Last night we saw the Architecture Forum Lecture of talks by Bruce Kuwabara & Barry Padolsky on the history of the Museum of Nature. The museum used to be for geology then became the anthropology museum, and National Art Gallery before those fledged to their own buildings. What remains in the museum of nature is 10-million pieces strong.
The museum is about 40 meters tall and sits on about the same depth of unstable Leda clay. At one point the it sank half a meter. The reno lasted Padolsky 20 years of his life because he started in 1989 with the exterior stone restoration. The job from 2002-2008 gave a metal skeleton for earthquakes and insulation buffer, as well as functional mechanical and visual shifts. There’s still a couple major phases that could be done, funding willing, to remove all the parking lots that displaced the original garden plans. Put all that underground and rebuild the 9 acres of Edwardian Gardens. And stock the greenhouse which was greenlighted, except for the plants, which seems kinda necessary.
It kicked off the season of the series and Architecture Week of Ottawa Regional Society of Architects. The next lecture is Nov 4th with Martha Schwartz. No pictures this time since my arm was being tetchy. [Aside, tetchy, first known use, 1592.]
A week ago Jenny Samparisi gave a workshop on the hybrid poem. It was about the remixing of materials and mixture of different types of prose and forms and shapes of poetry and story, rather than the uniform plot arced lyric. When the reading list from that gets sent out, I’ll ping it here, probably, if I remember.
A week from now Bruce Kauffman comes to town to do stream of consciousness writing for the Tree Seed Workshop at SAW Gallery.
That’s at Tree, which now has cafe seating.
Suddenly I have a lot of workshops on the go. Another was today; no photos so it never happened.
And there was one on the weekend with Elizabeth Bachinsky. Ideas of getting to concrete images without it being image without idea, gathering attention, packing in details. For that, no photos worked of people so let us substitute instead this red bean mochi cake bed and a sleepy grape with a dapper nightcap.
A lot of ideas hopping. I made my priorities list for October and did not cry out in pain nor did I faint. That’s a good sign, yes?
My September list isn’t entirely checked off but I got some of the big tick-mark items done. It’s all about the time management again this month.
We got the garage reshingled (and no one died!), a dumpster of things taken away, grant applications made (220-odd pieces of paper mailed away, not including the electronic submissions), manuscripts submitted, garage un-leaned, delivery received of materials to fix more, boards primed, squirrels evicted, moths evicted, family visited, another manuscript organized and re-edited (and no one died!), a whack of errands and appointments done, done.
There’s one more reading I’ll get to before next week — Ron Silliman and Rae Amrantrout at A B Series — and apart from that, this introvert will catch up on lost solitude, and the top solo to-dos, until the next headlong runs into social and so-on.
That’s Our world Tuesday.
Oh, one last thing. Modelling consent, an excellent post and food for thought. Someone asking rather than assuming go forward and be corrected if wrong. The latter is rather unnecessary harm and learning the hard way all around. Sort of a Salem witch trial sort of proof method. Or ask. Yet, how revolutionary.
Oh, and btw, they’re in the sidebar but I know people forget. When it’s quiet on the Humanyms front, there are other blogs. A few blogs died and/or I deleted them but 5 active at least a couple times a month is still a lot, I’m told.
Looking on the Bri Side of weekly portraits of hubby Bri.I’m starting to build it up retroactively. I’ve got back to 92.
There’s 40-word-year of working out things, people, memories to let go of, or hold onto.
Eaten Up which is largely a vegetarian, sometimes vegan blog, now only Monday to Friday.
Pesbo which is poetry-related things.
Even more poetry-related is my author site pearlpirie.com.
And I’m at twitter and if anyone has figured out why, you can let me know.
Saturday was cooler but somewhere among the gusts of rains, the leaves started covering the ground. The tall grasses are looking flat. The pots of mums are looking in their element. Autumn’s getting undeniable. Pumpkins are in the market again. And all the Halloween candy. A risk of frost at night.
With cold, there’s risk of joints seizing up, from the cold or from bracing against it, unless I start my annual progression towards the Michelin man look with long shirt or dress, vest, sweater, jacket, scarf and hat. Also thick pants.
Or I suppose I could adapt to the cold and insist on keeping light clothing.
In the diary of the frozen shoulder…look what Crazy Human Stunts I can do again. I can…
- chop veggies for a while,
- saw a bread loaf,
- point at 11 o’clock or 1 o’clock (depending on the time of day) with some pull and twinge (but still no high noon) — maybe no John Travolta dance imitations quite yet,
- with help from the other arm, have my right arm touch my back some evening; some it just won’t go that far,
- support the weight of the part of the book I’m reading next
- support the weight of a full pot of water held low and carried as far as I need to,
- carry a light bag, and alternate between hands,
- go thru days without any advil, (but thank goodness for anti-histamines and migraine medicine — I was born in the right century),
- arm stamina improving so instead of no-go on camera or twinge/lift, I can carry the bag with one lens, and take 1/4 to 1/5 of the shots as usual and be satisfied with it is what it is for the shots I do get,
- functionally limited time at the computer, but at least I can type for a little while before shoulder ache kicks in,
- do things with one arm that others might not with two, like sitting on a roof ridge, nailing on shingles; chalk lines are snap
- wash my hair by lifting arms instead of lowering head,
- pull up my own pants, even if they’re jeans; no more feeling like I’m being potty trained and need help at the end of a pee, or else go around pantless.
- able to put my arm into a coat sleeve and at some times of day reach back and tuck the jacket cuff of the other arm off; important as jacket over sweaters starts making the glide tougher,
- wear shirts that are pullovers, and even some of the less baggy/stretchy one and get them on by myself,
- sleep through the night without rolling over and waking self,
- hugging and safely being hugged largely even if my shoulder is squeezed,
- shake hands, even if I have a dull ache after a vigorous hand-shaker,
- have some mental energy and stamina without the leaky drain of pain, get more done for longer
And handy before and after guide to perceptions chronic illness and pain.
Double Header Quotes: “When you do something that’s guaranteed to succeed, you close the door to the possibility of discovery” ~ Milton Glaser at the Good Life Project
“If you dribble past 5 defenders, it isn’t called sheer prose” Tom Leonard, access to silence, 2004 in Quote Poet Unquote
Environment General On the Peace Path Ottawa Photos Thirteen Thursday
- Mer Bleu Bog is the remains of ancient rivers turned into peat moss, some 5 meters thick and accumulating for 8000 years.
- Search for peat moss and you turn up links on mining it! Here’s a beautiful thing. Let’s kill it and burn it. Didn’t we already learn that lesson in Ireland? It’s in a weird position of being protected ecosystem, until we raid its resources, much like Algonquin Park, trumpeted as wild and free, while being logged. Humans are weird.
Since 1971 with the Ramsar convention started in Iran and signed by 168 nations, there has been recognition of this area as one of a few (just over 2000) of the world’s unique unique wetlands.
- How amazing that timing was. A shutter-click later they had flown off from wherever they came from.
- The bird calls and lack of traffic sound percolating in, only wind in the grasses and trees made for a restful spot. It’s been too long since we were here last but you can’t get there by city bus, and it would make for an awfully long cycle. We tacked on the sidetrip to a car rental and took a wonderful break time.
- It takes a lot of space to breathe.
The 8600 acres conversation area has areas of sandbar islands (with chainlink around trees because there are beavers) and open water areas and open areas of bog that resemble the area in the James Bay Basin.
- It also has area houses with signs saying “Dump the Dump Now”. How close is the plan to put a regional dump near the conservation area?
Evidence of people in the information signs and walkway are more welcome than the air traffic. Surely there must be a way to make engines quiet and our impact less big.
- The larch is one of the few needle trees that is also deciduous
- The berries are changing in the shorter days but the sky was entirely blue. The last time we were at Mer Bleu just at the second last curve of the boardwalk, it clouded over suddenly and started to rain.
- That upper right corner picture is cotton grass again, in case you were wondering.
- Funny how some march over the boardwalk in a timed powerwalk as if they were in any mall and others chat in a church-voice hush, while others use their outdoor voice as if they were at a ballgame. But mostly, there are few people.
- I’m not sure what the plant on the left is. Dad taught me the one on the right is called Indian tobacco. No one else seems to use that name for it. It’s a variety of Curly Dock. Some species are native, some not. They are poisonous to sheep, cattle and chickens, but humans can digest them. “When compared to spinach, curly dock has “… 1/3 more protein, iron, calcium, potassium, beta carotene and phosphorus.” [source]
- As a little kid I collected it up when it turned browner than that fern above, darker than an old penny, and rolled it in maple leaves and smoked it. The smoke was sweet and amusing but I didn’t get the point I didn’t think.
- This was to be Wordless Wednesday but given all the words, maybe we’ll bump it to Thursday 13 instead.
. Cedars and pines thin out and redden to a degree over winter but the larch, or tamarack, goes completely bald.
Quote: ““Democracy is not just the right to vote, it is the right to live in dignity.” ― Naomi Klein
Time’s irregular flow is exacerbated by the bucking weather. One day cold, one day hot humid and monsoon rains.
By Tuesday, it felt it should be Friday already, and today feels like Wednesday. Or Sunday, depending on which hour of the day I look at.
A correction to the last post. It seems the “mouse house” we found was of the other rodent. The weaver was a squirrel, or rather, a pair of squirrels, one silver, one black who are packing up due to the new air conditioning of us removing boards.
To see at least: John Brandi in Hindi and Punjabi
The Punjabi Haiku Forum is a group is haiku enthusiasts who are translating the form for the Indian market. They have made this translation, as well as a children’s haiku anthology and a primer. They are copyleft so the word can spread. No cost to buy and no penalty to reproduce so long as you don’t sell it for profit.
Ottawa resident Amarjit Tiwana – here with his wife and our friend Angelee at the fall haiku meeting – is locally organizing donations of haiku text to start a library in the Punjab area. For several years he has run Haiku Punjabi and he started a FB group for haiku in that language. It has 1700 members.
Several years ago there was one book on haiku in Punjabi and he had translated the masters, personally funding its printing and distribution to schools. Amarjit’s printed thousands and taken them to schools and universities. Now about 20 haiku books have been printed in Punjabi and new poets are rising as they gain access to knowing it exists.
Imagine if one is a natural haiku poet in a long lyric community. Or one would be a gifted visual poet but all around is only spoken word or visa versa. It is of benefit to the whole world for one individual to learn what they can learn.
“in the mirror
my father stands erect—
hides his walking stick”
~ Amarjit Sathi Tiwana, KaDo meeting broadsheet from Sept 11, 2013