This afternoon I'm playing in a concert with Encore: The Concert Band [2pm, Central Secondary School] in which we're playing a number of really fun pieces.
This evening I'm doing a knock-off of Sean Connery for an event at The London Club.
Tomorrow I begin to hang my photo show at The Arts Project. I've been coasting up 'til now, but life will be hectic for the next three months.
I first taught at what is now known as the Bader International Study Centre at Herstmonceux Castle in SE England nearly nine years ago. During that first year I was teaching there, several ducks hatched enormous broods of ducklings in the castle courtyard, including the initial set of thirteen ducklings. The ducklings were well-looked-after by their mother and were well-fed by many different members of the castle staff. Eleven of those ducklings survived the first few months.
One of those survivors was considerably lighter in colour than the others. Soon everyone took to calling her "Blondie".
Andy, who works on castle security, says she is still alive and doing well. He sent this photo with the note that this appears to be her new boyfriend/partner.
I was raised in a family that regularly subscribed to The Saturday Evening Post. As a result, I saw a lot of the covers of that magazine done by Norman Rockwell and became enamoured of many of them. Two in particular that I remember from my childhood/youth are these.
2. The boy who inspects the physician's credentials before agreeing to receive a shot in his butt. I think I was a bit like this: challenging and questioning authority and jabbing those who had some socially accepted roles. It got me in trouble often, but this picture captured much of what was me back then.
For many more, see this site [via Leonard].
Over 50 years ago, a learned person introduced me to the joys of Fibonacci sequences and geometric patterns. I didn't use the mathematics much after that, but I did come to appreciate the geometry and the art of Fibonacci patterns.
This one, using 3D-printed objects that are then spun, is simply wonderful [via Ralph]:
Long-time readers of Eclectecon or Facebook friends will recognize the pattern and my attachment to it. For many years my "cover photo" on Facebook was the photo shown below. It will also be one of the photos featured in my upcoming photo exhibition, "It's Only the Beginning" at The Arts Project in London, Ontario, Feb 24 - March 7.
This photograph is called "Fibonacci Explosion":
We received about 2-3 inches of snow last night, with very little wind. Also, the temperatures were only a few degrees below zero. It looked like a perfect day to go out to the lawn in front of our condo building and do my biggest ever creation of snow stomp art.
Before I began, I had in mind some random paisley patterns with psychedelic swirling in the background. This would be my first go at non-representational snow stomp art, and I was keen to see what would emerge. [For some of my earlier work, see this, this, this, this, and this,
Things got off to a good start. Ms Eclectic took some photos of my early progress:
As you can see, I used snowshoes for this project. They added to the texture, something I was looking for (vs using snow boots, as I had generally used in previous creations). Snowshoes are more difficult to work with in many ways, but they add enough to make the workout worthwhile.
I doubt the paisley patterns would have looked the way I wanted if I had been in just my snowboots.
Here you get a sense of the paisley patterns and swirling fill effect for which I was striving:
The side steps were grueling. A great workout!
Above and below you get a better sense of what I hoped to create.
Putting some final touches in before breaking for lunch:
When we returned from lunch, the wind had picked up seriously. I was nearly in tears as I strove to complete the project before the wind destroyed it all. Here are some photos, but it is clear the project just didn't make it. I was freakn devastated.
The Arts Project will be hosting a solo exhibition of my photographic art February 23 - March 7, 2015. It is a HUGE exhibition gallery, and I have been given access to the entire space.
I have tentatively titled the exhibition, "It's Only the Beginning..." after the title piece that I'll be showing:
The "slightly pretentious" artist's statement:
The theme of new beginnings runs through life. We think, we study, and we phenomenologize about our existence and our relationships. We strive to look forward in learning as well as emotionally, as we continue to grow. It is seen in our careers and career changes, our families and other relationships, and as we die but leave a legacy for others who carry on. It's only a beginning...
Or, to put it differently, as all good economists would say,
- Sunk costs are sunk.
- Costs emerge because we must make choices, and
- All costs are future costs.
I just received the following email at my UWO email address. Fortunately their mail server flagged it. It's ingenious.
Shipping status: Transaction confirmation: 71872499590
Agatha Staebell <email@example.com>
Your order #71872499590 will be shipped on 10.12.2014.
Date: December 08, 2014. 01:55pm
Transaction number: 0B6939A3F078A5
Please find the detailed information on your purchase in the attached file order2014-12-08_71872499590.zip
I was perplexed. I have, indeed, ordered some canvas prints recently but certainly not from this outfit and not from anyone in the UK and not using my UWO email address for confirmation. Also the confirmation number does not match the confirmation numbers on my orders. And, no surprise, there is no website for photocanvas.co.uk.
So this email looks like a massive attempt to infect some computers of people who have ordered canvas prints recently (which may be more likely this time of year).
When I lived in Regina, Saskatchewan, one of the things that struck me was how much it was like Lincoln, Nebraska, in one important aspect: fan and city-wide enthusiam for the local football team. Both cities are quite far from any other city that offers one of the four major-league professional sports (MLB, NFL, NBA, and NHL) and football in both cities attracts fans from the entire state/province.
My first few game days in Regina, over four years ago, reminded me very much of what it was like driving through Lincoln, NB, on game day: People were dressed in team colours, and it wasn't just some of the fans going to the game. It was ALL of the fans going to the game and many who weren't. In Lincoln, there is a sea of red and white on game day; in Regina, it is a sea a green.
And this map from the NYTimes confirms my impression about Lincoln. The people in Nebraska (and Alabama as well, it turns out) reallylike NCAA football [the map is fascinating. It's worth a look]. That same devotion/fanaticism/support is what I see on game days in Regina, too.
Putin highly recommends that people take economics courses from Professor Palmer so they will avoid making all the economics mistakes he and his cronies have made in Russia:
Here is a photo of me as Charley in Death of a Salesman. The photo is by Ross Davidson taken during Monday's dress rehearsal.
The preview is tonight. We have our official opening tomorrow. Friends who saw the rehearsal last night were VERY moved by the performances.
Procunier Hall, The Palace Theatre.
For some reason I didn't bother to pronounce the name of this wine to myself until I got it home and put it in the fridge. I'm glad I bought it now, even though I haven't opened it yet and have no idea what it tastes like.
I'm sure my Facebook friend, Michael Snell (aka The Wine Commonsewer) will want this for his wine cellar, even though he seems to have a VERY strong preference for reds.
Other wines I like because of the names:
These are absolutely amazing drawings, utilizing the extreme convexity of a cyclindrical mirror.
Here's a "standard" piece... a picture of a tree:
Here's a more complex one, in that without the cylinder it looks like a seascape, but in the cylinder it looks like a portrait:
And I love this one. A weird, intriguing sculpture that shows a hand to match the foot and hand in the background.
While the mathjocks among you might recognize this structure as a (fractal) Sierpinski Tetrahedron, note that it was constructed with baseball bats and softballs [ht JH]:
JH adds, "the photo comes from a book in honor of the 50th anniversary of the Insitute of Mathematics at the Royal Society, copyright Gwen Fisher."[cf this site]
It seems appropriate to post this now, as I prepare to head off to Labatt Memorial Park in London to watch game 7 of the IBL semi-finals, between the London Majors and the Kitchener Panthers.
Update: The London Majors won the game and now move on to the finals for the league championship.
My mother sent me this necktie back in the days when I was doing baseball play-by-play:
One out, nobody on. 5 to 4 and bottom of the 5th.
Yes, I brought the tie with me to Rogers Centre Hotel, from which Ms Eclectic and I will be watching the Trono Blue Jays play the Orioles tonight and tomorrow night.
from PhD Comics via Brian Ferguson,
My favourite photo of me in my regalia is this one with former UWO President, Paul Davenport (note my Ricky Henderson-type crouch):
That's a nice line from "Field of Dreams", but it's nonsense in the real world. Just ask the people of Pontiac, Michigan.
For more than 20 years, the Pontiac Silverdome in Detroit hosted many of the greatest spectacles. The World Cup, The Super Bowl and the NBA Finals took place there. Led Zeppelin and Pope John Paul II both took the stage there, though not together. Wrestlemania III set a record for indoor attendance at a sporting event in America there.
Now? There's nothing there.
Detroiturbex.com, a website devoted to the preservation of fading Detroit-area landmarks, has shined a spotlight on the now-abandoned Silverdome, and what's in view isn't pretty. The stadium's fabric roof has collapsed, exposing the field below to the elements. The seats will be torn out and sold later this year. The suites are being left to rot.
Yesterday I was talking with a woman who works at our bank. She showed me a receipt from the previous day and said this mistake occurred because she hadn't been wearing her glasses when using the debit card machine.
She said it was because she had forgotten her glasses. And indeed she probably had forgotten to wear her glasses. But also, the mistake occurred at a popular downtown pub. Not something I'd flash around if I were a banker, and certainly not something I'd grant a customer permission to take a picture of.
At any rate, she was delighted the transaction was not approved.
A little over five and a half years ago, I posted a photo of my granddaughter, who was then just a few months old. The photo emphasized her nostrils, which appeared to be heart-shaped. See this. Here is the original photo:
A year or so later, her parents sent us this photo. It looks as if she still had heart-shaped nostrils, but it's a little hard to tell. :-)
So during my current visit I took another photo of her nostrils (with her permission) which I am posting here (also with her permission).
Yup. Still heart-shaped. What's not to love!
I recently saw a link to a collection of town signs that are/were, to say the least, unusual. One that caught my eye was this one, for the town of Nevada, Iowa:
Yes there really is a town in Iowa called Nevada. However, it is pronounced 'ne VAY dah'. It's about 10 miles east of Ames, Iowa, where I did my graduate work, and it is also the county seat. Way back, it also was the only place in the county where one could buy wine or liquor [at the gubmnt-run liquor store].
One of the signs that is not on the list (but should be) is for Northfield, Minnesota, home of both St. Olaf and Carleton Colleges. Their sign: