iPad Aspect Ratio

Yep... the iPad is cool, the software seems to be brilliant as ever and $500 bucks (if you can live with 16GB is a great price... BUT. Since so many people have been asking me what I thought, I'll share my first concern. Granted, I haven't actually held one in my hands so we'll see.

I was shocked to see that the screen on the iPad was a 4x3 aspect ratio. If you don't know what that means let me explain.

Your old television is 4x3, it is 4 units wide by 3 units high. Your new flat screen HD TV is 16x9, or 16 units wide by 9 units high. Essentially its a different shape, its wider. HDTV is generally in the 16x9 aspect ratio and fills your screen but if you try to watch HD programming on a Standard Definition TV two things COULD happen. The Broadcaster could choose to "letterbox" the image or they could do what is a commonly referred to as a "center cut" in other words, they'll just lop off the sides of the image.

Take a look at the evening news or the late night talk shows, they often frame the shot so that if the sides are cut off in Standard Definition there will be no critical information lost. In actuallity it means those of us with HD TVs get really loosely framed shots in our living room. One day they will stop "protecting", or compensating, for the Standard Def world and things will look better.

So is the iPad considered a dedicated media player? Not really, there is the whole ebook thing, and of course photos and web browsing and all but as a movie player, it falls REALLY short. Take a look at the image below and compare it to the image above. Above you see a frame from "The Hangover" available on the iTunes store. This is a classic implementation of "center cut" with information from the movie lost because the aspect ratio of the screen can not show the full width of the image. When you compare to the image below you can see just HOW MUCH of the image is lost.

There is a solution to this that Apple has implemented. The Apple Operating System or OS, has superior scaling capabilities and because of that they can scale down a movie to fit the screen horizontally, essentially letter boxing the image.  The problem with this is that when you letter box a motion picture, which is OFTEN shot in an even WIDER aspect ratio than even 16x9, you can get a severe letter boxing effect.

One last image for you to look at.  Below you can see the same frame from "The Hangover" but it is squeezed down so you can see the whole thing. Take a look at just how much black is in the frame on the top and the bottom of the movie. So yea, you CAN see the whole frame but you get a lot of black on the screen as well.

Personally, I would be interested in hearing WHY Apple didn't make the screen 16x9 or even the same aspect ratio as the iPhone and iPod Touch.

Oh well, that's my two cents.


Everything is Amazing and Nobody is Happy...

"We live in an amazing world that is wasted on the crappiest generation of spoiled idiots!!!"

"You're sitting in a chair, IN THE SKY, and you're complaining that it won't RECLINE??"

There are references to technology that most kids today don't know a thing about.


A Day In Paris... 

This is a fun piece with a great combination of live action and practical cinematography. 

A day in PARIS from Benoit MILLOT on Vimeo.


Mr. Balmer, would you sign my MacBook Pro?


I Have a Dream - August 28, 1963

Today in the United States is Martin Luther King day. It is a “minor” holiday. I call it a minor holiday, not because of its significance but because, unfortunately most institutions do not honor it in action. Most businesses are still open. I have worked on Martin Luther King day for the past several years. What do you expepct, I’m a freelance editor who needs the days filled in my calendar. 

I DO however request that who ever I am working with take the time out to listen to this speech… it REALLY is amazing. Please take the 16 minutes it takes to relive this afternoon on the Mall in Washington DC. You think you know it, but every time I listen to it, I hear things I haven’t heard before.

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we have come to our nation’s capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked “insufficient funds.” But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check — a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God’s children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro’s legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. They have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.

As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, “When will you be satisfied?” We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro’s basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating “For Whites Only”. We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.

I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal.”

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand upfor freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God’s children will be able to sing with a new meaning, “My country, ‘tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim’s pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring.”

And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!

Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!

But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, “Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!”