Sunday, April 3, 2011

Okay, it's Battlestar Galactica geek out time!!

First of all, let me clarify.  I'm not talking about the 1978 series.  Meh.  I avoided watching the 2004 series because I thought it would be like the cheesy 1978 series.  It's not.  It's exponentially different.

Let's start with the insistent earwig theme music from prequel aka the miniseries:

From Season 2 onwards it got even better (the "subtitles" were added by a BSG addict and shows the translation of the Maha Gayatri mantra which are the "lyrics" used in the theme music):

Hooked yet? No?  Don't like sci-fi?  Outer space?  The future?  Afraid of machines becoming human?  C'mon.  Don't be a bunch of wussies.

Battlestar Galactica (BSG) is probably one of the best things ever shown on TV, other than "The Wire."  

It is a complex drama about the meaning of life:  why are we here?  What is morality?  Are "good" people capable of doing bad things?  Are those bad things excusable, given the context in which they occur?  What is the most important thing in life?  Are first impressions correct? Should we dig deeper and actually think about things, or just believe what is reported or repeated? How do we live with our choices and actions?

 From da Wiki:

The story arc of Battlestar Galactica is set one hundred and fifty millennia ago in our own galaxy, where a civilization of humans live on a series of planets known as the Twelve Colonies. In the past, the Colonies had been at war with a cybernetic race known as theCylons. With the unwitting help of a human named Gaius Baltar, the Cylons launch a sudden sneak attack on the Colonies, laying waste to the planets and devastating their populations. Approximately 50,000 humans survive, most of whom were aboard civilian ships that avoided destruction. Of all the Colonial Fleet, the eponymous Battlestar Galactica appears to be the only military capital ship that survived the attack. Under the leadership of Colonial Fleet officer Commander William "Bill" Adama (Olmos) and President Laura Roslin (McDonnell), the Galactica and its crew take up the task of leading the small fugitive fleet of survivors into space in search of a fabled refuge known as Earth.

So I watched them all.  Twice.  The second time was when I got my son Ali into it and it was our ritual for a few months during his senior year in high school.  Thank god he was hooked - it means that I got to see him more!  (JK, Ali!  It was fun to share my obsession with you!)

EMP/SFM had a BSG exhibit this year that just ended in March.  Ali and I visited it at the end of February.  It was epic.  

First of all, the Frank Gehry designed museum is amazing.  It's hard to photograph, but when you're in it, it's totally organic.

Inside, a wall of LEDs form a giant screen.

A Jimi Hendrix permanent exhibit, with a 30 foot tall column of guitars in front of it.

And then the BSG exhibit.  Ali and I were in heaven.  Apologies again for the fuzzy photos.  No flash used.  Isn't Ali adorable in his t-shirt with all the Vancouver skateparks on it?

How did they get the full scale models into the building?  Yep, even Frank Gehry (or should that be "obviously" instead of "even"?) doesn't think about how to get large objects into a jewel box of a museum.  So they cut a hole in it and put in a rollup door.  Way to plan ahead, Frank.

A few weeks ago, they brought the costumers down from Vancouver BC where BSG was filmed.  That's the next BSG Geek Out Post.

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Sunday, March 27, 2011

Gary Clark Jr. rocks out

He played this year at SWSX and I wish I'd been there to see it.  This performance is from the 2010 Crossroads festival.  He reminds me a bit of Mem Shannon.  By the end of this song, you'll "..well you gonna know my name."  Oh, and check out his solo at about 3:40 in.  Can you say Hendrix??

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Let's talk about ranunculus

I just love 'em.  Love their blowsey fullness, how they look like a poppy that has gotten a beehive hairdo.  I just looked them up on Wiki and found that they are actually a part of the buttercup family - who knew?  And the ones I'm the most smitten with are called Persian Buttercups. Go figure.

I think part of my love of ranunculus (besides saying the word which is really FUN) is that they remind me of some of those romantic romantic European flower painting by van Aelst, Jan Bruegel the Elder, Manet, Monet, you name it. 

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Sunday, March 13, 2011

I admit it, I'm a Glass Junkie

The Museum of Glass (MOG) in Tacoma is one of the most remarkable places I've ever been to.  It's located in downtown Tacoma, right on the Thea Foss Waterway.  I am smitten with the architecture, the location, the exhibitions, the creativity of the curators and most of all with the Hot Shop staff.  Every day the Museum is open, they have the Hot Shop running, with artists making glass.  The big cone shape is the vent for the Hot Shop and the space inside it is amazing, a cathedral.

Above the glory holes they have big screens that display a live feed done by remote cameras, that give close ups on the action on the floor. They also project relevant videos about the visiting artists or the staff's work.

In this photo Ben Cobb (Hot Shop Manager, Artist, and Lead Gaffer) is wearing my favorite MOG t-shirt that says "Nice Glass."  He was working on pulling cane.

The last time I was in, Gabe Feenan (Gaffer and Artist) was working on creating pieces for visiting artist Dick Weiss.

My most favorite thing about Gabe's video is at the end - his creation of an homage to Kentucky Fried Chicken.  Really.

The emcee last Sunday was Heather Cornelius whose welcoming enthusiasm makes the Q & A sessions fun.  Heather is a ceramic artist, recently featured on exit133.com.

A stunning part of the museum is the Chihuly Bridge of glass, that spans the highway and railroad tracks and links the museum to the rest of downtown Tacoma.

I'm off to see a lecture on 19c. glass!  Have a great week!

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My Blackberry Is not Working!

For my adorable toaster headed children:  Orange = large UK wireless provider.  Dongle = refer to any small piece of hardware that plugs into a computer.

Enjoy!


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Sunday, March 6, 2011

Glamour Photography

The photos are of my Aunt Lolo, aka Lieselotte Schlösser Mann, probably taken in the late 40's in New York City by Marcus Blechman.

Ali and I discovered them whilst unpacking some boxes.  We were both gobsmacked - me by the stylish beauty of my aunt, Ali by the exquisite skill of the photographer.  Ali noticed the blind embossing on the bottom right hand corner of the photograph "Marcus Blechman New York N,Y." and rushed downstairs to Google the photographer, muttering under his breath "...back in the good old days... they did it right ... nothing matches film as a medium...."

Hilariously, on of the links takes you to 

 

1943 Autographed Gloria Swanson Photo - Marcus Blechman

"...a rare photograph of Gloria Swanson by reknowned entertainment photographer Marcus Blechman."  

La Swanson has a dead dove perched on her head and is guilty of Appearing in Public With Lipstick Annexing Face Real Estate.  It makes my aunt look like an absolute stunner.  What is the appeal of Gloria Swanson, anyway?  It always baffled me whenever I watched one of her films. I'm not even talking about the schlockfest of "Sunset Boulevard" which my university film professor adored.  Most of the stuff she was in was mannered and barely watchable.  Thanks to Wikipedia I did find one nice photo of her:

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However, I think I'm more intrigued with the costuming and headband than anything else.

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Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Priceless.

Canadian ER fee to diagnose severed 5th metacarpal tendon and stitch up two lacerations:  $750 Canadian.

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US outpatient surgery 2 days later to re-connect tendon:  maybe $100 US.

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Good friends Jane (on left), Len (in middle) and son Ali (third from right) driving me to ER in North Vancouver on my birthday in a snowstorm: PRICELESS.

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Also PRICELESS:

Same hand, 18 months apart.  Left image, Kansas City.  Right image, Tacoma.  Evidently I hate my right pinky.  

Party on, Wayne!  Party on, Garth!  Jeez.

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