I remember a few years back when I was doing this kind of work, I would take two subjects and grab ten photos of each, preferably looking at the camera. I would then go to Photoshop with each of the 20 photos and straighten the heads so that the eyes were level. I would then go to Microsoft Paint and adjust the head size of each photo so that the eyes were set at one-inch apart. Then I would construct two files each containing all ten heads for one of the subjects, and then bring in one-half of the face from the other subject, and compare it two the ten in the file in front of me.
That might come off as humorous, but all I can say today is that it brings back memories of neck pain. I have stenosis, so that doing tedious work like this places a strain on my neck. But I persist, as it was only by this kind of tedium that, for instance, I was able to identify Buddy Holly as a set of twins, and then later ID these twins as having morphed into 1) musician Gram Parsons (Birds, Flying Burrito Brothers), and 2) to identify the separate twins has having become a) film and music mogul David Geffen, and b) movie mogul Jeffrey Katzenberg. (See this post.)
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I am reading this book on the presumption that no one else I know will do so. I’ve worked my way up to page 150, and when i say “worked” I mean less than that, as it is both interesting and annoying. It covers the history of the Beatles from a fan’s perspective, one that idolized them and believed in certain aspects of the group that I’ll list below. It’s annoying in that in order for me to believe every word of it, I would have to be quite stupid or, as with a good movie, offer up willing suspension of disbelief. There is no “Billy Shears,” there was no death of the original Paul, and no replacement. There were two Paul’s, 