be along for the ride.

While on the trip, I'd decided that I was going to look seriously into a camera with a full-frame sensor, either a Nikon D3 or (more likely) a Sony A7, and either way that would leave the APS-C D200 sitting unused and its "G"-type DX zoom lens unusable on either the new camera or my older Nikons.

I was going to need to re-home it, because it had a lot of life left in it...

This camera's been with me to Colorado and New Mexico, Washington and New Hampshire, Virginia and Arkansas.

It's got a lot of memories in it now: Three Blogorados, two Paul-E-Paloozas, Tac-Con '17, a couple NRAAMs. It's been to both classes I took from Pat.

It's taken some of my favorite photos...

...and some of my best.

It's weird finding myself a lot more attached to a camera than any gun I've ever owned. Yeah, it's just a tool for work, but I can't just let it gather dust on a shelf, and I'm certainly not selling it to J. Random Camera Dealer...

Fortunately, I found a new home for it, where it will continue on in its current line of work. I hope it makes thousands more memories for its new user.

Now it's time for me to start putting some memories in this one...

Charity Gun Raffle...

A member of my extended Blogorado family is having a rough time of it in the medical bills department, so some folks are organizing a gun raffle to help defray expenses. Go check it out.
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Tick tock...

After a couple weeks on the road, I return home to find myself fully adjusted to Mountain Time. So I sit here at the keyboard at quarter to three in the morning, with aspirin and a gin & tonic, and staring at a can of Mello Yello Zero. I'm debating whether I should just stay awake through the night and do a brute-force reset of my internal clock, or try and get a few hours of sleep and fuzz through the day.

It was 38°F here in Indy when I arrived home. That's a dozen degrees chillier than it was back in New Mexico, and apparently even colder than it was outside the airport in Minneapolis (not that it mattered there, since I never set foot outside.)

Time to rotate the long-sleeve tees up from the basement, move the wool socks to the front of the drawer, and break out the long underwear. I find myself kind of hoping we'll get a real winter this year, after the wet firecrackers of the last couple.
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Ow.

Pretty sure this is a strained or torn intercostal. At least it only hurts when I breathe.
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Noon in your pocket.

My first @surefire_llc light, a 60 lumen G2 from 15 years ago, with the new 800 lumen #surefireg2x and #surefireg2z. #allthelumens

A post shared by Tamara Keel (@tamarakeel) on Oct 24, 2017 at 11:20am PDT

And you can get these things from SureFire's web store using Ballistic Radio's discount code "ALLTHELUMENS" for 30% off...
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Been busy this weekend...

There will come a time when I am too old for this shit, and so I want to get a bunch of it in while I can.
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Something I said I'd never do...

When I was packing guns to bring to a recent shooting event, I didn't do my usual thing of tossing an odd mixture of T&E guns and show-off oddities into the case.

Instead, I brought all Glocks, albeit in a variety of calibers. I'd originally intended to dragoon some of my friends into something science-y at the range, but elected to leave the shot timer at home and just make anecdotal observations. With the Glock 19, 32, and 38, you have three substantially identical pistols, the only difference being caliber (9x19mm, .357SIG, .45GAP, respectively). How would that affect people's rate of fire on plates and poppers?

It was interesting. Everybody loved the full-size Glock 37 .45GAP; especially as it had a nice Apex trigger in it. With the smaller guns...? The 19-size platform is docile in 9mm, but splits go to hell with the hotter calibers. It's a downright handful in .45GAP form. There's probably a blog post in there somewhere, but that's not what this one's about.

See, on a whim, I threw a box of 230gr HST .45GAP into my luggage before I zipped it up, along with a Raven Phantom holster for the Glock 37. I don't entirely remember my reasoning.

This past Monday, when I had agreed to do a little shooting coaching for some friends, I didn't know what the gun and holster situation was going to be at the range, and so I wanted to make sure I had both G19's and at least one holster (in this case, my own Dark Star Gear IWB) available for loaners.

So I loaded up the Glock 37 and carried it myself. I've been carrying it all week.

It's not really a whimsical carry choice, I guess. It's a Glock just like the Glock I usually carry. They both even have the same Ameriglo CAP sights. It's as thoroughly-vetted as any Glock I have; my logbook says 2,510 rounds now, making it my third-most-fired G-lock.

But my head is telling me that I'm doing this on a whim, and whimsy and carry pieces don't mix. I don't mind fun guns...heck, the fact that my Luger is in .30 Luger rather than 9mm made me more likely to buy it, not less...but carry guns are srs bsns. You don't want to wind up shooting at a fool with a gun you picked out that morning because it matched your socks. Fool-shooting guns should be selected for fool-shooting utility and nothing else.

"But, Tamara! You said there was no realistic ballistic advantage to the .45GAP over the 9mm and you've given up five rounds and added a bunch of weight for nothing!"

I know, I know.

I'm switching back to the usual dull Glock 19. Tomorrow. I have to, anyway, because who can afford to shoot .45GAP in gun school?
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Public Service Announcement...

Sadly, I have no control over the ads that pop up on the mobile version. That's all @Google. :(

— Tamara K. (@TamSlick) October 18, 2017

Wasted day...

All I did was lay on my back and wait for my head to stop hurting.

And nap.

And surf a little Facebook.

TW: Whining ahead...

This has to be some sort of allergy to some local fauna combining with the dry air that is keeping all my mucus membranes irritated and flowing like rivers.

I have single-handedly killed two boxes of Kleenex and gotten substantial assists on three more.

Time to fall back and start taking the antihistamines instead of pretending the cold medicine fixed everything because the fever and sore throat were gone.
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Ideological Turing Test

To paraphrase @BallisticJ “If you can’t articulate both sides of an argument, you shouldn’t be allowed to advocate for either.”

— Tamara K. (@TamSlick) October 17, 2017

Range time today...

Range time. I’m volunteering to help offer shooting tips. #glock #trijiconrmr #glock34mosgen4 #robarguns #piggloves #phlster #flatpacktqcarrier

A post shared by Tamara Keel (@tamarakeel) on Oct 16, 2017 at 3:55pm PDT

Argumentum ad feces fabricatum...

William S. Lind, an ever-reliable source of military history lulz, dropped another funny one.

After some nattering about warship propulsion* that was incorrect, he wrote...

"What this means, and has meant for centuries, is that most of the time ships and fleets are in their home ports.  Small detachments may be stationed around the world, the gunboats of gunboat diplomacy.  But gunboat diplomacy worked because the gunboat was a reminder of the powerful fleet that could come quickly if the gunboat needed support.  Other than these gunboats and small detached squadrons, the rest of the navy was comfortably at rest in its home harbors.  There was, and is, no need for it to be anywhere else, not only in peacetime but often also in war.  It can go where it needs to when it needs to."

This is a dude who has obviously never heard the term "China Station" or "East Indies Station" or "Asiatic Squadron" or...or...well, all of 18th, 19th, and 20th Century naval history.

* "Because steamships had to coal frequently, they were more dependent on the land than were ships driven by the wind.  The replacement of coal by oil for fuel and then of steam by fuel-efficient diesels for propulsion..." Warships don't use diesel propulsion, generally†, Bill. Well, the Kriegsmarine's pocket battleships did, and knowing what a boner you have for the Jerries, this factoid probably stuck in your mind and you assumed all forward-thinking navies just went on to copy that.

†Following discussion elsewhere, I'll modify "warships" to "major surface combatants of the world's large blue-water navies".