June18: Breathe out

With my busy season drawing to a close, I’m happy to be getting back to everyday life.

With all that’s happened the last few months, there’s no doubt that some neglect has happened. I’ve missed a few workouts (but I did one today). The old lawn mower I took apart in early May is still in pieces; I hope to find that part this weekend. The gutters I missed cleaning at the end of March, but I started them last Friday. I haven’t baked a fresh loaf of bread for a month. When Father’s Day came, I was relieved; I didn’t have to run out last minute and get someone a present.

Hopefully the summer will be a little slower paced. I love doing yard work, when I have time. I even like doing house chores when I’m not in a hurry. After a time of manic productivity, slower times are needed for maintenance to occur.

I’ve been drawing here and there, while talking to my wife about her courses and such. I rarely draw from pictures any more; usually I do it from memory. Here’s another dancer from the year end show I saw.

Please drop in again soon. Cheers:)

June14-15: Year-end hip-hop show

I never would have guessed my son would be in hip-hop – yet, here we are! Yesterday I attended the year-end performance, with around 43 different routines of which he was in only one. My congratulations to the organizers and trainers: the show was magnificent.

Hip hop dance entered popular culture when I was around the age my sons are now. Following disco, it was new and hard to define – except that it was totally different from what I’d seen before. Doubtless, in the big American cities, it was much better understood. I saw it on a few videos, which themselves were “new”.

I never received any dance training as a kid; I played piano instead. When my eleven year old son joined hip-hop last fall, we didn’t know if he’d commit to it. True, he did dance at home, sometimes for hours.

Well, at first, his interest seemed lukewarm. A couple of times I went along; my younger son, my wife and I would relax in a room with plush couches and colourful walls while my older son had his dance class. We could hear them working out the routine, but couldn’t see; their studio was a few doors down the hallway.

I loved hanging out in the lounge. Dancers would come and go, paying us no attention; they’d practice their routines or talk about school and such.

Paul’s interest vibrated between “a little less” and “a little more” until sometime in the spring. Eventually I was able to go along more often. As the nights got warmer and brighter, he’d come out for water, panting and sweating. Sometimes his teacher would talk to us. Paul, it seemed, was finding his rhythm.

Around a month ago, Paul tried out for next year’s competitive team (this year was recreational) and made it. Away we go.

To all the dancers in the year-end performance: thank you for the amazing show. Your professionalism was truly impressive.

Here’s a generic performer.

hip hop dancer

June 7/14: Update w/Longmire

Longmire, on A&E, centers around a small-town sheriff in Wyoming. Wondering if it would be a predictable western-style drama, I was drawn to it anyway. I don’t like to miss it.

Well, I moved forward with the yard chores today, cutting down most of the tall grass on the edges and also the bolted shoots in the lawn. I also cut the weeds down in two of the “wild” areas of my yard. Next, I dumped the cut weeds onto a weaker part of the lawn to attract the worms. I didn’t get to everything, but the yard is a lot further ahead than it was this morning. My allergic son is playing out there now, his hay fever much improved:)

I’m thinking about watering the lawn a bit this summer. I didn’t do it much (if any) last summer. However, I’m contemplating it for a weak part of the lawn in order to accelerate the absorption of the lime. Once the lime is activated, I believe that area will grow much better.

There are so many dandelions on my property, I eat the greens whenever I’m out there. I always rip off the flowers when they appear, so that my wife doesn’t notice them as much. She doesn’t like the fact that I leave the dandelions, preferring I’d pull them out. However, dandelion greens make up about a third of my vegetable intake from April to October. They’re convenient to eat while I’m working. One restriction: I can’t eat them before social engagements, because they green up the teeth bigtime.

To Longmire: it’s a great show. Sheriff Longmire (played by Robert Taylor) is the strong, silent type, but superbly believable. He constantly criticizes his own actions and regrets how he’s “failed” people he cares about. Yet, he is always having to act quickly as emergencies evolve, leading inevitably to unintentional damage. Sheriff Longmire always puts others first, and everyone loves him for it. He’s his own worst critic.

Supported by Henry (Lou Diamond Phillips), Deputy Branch Connally (Bailey Chase), and a few others, Longmire struggles to keep order in the lives of the residents of his county. Ultimately, the show suggests an optimistic, wholesome point of view about people, even perhaps those who go astray.

Here’s Longmire. Surprisingly, my wife likes this drawing:)

June 6/14: Bernie Madoff

Rolling into June, it’s time for another post. Bernie’s been on my mind ever since the news broke around ’08 or ’09.

How have you been? The weather’s been summery here for weeks now. The kids’ piano season ended with their recital last Sunday; they’re in summer swimming now at the outdoor pool. School continues, but not for long.

The yard needs attention that I can’t give it right now. My business is academic; this is a busy time of year. I even have a lawn mower to fix when I get a chance to go find the part. Pas aujourd’hui. However, over the last couple of weeks, I have managed some mowing, some weeding, and even some liming. With everything taking off so fast, I just can’t keep up.

I guess my older son has moved up into competitive dance starting this summer. He sure wanted it, so I’m happy for him.

We still work around the demands of my wife’s college courses. However, courses are good things, in my opinion:)

Bernie Madoff caught my attention when North America seemed to be going down the tubes back in ’08-’09. Why he merited so much attention is a question I ask today, but I guess he made a good story.

Madoff started an investment firm in 1960 with money he’d earned lifeguarding and installing sprinklers. His firm was a pioneer in at least a couple of different aspects. According to him, the questionable activities did not begin until the early ’90s. By ’99, there were doubts about the legitimacy of some of Madoff’s claims. Possibly because he was well connected and trusted, many people preferred to give him the benefit of the doubt. In the end, they probably didn’t help him much by doing so.

The phrase Too Good to be True (Arvedlund, ’09) has been related to the hopes of Madoff’s investors. Obviously, such a comment makes sense. However, there is a more philosophical point of view: I’ve heard it estimated, from a fairly good source, that one in ten adults in North America need never work again in their lives. Such people are called “independently wealthy.” To a struggling member of the working class, being independently wealthy is probably “too good to be true.” Yet, it is true, for some.

In the Old World, the acceptance that some people have, while others don’t, is also old. Yet, in North America, there endures the ethic that anyone can be rich. Indeed, some people enter life poor, but accomplish wealth. From the wholesome perspective of the American dream, is anything “too good to be true?”

Here’s Bernie.
Bernie Madoff

May 28: update w/ the Spoons

Happily, an old style post – also, the fifth this month. I’m so glad to be back.

If you explore my site – which you can do by clicking the facebooklet.ca tab next to “Home” above, then following the link – you’ll find my old home page. There are links to blog archives, rss archives, and galleries. Many dozens of posts – and drawings – await you from years past.

If you’ve already been there, you know my old style of post: while talking about life, yard work, etc., I’d also feature an actor or music star with their portrait I’d drawn.

Today’s post is such. Having you-tubed “Those Old Emotions” by the Spoons the other day, I got inspired to “write them up.”

I remember the Spoons from the early 80s. The first song I knew was theirs: “Tell No Lies”. It’s a simplistic song, but catchy and playful. With so many songs talking about heartbreak or dislocation, “Tell No Lies” was a fun interlude on the radio.

“Romantic Traffic” is catchy as well. My impression is that it’s more complex than “Tell No Lies”, both musically and lyrically. While I haven’t heard “Tell No Lies” in over a decade, my younger son likes “Romantic Traffic,” which he first heard on the radio in the car. It still gets a lot of play on some stations. I think “Romantic Traffic” brings a style similar to the 80s band ABC (“Be Near Me”, among others).

“Those Old Emotions,” probably my favourite from the Spoons, came out in 1983, the year before the other two songs I’ve mentioned. It’s unlike the popular music of the time, seeming to speak to an older generation. Yet there it was, playing alongside Cyndi Lauper, Madonna, the Police, and others. It reached 28 on the Canadian charts. I’d easily believe that it’s as popular today as some songs that were in the top 5 back then. But that happens:)

Here’s one face I see in Spoons videos. While I assume he’s the lead singer, I confess I don’t know. With the Wikipedia article right here, you’d think I’d look up his name. I’m not going to, though: I don’t need a name to know who he is. I remember hearing the Spoons songs in my early teens, occasionally even seeing their videos. Back then, seeing a video you hoped for was rare. I never saw the video to “Those Old Emotions” until a few years ago.

So here he is, the man from the Spoons videos. Thanks, Spoons, for the great music:)

May 20: back to everyday life

With the May long weekend over, we enter the final push towards “year end” – if you’re academic, which we are.

Someone might read my heading and dissent. Many university students have been out for a month already. Isn’t it only grade school that extends through June?

Actually, I did about a sixth of my degree in spring and summer terms. Some were condensed courses, offered May through June at double pace.

I always enjoyed spring and summer terms. Of course, I like school in general. However, there seems to be a different dimension to summer learning. It’s like a vacation where you are in courses. Somehow, the point of view is different. Summer courses seem separate from the main year ones, even though they go on the same transcript at the end.

In my present reality, everyone around me is in school, while I’m not. I function as the support person: I make breakfasts, pack lunches, and sometimes leave dinners to be eaten by the students later that day, when I will be away. I help with homework.

When I was in university, I never imagined the life I have today. Getting my degree meant everything. I had to metamorphize. I wasn’t good enough until I got that degree. That’s what I’d been taught since I was a small child. It’s not what I believe today, by the way, but I’d been brainwashed.

While getting the degree didn’t solve all my problems, it qualified me to have a family. Now, I gently guide them along like a slow current. It’s not the manic all-nighters that I spent at university. We live in a gentler time now.

I’ve been told many times that university is a place you go to get a degree, then you return to life. I’d love to go back to university sometime, but right now I’ve got this other life to live.

As a support worker, you get some leisure time. You can take up a pastime like drawing, for instance. You can observe the world around you instead of always having your nose in a textbook.

Here’s my latest experiment. I’ll be back. Cheers:)

May 18 Update: night walking

As a kid, I enjoyed walks late at night. I’m happily contemplating a return to the habit.

Last night I left the house around 11pm for a walk. It was a beautiful summer night, cool and breezy. Between light gusts, flowers perfumed the air. The streets were dead. Although the sky was overcast, it felt like a clear night.

Revisiting corners I hadn’t happened by in months, I checked the street names sometimes. All around, dark houses stood. The fresh leaves on the front yard trees danced in the breeze.

I couldn’t smell the ocean from my house, but after 20 minutes’ walking I could. It was an oily, heavy smell, laced with salt.

For the first hour, I didn’t encounter a soul. Only nearing home did I see anyone – in total, three people in the last ten minutes of my walk. All were young males. The first was on his phone; the next two were listening to headphones.

This is the last guy I saw. Cheers:)

Update May 17 w/ security guard

I don’t leave the house very often. When I do, it’s often for a function such as a judo tournament. Later, I might draw a person I saw there from memory.

Hello again! I’m very pleased to get back so soon.

I’ve been reading your comments, some of which I really appreciate. Hopefully I’ll have time to start posting some of them soon. Right now, I’d like to respond to three questions I’ve received:

Question 1

Someone asks, “Do you get a lot of spam responses?”

Answer:

Definitely. One time, I got 1600 comments in four months; about 1500 were spam. You can cut down on the spam using various features in the blogging platform, such as the blacklist feature.

Question 2

Someone asks, “Given that your site loads so quickly, what web host do you use?”

Answer:

I use a local web host, rather than a nationally advertised one. I might pay a little more, but so far it’s been worth it:)

Question 3

Would you be interested in a link exchange?

Answer:

Possibly. I’d never do it unless I visited the other site and liked it. I tend to like creative, artistic sites, but they don’t have to be about art.

I haven’t been drawing as much these last few months, but my interest in faces, especially in drawing from memory, continues. While much of my drawings have been based on pictures, I do like to recreate people I see spontaneously.

Tournaments are great places to notice people. There are lots around, in various capacities. Most people’s faces I don’t notice, but every crowd has a memorable one.

The person depicted below is a first aid attendant/security guard. He looked absolutely suited to his role. Some people seem to discover their perfect niche in life; I’ve always thought those people are very lucky!

Thanks, Mr. Security Guard, for the role you played that day.

May 16: Update w/ Sherlock

The more I watch Elementary, the more I like it. Here, it airs on Thursday nights.

Hello. I’m so glad to be touching base with you again. Believe me: I’m trying to post more regularly.

Around May 2, summer came. We’ve had a few perfect days that could have been from July. Of course, Canada’s west coast isn’t a hot place; summer days are often around 22° Celsius. So it’s not so hard to reach such temperatures this early in the year.

I’ve limed the back lawn twice more, the side lawn once more. With the sudden warm, sunny weather, the weeds have taken off. My weeding tool actually broke yesterday. Strangely, just before it did, I was contemplating how many weeds I’ve taken out with it. I was imagining tens of thousands. Then it broke.

Well, my weight is up around 177. My jeans are loose, though. I don’t know what’s going on; a few months back I was around 172.

We have two lawnmowers – one that’s not powered at all, and an old 2-stroke Lawnboy. My wife prefers my using the Lawnboy because it gives a more uniform cut. It’s from 1979; it often takes quite a few pulls to start it. At the beginning of the season, it might take about 50 pulls. However, this year I had to pull the cord 200 times before it finally started. It’s not running quite right; I’ve got it apart now and need to do a couple of repairs. I’ll let you know how it goes.

The “year” 2013-2014 is definitely coming to a close. My kids played in their piano festival a couple weeks back. Their summer swimming has begun. As I understand it, the Blacklist and Elementary both finished their seasons this week. My wife has even begun her “spring” term in her courses. It’s a condensed one, naturally.

While this time of year marks the end of so many things, I find it often brings freshness as well. A different point of view might evolve in just a few weeks. It’s tempting to just let go and ride the summer wave. However, there’s much too much to do:)

My wife is not happy (of course) with this drawing of Sherlock. On inspection, I’m happy enough with it. You be the judge.

I have high hopes to be back again soon.

Wikipedia was a source for this article.

Sherlock Holmes played by Johnny Lee Miller

Hello Again: Update feat. Judit Polgar

Much has happened since my last post. For one thing, I’ve returned to chess after twenty years.

Hello! I’m so glad to talk to you again! Since last fall, you’ve never been far from my thoughts.

My longtime readers know that yard work is a perennial theme of my writings; with that I’ll start. I limed the lawn about two months ago. Moss was really taking hold, so I gave it a double dose. I think that already there’s a positive result; the grass is very green, even though some areas are a little patchy. I need to lime again, but haven’t been able to get to the hardware store yet.

A couple of weeks ago, I had occasion to help a friend make a video and post it on youTube. It was a long video – over fifteen minutes – and I had to figure out how to upload it. What I didn’t know is that some video formats upload much easier than others. Although fairly familiar with picture formats, I wasn’t familiar with video ones. Pulling an all-nighter, I got schooled. I’ll probably start making some youTube videos of my own soon; stay tuned!

I still fit in my 31″ skinnies, but my weight has ballooned up to the high 170s. I can’t explain it, but there it is. I’ve had a cold for a few days, so I missed Friday’s workout. However, last Wednesday I returned to skipping, not having done it since last fall. I was a bit worried my calves would be atrophied, but happily it went well:)

Cautiously, I’ve started cooking. My wife is busier than ever, while of course I stay at home almost always. The feared “What are we going to do for dinner?” has been mainly deflected. Either my wife and I cook something over the weeked – a roast, for instance – that will be good for dinners and lunches for a few weekdays, or else I make something during the day that my wife can reheat later that afternoon. These are not fancy dinners; often I’ll boil up some sausages, then fry them and cook some rice alongside. One time I made mac and cheese (not from a box, as everyone immediately asks!), which turned out fantastic. However, I haven’t made it again, since my younger son doesn’t like mac and cheese:(

To chess: I started playing back in early October. I play with my son or the computer. At first, I was no good at all. I’ve had lots of failures, but some nice wins, too.

Part of returning to chess has been learning the characters involved. For instance, I’ve watched lots of videos on youTube – mainly from Killegar Chess or Mato Jelic. From those playlists I’ve learned about famous chess players and watched their games move by move.

Judit Polgar is one such player. She is a Hungarian grandmaster, born back in ’76 (Wikipedia). Judith has an aggressive, unpredictable style, characterized by early sacrifices and quick victories. See my drawing of her below.

I’ll have much more to say about chess and life soon. Cheers:)