What has carcinogenic chemicals, alum bloggers, and ~art~

What has carcinogenic chemicals, alum bloggers, and ~art~ Some people can draw. My friend Alison, for example, drew this fabulous artistic representation (read: picture) of our Google+ hangout. Yes, that is my Chrome beanie. I, alas, cannot draw.  Despite living in a very mural-happy dorm, I cant paint to save my life. But I do like to photograph a lot, and in fact Ive done quite a lot of it in the past few years. Some people are obsessed with their cars; I have my D60. While Ive done a ton of digital photography, though, Ive (literally) never touched film before. And thats where this post comes in. You see, if you ever take the elevator in the Student Center up to the fourth floor and wander around until you find a door with a multicolored Technique sign over it, youll have found MITs photography club. And its pretty awesome. Theyve got tons of very high-tech equipment, with more Mac Pros and giant monitors and multi-thousand-dollar lenses than you can shake several sticks at. And my favorite software in the world, Lightroom. But this post is about a darkroom. Lets be clear: I am a digital photographer, through and through. This is what I do after a day of shooting: But of course, being a hipster in denial, if theres two ways to do something, Ill try out the more cumbersome and retro way. And sticking my SD card into my laptop is way too simple. This is why I found myself today heading into the darkroom with Techniques friendly film aficionado, Walter, to develop my first roll of film ever. (amusingly, I used to make fun of all my friends in high school who shot film (see: the aforementioned Alison), and here I am) The first step involved taking scissors, cutting off the end of a roll of film, fastening that film to a developing reel via two teeny prongs, winding it up, and sealing it in a stainless steel container. In complete darkness. Walter watched, amused (at least I assumed he watched…it was, as I said, pitch black) at my noobish attempts. A few minutes later, ten fingers intact, it was time for the darkroom (which, incidentally, was not all that dark). In here, we basically poured chemicals into our containers, and vigorously shook/banged them on the table.  For ten minutes, in ten second intervals.  It was actually quite fun, although by the end of it my arms were thankful for the digital photography revolution. By the way, did I mention who else was in the darkroom? A blogger alum! Here is the (in?)famous rfong, looking very nonplussed by these fangirling frosh: (the conversation went roughly like this:  Hi, Im Mich-whoa youre rfong.  You dont look like your avatar.  Yeah, neither do yOH CRAP WE HAVE TO SHAKE OUR FILM) Anyways, after being mishandled in a dark room, sealed in a container, thrown in a bath of chemicals, and being vigorously shaken about, my film did emerge at the end, developed. (Im sure theres a metaphor in there somewhere about being an MIT student, but I have to study for my 7.012 midterm right now) So until next time adieu! (adieu is the hipster way of saying goodbye)