Contemplation

Magnolia petals on ground at Durand Eastman Park
Magnolia petals on ground at Durand Eastman Park

The old world image of the parish priest as someone who you saw on the street and not just behind the alter, someone who came in to your home and laughed, who brought you books that didn’t have anything to do with religion but most of all someone who your parents respected and turned to for guidence when they wrestled with bone-headed dogma, manifested itself in “Bill” Shannon, as my parents called him. A life long academic as well as a counselor, he championed the work of the in-house rebel and Trappist monk Thomas Merton who showed how we can practice true contemplation in everyday life.

Father Shannon died over the weekend, the day after the old feast day of Saint Paul of the Cross, the Italian mystic and my namesake because I was born on that day. I say “old” feast day because the last pope named so many new saints, more than all of the popes in history combined, that he had to rearrange the calendar to work in his new rotation. I still have the relic of Saint Paul, a tiny charred chip of something, that Father Shannon bought for me on a trip to Italy. When late night conversations turn to religion I dig it out and proudly show it off. I understand he truly believed the church could change so he worked within toward that effort. I hope he was right.

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Exaggerated Gesture

3 white deer on Seneca Army base in New York
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When we were in Spain years ago we did a bit of the famous Camino de Santiago, a religious pilgramage across the top part of of the country. We did our stretch in a rented car, passing hundreds of people who were doing it the old fashioned way on foot. I felt the same guilty twinge this weekend when we drove down the east side of Seneca Lake and then back up the western side. The Seneca7 relay race was the same day so we passed runners, each from a group of 7, as they ran the 77.7 circumference of the lake in the same direction as us.

The exaggerated gestures of German Expressionism are some of the most exciting art of all time so I planned to celebrate my birthday surrounded by works from the “Age of Discontent” at the Johnson Museum on Cornell’s campus. Max Beckmann, Erich Heckel, Ernst Kirchner, Emil Nolde, and Karl Schmidt-Rottluff are all there but Beckmann steals the show here with his intense, jam-packed compositions of people at home, in concert halls, taverns, strip clubs and opium dens. And how about this chimney sweep?

An added bonus at the Johnson is the “Witness: 20th-Century Photographic Images from the Collection of Gary and Ellen Davis” show with Walker Evans, Dorothea Lange and a disturbing “Bravo 20” photo of a bomb crater by Richard Misrach. Bravo 20 was the name the U.S. Navy gave their illegal bombing exercises in the American west on a site the Native Americans called the “Source of Creation.” Coming back from Ithaca you pass 9,500-acres of land between Seneca and Cayuga lakes, the old “Seneca Ordnance Depot”, that is still fenced in and rather imposing except for the beautiful white deer and I couldn’t help but think of Misrach’s photo.

The Finger Lakes region is gods’ country, a wild mix of Indian reservations, Mennonite communities, mobil homes, luxurious second homes ringing the lakes and hundreds of vineyards catering to the stretch limo hoards. We whizzed by a sign mounted on someone’s mailbox that read “God’s Judgement Will Come” and then passed under a giant electronic sign on the NYS thruway that read, ” No Texting While Driving.” Peggi said, “Didn’t New York State just text us?”

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Frozen Custard

Abbots Frozen Custard on the corner of Culver and East Ridge Road in Rochester, New York
Abbots Frozen Custard on the corner of Culver and East Ridge Road in Rochester, New York

The corner of East Ridge and Culver is certainly prime real estate so it is sort of surprising to see local favorite, Abbot’s Custard, holding down a quadrant with Sunoco, Walgreens and Culver Ridge Plaza. Especially considering the place is closed for five months of the year. I’m thinking they’re holding out for the big bucks when the real estate market returns.

I was still in my pajamas when my neighbor, Rick, called to ask if I would come over and take a picture of him and Patty Larkin before Patty hit the road. She played a house concert there last night and we went to this one. One of her songs with the line “traveling alone is a wonderful thing” stuck with me. She sampled a four note progression on electric guitar and then played on top of it. The guy sitting next to us leaned over and said “this sounds like Margaret Explosion”. Mostly she plays acoustic guitar and is a strong rhythm player, so strong I couldn’t hear what she was singing about and I suspect that is what people like about her. She was kind shy and had a funny smile, kinda like the drummer in The Incredible Casuals. I liked her.

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Perfect Day

Magnolias in full bloom with blue sky, Rochester, New York
Magnolias in full bloom with blue sky, Rochester, New York

Ken Frank has returned from Puerto Rico, Bob Martin flies in this afternoon from Las Vegas. Four band members in one city! I just stepped outside. It’s a perfect day for the Margaret Explosion. 7:30 tonight at the Little Theater Café, free admission.

Listen to Margaret Explosion “Juggler” with Jack Schaefer on bass clarinet

Margaret Explosion 45 RPM "Juggler/Purple Heart" (EAR 16) on Earring Records, released 2011 on black vinyl.
Margaret Explosion 45 RPM “Juggler/Purple Heart” (EAR 16) on Earring Records, released 2011 on black vinyl.
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Saving The Day

Spinach and lettuce in our neighbor's garden
Spinach and lettuce in our neighbor’s garden

Our neighbor emailed us that he has an overload of spinach, some of it wintered over and then then three rows that he planted in early March. He has also stated these new plants (above), some more spinach and some lettuce. We went down there with a shopping bag and we easily filled it without making a noticeable dent in the plants. And while we were there we planted two more rows of spinach and some cilantro.

Spinach, for me, will forever be associated with the superhuman strength the it gave Popeye. Our friend Bill needs his spinach now as the battles the cancer they found last week. We plan to make our favorite spinach dish for him, garbanzos con espinacas, and drop it off this afternoon.

from wiki — In every Popeye cartoon, the sailor is invariably put into what seems like a hopeless situation, upon which (usually after a beating), a can of spinach which he apparently regularly carries with him falls out from inside his shirt. Popeye immediately pops the can open and gulp the entire contents of it into his mouth, or sometimes sucks in the spinach through his corncob pipe. Upon swallowing the spinach, Popeye’s physical strength immediately becomes almost superhuman, and he is easily able to save the day (and very often rescue Olive Oyl from a dire situation).

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Sam

Sam Jones photo of his old Macintosh Plus
Sam Jones photo of his old Macintosh Plus

I have always wanted to have my own Sam Jones photo. I’ve admired his work for years and I was thrilled when he asked if he could use my camera to take a picture of his first Mac, a Macintosh Plus with a broken floppy drive.

Sam had taken me down to their basement where the old computer sits near the laundry tubs. I noted that the black and white screen is not any bigger than an iPad. Sam told me he pats it every time he goes down there to do his wash. His father had scanned a batch of Sam’s Polaroids and put a slideshow online years ago but I wasn’t able to find that link so we’ll have to make do with this one shot.

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Bird

Red wing blackbird in marsh on Hoffman Road Rochester, New York
Red wing blackbird in marsh on Hoffman Road Rochester, New York

We watched this red winged blackbird for quite a while. I even took a movie of it while it sat there in the sun drenched marsh surrounded by golden leftovers from last years invasive species. I tried to record it’s bird call but once I turned the camera on all I got was a few chirps. The bird seemed to sum up all of life somehow. A minor masterpiece.

The student run new music Eastman collective, Ossia, is performing Ruben Seroussi’s “Jazz… à propos de Matisse.” tonight at Kilbourn, 8pm. I have no idea what this piece will sound like but the title is intriguing.

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Sculpt A Butt That Defies Gravity

Tangled trees in Spring Valley, Rochester New York
Tangled trees in Spring Valley, Rochester New York

There’s hardly ever a line a Wegmans. They like taking your money. Speaking of “like”, the like button in the sidebar of this page stopped working. Not during an upgrades or anything, it just just stopped working out of the blue. But I discovered that when I sign out of fb the counter begins working again and shows the 433 that have clicked. I tried updating the wp page with a plugging-in but it wanted to start counting from zero so I disabled the plug-in. Just like Sparky‘s site I have a broken counter.

Anyway back to the line at Wegman’s. I had enough time to scan the magazine covers at the check out. Men’s Health magazine, “Melt Your Gut.” Women’s Health magazine, “Sculpt A Butt That Defies Gravity.”

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Lilacs And Fried Dough

Swan on log in Durand Lake, Rochester, NY
Swan on log in Durand Lake, Rochester, NY

With tree blossoms a full month ahead of schedule in this part of the country farmers are concerned that a cold snap could damage this year’s fruit crop. That would be a shame but it hard to find fault with this gorgeous weather. Some people say we’l be punished for this. My father say’s we’ve earned it. Shelley is upset because the nights have not been cold enough for the sap to flow. She has given up on syruping this year.

I’m hoping this will be the year when the lilacs will have come and gone by the time the officially announced celebration begins.

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Unknown Error

Passport photos printed on the wrong side of glossy paper
Passport photos printed on the wrong side of glossy paper

We renewed our passports today. I say “today” but it took us the better part of the week to get the damn things off. You can’t just go downtown and do it face to face with a county employee anymore. We had to print out a form from the government’s site that included a bar code that “must be legible”. Legible bar codes are impossible to do on an inkjet printer so we made a trip to the library for that phase.

Our laser printer bit the dust. If I could figure out how to recycle the damn thing it would be gone but it’s still sitting in the corner next to me. It served us well, a 660 dpi HP LaserJet that we bought to do early desktop publishing work for Lawyers Co-operative Publishing back in the day. The oldest company in Rochester for a while, West Group bought them and then Reuters bought West Group. We used to layout law books, print the pages out and then they would shoot film negs from our print outs. Not very creative but cutting edge production in the dark ages.

You would think in 2012 you would be able to upload a passport photo the same way you put a photo on FaceBook and fill out the passport forms electronically instead of wrestling with all this old technology. We have three inkjet printers, ones that came free with computers. “Free” with outrageously priced toner cartridge replacements. Our Canon S9000 is giving us an “Unknown Error”. Where do you go to figure that one out? So we printed our 2×2 inch passport photos on our our Epson. We’ve really moved beyond printing and hardly do any of it anymore. I can’t understand why anyone would print a photo anymore. They look so much better on a monitor. So we loaded the coated paper upside down and got the other worldly looking photos above.

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Special People

Horseshoes being painted for the beginning of the season
Horseshoes being painted for the beginning of the season

Instead of staying in the woods we’ve been heading into the park proper in hopes of finding yet another early flowering specimen. The apricot trees still rule but the magnolias are coming on. Warm weather obviously brings out a lot of people, two kinds of people, outdoors enthusiasts and dog people. Any walker can tell you dog people always say, “Don’t worry. He/she is harmless” when their dog comes at you or jumps up on your leg. The “Dogs must be on leash” signs at the park entrances only apply to suckers because no one is here to enforce the rules.

We have a few dog maulings under our belts so we’ve had plenty of time to think up novel ways to combat this problem. Peggi would like to buy mace spray but not just the kind the mailman has. She would like something to spray at the dog owners because it is not the dogs fault. We both like dogs especially that cute little thing in “The Artist.” I’ve been thinking about making a t-shirt to wear in the park when we walk that reads. “The Dog Leash Law Does Not Apply To Me.”

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Roll Away The Stone

Squirrel sitting and eating an acorn outside our window in Rochester, New York
Squirrel sitting and eating an acorn outside our window in Rochester, New York

The chipmunks have left their winter complex under our sidewalk. They’ve pushed back the stones that we that shoved down there last year in an effort to keep our sidewalks from caving in. The squirrels never went anywhere this winter. I just checked my little iPod weather app and it’s warmer here than it is in New York, San Francisco, LA, Madrid, Sevilla and Barcelona. So there.

Listen to Squirrel Watch by Margaret Explosion.

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2 Sore 2 Peck

Woodpecker in backyard after flying into our window
Woodpecker in backyard after flying into our window

Peggi and I were sitting at our computers when we heard this noise coming from the front room. It sounded like someone had dropped a sheet of aluminum or maybe a branch falling on our roof but it wasn’t windy at all. We were both too engaged to investigate so we quickly forgot about it. Later in the afternoon we went out back and found this little woodpecker on the ground below our window. He was obviously stunned but he could hardly walk or hop. We found a worm for him but he didn’t seem interested. We called Animal Control and they said to call back tomorrow if the bird was still there.

We got fixed on this guy and checked on him several times through the day finally watching him fly to a nearby cherry tree where he stood still on the side of the tree. His head was obviously too sore to peck. He stayed in that spot for hours and was still there when we left for our Magaret Explosion gig. I turned the light on when we returned but there was no sign of him. I’m hoping he’s back in action.

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Hawk Eye

Hawk spreads wings and ties off in Durand Eastman Park
Hawk spreads wings and ties off in Durand Eastman Park

The best part about a good walk is the adventure. Heading off in a new direction or just stopping to take in the surroundings. We watched this hawk for quite a while yesterday. It was overlooking a valley and we were on a hill behind it. The hawk had his eye on a squirrel in a nearby tree and was waiting for that squirrel to make one false move. He decided to spare the squirrel and he took off for his next adventure.

Kodak used to make a “Hawk-Eye” camera and my dad worked at Kodak’s Hawk-Eye division on Driving Park overlooking the river. Most of what he did there involved government surveillance projects. He couldn’t talk about it then but it is all in the public domain now.

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Perfect Day Again

Lake Ontario with turquoise in March
Lake Ontario with turquoise in March

The weather has been changing from minute to minute today. Full sun and then snow flurries which accumulate and then melt, bursts of wind, more sun and then snow pellets that disappear on contact. Perfect conditions for a walk to the lake.

Our neighbor has his spinach in already. He sets the pace around here and makes us all look like slackers. He was telling us that his grandmother used to sprinkle the seed on the snow in the Spring. I like that image.

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End Of Hibernation

Cicada shell on wall out back
Cicada shell on wall out back

Sam Jones called me the other day to tell me that someone had brought back Hypercard as a game for the iTouch. My dad was an early Mac user and I remember him showing us that program before Peggi and I had our first machine. We did have an Atari that we bought at Leon’s Typewriter on Clinton Avenue but we only used that for music. I’m happy the old stuff is still around but it’s kind of disappointing that some stuff just won’t go away. After the Gene Vincent and Hendrix and Miles and punk did you ever expect Americana to be everywhere? Spring is here. Let’s get it on.

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A Mano Di Monacelli

Peter Monacelli drawing at Joe Bean's coffee shop in Rochester, New York
Peter Monacelli drawing at Joe Bean’s coffee shop in Rochester, New York

Joe Bean’s is not the best place for an art show but any place is better than no space for an art show. Peter Monacelli, who taught drawing for two decades at MCC has a beautiful show at the coffee bar, mounted high on the wall and unevenly lit. The drawings are part of a series based on the words from the song “Follow” on Richie Havens 1967 album “Mixed Bag.” The one above is entitled “But now silver leaves on mirrors bring delight,” after one of the lines in the song. Peter brought the cd with him last night to the opening but we never heard it. And he assured us he was not dead yet. A fourth cousin with the same name had recently died and Peter and his wife fielded thirty or so condolence calls. One told Gloria, “We lost Pete.”

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Transcendency

Turkey walks by out front
Turkey walks by out front

Remember PIL’s performance on American Bandstand? It was one of those transcendent moments of rock n’ roll bliss. We watched it live and hadn’t seen it until we followed this link on the Mojo site. I had a scare last week when SMR almost reached the one week mark without a new post. Turns out it was just a temporary lapse and it’s come roaring back with posts on Kraftwerk and early Swamp Dogg.

Rochester’s favorite realtor, Rome Celli, had his yearly bash last night treating his past and present clientele to popcorn and a movie at the Little Theater. We chose the Descendants, which featured a realtor, and then squeezed in to the café where Annie Wells was playing with a big band. Her ethereal, upper register voice was lost in the din but we did get to hear a bit of a Dave Ripton song on the way out.

I picked up a City Newspaper and was thrilled to find Frank DeBlase back in the saddle after his hospital tweak. Frank’s writing doesn’t get sidetracked with the back story crap. He goes right for the gut and conveys music’s potential for transcendent moments.

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