Another Coffeeshop Excursion…
…to the rather nice place in East Troy.
Also found a little time to work on the boat, mostly shaping the aluminum keel, which is now ready (although I’m not) for the cast lead bulb.
…to the rather nice place in East Troy.
Also found a little time to work on the boat, mostly shaping the aluminum keel, which is now ready (although I’m not) for the cast lead bulb.
Along with…
…three refills of the bird feeder, and boat work; lots of setbacks, but some progress noticeable.
…was the right tool for dealing with this morning’s “snow.”
Dry, but cold, with polar vortex extreme cold on the way.
Maybe…but still a long, long way to go. Fortunately.
But with lots of little mistakes. Still, sandpaper can cure most ills.
…including an eight-by-twenty inch plate of 3/16 aluminum to be fashioned into the fin keel of the model schooner under construction. Talking about the old, immense, builder’s supply in Palmyra known as Pal Steel. Even the manager admits that he has no idea what’s in the store, but knows he has it.
The aluminum plate is visible at the top of this photo
As in the NYT article The Man who Knew Too Little, I continue to work on my news/politics blockade. After all, what’s the point of stewing in all the depressing national and international news when you can do nothing about it? Better, I think, to think of other things and to do what little you can, where you can.
Along with poetry, model boat building provides plenty of food for thought: what materials, tools, techniques, procedures, and sequences are needed, and what’s the plan for when mistakes are made? In other words, what are you going to do next and how are you going to do it, and how do you recover when you do it wrong?
Just thinking about all this leaves little room for any negative crap.
…during which time the basic design (the morphology) of tree squirrels has remained unchanged. That’s because the design works so well that there is no need for evolution to change it.
Squirrels have ankles that rotate 180 degrees, allowing them to climb downward. Their tails provide both shade and cooling as well as insulation and protection from cold. And although they fall more often than we think, they always flip right side up, assume a glide posture, usually land softly, and are almost never injured.
And that ain’t the half of it.
…is the name of the book I’m reading.
Yesterday we had fourteen under the feeder. While they seem to be a worthwhile subject of study, the study here up to now has been haphazard. It will be fun to read how the pros do it. I expect tagging, tracking, shooting, and autopsies.
…zero snow.
…along with flattened and stuffed chicken breasts.
Kentucky Coffeetree
But mainly, it’s about Limericks. A few of the classics are here: Limericks
Breakfast out at…
Very unfancy but very good food.
Because of the insistence of several (or fewer) fans of poetry, I have revised my introductory List of Poems. This list is supposed to be a guide for the normal person, a person who might be developing an interest. It is not intended to be a definitive list of great poetry, and there is no doubt that many great poems (especially those revered by English majors) are not included. It is intended to help incomers find a path through the weeds. The list is just a list of titles, not links, so anyone interested in reading all this great stuff will have to turn to books or search online and download.
And I think that to transfuse emotion—not to transmit thought but to set up in the reader's sense a vibration corresponding to what was felt by the writer—is the peculiar function of poetry.
A. E. HOUSMAN
When we read Kipling we can usually say,
"That is just how I feel." Of course there is nothing "wrong" with that, but, when we read a great poet, we say, "I never realized before what I felt. From now on, thanks to this poem, I shall feel differently."
W. H. AUDEN
With the new year I’m switching this blog from once a day to whenever appropriate.
Over the past 14 or more years more than 5,000 daily posts have been put up.
Having to do a daily blog, with both text and at least one photo, is fun but challenging: it makes you pay attention and think about things, but it can be stressful, especially when the sun is sinking and there’s no photo in the can.
I will probably continue my habitual pattern of daily posts, but then, I might wait until I have a good shot or something to say—so please don’t expect a post daily. I think this new regimen might even allow me to do a little more longer-form writing, though I am determined to avoid becoming anything like an “influencer.” Thanks.
…over by Albany and Broadhead, and the 90-mile long famous paddle-way known as the Sugar River, which runs from west of Madison down to near Rockford, Illinois. Took a biref walk in the chill wind.
…2024. Onward and upward.
Take out pizza in the oven. Snacks ( and photos of snacks) to come later.
A big RC wooden schooner, built from scratch—no kit.
Fifty-eight inches on deck, but still small enough to make it up the basement stairs. Stitch-and-glue plywood on frames; fin keel with lead bulb (which I will have to cast from molten lead in a handmade mold). Removable keel and rig.
This is going to be a long term project, but can’t wait to start.
Also, I’ve updated the list of esential poetry. I was trying to buff it up to 100, but, because of high standards, only made it to 90. Still, a pretty good place to begin: Great Poetry
…but the dimness is lingering longer.
…after considerable overnight rain.
Nice enough for a bike ride (on the old, non-electric bike), but not climate appropriate.
…is what the viruses in this house have done, and we innocent bystanders are the ones who are paying the price. Furthermore, the conditions outdoors are just about equal to the the indoor weather.
On to spring.
…all the way home. (And just warm enough to prevent it from precipitating. But fun visit and chance to catch up.