Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Out of intensive care!



Looks like my grapevines have made a decent recovery after the transplant. (To G&G's cabin, I mean).

We won't know for sure until we see how they do over winter, but...
fresh green leaves and firm shoots are a real good sign.

C'mon, fellas... take it from a guy who knows:

You can be fruitful in a new place!

Monday, June 28, 2010

anniversaries

.


years condensed to days
frame by frame a story told
flipping through the years


.

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Galena, Galena

Pretty little town. And I like the way the name rolls off the tongue.



Very touristy place, and picturesque in a small-town, all-american sort of way,



only about 90 minutes from Spring Green and our annual B&B getaway. Usually most of the time is spent at the Shakespeare theatre there, but the program was thin this year, so we skipped it and had time for a day trip.

There is a boatload of shopping in this little town, and one enterprising store had made a fan of trailing men everywhere:



Aww, yeah. TV, lounge chairs, and free beer in the fridge. Hey, just text me when you're done, hun.



But really, many of the shops were fascinating. One was filled with yard ornaments made of lacquered copper. Wild looking!



Back in Spring Green, though, it was Art Fair weekend, and they had their own juried show on main street.





Not only oils on canvas, but copper sculpted into art with a blowtorch.



Also very small town-y, with the 5th grade class (no need to say what school.. there is only one) selling refreshments to fund a class trip.



Nothing like fine art in farm country, baby. Makes a guy feel both erudite and homespun simultaneously. And that's saying something.

Friday, June 25, 2010

World Cup Math

Being a statistician has its own range of probable outcomes in life. One of those is the high likelihood that we will eventually apply the tools of our trade to areas of life where most people don't really want you to weigh in with an opinion at all. Like, for instance, the odds of advancing from the first round to the second in World Cup soccer.

Popular opinion notwithstanding... we apparently go ahead and do it anyway, as in this article from a leading organization of actuaries. Should you decide to click through, I'm sure you will be fascinated with their finding that teams with 5 points in the first round (like the USA) almost always progress into the next round.

Or maybe you don't follow soccer at all and don't care one lick about this whole topic.

Me neither.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Summer School

is heating up. Ha.

Back when I was out of work, I had no idea how long it would go on that way, so I figured I ought to use what might be a very open summer, and.. take a class!

TS505DE - Christian Social Ethics, to be exact. It's a core required course & happened to be offered in fully distance format - no matter where I was, I could take it. Seemed like a good idea at the time.

Now, however, I have to start reading! Ugh. I thought for some reason I had until after the 4th of July, but ... no. With the solstice came the start of Summer, and with the start of Summer - came the start of Summer School. The prof just emailed everyone to get us the syllabus and assignments.

First book: Reviving Evangelical Ethics: The Promises and Pitfalls of Classic Models of Morality, followed immediately by the two volume Readings in Christian Ethics. Okay, then. Take a deep breath, and dive in.

I wasn't doing anything with my weekday evenings, anyway, right?

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Social Sins and Eating Meat?

After reading The Compassionate Carnivore recently, I am seriously considering (as the author puts it) "switching from factory meat to happy meat". :) After all, I grew up in America's Dairyland, where (California's cheese ads notwithstanding) what made for happy cows was grazing grass in pastures, not waiting for corn in feedlots. And from happy cows... come happy bovine products of all sorts.

I saw my Grandpa talk to his cows, call them by name, whistle them in from pasture for milking. I watched my brother kill, and Grandma pluck and cook, a chicken that we'd have for Sunday dinner on the farm. And when we would buy a half a hog or a split-side of beef from a farmer friend, we knew where it was being butchered and packaged, and could go watch if we wanted.

Honestly, I want those days back. (while I still have teeth to eat meat..) I'm sick of reading about the inhumane practices of factory farms and being (as a consumer) complicit in the process - especially when I grew up patting cows on the rump and squirting barn cats with the milk I was squeezing into the pail.

Gandhi articulated 7 social sins which I think are right on the money; in this country, factory farms and cheap meat make us as a society guilty of numbers 3, 5 & 6 on the list:


Politics without Principle
Wealth Without Work
Pleasure Without Conscience
Knowledge without Character
Commerce without Morality
Science without Humanity
Worship without Sacrifice

- Young India, 1925



Personally, I want to stop contributing to the problem by buying only cheap, processed meat from animals inhumanely treated for the sake of profits. So... rather than just rant about it, or stop eating meat altogether, I think I will stay "at the table", join the local food co-op, and support compassionate small local farms with my wallet.

Especially since the monthly drop off site is in the same mall where my new library branch is, about a mile from the new house. :) Closer, in fact, than the nearest big-box grocery store. Conscience-clearing made easy. I dig it.

Monday, June 14, 2010

We Have Pride Here, In Our Historic East Village

My first full weekend in my new city was spent looking at houses -
all sorts:






But in between house showings I managed to:

1) get to Mass (St. Francis),
2) do some recreational reading (The Compassionate Carnivore),
3) see a movie (The Karate Kid remake),
4) grocery shop (Dahl's Foods) and
5) explore the riverfront (the East Village side)

The movie and the book were both excellent. Recommended. Grocery shopping wasn't bad, either. I'm set for the week ahead.

Mass was bizarre. Randomly choosing a parish from a Google map, I happened to pick the largest parish in the area, with the newest building and the most upscale congregation.



And, it was packed! SRO - couldn't find a seat. They were setting up chairs in the lobby during the Kyrie, relying on speakers and glass windows into the sanctuary to provide some sense of community. Um... not working...

Turns out it was the 40th anniversary of their priest's ordination, and his last weekend there before moving on to a new assignment. Even though the circumstances were unusual, I still got the sense that people were there because it was THE parish to attend. I think I'll keep looking.

And while we're on the subject of bizzare, the next item sure qualifies. I keep hearing about this part of town called the East Village. It's supposed to be hip, like Brady Street in Milwaukee, Rush Street in Chicago, or Hennepin Ave. in Uptown Minneapolis. And, it's right on the river, which has a recently upgraded riverwalk, and so I thought okay - check it out!



Walked right into Pride Fest. Woah. Not prepared for this at all.



In the shadow of the state capitol building,



it definitely had the feel of a street festival,



but with overtones of both a special-interest convention



and a political protest rally,



with elements of a trip to the zoo thrown in for good measure. ("Look mommy! That man's got the same dress on as you do.")



The highlight for me was the Gay Men's Chorus performing The Turtles' "Happy Together". Aww. Made me wonder how one certifies his eligibility to join such a group. I also wondered why they had a token woman up there singing (brown top, front left)... or maybe (s)he is, um... hm.

Best not to speculate on things one doesn't understand.



I managed to make my way through the throng without too much open staring, but upon receiving my first wolf whistle from someone of my same gender, I made a beeline for the riverwalk. I may mingle semi-comfortably, but active participation is another matter.

It is a lovely riverwalk. Very open and lots of green space between buildings and the water, unlike Milwaukee or San Antonio.





But by this time, the clouds parted and I could feel the rising dew point beginning to condense and run right down the back of my neck, so it was time to head for some air conditioning. Local businesses were capitalizing on the festival, hoping, I suppose that their cash registers might ring in some special-interest dollars.



So, I found one that seemed appropriate for me. :)





Quite a diverse weekend it was, yes sir. In more ways than one.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Restiveness and the Artistic Temperament

It's been a while since I've posted something more thoughtful. And, I'm tired of looking at houses, so here you go.

J1 gave me an early Father's Day gift when she was back visiting in May. She often gives me intriguing books, and this one, Poets on the Psalms, is a collection of essays on Psalms by a variety of poets. I'm in that brief space between Seminary classes where recreational reading reigns supreme, so after reading this one, I knew I needed to post something about it. All the essays I read were excellent.. who knew that poets could write prose so well? One in particular hit on an idea that resonated with me; I reprint excerpts of it here, with little further comment:

"To be human is to know - within oneself as well as in the relationship of the self to society at large - contradiction, or a conflict of several competing interests. We want what we can't have, or shouldn't have, or have been told we shouldn't want. In short, we have instinct. But what distinguishes humans from animals is an awareness of that instinct and of its possibilities, if left unchecked. Or perhaps another way of seeing it is that humans have, among their many instincts, an instinct to reconcile contradiction. Hence, the creation of laws, morality, religion, and other means of giving some generally agreed-upon boundaries to human behavior.

"If the artist is human, what makes the artist unique among human is a seeming unwillingness to reconcile contradiction. I say 'seeming', because it's less a matter of unwillingness than of inability. Since inability is not correctable (as opposed to unwillingness, which is subject to persuasion, whether in the form of punishment or of pleasure), it's not surprising that artists are the first to be held suspect within society - original artists, I mean. For it is the original artist who - again, because of an inability to do any differently - will always challenge rather than reinforce societal convention. This originality means from the start a unique way of seeing the world and of expressing that vision; and convention is not about uniqueness, but about conformity.

"For the artist, there is less an impulse to reconcile contradiction than to plumb and sound contradiction's depths; and the result (given luck, gift, and vision) can be an art that refreshingly deepens and enlarges the beliefs and sensibilities of the very society it - inevitably, necessarily - also threatens.

[...]

"And perhaps faith, finally, is in the utterance alone. Whether bargaining with, praising, or railing against, the majority of the psalms are utterances directed toward - which is to say that even to utter is to show a belief in a listener or to show a desire to believe in such a listener. Many of the psalms speak to or about a God who is said to have hidden or have turned away; nowhere does the psalmist doubt that Gid exists.

"This is human faith, as I see it, one that argues that a belief in God need not mean an unshakable allegiance to and acceptance of all of the ways of God. Humans are distinguishable from other animals by self-consciousness - by ego. And it is ego that makes humans the only creatures capable of articulating a felt worship of God; it is also ego, however, that makes a robotic allegiance to God impossible. Presumably, God knows this, as he knows his presence could not be fully understood without, occasionally, his seeming absence.

[...]

"The trajectory - psychological, emotional - of the Psalms is that of restiveness itself. It is true that the book as a whole ends with an uncharacteristically sustained note of joyful praise (from Psalm 145 through 150, the last). But crescendo isn't always conclusion; and if we have read the entire book, we cannot help but understand that the only constant here is fluctuation, the ease with which astonishment gives way to joy, joy to fear, fear to despair, and despair again - and temporarily - to joy. This is the restiveness of what it is to be human and perishable. To be flawed. To be alive.

"Maybe an absolutely unqualified, unquestioned belief in deity is like those limits in calculus, the point that a line approaches infinitely without intersection, though theoretically intersection must eventually occur. Call belief the point of intersection, call the ever-approaching line the will to believe. Say the point of intersection is shared by God and belief - that is, belief in God occurs at God, and vice versa. And the ever approaching line that we are calling the will to believe? Say another word for that is faith."

----- Carl Phillips, On Restiveness - In Art, In Life


This is one of the best descriptions of the "now-and-not-yet" dynamic of life as a God-fearer of any I've read, though written by someone who from his bio seems like a pretty secular guy. It also expresses the inherent tension in our existence: the finite engaging the infinite; the limited desiring the limitless; the mortal seeking the immortal. Faith attempts to bridge these divides, reconcile the contradictions. As a result true faith (that is, faith true to our human nature) is shot through with a dynamic tension resulting from these irreconcilable differences.

It seems to me that those believers with an artistic temperament, like King David, live out a faith that is most authentically human. And when they write down what's inside their hearts and souls... their desire, their will to believe, while living in a world of contradiction and doubt, pours forth as genuine.

Friday, June 11, 2010

Boondoggle #2

Well... not really. Just a business dinner out last night with some visiting guests (who were also buying). And, I actually happened to know one of the guys from about 3 jobs ago! Weird.

But it was still a nice dinner - and the first time I've eaten out since I've been here. The meetings they were here for were informative, plus a good excuse to sit in the boardroom all day, swilling Perrier (which used to be hip and now is just sooo traditional & elitist), and use the executive washroom at least once. That, my friends, is an experience not many people have. ;)

And yet .. it is certainly different here than where I'm from. Witness what passes for a Holstein down here:

Wednesday, June 09, 2010

Sometimes they're big....

And sometimes they're small.
Sometimes they have
No storage at all.

They're missing a fence
Or they won't take a pet.
Or they're falling apart,
With a basement that's wet.

Why's it so difficult,
Why must it be hard:
Finding pet-friendly space
With a fenced-in back yard?

And with rooms big enough
That will fit all our stuff;
With some storage space, and
One that's kept clean enough?

With rent fitting our budget
And not too far from work...
Does all this seem reasonable,
Or am I just a jerk?



(Hey. That's only a rhetorical question...) :)

Tuesday, June 08, 2010

Boondoggle #1

Now here's something I've actually missed about corporate life: company-sponsored outings. :)



The department was due for a "fun day" (they get a couple per year paid out of the department budget), and they ever so nicely waited for me to show up for work before they scheduled it. "Let's wait for the new guy.." Aww. That's sweet. :)



So, we took in a ballgame of the local Triple-A franchise, in their nicely set up stadium down by the river



just off the downtown, which is pretty clean and trying to be a little bit hip and fun.



Nice afternoon off! Not that I deserved it, but... it still felt good to be included. Now tonight.. off to look at houses.. crossing my fingers..

Saturday, June 05, 2010

Settled In?

Well, phase 1 of settling in, anyway.

First week is in the books, a paycheck is in my pocket (or was.. I passed it along), I have a space to live in,





and a space to work in. I guess you could call that settled. :)




More later on the first week's experiences. All's good so far. :)
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