Monday, January 4, 2010

26 Newts...and Susan Sontag

Ok...so the every day posting didn't happen over the holidays. We'll see what the new year brings. One of the first things the new year already brought was a hike around Lake (either Bon Tempe or Lagunitas??) with some good friends and their kids. It was a really nice cloudy, moist day. They told me how they have been seeing and counting newts on their family hikes. So we started counting. Their previous record was 23. We lost count, and think it may have been closer to 30, but 26 was our official number. Counting newts...something new for the new year.



One would think that 26 is an ample number to have gotten at least one photo...but no...no newt photos. Though there is this one of Heidi with Carly and PJ. Sometimes you need your mom and big sis to assure you there are in fact no sharks in the big puddle...contrary to what dad said.




Which is the perfectly unplanned transition to my next topic, mentioned in my last posting...Susan Sontag, On Photography, a collection of her essays. I knew Susan Sontag's name, but I'm not sure if I've ever read anything of hers or not.

Side note which began as in parentheses but was too long for that:
Interesting article recently in the NY Times, How to Train the Aging Brain. Contrary to longheld views, 40% of my brain cells (potentially containing memories of Sontag's writing) are NOT lost! Apparently I'm just lacking the correct stimulus or prodding to bring them back to life. So we're supposed to be stretching our brains in ways we're not used to. "The brain, as it traverses middle age, gets better at recognizing the central idea, the big picture. If kept in good shape, the brain can continue to build pathways that help its owner recognize patterns and, as a consequence, see significance and even solutions much faster than a young person can." So there,  youngsters! (And no, I have NO idea why the spacing is off or how to correct it. Apparently copying and pasting from the Times brought along some unwanted code. Just another GORGEOUS, random inconsistency...if you've been reading my previous posts you'll understand my joy in them.)



But I digress, back to Susan and photography. I LOVE her writing. I'm on page 11 and fascinated by her concepts. You can tell that she's incredibly intelligent. Her writing is fairly meaning dense, but she doesn't rub your nose in it. She just makes you want to keep reading. Yes, I had to pause to confirm the definitions of a few words. Her writing is definitely stretching my brain in a way it isn't used to.

"To photograph is to appropriate the thing photographed. It means putting oneself into a certain relation to the world that feels like knowledge--and, therefore, like power."

"Recently, photography has become almost as widely practiced an amusement as sex and dancing...It is mainly a social rite, a defense against anxiety, and a tool of power." Now this was written sometime in the early 70's and photography is even more prolific now.

"Not to take photos of one's children, particularly when they are small, is a sign of parental indifference...Through photographs, each family constructs a portrait-chronicle of itself--a portable kit of images that bears witness to its connectedness...a rite of family life...to restate symbolically, the imperiled continuity and vanishing extendedness of family life."

"As photographs give people an imaginary possession of a past that is unreal, they also help people to take possession of space in which they are insecure...It seems positively unnatural to travel for pleasure without taking a camera along. Photographs will offer indisputable evidence that the trip was made, theat the program was carried out, that fun was had."

"This...ubiquity--of the photographic record is photography's 'message,' its aggression."

Photography is something aggressive...in its pervasiveness and in the pressure to use it. Wow. Of course we don't have to subscribe to all of her assertions...but what amazing writing to challenge me to think about what I do and why I do it.

In a previous post I wrote about how there can be a universe in a single "shot." And then I shared a photo of some flowers glowing in the winter sun and wrote about that moment. Combine this with thoughts about being present...REALLY being in the moment and enjoying it for all it is worth. I've been thinking about the relationship between photography and presence...and realizing that photography, while in one way can bring me into a particular moment in a much deeper way, can, in another way take me out of being present to the entirety of a moment. By focusing in on one thing I am missing everything else that is going on around me.

Is this a bad thing? As with almost everything else, I think not if done in moderation. Balance between enjoying everything--the sights, sounds, smells, feelings--in a moment and times when I explore the visual and dive into the infinite in a single shot. I love how her writing allowed and challenged me to think about what I've been doing--to make sure I don't let my camera come between me and truly enjoying a moment with my family or friends, or a walk down the street.

All that and I'm only on page 11...and only beginning week four of my new adventure.

Am I seeing a bigger picture (excuse the pun, but that's the word that the NY Times used) now than I would have earlier in my life? Is all this thinking thanks to the incredibly dense network of neural pathways built up over 45 years? A nudge or coincidence from the universe? Maybe some of both.

Wow, life is amazing!




Thursday, December 31, 2009

Happy New Year

I do have some thoughts to share which I jotted down while reading Susan Sontag's "On Photography" at breakfast the other morning. But have to leave for new year's dinner with friends, and thought, given the topic of her book, these might be appropriate. So for now, here's some eye candy I took on the way back from Christmas. You can have alot of fun...and look really weird...wildly gesturing while taking pics  with your iphone. These were of a bunch of christmas trees with lights in a store window...thankfully the police didn't come by...







  




Hope you all have a happy and save New Year!

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Whew!

Morning buns from Tartine...check.

Car picked up from garage...check.

Pecan turtle smores assembled...check.



Thought I'd show all three stages...grahams, caramel added, marshmallow added, chocolate and pecans added (ok, maybe there are four...chocolate, then pecans, but that's not the way I set up the shot). Not to pat myself on the back too hard...but these ROCK!  :-)  Glad I have to leave for my sister's so I don't end up in a sugar coma on the couch.

Driveby postings for Monday and Tuesday

I wanted to at least jot down a few thoughts...

On Monday I discovered that it is not good for my mental health to sit and watch three (or four, I lost count) consecutive episodes of Intervention on A&E. You slowly begin to believe that you are an addict as the horrible reality of these people begins to permeate you. Ugh. Had to get outside and breathe some fresh air and settle back into my life.

So I dropped off my car last night to have the ignition switch replaced. Found out today that it will be $370...they have to get the switch and then have it rekeyed so that it will match my original door keys. While I was hoping that it would be less, I still return to being SO thankful that it is only that and that I do still have my car.

I finally decided, after MUCH cookbook and online research to make a holiday treat that is way too complicated. The recipe for graham cracker cookies (sort of like ginger cookies but without all the spice), let to a marshmallow recipe, which led to a fluer du sel caramel recipe. So of course I had to decide to layer all those, and throw in some toasted pecans and drizzle with dark chocolate.

Needed some ingredients so decided to take a walk, get some coffee, and ended up heading towards Rainbow Grocery. On the way I passed a small side street with some nice looking older houses and the sun streaming down it. Began to pass it but was compelled to turn around and walk down it. Nice crisp gusts of winter breeze...warm, yet cool, winter sun...and then the reason for walking down the street...


Brilliant green, yellow, oranges...golden hairs glowing...heads on serpentine necks bobbing occasionally in the breeze. All this combined with the crispness in the air...somehow it all just made sense in that moment. The world is a wonderful place, full of wonderful moments if we just take the time to listen and to see them.

Need to learn not to leave the house without my real camera...but thank goodness for the one in my iphone. I got a video clip of it, but it needs some editing down. Will be fun to try that, but NOT now...do need to get a little sleep tonight.


So I ended up getting most of the ingredients. Had to make another trip for gelatin and corn syrup as those aren't on the vegetarian/wholesome shelves at Rainbow. And then realized I had broken my candy thermometer awhile back so had to take another quick trip (on BART as I don't have my car repaired yet).

Pretty much everything came off without a hitch. The only part yet photographed is the graham cracker cookies. But they still have to be assembled tomorrow.


And I have to go to Tartine Bakery (truly an experience if you have never been) for morning buns. My welcome at my sister's house would be much less enthusiastic if I were to show up without the morning buns. Were it not almost 3am I could wax poetic about all the goodies there. But will leave that for another day.

Will try to get another post, including my finished confectionary masterpieces, before Christmas.

Night for now.



Monday, December 21, 2009

Never a dull moment

I'll have to catch up on some less pressing thoughts later...for now I need to post an update about my car being stolen...yes, stolen! Oy! I last drove my car Thursday night and needed it late this afternoon. I looked in the couple spots I thought I parked it and then just had to take a cab. When I got back I decided to do a walk around the neighborhood to make sure I hadn't just missed it in my earlier haste. After carefully walking all 8 blocks that comprise my normal parking area I decided to call city tow. No record. For some reason I thought of looking on the Transit Authority site to see if there were any tickets posted...and there was one for $303.

Thinking maybe this was related to towing I called the towing number again. After I had them look into the ticket, they discovered it was for parking in a handicap zone in front of 333 Valencia, down between 14th and 15th. A quick 6 block cab ride confirmed my car was indeed still parked in the handicap zone and NOT TRASHED! It had definitely been gone through.  Would it be better to just leave a $20 under the wiper blade with a note asking potential thieves to just take a cab?! I will need a new starter as they apparently used a screwdriver or something to jam the ignition. ..but I am SO thankful that I still have my car.

So I called the police to come and make a report. Don't want to be stuck paying for a $303 ticket. After waiting for 20 minutes, in front of the projects...not nicest section of Valencia, I callend them back. Sorry, busy night. After walking all those blocks in a hurry and the adrenaline of (losing and) finding my car, I was starving. I was a half block from Little Star Pizza, so called the police dispatch back and asked that they call my cell when they arrived.

Ahhh, amazing what a frosty pint of Boont Amber Ale, a pesto Green Goddess salad with radishes and slivered toasted almonds, and a deep dish Spicy BBQ Chicken pizza with roasted tomatoes, carmelized red onions, cilantro and a crispy cornmeal crust can do for your mood. The guy and woman/gal/girl (what is the right term for someone probably in her mid to late 20's?) behind the bar took great care of me...and were very nice to chat with. Must work on remember to ask (and then remember) people's names.


Unfortunately in the low light, the photos of the salad and pizza just don't convey their deliciousness sufficiently to warrant posting...you'll just have to take my word for it...or on second thought, just go to Little Star yourself.

I expected to be called away as soon as the pizza arrived. But I finished the salad, pizza (and second ale) and called dispatch yet again. Still pending. I told the woman on the phone that the Valencia St Projects (while much nicer than the old ones) were not the best place to hang out in front of on a rainy night...and hoped not to be calling her back to report being held up. She expedited the car, and what to my wondering eyes should appear...but two of the hottest of SF's finest I've ever seen. Officer Trujillo (latin, shaved head, very handsome, and really a nice guy) helped me out while his taller, all-american, corn-fed partner waited to the side. The thought of suggesting a strip search only briefly came to mind. But seriously, thanks guys, I appreciate your help.

But I digress, there were many ways to look at and react to having my car stolen. I really do think this past week changed how I reacted. I really didn't freak out. I just thought it would be a bummer to start off my first week of not working by losing my car. It was odd, and nice, to just move through it....have a nice dinner...and come away not all bent out of shape, but just grateful to still have my car. Would I rather not have to replace my starter...sure. But I'm really happy there is a starter still to replace.  :-)  Again...perspective is an interesting thing. Somehow I think this theme will be revisited again.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Addendum to First Monday of Freedom...Irony and Truth

I just downloaded this photo from my phone which reminded me that I hadn't written about it. Dolores Park Cafe...had just sat down at the table with my coffee (before the conversation with the photographer), opened my copy of bon appetit and came to this full spread ad...


You're kidding, right? Anyone who says the universe doesn't have a sense of humor, just isn't paying attention. I literally laughed out loud. Wells Fargo...with me when I need help designing my future. OMG. Well, after the initial and quite obvious irony, I realized that that was in fact true. They did help me start down this new path...and will be with me along the way, funding this time of discovery and evolution. Interesting how irony and truth can coexist. Perspective is an interesting thing.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Random Saturday Thoughts

One nice thing about being off of work is not having to jump out of bed...it has been amazing to just lie in bed and enjoy waking up slowly in warm, soft flannel sheets.

Last year I bought some of THE most amazing flannel sheets, so soft and thick they are almost like felt. If you don't have any flannel sheets or yours have worn thin and all nubby, check out Pinzon 200 Gram Supima Velvet Flannel Sheet Set on Amazon (the 190 gram are just as nice). And while you might not be able to lounge in bed on a weekday...you'll appreciate them every night and every morning. Mmmm...simple pleasures.


An interesting change I've been noticing this week is the days of the week have been losing much of their meaning. I've caught glimpses of this while on a longer vacation, but I think this is going to be different. Friends are really what are maintaining some meaning to the days of the week for now.


Nice going with Brent and Wayne to Friday happy hour after a week of nothing, rather than a week of crazy work. As we were leaving the bar there was a guy (Steve Taylor) playing piano and singing on the corner. I had seen him recently over on 4th street in Berkeley (afternoon sun and him playing early Elton John was quite a combo). He is clearly talented and loves doing what he's doing...felt good to buy his CD and support that. Really like a few of the songs...but think I most enjoy the Elton John and James Taylor songs on the piano on the street. If you see him out, take a few minutes to stop, listen and enjoy.


So I'm sure some of you will notice some inconsistency in type sizes between the first and subsequent posts. Not sure what is going on with Bloggers templates, but can't make them match. After several frustrating tries, a novel thought occurred to me. WHO CARES??!!! LOL...seriously laughing as I type this. Another of those small lessons the universe tossed my way to see if I was paying attention. Coming from a work environment with an anal, if inconsistent, attention to minute details, it is giving me a scary amount of pleasure to see MY blog have some inconsistencies. In fact, I think I may add a few more in for good measure! 


And with that lovely thought it is time to wander down 24th Street to Dynamo Donuts and get some caffeine and a maple, apple, bacon doughnut. Does my Applecare cover drool? Hope so. And don't knock it til you've tried it. SOOOO good. I'll have to wear my "I love you more than bacon" pin that my friend Tracy gave me at drinks on my last night of work.












As you can see, my mission was accomplished. I swear those are my favorite donuts of all time. And yes, when I left the plate was clean.