Raymond has an MBA and is seeking employment as a Financial Analyst, Budget Analyst, Investor Relations Analyst or anything financial related.  Raymond’s geographic preferences are Tulsa, Oklahoma City, Stillwater, or any nearby city.  However, we will relocate as needed to Dallas/Ft. Worth, Kansas City, or other area.

Contact Joey or Gentry for more info:

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Obviously you will need a series of photos from a single vantage point. You can have two photos up to as many as you like.
Here are some tips to remember when taking your photos:

• Make sure each photo in your series has a bit of overlap so the software will know where the stitching points are.  It is safer to have too much overlap than none at all.
• When taking the photos, try to keep your camera in the same position and at the same angle as you rotate. A tripod or monopod will help for larger shoots.
• If you have the know-how and a capable camera, set the exposure manually. Doing this will prevent different exposures on the various photos. If you don’t know what this means, then don’t worry about it – just shoot!

Let’s get started.
Open WLPG and find the photos you want to stitch together. Select these photos. As you can see in the screen shot below, I am using a series of seven photos from the interior of Boone Pickens Stadium. The photos were taken with a camera placed on my knee and span 180 degrees from end-zone to end-zone. (These are old photos from April, 2008 before construction was complete.)

 

From the menu, select MAKE > CREATE PANORAMIC PHOTO

This process could take a few seconds to a few minutes depending on how many photos you are trying to stitch together. After this process completes, you will be prompted to give your panorama a file type and name. This is the ONLY OPTION you have in the process.  The default file type is JPG which is sufficient for emailing, posting to Facebook, etc… However, if you wish to do serious editing or print this professionally you will need to save the image as a TIFF.  TIFF files are not compressed and are much larger than compressed JPG files. Typically, photo editing software gives you the option of how much compression to apply but for some reason it is a fixed level in this software. Remember, more compression equals more degradation of the original image.

That’s it!  Your image may have some strange edges as a result of the stiching processing compensating for the placement and angle of your camera. If you don’t like these edges then simply use WLPG or any other photo editor to crop it square.

What started as seven individual images from a camera balanced on my knee is now an end-zone to end-zone view of Boone Pickens Stadium.

Click here to see the panorama.

Tips:

• You can zoom in and out very quickly using the scroll wheel on your mouse.
• Use your arrow keys or mouse to navigate around.
• Since this is a 360, you can pan one direction continusoly as if you are spinning in a circle.

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My favorite photo in the set is the black & white of “Blue & Rust.” That sculpture brings back a lot of good memories of good friends. Even though I was a horrible drummer (didn’t apply myself to drumming like I did actual school work), my best memories from college revolved around being in the OSU drumline. Before each game, the drumline would meet in front of that sculpture to warm up.

By the way, hit refresh and my blog’s banner image will change. Refresh enough times and you’ll eventually see the panoramas I made of the inside of Boone Pickens Stadium and the Library/Student Union areas.

Click on each image below to enlarge.

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Just when you think the Mike Gundy parodies are dead, one more pops up. Since this is my church and my coach, I find it hilarious. Enjoy & Go Pokes!

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We’ve only had this dog two weeks and I’m not sure Riley (that’s her name) is up to the coyote challenge. This may be the nicest, most attention starved dog ever.  As Jerry Seinfeld would say, she is a “close-talker” – she definitely gets in your personal space.  If you sit on the floor, she will trot up to you and put her head into your chest. If you go to the restroom, she’ll follow you.  In the short time we’ve had her, she has come out of her shell little-by-little. Hopefully in another few weeks her true personality will eventually appear and she will be a little more outgoing. However, I have a feeling that Riley may be just another family member and not the coyote chaser we had hoped. She’s even scared of the cat. 

She is a very good dog. She lets the boys pull and tug on her. She barks (sometimes) when it’s time “to go.” She sleeps in her crate all night without making a peep. She loves to run! Here is a video of her running “zoomies” the first day at our house. (BTW, we’re not white-trash, those dilapidated barns in the video were on our property when we bought it.)

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We named her Riley after Andrea Riley the sophomore point guard for Oklahoma State University’s women’s basketball team. Both Rileys are a little undersized, but lightening quick.  Our Riley’s full name is Riley McRib (because we ate at McDonald’s on the night we picked her up), but we also considered Riley Coyote and Riley Cyrus.  If she was a male, we would have named her Bullet — you OSU fans know why.

Here are some photos of Riley

After a grueling last leg through Oklahoma City & Moore, we finally arrived in Norman. My urge to urinate was growing as fast as OU’s score in the first quarter. We drove around for another seemingly 60 minutes (although it was only 10-15) until we found a place to park. Thankfully, we were able to sneak into a donor spot near Memorial Stadium. At this point, my bladder had grown to the size of Pistol Pete’s head. I felt I was going to suffer the same fate as Tycho Brahe (look that one up).

After a brisk painful walk, we made it to the stadium gates. As we weaved and coughed our way through what seemed like a Marlborough convention, I saw the “Men’s Restroom” sign shining like a beacon in a sea of crisp crimson caps.  I made it to the restroom, stood in a short line, and began to take one of the longest pees of my life. Do you remember that scene from Austin Powers after he wakes up from his cryogenic state? That was me, but I had clothes on and I am less hairy.

As my body was returning to normal, I heard a couple of guys commenting behind me on how long I was standing there. I acted like I didn’t hear anything and just focused on the empty bottle of Jack Daniels that someone left on the urinal. Keep in mind, I had the only orange on in a restroom full of Sooner fans. I was not about to talk back with my pants unzipped. After a few seconds, my left leg collapsed — someone knocked my locked knee loose and I nearly peed on myself. DID THAT REALLY JUST HAPPEN?!? I cut my stream off and turned around to see the guy behind me to the left staring above me at the cinder block wall on which the urinals hung. He had that look on his face like you did in middle school when you would tap someone on the shoulder and pretend it wasn’t you. However, this wasn’t a middle-school aged boy, this was a thirty-something year old man. On top of that, this wasn’t even your typical redneck OU fan that enjoys noodling for catfish or blowing up frogs while everyone else is at their day job. This was a clean cut person who probably did some type of professional work for a living. Still in shock that he would do that, I asked him “WHAT ARE YOU DOING” in a loud voice.  His face turned as red has his hat, but he kept staring ignorantly at the wall – but everyone else looked at me. (Yes, I zipped up by now.) I took a step closer and asked him again. Still no response.  I knocked his hat loose and he finally acknowledged I was there. The rest of the conversation is a blur because I was so dumbfounded that someone would actually do this to a complete stranger while taking a leak.  He eventually apologized. I looked up and saw 100 Sooner fans with dropped jaws. I accepted his apology and left.  The most disappointing thing about the whole ordeal was that I didn’t get to finish peeing.