Thursday, January 18, 2018

Tao Dogs

                                          YinYang, the Harmony of Opposites.

Monday, January 15, 2018

Campus Wilderness

Thanksgiving's over.  They let me get pretty close.

Memories Deleted - Almost

 I've always been fascinated by phone booths, but they are disappearing.  See evidence above.  My high school history teacher and senior class advisor told us stories of his days as a hobo traveling by box car during the depression and how he found a way to steal money from pay phones without damaging them. My buddies and I tried the method and failed.  Fortunately we also failed to get arrested for attempted robbery.  I never did find out if our teacher's stories were true.
Around that same stage of life I used to love watching Rod Serling's Twilight Zone. In one episode a cowboy from the 19th Century was transported via a time machine to modern day New York City.  He arrived in one of those glass-enclosed phone booths with the accordion doors which were closed.  He didn't know how to open the door, so he panicked and smashed his way out and drew his six-guns on the sidewalk as he was also panicking by being surrounded by more people than he had ever seen back in the 19th Century.  A couple years after high school, I found myself in a phone booth in Florida during a warm, torrential rain.  There must have been several dozen tree frogs sharing the space with me.  It was weird, and I wondered why frogs would try to get out of the rain.  Must have been the perfect combination of temperature and humidity, and maybe density of mosquitos.  I could go on and on with phone booth memories, stimulated by my parking in front of the decommissioned phone booth in the above photo near Trader Joe's in Reno.  I felt really sad to see this, and I finally got motivated to take my first (and hopefully last) "selfie" with my iPhone.  I was a reluctant adopter of this technology, and still avoid getting addicted.  It's a tool to fulfill my obligations for family communication.  I even hate the word "selfie."  Just a few years ago it meant "an extremely selfish or self-centered person."  I guess there's probably some correlation between the meanings then and now.  It's late Monday night, and I look pretty sad posing by the disarmed phone booth, so I vow to post some sort of happy scene before bedtime.  Something related to natural history perhaps.

Friday, January 12, 2018

Louisiana Natural History

 My son and I made shrimp Creole a few nights ago, and any dinner based on shrimp, but especially Creole or Cajun style, brings back fond memories of Louisiana and Tulane University where I got most of my formal education in natural history. I wanted to post these two pics while I got a chance and tomorrow I'll add some short yarns about experiences ranging from drinking water from the Mississippi to discovering Tabasco.

Tuesday, January 9, 2018

Feels like Spring

On my way home from meetings, I came across this scene this afternoon.  Where's the snow?

Beginning photography

What does a Ford logos have to do with natural history? Well, since I've been sharing memories of my early schooling which had a lot to do with my eventual passion for nature photography, I think this tidbit is part of the story.
The other day I went to pick up my son from work at the airport, and parked in a foggy drizzle with my front wheels turned sharply to the right.  That the left the Ford emblem on my steering wheel upside down.  As with so many random stimuli these days, I was reminded of yet another event that began to form my attitude toward public schools.  I got my first camera, a Brownie Hawkeye, at around age 6.  I didn't know much about how it worked. I wanted to get a photograph of one of my siblings in a way that looked like he was standing on his hands, a trick none of us could yet perform.  So, not knowing how cameras work, I figured I'd get my brother to stand on a chair and put his hands flat against the ceiling.  Then I'd take the photo with the camera upside-down.  I actually repeated this stunt during my senior class trip and had one of my classmates photograph me in a way that looked like I was standing on my hands - this took place on a small cruise ship in Chesapeake Bay.  So, the photo above is authentic, taken with the camera (phone) right-side up.  Stupid experiments like this can teach a lot if you get a chance to do them.  Elementary schools should give kids more opportunities to try to figure things out, how things work or why they don't work, and try to figure out things that are not already in some answer book or already known by the teacher.  Then the teacher can be a co-investigator.  We claim to value collaboration, but we don't allow much opportunity to practice it.

Saturday, January 6, 2018

Couldn't follow directions.

It may not yet be apparent, but my posts so far this year are fragments of a story I'm starting to tell.  Sometime during the past year or two, I came across a little book titled Blog Your Book.  Since I was already blogging, but couldn't seem to get any traction on writing my book, I thought the idea was worth pondering.  Then I remembered how Charles Dickens launched Great Expectations with the 19th Century equivalent of a blog, namely by serializing his story in a magazine.  My process is now underway.  These posts are my notes.  They will ultimately be raised to a higher literary standard.  I hope I can do that without sacrificing my sharp wit.

This morning I reconstructed a "work of art" that I had first created in 1st grade.  Each of us were issued a small cardboard box, roughly the size of a cigar box, whose contents we would use often for the rest of the year.  It contained a box of 8 Crayola (R) crayons, pencils, erasers, a compass (for drawing circles - not the kind for getting oriented; I would later discover the powers-that-be did not want us to get oriented.), and a set of geometric shapes jigsawed out of some material like Masonite (R).

Instructions for the lesson shown above were roughly as follows:  "Take the square out of your box."
[Teacher would hold up a square; there were actually a few kids who didn't know which shape was the square!] "Trace the square onto the left side of your paper." [She'd point to the approximate area on her paper.]  "Now color the square red."  This continued as asked us to trace the circle and color it orange, trace the triangle and color it yellow, trace the rectangle [although she probably did not use that big word], and so on.  We had 6 shapes which utilized the colors ROYGBV.  She actually called the blue object an "egg," not an oval or an ellipse.  Having done these kinds of things at home for the previous two or three years, I could have explained the difference between an oval and an ellipse, but I didn't. The problem arose when I found the task, as directed, so simple (simple-minded?) that I finished it in a couple of minutes then got restless.  I was just finishing adding the second leaf to my orange when the teacher walked close by and shouted at me "Did I say to do that?" pointing toward the house and the orange.  I squeaked "No, Ma'am."  Then she followed with a paragraph about following directions.  Apparently I had missed the main point of the lesson.

All in all, you can probably see some value hidden in this experience.  We were to learn the colors, in order, learn some basic geometric shapes, and learn to follow directions and behave in unison.  No Picasso or Einstein would have survived a year of this.  But now you can see why my teacher (as mentioned a couple of blog posts ago) thought green came after yellow.