A series of linoleum cuts.
I’m sure many of you bloggettios have been wondering: “Where has our humble narrator danced off to?” Getting sick of the loon on the front page, the saccharine sentiments regarding a baseball club from Chicago that could actually pull it off? (oh say it ain’t so, Joe… where’s the eternal optimist now?) And I’m sure a few are wondering” “hey, what happened to ‘Misty’ that sweet and fragrant and blue WordPress theme that you had (somehow) grown so attached to?” Well, Coraline came along and just won my heart. So I clicked and that was that.
Anyway, it’s been a lovely, hot, frustrating, exhausting and foot grinding summer out on the road working the bike tours. We’re like carnys but with a bachelor of arts degree. I must say I had a great time working with the three criminals above. Brennan could’ve been my son, but we treated each other like equals (which is nice considering B. finagled lots of beer outta me). If it wasn’t for Greg’s muscles, we never could’ve gotten those motel bags delivered. The tent service was a huge ordeal, but Brennan made it work, and the staff and volunteers pitched in big time. Hats off to everyone.
Hey, Brennan is up in Seattle now, making his way in their school system, either as a PA or PE instructor. best of luck to the young man. Greg H. starts a course in visual something or other at MATC this fall. He latched into some government program that pays him to go to school. Go stimulus package!
Hey I’m getting into my studio more, doing some lino-cut printing and maybe a drypoint prints too. I got a new toy – a small printing press. it’s it totally cool. Now I can REALLY make some impressions. I promise to get some pics up cause I know everyone loves pictures.
Hey Mindy continues her Yoga Teacher training and is queued up to visit India late this fall. Too cool! They will hit lots of sacred locales like Dar es Salaam, Delhi, and some places way way up high in the north. With luck she’ll bring back one of those tunicky things for me.
Hey The cats are terrorizing the bird lady and her loony spouse across the street. I’m sure it’s nothing more than the occasional cat dookie in the garden. Hey, if she stopped feeding peanuts to the squirrels, I might do something about it… but those damn squirrels just come over and start digging up our garden, and our seedlings, trying to bury their stupid peanuts. The occasional cat-slain chipmunk? Hey, some collateral damage occurs in every conflict. What’s a headless grinny in the grand scheme of things. Hey There are WAY TOO MANY chipmunks in the world.
Hey I couldn’t resist this Gibson in the last year. A real tone monster and fun as hell. It has chased all the others out of the house. It’s fun as hell and makes me feel like an old folksinger… which I am! Did I say it’s fun as hell? I did? What the hell’s that all about, Hey!
Oh and as far as the Cubs go… Starlin Castro Rocks!
Hey, let’s make it a short blog this time. Later!
The ice on Lake Monona here in Madison hadn’t been out more than 10 days when the loons started congregating again. Their carefully organized advance teams had flow up from Arkansas and Missouri along the flyway and reported that the ice had broken around Monona Terrace and fishing was plentiful for bluegills, crappies, and yearling white bass and minnows. Along my bike commute, just south of the convention center, no fewer than 3 dozen heavy bodied birds could be seen trolling about – their heads and beaks just above water in submarine fashion. Then, as if on signal they “dive! dive! dive!’ Camera spotters with telescopic lenses set up along old Law Park shoot pictures of the common loon as if they’d never seen anything like it before. But one must admit, there is a comforting and entertaining aspect to these returning birds. It means spring is making its inevitable creep north.
An additional returning critter is the peregrine falcon couple who have once again made residence in the nest house atop MG&E near Blair St. These tremendously fast birds are fun to watch as they work the area, readying their nest for a new brood.
Speaking of creeping north, Baseball will finally return to the northland this weekend with opening day. To some folks in Wisconsin this means the eternal hope that a team based in Milwaukee will finally find its way into the playoffs. But seriously, opening day means that the Chicago Cubs will once again return to their ivy covered home in Wrigley Field. This year they bring some hope that was not fulfilled in 2009 when, in the 100th anniversary of their last pennant, injury and the ill-will brought on by the presence of Milton Bradley, and other distractions left them with a sub-par finish. This spring, a few new faces with some hot bats (Tyler Colvin) and a refreshed pitching staff have many of us feeling positive about the 162 game haul. Chemistry is key. With luck we won’t have to ingest too many chemicals to drown the sorrow of another lost season.
As Ernie Banks used to say so many years ago: “The Cubs do it again in two thousand ten” (wait… what will they do again?)