'O sweet spontaneous...'

Text? Who needs text?!


Bearded Iris



Well OK, maybe a little text. This e. e. cummings poem is one of my favorites and seems right. Spacing is intentional and original.

O sweet spontaneous 
earth how often have 
the doting 


fingers of 
prurient philosophies pinched 
and poked 


thee 
has the naughty thumb 
of science prodded 
thy 


beauty       how 
often have religions taken 
thee upon their scraggy 
knees squeezing and 


buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive 
gods 
but 
true 


to the incomparable 
couch of death thy 
rhythmic 
lover 


thou answerest 


them only with 


spring

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this drippy, drizzly day

Every so often I get completely caught up in one aspect of my life and forget about others. Recently I have been nearly consumed by the upcoming aerial dance show, and all other thoughts got sent to back burners. On this drippy, drizzly day I remembered to notice that my yard was turning green. Grabbing my camera, I went out to investigate what was going on.


Black Trillium

The trillium, both the store-bought black and the rescued woodland white, are up and have blossoms ready to open. The Mayapples are up and grew about two inches since yesterday. A couple have buds showing.


Mayapple


Mayapple With Bud

And I was tickled to find a volunteer bleeding heart in a basement window well. It is the window the clothes dryer vents out of, and all that warm, moist air gave this one a head start. I have 4-5 others in the yard, and all are lagging well behind this one.


Blooming Bleeding Heart

As I wandered the yard, I found quite a list of things up and at it:
Crocus (done already)
Siberian Iris (already done)
Daffodil (full bloom)
Tulips
Bearded Iris
Day Lily
Tiger Lily
Sedum
Hosta
Bleeding Heart
Peony
Chive (yummy!)
Mayapple
Trillium
Snow on the Mountain
Dutchman's Britches
Wild Geranium

I am sure there are more that I am forgetting. Oh, it is nice to stick my nose out there! And as the day time draws to a close, the sun has burned through the clouds and is pouring down on the wet earth. Happy garden!

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Cycropia Spring Show Sneak Peek

The tech run for the upcoming aerial dance show went well yesterday. Our goal was to run each piece and sort out all the logistical issues each piece, and the show in general, would need resolved. A work day on Saturday had prepped the space, hanging a large black velvet backdrop, three fabric screens for video projection, and one of the three projectors that would be used. As each piece ran, the tech crew made notes on rigging for each apparatus - when and how it would strike, and who would do that during the show - as well as where the piece was in space to make sure the dancers would be properly lit at all times. Simultaneously the sound and projection folks were making certain that the plans they had made would really work as expected. It is a long processes, consuming seven hours to prep for a show that will run just over an hour.

Care for a sneak peak?



In a break from my usual habit of posting just a few photos, I thought I would try something a little different and embed a slide show to the entire set I have at my Flickr site. The slide show sometimes takes a moment to display the next image. If you get impatient, rolling your mouse over the show will bring up controls.



Still photos cannot do this work justice. Come see the show!

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In the Home Stretch

Since January my life has been filled with rehearsals for an aerial dance show. Most weeks there have been four rehearsals, mostly starting at 8:45 PM. That would get me home around 11:15 PM, all cranked up and not at all sleepy. That was quite challenging when I had to get up and go to work every day. It was also hard to have quality time with my wife. Fortunately, she is an understanding sort, and knows how much a show like this means to me. So we adjusted our schedules and lives to make quality time for each other.

The show is next weekend, and so this is the final push to the end of the process. Everyone involved in the show is working like a dog to solicit volunteers, coordinate the space, the details of seating and lighting and rigging and videography and photography and make-up and costuming and publicity...

Oh yeah, and polishing their pieces.



This is a talented bunch of creative people working hard at their craft for no reward other than the satisfaction of putting on a good show. I have seen the budget, and I have seen the estimated ticket sales if we sell out each show. I am here to tell you, no one is getting rich on this. Ahh, but the experience itself is rich beyond compare!



For me personally it has been a time of growth as I learn more of the process of choreography, and working with fellow dancers in a cooperative way. There are no dictators here; no one has the ultimate say in how each piece was crafted. There are no divas.



This show is a 20th anniversary for the troupe - Cycropia Aerial Dance - and part of the mission for this show is a celebration of community. Not only the community of the troupe itself - though that is a spicy melange of its own - but of the relationship between the troupe and the larger community in which we live.



The show is Friday and Saturday nights, and Saturday and Sunday afternoon matinees. Details are HERE. If you cannot catch the show, enjoy these pre-production photos and wish us luck. We are in the home stretch now, and it is all coming together.

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Film is so last year (so why is it still haunting me?)

Warning: Rant Ahead.

Do you know anyone who still shoots a 35 mm film camera? Sure, they are out there, but mostly folks have moved to digital. So why, pray tell, can I not buy a frame suitable for digital enlargements? My Nikon D40 spits out a standard image of 4"x6" and every print shop will make me prints. Most will even sell me a frame of some sort into which to stick it. But if I want an enlargement most of the kiosk places will default me to an image size of 8x10 inches. See my problem?


8x10 Forces A Crop

The correct step in enlargement for digital cameras is 8x12 inches, not 8x10. I stopped at 3-4 places today in a vain attempt to find a store that would sell me an appropriate frame. No one carried an 8x12 frame. EVERYone carried an 8x10 frame, which not too coincidentally is the correct enlargement size for a 35 mm film image. What really annoyed me enough to blog this was getting an enlargement of a splendid photo that I intend to frame and hang on my wall. It is not a snapshot. It is a stunning portrait of my wife. It being one of the nicest images I have made, I decided to try a big, almost poster-size print. Of course, the correct non-cropped size is - do the math - 16x24 inches. What do you think I find when I look for frames? *nodding* Right, I find 16x20. Again with the 35 mm film image bias. The real pisser? The camera business where I had the print done does not sell any frames for the size they print. Not only at the store I was at, but in their company-wide inventory database. It was a surprise to the sales guy. That also speaks volumes.

I have banged my head into this problem in the past, but I assumed after a year or so the market would have an "A-ha!" moment and catch up, but that is clearly not the case. What is wrong with the industry? Do they simply not realize that the market has fundamentally shifted? Why should I be forced to crop my photo to stick it in a standard frame? Yes, I know I can have cu$tom framing done. My wife does that at her galley. My question is simply, why do I have to?

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Tea Bagging in Madison

I went to the Tea Party here in Madison, WI, yesterday. It was about what I expected, if better attended.



Mostly I heard fear-inciting speeches about how bad Obama is and all the terrible things he has done to America (in 90 days).

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Just a guess, but I will bet that this person was not protesting - not even a peep - during the Bush-Cheney years as they piled on ENORMOUS debt. Recall VP Cheney's words, "Deficits don't matter." Why do they matter now?



I completely agree with this sign.



So let's go pull our Constitution out of the shredder that Bush-Cheney-Yoo-Addington-etc. sent it through, shall we? Let's restore the First and Fourth amendments, honor the "quaint" Geneva Conventions, re-establish habeas corpus, and stop torturing and disappearing people. Undo all those nasty things that the previous administration is responsible for.

Now I freely admit, this next sign simply cracked me up. If that doesn't sum up white male fear of a black man as president, I don't know what does. So black, brown, and yellow skinned people get to own whities? Well, I guess turnabout IS fair play.


WTF?

To the woman with the black sign on the right, I have a question. Did you make that sign in 2003?



If not, then my response is a resounding, Piss off! As I read mostly incoherent signs and watched people protest a 90-day old administration that inherited from the prior administration two wars, staggering debt, and a financial system in serious crisis, my overriding thought was: WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN FOR THE LAST 8 YEARS?! To the seven or eight legitimate Libertarians in the crowd, who have been griping all along, I say, Right on. For the rest of these wankers, I have nothing but contempt. Fiscal responsibility does not mean responsibility only for the other team. Where were these signs last fall? Hmmm?

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Of Wet Roads and A Hawk

I went for a short motorcycle jaunt today. I swapped an old fairing back on in place of the effective-but-awkward one I have been using for two years. I wanted a bit of highway speed shakedown to see if I had any buffeting or undo wind noise. After hitting the bank for cash I headed north on the Interstate. At 75-80 (and getting passed) all was well and the wind was hitting me right in the top of the chest. Perfect! I dropped off to Hwy V figuring I would cut over and see if the Merrimac ferry was operational. A few miles up V I came to a road closed sign. *shrug* Probably a bridge repair I figured. Took a left, a right, and the next right to come back to V a half-mile or so later. Ah, now I understand the Road Closed sign...


Patton Road Flooded

On the Baghira I might have attempted it, but not on the Honda 919. I did a U-turn and tried the next road. Schumacher Road was open, but only because highway crews had brought in a LOT of gravel and rock to raise a new, higher road bed in several spots. Here you can see where the water was in relation to the road:


Schumacher Road Passable

If the water rises one inch more it will be on the roadway, and another three would cover the road. Since we haven't had much rain in the last week, I assume this is significantly down from where it must have been. While I was standing around taking a couple of pictures, I heard something in the water behind me. I turned and saw a hawk in the water!


Floundering Hawk
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He was struggling to reach something substantial, but all the weeds were too soft to support him. He was clearly tiring quickly. I figure he must have stooped on something or tried to land and the weeds were too soggy to support him and he became mired. I guestimated his distance from the road at 40 feet or so, with indeterminable water depth in between.



I must have watched for 15 minutes or so, fantasizing about someone driving by with a canoe or john boat on their truck. No such luck. There was too much traffic for me to strip down and wade out there (not to mention the thought of, umm, hanging out there when trying to rescue a hawk that might not be quite as tired as I guessed), and I knew I'd need to leave my boots on to walk into a submerged cornfield. Hmmm.



He was clearly in trouble. Nothing out there was supporting his weight, and he was running our of steam. I donned my rain pants, hoping to keep me a little dryer and started wading out there. My boots filled up instantly and became leather buckets. Wow! The water was cold. Maybe 50 degrees (F), but maybe not. In two steps I was knee deep, and the third took me to mid thigh and was still angling down. Nope. I wasn't going to get that wet and still have to ride a motorcycle home 15 miles at highway speeds. I returned to the road, doffed my rain pants and noticed that the zipper on my expensive kevlar riding pants had blown open at the knee. #^&**!!! I pulled off my boots and dumped them out, then wrung out my socks. Would have been a good day to be wearing wool longies, but no, I had on cotton pants that were soaked to the knee. Nothing I could do about that, so I sat down on the road and tried to fix my zipper. Making a long story short, after half an hour of wrestling with that damned zipper, it broke, losing two teeth. Great. Now they are useless. In the meantime I had been keeping an eye on the hawk. He was no longer moving. At this point I presume he has drowned, or is so tired that he will soon.

I find an old trash bag and tear off enough to tie my no-longer-closable pant leg. As I ride home I feel three things:

- sadness for the hawk
- bitter cold from mid-thigh down
- madness at my pants

(and yes, I know that forms a haiku)

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New Business Site

I am formally hanging out my shingle as a photographer. To that end, I created a business site to promote myself and my offerings. You can check it out HERE (http://www.eyedance.biz). Your feedback is welcome. It will be permanently linked on the left side of the screen as well.

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Tea Bagging on Tax Day

OMG.

This may not be wise to play at work, depending on where you work. There is no profanity, violence, or even sex. But there is a significant level of innuendo. Please enjoy this segment of the Rachel Maddow show.

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21134540/vp/30145811#30116670

*snicker*

*giggle*

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!


(EDIT: Sorry, this posted with the wrong link the first time.)

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I learned some things today...

I learned that...

...the gas tank on my Honda 919 is supposed to hold 5.0 gallons, but it really holds 4.8 gallons.
...my Honda 919 normally gets about 40-42 MPG, even with my Givi hard bags on.
...gasoline with ethanol SUCKS, costs more, and returns significantly reduced MPG.
...month old "gasoline" with aforementioned high-fructose corn syrup degrading it sucks even more than fresh "gasoline" with high-fructose corn syrup degrading it.
...burning said degraded "gasoline" in a Honda 919 yields about 36.2 MPG (a 14% reduction in fuel efficiency if you're keeping track). But hey! Let's burn that crap instead of inflating our tires to their proper pressure and increasing fuel economy for free (go Rush!).
...leaving home on my Honda 919 for a round trip to Beaver Dam, WI, (about 47 miles each way) without my wallet is really, really stupid.
...being at the apogee of my trip when noticing I don't have my wallet leaves a sinking feeling in my stomach.
...riding conservatively helps, but not enough to get you to mile 175, only to 172.
...I should have bummed a couple of bucks off my former coworkers in Sun Prairie (mile 165 on the tank) and bought some gas.
...that there is no extra little bit of gas in the tank of a Honda 919 that you can access by leaning the bike waaaay over to its left.
...that small business-owning, Harley-riding guys are nice, and will give you $3 when you ask for $1.
...that there is some axiom that states when you run out of gas, even if it is REALLY close to a gas station, the driveway to said gas station will be REALLY freaking steep (across from East Towne...).
...that the pony-tailed hippie walking his dog, observing you grunting your bike up said driveway, not making it and having to stop and rest - twice - will walk right past you and ask - brilliantly - "Run out of gas?" without helping push the last 7-8 feet of freaking steep driveway.

What a day of education for Nataraj!

UPDATE: But wait! It seems the education is not over yet. After stopping home for my wallet, I topped off my tank and rode home about 0.1 miles and parked in the garage, even though I'm taking the bike out again later this evening. Said full tank proceeded to pee "gasoline" all over the garage floor, stinking things up quite nicely. Of course, the stench will seep into the house in no time. Kitty litter will help, but not enough. Note that the Honda 919 has never done this before, so this is a special treat!

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Ironworks Breakfast

Generally I am not a fan of big breakfasts. If I eat a big, traditional American breakfast, I am groggy for the next few hours. I am much more likely to eat a Kashi GoLean bar with some water whenever I get hungry enough to notice. That might be the moment I wake up, or several hours later. Anyway, it generally gets the job done and carries me through to lunch. This week however, Reena suggested we try out the Ironworks Cafe. The café is a project of the Goodman Community Center, and its mission, in partnership with East High School, is to enable youth with both basic job skills, and real life business management experience.


Ironworks Cafe French Toast with Blueberry/Sea berry Sauce

While Reena opted for the "eggs your way" selection with avocado, mushrooms, and bacon, I went with the tempting french toast topped with a blueberry and sea berry sauce. I have no idea what a sea berry is, but the sauce was awe-awe-awesome. Reena mopped my plate with her toast to get every drop of it. It was not a huge plate of food - hooray! - and it was a mere $4.50. I had a glass of the freshest fresh-squeezed orange juice to wash it down. The service was...interesting...but considering the goal of the cafe and the pool of workers drawn from the School of Hard Knocks, there was nothing to complain about. If you want obsequious service, go to l'etoile. If you want to do some good for your community and have a delicious breakfast, head for Ironworks.

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Iowa Gets It

From Iowa's senate, yesterday:


That is what is going on. The dam is burst, and no small-minded group, even if it has a temporary majority, is going to prevent what is right from happening. Get used to it.


UPDATE: As of 12:30 today...
The Vermont House just over-rode the governor's veto by 100 - 49 (the Senate easily over-rode it late yesterday afternoon). So marriage equality is now the law in another state. This is the first purely legislative decision to enact equal marriage rights in one state and thereby a truly historic day for American liberty.

UPDATE #2: As of noon on April 7:...
The D.C. Council voted today to recognize same-sex marriages performed in other states, on the same day that Vermont became the fourth state to legalize same-sex unions.

UPDATE #3: And yet, the opposition knows that same-sex marriage is really out to destroy Western Civilization...
"Same-sex 'marriage' is a movement driven by wealthy homosexual activists and a liberal elite determined to destroy not only the institution of marriage, but democracy as well. Time and again, we see when citizens have the opportunity to vote at the ballot box, they consistently opt to support traditional marriage," - Tony Perkins, April 7.
Of course, preventing blacks from marrying whites also polled well once upon a time, Tony.

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More Snow. *sigh*

Here is what those siberian iris look like this morning.

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