You’re Not Gonna Worry My Life Anymore

Two different kinds of Witch-hazel
Two different kinds of Witch-hazel

A few days have gone by without us even leaving the house. We did find some witch hazel on our last hike and I photographed it at night so there is life out there. I need to get my groove back. I almost forgot I was keeping a blog. No I didn’t. I started to say I was busy but that’s not exactly true. I mean it is true but how do you define “busy”? I get the sense that it has something to do with making money. I love that Lightnin’ Hopkins song where he stops mid sentence and says “I started to say . . ” It’s called “You’re Not Going To Worry My Life Anymore”. And I love how he refers to himself as “Sam” in his songs. I borrowed the Ornette Coleman box set, Beauty Is A Rare Thing” from Tom Kohn and ripped it and read the liner notes before falling asleep. (That last sentence is only interesting if you know that Tom Kohn owns a record store) I was thrilled to read the music critic, Robert Palmer, compare Ornette’s playing to Lightnin’s. What a wild comparison and so vivid.

I am putting the final touches on twenty new crime face paintings. These are sort of small, 11×14 each and all sort of rough and tumble like. I am trying to deliver attitude. After all, what else is there? Well, I guess there is the Plutocracy.

Peter Schjeldahl loves to use big words and I like trying to follow his deeply opinionated reviews in the New Yorker even when I disagree with him. When he tears something apart he levels it, Hiroshima style. In his review of Dakis Joannou’s (a Greek billionaire) collection at the New Museum he says”. . . big money, besides being just about the only money there is, brands the big-time art it buys — art that behaves, in economic terms, like a form of money itself. He calls Jeff Koons, the foundational artist of Joannou’s collection and curator of the show, “the creator of the boom era’s definitive art: perfectionist icons of lower class taste that advertise the jolly democratic sentiments of their loaded buyers.” He says this show “arrives on today’s downwardly mobile art scene like a bejeweled princess at a party that—opps—turns out to be a barn dance.

And I noted in this week’s 60 Minutes piece on the Wall Street robber barons that the fusion of money and government is so concentrated that only a handful of bankers understand what is going on.

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It’s A Miracle

Winter Aconite flowers in the snow, March 10th, 2010, Rochester, NY
Yellow flowers in the snow, March 10thWinter Aconite flowers in the snow, March 10th, 2010, Rochester, NY, 2010, Rochester, NY

The long cold winters in Rochester make for a dramatic Spring entry. The first sign for us is these yellow flowers popping out of the snow. We have a batch right near our work windows but there is still too much snow back there for flowers. We spotted these behind our house and were elated.

There is a sense of dread though when the weather breaks. Activities are piled on top of one another and it is almost impossible to get anything done. The winters here are perfect for holing up with indoor projects and I sense that season coming to a close.

Someone called this morning on our work line pretending to be happy because the sun was shining for like the seventh or eighth day in a row. I say “pretending” because the delight in the sunshine was wrapped in a a complaint about typical Rochester weather. I know some people suffer from Seasonal Affect Disorder but if the sun is that big a deal leave. Why do we have hear about it? Go to Florida or South Carolina.

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I’m Your Puppet

Paul Klee "Gespenst eines Genies [Ghost of a Genius]" 1922
Paul Klee “Gespenst eines Genies [Ghost of a Genius]” 1922

Used to be we had two painting sessions, “Fall” and “Spring” for lack of better descriptors. And then the Creative Workshop of the Memorial Art Gallery divided the Spring session in two which I guess you could call pre Easter and post Easter. They keep dropping weeks too so the Fall session starts later and finishes earlier and the Spring session doesn’t start until mid January and of course the price keeps inching up. But I try to block all that out.

I show up to confront painting issues and our painting teacher, Fred Lipp, is always ready to ratchet it up a notch. I know that I am a better painter than I was ten years ago and I know I have a long way to go. If I felt that Fred was not able to help me get better I would not be taking his class each week. The situation is pretty clear for me and the price is worth it. The interesting thing about all this is how Fred is always there like Sly Stone to take you higher.

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12 Story Building

Fallen tree in the pool area
Fallen tree in the pool area

Did anybody else think Sandra Bullock’s lipstick was too red last night? Nothing stopping Ms. Bigalow though. And that “This Is Your Life” section, actors told other actors what they liked about them in front of the whole world, was really creepy. I liked Jeff Bridges in the Fabulous Baker Boys but I wasn’t buying his his country thing. Of course I haven’t seen the movie so I’m only basing that assessment on his appearance at the Oscars. I miss the streakers. That guy holding up the “Text Dolphin to 44144” sign was as close as we got to spontaneity. We haven’t seen any of the movies that were up except for Food Inc. We did put a few on our Netflix list today.

It was near fifty today and the snow will be gone soon so we’ll be able to clean up the mess in our street’s pool. We had a couple of trees come down with that heavy wet snow. Peggi and I are still the pool presidents for another few months so went down there today to take a closer look.

Ruth Kligman, the woman in Jackson Pollack’s 1950 Rocket 88 when he crashed, has joined Pollack in the great beyond. She was a painter too but she was more famous as an art groupie as she also had affairs with DeKooning and Kline. Franz Kline kind of steals her NYT obituary with this quote.

‘Art is my life,’ is my motto, ” Ms. Kligman wrote, and in an interview she once said that she knew better than many how hard such a life was. She recalled running into Kline at the Cedar bar and telling him that she had just finished what she thought was her best painting. He bought her a drink and told her, of the world: “They think it’s easy. They don’t know it’s like jumping off a 12-story building every day.”

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You Can’t Complain

Peggi dreamed she was a contestant on “Dancing With The Stars” and then woke up to “Reality 4D“. We have been behind in couple of big jobs and we can’t seem to put them behind us. You can’t really complain when you don’t have to set the alarm or drive to work but every once in a while you get roped into doing a job that wasn’t defined properly in the beginning. So the scope of the job grows while you’re doing it and the client feels entitled to unlimited rounds of revisions while you’re stuck with the price you quoted. Like I said, you can’t complain.

I starred at a reproduction of a Luc Tuymans painting last night for about twenty minutes. It’s called “Lamproom” and it is deceptively simple looking but rich in wonder. I would love to see the painting in person at SFMOMA where Tuymans has a retrospective but I don’t think I’ll be out there before May 2nd. I only have the book which I ordered from Amazon and I finally had a chance to spend some time with it last night. I flipped through the whole book and can’t say I like all of his work. In fact I only liked about ten percent of it but the paintings I like just knock me out. So maybe I will warm up to the rest and maybe I won’t. Some artists only hit home runs like 300 . . . I started to use a baseball analogy but I’m confused. When a hitter has a batting average of 300 that means he gets on 30 percent of the time, right? So why do they call it 300 and not 30? Anyway, if the guy has a 300 average he probably only hits a home run 3 percent of the time? And that’s considered really good. So Luc Tuymans is a great artist. It’s not easy to paint like he does even though his paintings can look tossed off.

We celebrated my father’s birthday tonight. I picked up some Nino’s pizza and Peggi’s mom and we sat around my parents table for most of the evening. My brother, who works for Xerox, argued that “print is not dead”. I told him I like paying my bills online. I can’t imagine printing another photo because they look so good on my monitor. We plan to order an iPad on March 12th when they start taking orders and I’m looking forward to canceling a few magazine subscriptions. But I still like art books.

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Breeding Season

Snowwoman in woods by Monica
Snowwoman in woods by Monica

We spotted Monica coming out of the woods with the dogs so when we came across this in the middle of our ski path we knew this snowwoman was her handiwork. The snow had started to melt yesterday and then it froze again today so it was quite slippery. I fell three times before getting off our property but we stuck with it and then really zipped along in the relatively flat woods behind our house. It was warm in the sunny spots and we spotted a chipmunk surveying the landscape. They hibernate all winter and breed first thing in the Spring. Come to think of it, maybe that snowwoman is breeding.

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Goin’ Buggy

Fallen tree on frozen Eastman Lake in Durand Eastman Park
Fallen tree on frozen Eastman Lake in Durand Eastman Park

We had been buried in work, a brochure for the Cancer Institute, and unable to get out for the last two days. But today we walked out of here just like that dramatic scene in “Buñuel’s “Exterminating Angel” when the bourgeois party goers finally decide they are able to leave the house they have been holed up in for days. Well, it was almost that dramatic. There were plenty of fallen limbs in the woods as a result of the heavy snow we had over the weekend but the skiing was surprisingly good. We stopped along the path that follows the shoreline of Eastman Lake and I took this photo. This tree has been sticking out of the pond for years but it looked especially good to me today.

We’ve used a few different shopping carts over the years and Peggi has decided to give X-Cart a try on our newest project. She has chatted with and emailed the Russians that work for the company and they seem quite friendly. Not sure what that cold war was all about. You download and set up the software for free and you pay when you implement it. So far, so good.

Speaking of shopping carts – I grabbed one of the small ones over at Wegmans but I was shopping with two lists, one for us and one for Peggi’s mom. I filled the cart with Depends and Dr. Pepper. I wasn’t sure if the cashier could get all the groceries back in the cart so I apologized for filling up the buggy. Buggy? Where did that word come from? Another era and I was there.

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Returning The Favor

Poison Ivy Voodoo construction
Poison Ivy Voodoo construction

Indiana had some fierce poison ivy. A girl I knew when I was going to school there got it so bad her eyes were swollen shut. When I was a kid I could pick it up and not get it but my body chemistry changed and I got it real good one year. We skied by this poison ivy voodoo like installation over the weekend. I would be afraid to even look at it in the summer. Our friend, Steve Hoy, told us poison ivy thrives where the earth has been tortured in some way. You see it on the side of roads where the highway department is continually cutting it back. It has a vengeful streak.

We sold two “Live Dive” cds to people in Germany in the last week. Can’t figure out what that is all about. I know Jack, who plays guitar with us often, loves Krautrock. Maybe they are returning the favor.

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Art And Mindfulness

Genesee River in Scotsville NY
Genesee River in Scotsville NY

Kathy called this morning and asked how our weekend was. I said, “Really nice. A little bit of work and a little bit of skiing.” I sort of lied about the work part. We’re doing a big job for Kathy and except for a few hours we pretty much blew it off this weekend. She said “I don’t understand the skiing part and I don’t like snow.” Thought provoking comments to start the day. I don’t really think of it as skiing. Its just something different on your feet while you walk in the woods.

This weekend we drove to opposite ends of the county to ski and dine with friends. The groomed trails at Mendon Ponds on Saturday made it a lot more like skiing than walking. I now have a much clearer picture of our trudging style after watching people in spandex skate/ski/whiz by us. And the bushwhacking through deep snow and vines in the marshlands of Scotsville on Sunday was much closer to walking. Both were thoroughly enjoyable and I keep replaying the conversations we had over dinner about art and mindfulness.

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All Ears

Roger Ballen twins photo at George Eastman House in Rochester, NY
Roger Ballen twins at George Eastman House in Rochester, NY

We called the Eastman House to confirm that they were still having the opening for Roger Ballen’s photos on Friday night. The show went on but the heavy snow made for a small crowd. We had a delicious cup of hot cider, chatted with photographer, Brian Peterson, and dove into the show. I was looking forward to this show based on the few reproductions I had seen in the promo pieces (like the twins above) but the more we saw in the show the less I liked.

The Eastman’s website says, “Ballen creates visual ambiguities as universal metaphors of the human condition.” He forgoes a strictly documentary approach . . . collaborating directly with the subject to create the sculptures and drawings that appear in the photographs.” The arty wall drawings and staged positioning of slightly strange people left me feeling manipulated. I loved the square format black and whites but to me they they look better small online and they don’t hold up at two or three feet. And this collection which is billed as a retrospective of sorts has too much of the same thing. He has been compared to Diane Arbus and Arbus is always accused of manipulating her subjects but for me Arbus celebrates humanity while Ballen uses it as a prop.

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Give It Up For Nature

Ski path in the woods during blizzard
Ski path in the woods during blizzard

We watched a Frank Lloyd Wright documentary last night and my favorite scene was the black and white footage of a Mike (cigarette smoking) Wallace interview where Frank’s says, “I put a capital ‘N’ on Nature. That’s my idea of God.” I would second that but skip the cap. It is absolutely beautiful in the woods today!

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Is That All There Is?

Big snowman in Durand Eastman Park
Big snowman in Durand Eastman Park

I love this expressive snowman. It is either singing an aria or asking “Is That All There Is?” which just happens to be my favorite song of all time. In fact if anyone ids taking notes I would like it to be played at my funeral, along with George Jones’ “He Stopped Loving Her Today” and Eric Dolphy’s “Serene.” Everyone’s talking about the “Hurricane Blizzard” with “Heart Attack (heavy) Snow” so if I die out there in the driveway my affairs will be in order. I used Nolo’s “Willmaker” to to do the office business and I’m still trying to decide where my ashes should go.

Peggi’s mom is still going strong and with the help of an aid she was able to come out to see Margaret Explosion last night. We have been invited to dinner at our neighbor’s house tonight. We should be able to make it back up the hill even if we do get some old fashioned winter weather.

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Garage Reporter

Hawk an a branch in the woods
Hawk an a branch in the woods

Either this hawk was following us in the woods or we were following it. We got out early and the skiing was great. We have had more skiable days this year than any I can remember.

A guy stopped in Jerome’s this afternoon to pick up his car and he told Ted a story about hunting on a hundred acres of land that a lawyer friend of his owns in the southern tier. The lawyer had built four blinds up in the trees for deer hunting and the little shacks were so airtight that you could hunt in your t-shirt. And if you got bored waiting for the deer to wander by he had piles of magazines in there. He didn’t say what kind of magazines. This guy said the next time he goes down there he might bring his computer and look for a wifi connection.

They have wireless over at Jerome’s but Ted can’t remember the password so I was sort of left in the dark while they replaced the sway bar fittings on our Honda. Ted just tried calling Frontier to see if they could tell him what his password is but he got interrupted by a delivery guy and then a customer calling to find out if they had determined what was wrong with his car. Ted takes all these problems in stride and stays as cheerful as Barack Obama. One of the mechanics came into the office and told Ted that one of the parts they ordered for our car had a grease fitting and the other didn’t so Ted got on the phone and tried to get a matched pair with or without. He preferred the grease fitting but he couldn’t get one today.

An older couple came in to drop off one of their cars and they called Ted “Teddy”. A young couple walked in next. Each person that walks in sets off bell as they cross the threshold of the waiting room. They were picking up a Mazda for the guy’s father. Jerome’s had rebuilt the engine and Ted told the kid he wanted him to check the oil every time he get gas for the next 1500 miles and then bring it back for an oil change. The kid told Ted he was majoring in “New Media Design” at RIT. When we were alone I asked him what “New Media” meant and he said , Basically making things look cool on the web. I spend a lot of time doing Flash.” Mike, the guy that was doing the work on our car stuck his head in to say that Albany was getting twenty inches of snow and 150,000 people were already without power.” He seemed kind of excited about this. In the paper this morning one of the local weathermen was quoted as saying “This is going to be a monster of a storm”. There are probably kids going to college to learn how to hype the weather.

As I was paying my bill Ted said try •••••••••••••. It worked and I got online. Hint: It has something to do with a vintage car.

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Lights Out

Vic & Irvs at night. A salute to Vic Anuszkiewicz.
Vic & Irvs at night. A salute to Vic Anuszkiewicz.

My sister stopped by with her daughter. First time we’ve seen our niece since she got pregnant. She is still on probation and can’t drive and there is no father in the picture so the situation has caused some consternation in the family. It has all come to a head and in a very natural way and life will go on in a different fashion. I was long overdue for a haircut and I know my niece does that but she insisted she only does women’s hair. I would think men’s hair would be a hell of a lot easier. I usually just pull it upward in clumps and with my fingers and run the scissors under my fingers until I get most of the hair about the same size. I might have learned this technique from Bruce Anderson or possibly Steve Hoy. I struggle with the back though and usually ask Peggi for help but she was off picking up a big project for 4D. My sister volunteered and the whole job was finished in minutes. I don’t care if its all the same length because I never comb it. I’m a pretty easy customer.

When we came back in the computer room my niece was filing her taxes with TurboTax. She used our email address because she doesn’t have a computer. My sister sat down at my computer and did some banking with HSCB. She doesn’t have a computer either but they both have cell phones so they are a step ahead of us. I suggested we all go down to Vic & Irv’s for dinner and pay our respects to Vic Anuszkiewicz. It was snowing when we pulled up and the neon on the word “Vic” was out. Could this be deliberate. It was so perfect. “Perfect”. That reminds me of the song that has been stuck inside of head since the Olympics began. I asked our server (she calls me “Dear”) if the “lights out” thing was a tribute to the 95 year old Vic who died a few days ago. She laughed and said “Irv” was out on the other side.

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Fanfare Please

The Bear Exchange at Boulder Coffee in Rochester, NY
The Bear Exchange at Boulder Coffee in Rochester, NY

I was really excited about seeing the Roger Ballen photography show at the Eastman, a little too excited. We got there a week early. The opening is next Friday! So we headed over Abilene and heard a few songs by a young band with a woman who sang like Janis. We ordered a Genny Bock beer and had them put in a glass. On to the Bop Shop where we caught a trio with guitar, bass and Gunther Schuller’s son on drums. I spent most of my time in the store and bought a cd in a jewel case and everything. I heard a song from this cd on Pandora so I guess they have a viable business model. It’s seductively entitled “Live at the Velvet Lounge” with Fred Anderson and Hamid Drake. Why aren’t these guys ever at the Rochester Jazz Fest? Or Joe McPhee? Or Ornette before he dies.

Brian Peterson suggested we follow him over to Boulder Coffee to see a band whose description had intrigued him. They were a Buffalo band called The Bear Exchange and they were impossibly young and primitive. They played an intriquing combination of low tech (toy accordion, melodica, trumpet, Fender Rhodes) and high tech (two Apple laptops). Very intriguing and dreamy. The lead singer wore big glasses and the keyboard player wore a tweed jacket. I couldn’t help but think how all these essential fashion elements, hoods, tight pants and vintage clothing, are going around again and they still look good.

We finished the night at Bill and Geri’s watching Women’s Curling. The Danish team was exotic as hell and the Canadians they were playing against held their own. We were transfixed on the high def makeup, hair styles and grunts of “hard, hard”. We were all laughing at the sexually charged nature of this arcane game (sport?) and we weren’t the only ones who noticed. Charles Isherwood, writing in this morning’s paper, “But the dream that excites me most is this inspiration, which came upon me as I sat transfixed by boredom and confusion for a couple of hours last week, watching the women’s curling competition. Fanfare please: drag queen curling.”

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Stones Vs The Beatles

Bathroom doors at Vic & Irvs
Bathroom doors at Vic & Irvs

Nuuj emailed me something through Facebook. It was kind of a rant about a mutual acquaintance. I ran into him at Mex’s ten year bash and I apologized for not replying. I went into my own rant about fb. I don’t like how people email you through fb and then you have to respond through fb since it doesn’t show his email address. Facebook has that in the giant database they’re building. I joined fb when a client asked about the business generating possibilities of the network. That should have been a warning. I told him “I’ll get back to you” and I signed up.

I didn’t build my portfolio but one was being built for me. I have never put a photo up there yet I had over fifty photos in my profile. I just “untagged” most of them. People “friend” me so I have lots of friends but it is a little disturbing to not know who your friends are. And I get invited to all sorts of stuff.

I like fb alright though. Stan the man put an old photo I took of Vic from Vic & Irv’s up there because I was tagged I was cc’d in on a round of comments from Vic and Irv’s fans. Duane Sherwood emailed us today to say his sister had sent him a link to Vic’s obit.

My brothers and I used to ride our bikes down to the lake when we were in grade school. We’d take a few rides at Sea Breeze, run through the funny house and sit at the counter at Vic and Irv’s. In high school we drive down there with our dates for late night snacks. I’ve been going down there on my birthday for years. I used to love watching the teenage help. I loved how sloppy they were, the music they played behind the grill, the “I could care less” serving style. The workers seem older than they did in the past when you’d think they would be looking younger to me now. It’s probably today’s economy. Some people like “Don and Bob’s” better (or “Don’s Original” as it is called now). I always looked at it like a Stones vs. Beatles kind of thing and I knew exactly where I came down. That may have been a young Keith out back peeling the potatoes but it sure wasn’t Paul McCartney.

The D&C article on Vic called it the “end of an era.” Hardly. I’ll bet a lot of people are down there right now paying him their respects. I only eat beef on special occasions so it will be a while before I get down there. I went through my photos of the palce today and found this one of the bathrooms, which you can only get to by leaving the restaurant and going around back where the rats scamper around.

I guess I going to have to cross post this to Facebook.

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Perfect Day

Snow covered fallen trees
Snow covered fallen trees

One of the best things about the Winter Olympics is the A&T commercial with Lou Reed’s “Perfect Day”. Another good thing is the snowboarding. It’s the punk rock of sports and the punks are taking it to the bank this time. With school out this week we’ve noticed a lot more snowboarding in the park. They really pack down the trails making them more like bob sled runs. As Kevin Williams explained on the news last night, the recent snowflakes are small with lots of moisture instead of big and fluffy. So they stuck to the branches for the winter wonderland effect you see in the picture above.

I stopped in the woods the other day and looked back to see how Peggi was doing. When I turned my head my skies went right out from under me. I knew I was going to fall hard so I tucked my head up but I landed on my shoulder blades and whipped my head to the ground. Things went black for a slit second and then a pretty good headache settled in. It’s amazing how quickly something like that can happen. But it left me wondering if something like that would ever happen to a younger guy. My mom fell a few weeks ago in a dark parking garage downtown. She whacked her head on the pavement and had one her eyes swell shut. It could have been much worse but almost doesn’t count exceptin horseshoes. We designed a book by Betty Perkins Carpenter many years ago. It’s called “How To Prevent Falls” and we sort thought it was hoot at the time. I’m not laughing any more.

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MP3s As 45s

Margaret Explosion singles with picture sleeves
Margaret Explosion singles with picture sleeves

I used my paper route as an excuse to be late for school. I could tell it was really effective. Hard working kid. Papers weren’t delivered on time so I missed the bus. No problem. I would take the city bus and have to transfer at midtown. I was often the first customer at Jay’s Record Ranch on Clinton Ave. They a had the new releases up on the wall and a listening booth. It hardly mattered if there was a picture sleeve. The object was desirable even when packed in a company sleeve. I share Kevin Patrick‘s enthusiasm for the 45 but on a little league scale by comparison. I continued buying 45s at Record Theater through the eighties when Martin Edic worked there. And we just ordered one from Amy Rigby and Wreckless Eric. I’m glad the album format is dead. Very few bands can manage a good one any more. Single downloads from blogs or the iTunes store works fine for me.

We knew “Live Dive” as going to be the last cd Margaret Explosion released before we put it out. We’re going to have to find something else to do with our band money. I reworked the Margaret Explosion site over the last few weeks and we started posting singles to the MP3 Downloads page. It’s kind of fun making the picture sleeves and then giving away the songs. Is this what they call “the race to the bottom” as a business model?

I wish the new HTML standards would just hurry up and get here. Bob Martin emailed from Paris to wish us luck at our gig tonight. (Jack Schaefer will be sitting in for him) Bob couldn’t see the little Flash players on his iPhone so he couldn’t listen to the songs on the site. The new built-in-to-browser music player works fine in Safari and WebKit but the other browsers aren’t ready for it. I would love to put that little player in the page. And only Safari (and WebKit) can see the rounded corners and drop shadows that I put on the main white div of the new Margaret Explosion site.

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Roots Are Showing

Shelley skating on marsh in the Adirondacks
Shelley skating on marsh in the Adirondacks

We found Shelley wearing her Refrigerator Hat while skating on the marsh when we arrived at their home in the Adirondacks. She looked every bit as good as the Olympian figure skaters we watched tonight on TV. I don’t think Channel 10 is doing itself any favors running their weatherman commercials with the global warming denier/meteorologist, Kevin Williams while it rains in Vancouver. And Bob Costa’s wig looks pretty bad in hi def. Speedskater Apolo Ohno looked damned good though. The Short-track has been our favorite event so far.

We tried skiing like the mogul skiers today, holding our knees together as we zipped through the woods. We need some more snow. The roots are starting show through the snow.

I finally gave in and ordered the Luc Tuyman book from his show at SFMOMA. I’ve been obsessing over it for weeks now. Amazon had it for thirty seven bucks. I’m wondering how the pages of art books are going to look on the iPad. This may be the last art book I buy.

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Better Left Unsaid

Tiny snowman on trail in Durand Eastman Park in Rochester, NY
Tiny snowman on trail in Durand Eastman Park in Rochester, NY

I love this quote from J. D. Salinger. “Most stuff that is genuine is better left unsaid.”

There was a lot left unsaid in the movie we saw last night at the Dyden Theater. The lead character walked down the street in the opening scene and Peggi and I both leaned toward one another and said, “Brad” (a friend of ours). The movie was made in Uruguay but could have been set anywhere in the world. The heavy metal tinged love story was universal. The main character was a store detective like our niece. They watch shoppers and employees on video cameras that can zoom and focus on a nose picker (according to our niece). There was very little dialog in the movie but we got the picture.

We came across this tiny little snowman today on one of our favorite ski trails. I stopped to take a photo and a snowboarder whizzed by me. We could use some snow. Our neighbor told us 49 states in the union had snow. We’ve got some,enough for skiing, but I’d like to see the three feet they have in Pennsylvania.

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