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Catherine:
Just had a long conversation about your work (and you) with the Curator of Collections of the Fitchburg Art Museum. Long story. It’s been a long week of Yellow Jacket control, Chair Technicians, teaching and interviewing 3 artists and 2 curators, most notable of which were photographers NUBAR ALEXANIAN and STEPHEN DIRADO. Nubar was just amazing, and if you have not seen his photographs taken on the sets of Errol Morris’ documentaries, please check them out. Stephen is internationally known and I have known him for donkey’s years as a friend. His DINNER SERIES (well, a tiny part of it) is going to be at the Fitchburg.
Enough art, I need birds, so off to Ware River Watershed IBA tomorrow with my new class hawkwatching and looking for Connecticut Warbler. In the meantime, here’s a perfect song for a Friday afternoon looking into a fallish weekend.
Cathy, I really like this/these. Partially because of their lack of subject and partially because of the technique. My personal preference (not a judgement of quality) is for either ones like this or your hyper-dense landscapes (I’m thinking the two that I have prints of) rather than the ones in slightly earlier posts.
HOW TO PISS OFF ANY ARTIST I KNOW
1) Bring him/her into my workroom.
2) Point to one of the landscapes described above.
3) Say: “Ink.”
Ooh! No time, but I like Errol Morris, so I’ll have to look. I took a course on Non-Fiction Film in university (or “in college” as we’d say in America), so I can talk about the genre in exactly the same way that someone who knows a lot about it would.
THE WORK: Ah! the seduction of the gorse, the perverse safety of the briar patch. Artists beware! who ever attempts to untangle this medusoid mess, home to rabbit warrens and voles venues, is doomed to momentary motive questioning and minor hand cramping.
JESSE: Nubar was completely un-pretentious, but at the same time talking in depth about complex ideas of representation in photography and the public perception of reality. His work is stunning. His interview is on-line now.
Mark, unintentional home to many cockleburrs and beggars ticks
Catherine:
Something weird happens when I click on the bird photo (sic) to enlarge it: it flips back to this page! Is this some kind of cruel moebius test? It’s like a bad version of Sysyphus, without the benefits of a boulder workout on the abs and pecs. As far as a proctological/cloacal ID of the fleeing bird, I need to see that blow up first!
Mark
Well, you can certainly e-mail it, BUT I doubt I will be able to ID it by that mere flash of a passerine’s nether region. I would certainly give it a college try. You decide: spill the beans up front, or make me obsess. Got to go cook.
Mark
Actually, that under-tail is pretty funky in shape and color, and Anna’s…I can sorta maybe possibly almost (squinting on drugs) see that that’s what it was.
JUST got back from an amazing class trip to Ware River Watershed: several really nice classic waves, (286) Blackpolls among many other warblers. But hawkwatching was almost a washout: big Broad-wing day for this location was last THURSDAY with 3000+++. Great blooms too: Closed Gentian, Nodding Lady’s Tresses et. BUT: 32 degrees when we started: I had my winter hat and fleece on. I see the dark at the beginning of the tunnel. Will post complete list on Massbird later,
Mark
Mark: “A real assessment of your reaction rates.” That’s Cathy’s reaction plus the camera’s response time plus autofocus (or not) time . . .
C, ever a stickler for detail.
(Time needed to cinch ID + decision to snap photo) minus estimated reaction rate of hummer to being photo’d by large weird mammal (see nectar fueled calorie tables) X 5.6 Ω (twitcher’s constant)
focusing time (however abbreviated) X camera speed X speed of bird to edge of frame in viewfinder (mm/sec)
= % of bird in end result, which is inversely proportional to the degrees of frustration (K) felt by the viewer of said photo.
“If you could…well,” the spider said when the page loaded, “not, you know, fling me from hell to breakfast like that last woman did? When I have to curl up in a ball with the chaloshes, so I don’t varf? Oy. Cause I’d really appreciate it.”
Forgot to mention this (see the end of the message) from the other day. There are a million ways to not be a writer or an artist, and one of them is to buy an iPhone and spend the rest of your life turning it into the ultimate ornithology field guide/lifebook, complete with text, still photography, video, sound, hyperlinks, tags, maps, and GPS notation.
=-=-=
Plumb Amazing’s Record app for iPhone turns the device into a nifty little field recorder for capturing interviews, lectures, songs, bird calls, meetings, car sounds (to play for Clik and Clak on Car Talk), reminders, ideas, your child’s first words, street musicians, podcasts, science notes, observations, the list is limited only by your imagination.
Sounds in Plum Record can be tagged with photos, and text, multiple tags can be added at different locations in a sound file like bookmarks, allowing you to jump to different sections of the sound file instantly.
Plumb Amazing also offers a free server for uploading files, or you can transfer them directly to your Mac or other disk server.
Available now in the AppStore for a measly $5, many AppStore reviews of this software are glowing, though several complain about bugginess that prevents transferring files to Macs running Tiger.
My mom just got an iTouch (we have long discussions as to whether one is to iPhone or iTouch, more so than most people, who just iPhone without hesitation).
But the point is, we’re assembling the Hamilton field guide… and beginning to waste much time. Much much time.
I don’t know what came over me when I went all postal on that spider….
Ouch! That was scarily prescient. I’ve actually debated iPhone vs. iTouch many, many times. Can’t see any way that the iPhone will win out, though: I only pay $10/month as part of a Verizon family plan, and I just can’t afford to multiply that cost five or seven or tenfold.
Maybe you could justify the field guide if it’s some sort of collaborative artistic effort that includes links to relevant Cathy Hamilton art, Mark Lynch interviews, and Jesse Last Name Deleted nature poetry (wait, do I have any nature poetry?)….?
Because you’re best friends with one of the UK’s most talented young rappers, you tell him not to worry: he’s going to break through soon, another friend of yours who’s made it big loves his album. Heading back to his apartment, you find that some enemy or his landlord has hacked into his alarm system, making it impossible to turn off, but the motion detector is hidden underneath the dishwasher and you can fool the whole system by putting a piece of paper in front of it. You hang out, watch movies. Later, you play board games with other friends. The rapper, who uses words like “nang” and “lean” and is twenty-five, gets along beautifully with another friend who is a woman in her seventies. Stopping by the Arts Department of the university you attended, a student asks a question and is stunned to find out that you knew someone who to her is only legend. A little later, you don’t recognize your old dorm, which used to be seven stories high, but the new elevator is larger than most living rooms and has windows and furniture, and there’s time to flirt with a girl because the ride takes ten minutes or more.
There’s a sense of well-being rising from the whole thing like sunlight off huge, smooth stones. How do dreams do this?
Jesse:
OLD SCHOOL: Collective Unconscious; Wish Fullfillment; et et et
NEW SCHOOL: Recent neurological and cognitive science research support no previous psychoanalytic theories, but instead seem to indicate that dreams proceed much like how this song was composed:
and because we instinctively try to find meaning, our mind fills in the connective blanks in one way or the other. Doesn’t make it less cool, just not psychoanalytic cool.
BTW: These guys latest are on my PC as I write this. Love them.
I have been slaving over Powerpoint all PM alternating with watching the death throes of venture capitalism and our economy taking a slow but sure flying Wallenda into the loo. I never thought I’d say this, but thank ye gods I grew up in dire poverty. No surprises ahead. Now I finally understand why “Viva La Vida” is the number one song in America. It will soon be our national anthem. Well, off to exercise. Perhaps I’ll pull something important and I’ll be able to take muscle tranks and lose consciousness for awhile and not have to think about this and the million other dire things looming.
Mark, breadlines, schmeadlines. Bring back the WPA!!
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September 19th, 2008 at 1:27 pm
Catherine:
Just had a long conversation about your work (and you) with the Curator of Collections of the Fitchburg Art Museum. Long story. It’s been a long week of Yellow Jacket control, Chair Technicians, teaching and interviewing 3 artists and 2 curators, most notable of which were photographers NUBAR ALEXANIAN and STEPHEN DIRADO. Nubar was just amazing, and if you have not seen his photographs taken on the sets of Errol Morris’ documentaries, please check them out. Stephen is internationally known and I have known him for donkey’s years as a friend. His DINNER SERIES (well, a tiny part of it) is going to be at the Fitchburg.
Enough art, I need birds, so off to Ware River Watershed IBA tomorrow with my new class hawkwatching and looking for Connecticut Warbler. In the meantime, here’s a perfect song for a Friday afternoon looking into a fallish weekend.
Mark
September 19th, 2008 at 2:43 pm
Writing in haste…
Cathy, I really like this/these. Partially because of their lack of subject and partially because of the technique. My personal preference (not a judgement of quality) is for either ones like this or your hyper-dense landscapes (I’m thinking the two that I have prints of) rather than the ones in slightly earlier posts.
HOW TO PISS OFF ANY ARTIST I KNOW
1) Bring him/her into my workroom.
2) Point to one of the landscapes described above.
3) Say: “Ink.”
A flicker of disbelief is replaced instantly by real anger. Jesus helps me trick people http://www.dieselsweeties.com/archive.php?s=349 and Cathy helps me piss people off.
September 19th, 2008 at 2:50 pm
Ooh! No time, but I like Errol Morris, so I’ll have to look. I took a course on Non-Fiction Film in university (or “in college” as we’d say in America), so I can talk about the genre in exactly the same way that someone who knows a lot about it would.
September 19th, 2008 at 4:31 pm
THE WORK: Ah! the seduction of the gorse, the perverse safety of the briar patch. Artists beware! who ever attempts to untangle this medusoid mess, home to rabbit warrens and voles venues, is doomed to momentary motive questioning and minor hand cramping.
JESSE: Nubar was completely un-pretentious, but at the same time talking in depth about complex ideas of representation in photography and the public perception of reality. His work is stunning. His interview is on-line now.
Mark, unintentional home to many cockleburrs and beggars ticks
September 19th, 2008 at 4:49 pm
I put up one of my tangle photos @ http://birdspot.tumblr.com
see if you can spot the bird..
September 19th, 2008 at 5:14 pm
Catherine:
Something weird happens when I click on the bird photo (sic) to enlarge it: it flips back to this page! Is this some kind of cruel moebius test? It’s like a bad version of Sysyphus, without the benefits of a boulder workout on the abs and pecs. As far as a proctological/cloacal ID of the fleeing bird, I need to see that blow up first!
Mark
September 19th, 2008 at 5:29 pm
hmmm… yeah, it’s set to bring you back to the site. I can email you a close-up..
September 19th, 2008 at 5:41 pm
or, rather, click here:
http://mydogoscar.com/birdspot/284/
I set the photo so it will take you to the same place. Though I honestly think there’s not enough there for an ID.
September 19th, 2008 at 5:44 pm
Well, you can certainly e-mail it, BUT I doubt I will be able to ID it by that mere flash of a passerine’s nether region. I would certainly give it a college try. You decide: spill the beans up front, or make me obsess. Got to go cook.
Mark
September 19th, 2008 at 7:17 pm
I LOVE phots like that!!! Hilarious. A real assessment of your reaction rates.
As to ID, I have no idea: Titmouse???
Mark
September 20th, 2008 at 1:02 pm
Anna’s Hummingbird, not that there is anything in the photo to suggest it.
September 20th, 2008 at 2:02 pm
Actually, that under-tail is pretty funky in shape and color, and Anna’s…I can sorta maybe possibly almost (squinting on drugs) see that that’s what it was.
JUST got back from an amazing class trip to Ware River Watershed: several really nice classic waves, (286) Blackpolls among many other warblers. But hawkwatching was almost a washout: big Broad-wing day for this location was last THURSDAY with 3000+++. Great blooms too: Closed Gentian, Nodding Lady’s Tresses et. BUT: 32 degrees when we started: I had my winter hat and fleece on. I see the dark at the beginning of the tunnel. Will post complete list on Massbird later,
Mark
September 20th, 2008 at 2:02 pm
Mark: “A real assessment of your reaction rates.” That’s Cathy’s reaction plus the camera’s response time plus autofocus (or not) time . . .
C, ever a stickler for detail.
September 20th, 2008 at 7:35 pm
Well, if you’re going to go all technical on me:
(Time needed to cinch ID + decision to snap photo) minus estimated reaction rate of hummer to being photo’d by large weird mammal (see nectar fueled calorie tables) X 5.6 Ω (twitcher’s constant)
focusing time (however abbreviated) X camera speed X speed of bird to edge of frame in viewfinder (mm/sec)
= % of bird in end result, which is inversely proportional to the degrees of frustration (K) felt by the viewer of said photo.
Which is to say “considerable”.
Mark
September 20th, 2008 at 11:20 pm
chuckle
September 22nd, 2008 at 12:01 pm
because no day is complete without a monkey video, and because I’m not ready to do a full post:
Sink Showering Monkey
September 22nd, 2008 at 7:50 pm
TV/Heston/Monkey/Gun: you do the math.
warning: the f-bomb is used a few times, but for dramatic purposes.
Mark
September 23rd, 2008 at 11:46 am
For all you arachnophobes/arachnophiles, this is way cool:
http://www.onemotion.com/flash/spider/
you can drag it around by a leg, feed it by pressing the space bar. if you spin it violently it gets dizzy and curls up into a ball….
September 23rd, 2008 at 12:42 pm
“If you could…well,” the spider said when the page loaded, “not, you know, fling me from hell to breakfast like that last woman did? When I have to curl up in a ball with the chaloshes, so I don’t varf? Oy. Cause I’d really appreciate it.”
Forgot to mention this (see the end of the message) from the other day. There are a million ways to not be a writer or an artist, and one of them is to buy an iPhone and spend the rest of your life turning it into the ultimate ornithology field guide/lifebook, complete with text, still photography, video, sound, hyperlinks, tags, maps, and GPS notation.
=-=-=
Plumb Amazing’s Record app for iPhone turns the device into a nifty little field recorder for capturing interviews, lectures, songs, bird calls, meetings, car sounds (to play for Clik and Clak on Car Talk), reminders, ideas, your child’s first words, street musicians, podcasts, science notes, observations, the list is limited only by your imagination.
Sounds in Plum Record can be tagged with photos, and text, multiple tags can be added at different locations in a sound file like bookmarks, allowing you to jump to different sections of the sound file instantly.
Plumb Amazing also offers a free server for uploading files, or you can transfer them directly to your Mac or other disk server.
Available now in the AppStore for a measly $5, many AppStore reviews of this software are glowing, though several complain about bugginess that prevents transferring files to Macs running Tiger.
September 23rd, 2008 at 1:00 pm
Ummm, timely, maybe, on that last comment, Jesse.
My mom just got an iTouch (we have long discussions as to whether one is to iPhone or iTouch, more so than most people, who just iPhone without hesitation).
But the point is, we’re assembling the Hamilton field guide… and beginning to waste much time. Much much time.
I don’t know what came over me when I went all postal on that spider….
September 23rd, 2008 at 1:40 pm
Ouch! That was scarily prescient. I’ve actually debated iPhone vs. iTouch many, many times. Can’t see any way that the iPhone will win out, though: I only pay $10/month as part of a Verizon family plan, and I just can’t afford to multiply that cost five or seven or tenfold.
Maybe you could justify the field guide if it’s some sort of collaborative artistic effort that includes links to relevant Cathy Hamilton art, Mark Lynch interviews, and Jesse Last Name Deleted nature poetry (wait, do I have any nature poetry?)….?
September 24th, 2008 at 8:42 am
Because you’re best friends with one of the UK’s most talented young rappers, you tell him not to worry: he’s going to break through soon, another friend of yours who’s made it big loves his album. Heading back to his apartment, you find that some enemy or his landlord has hacked into his alarm system, making it impossible to turn off, but the motion detector is hidden underneath the dishwasher and you can fool the whole system by putting a piece of paper in front of it. You hang out, watch movies. Later, you play board games with other friends. The rapper, who uses words like “nang” and “lean” and is twenty-five, gets along beautifully with another friend who is a woman in her seventies. Stopping by the Arts Department of the university you attended, a student asks a question and is stunned to find out that you knew someone who to her is only legend. A little later, you don’t recognize your old dorm, which used to be seven stories high, but the new elevator is larger than most living rooms and has windows and furniture, and there’s time to flirt with a girl because the ride takes ten minutes or more.
There’s a sense of well-being rising from the whole thing like sunlight off huge, smooth stones. How do dreams do this?
September 24th, 2008 at 9:29 am
Jesse:
OLD SCHOOL: Collective Unconscious; Wish Fullfillment; et et et
NEW SCHOOL: Recent neurological and cognitive science research support no previous psychoanalytic theories, but instead seem to indicate that dreams proceed much like how this song was composed:
and because we instinctively try to find meaning, our mind fills in the connective blanks in one way or the other. Doesn’t make it less cool, just not psychoanalytic cool.
BTW: These guys latest are on my PC as I write this. Love them.
Mark, in Powerpoint hell at moment
September 24th, 2008 at 3:34 pm
I have been slaving over Powerpoint all PM alternating with watching the death throes of venture capitalism and our economy taking a slow but sure flying Wallenda into the loo. I never thought I’d say this, but thank ye gods I grew up in dire poverty. No surprises ahead. Now I finally understand why “Viva La Vida” is the number one song in America. It will soon be our national anthem. Well, off to exercise. Perhaps I’ll pull something important and I’ll be able to take muscle tranks and lose consciousness for awhile and not have to think about this and the million other dire things looming.
Mark, breadlines, schmeadlines. Bring back the WPA!!