Tuesday, August 7, 2012

more updates, and cute

So much for catching you up!  Here I am again.

In June, Evan's wedding was a big deal.  I was delighted to join in on celebrating that special day.

Teaching teachers is always good fun.  I did that.  And then there was July.  We spent a lot of it in Houma, helping out with Donna and Jeffery's Kitchen, and then also redoing a bathroom to be more accomodating at the end of the month.  It was fun.

I took an assistant principal position across town, actually in Katy, which is just west of Houston.  So we moved.  We found a charming country home in Richmond, which is a nice little drive to work (20 min).  We collected all of our belongings and moved them, and lately we've been spending many hours unpacking our treasured and not so treasured things.

Orry will come to school with me--our school is K-9.  He is excited about 1st grade.  I don't know what he's going to learn though--he already knows it all, just like me.  At home we're going to focus on piano and astronomy along with the usual.

Isaac is going to have a big year at home with mommy.  There are dozens of toads and geckos, dragonflies and butterflies to count.  There are flowers to plant.  Letters to read.  Dirt to play in.

Annie too.  She can tell you anything.  It might be hard for you to understand her, but we can translate.  We have bunk beds now.  They like to climb on them and play "firetruck".  Annie wants help when she climbs, and she asks for it, but "climb" sounds like "fwine".  Her r-vowels she uses dipthongs so that "more" sounds a little like "moy".  It's cute, and so is her face.

Sunday, June 24, 2012

Venus, and la Légion d'Honneur

I used to think that with the right outlook--with a positive attitude and the correct approach--I could live well past the life expectancy rate determined by statistics.  I was thinking not just 100 years, but why not 200?  But even before my hair started thinning over the superior frontal gyrus of the frontal lobe of my brain, I recognized that while I didn't have to give up entirely the possibility of living for so long, and reading so many books, it wouldn't hurt to believe that the odds would play out for me physically the way they play out for other men.  I decided that with all likelihood I would indeed age in a way similar to humans around me.  It might make you giggle a little to see in my thinking such delusions of grandeur, but I will remind you that until quite recently, the frontal lobe of my brain was not yet fully developed.  And even now I wonder if I have quite grown up, and good for me if I live to be over 100 and am able to be like a child in exactly the right way.

Anyway, I will have to live to be well over 100 to see the next transit of Venus.  We got some good footage of the kids seeing it (except for you, Gonzo--you'll have to use your siblings' photos to plead your case), in case they live so long that they will be able to view the next transit in 105 years.

In case you were wondering if the transit of Mercury and the transit of Venus ever coincide, I don't think so. At least not in our historical timescale.  It would appear that Mercury crosses in May and November while Venus crosses in June and December.

When we arrived at the Sugarland Museum of Natural Science for the viewing party on June 5th, there was no shortage of nerdy excitement.  I promptly asked to borrow a man's solar shades and viewed the dot of Venus in front of the sun with my naked (but shielded) eyes.  Later in the evening as the sun was setting and slightly adumbrated with haze, clouds, and extra atmosphere--you know, when you're pretty sure you can look at the sun even though you're not supposed to--we inspected the golden orb with our naked and unshielded eyes and found the dark dot of Love upon it.

More clear and impactful was seeing it "up close" in the telescopes, and the best show of all was a sort of light box that with a series of reflections and magnification showed the image of the sun about 5 or 6 inches across on a white placard for all around to see.  The sun has been going through a phase of numerous sunspots lately, and I was delighted to see four such sunspots on the sun as well.

Here are our photos:
cardboard is technology.



because of the reflection, these images are not oriented the same as in the sky.  





looking down instead of up

well, we did have a picture of you with us, little one.






this last one is a picture of Orry helping Isaac with his math.

June has been a great month so far, but I've been keeping so busy I haven't kept you up to date with it.  I ended the school year, started up with the summer program teaching ESL, and since it's a six day work week I haven't made time for recording the off-time on this weblog.  This is the first of my catching you up, and keeping thecurrenttroydanielbecker current.

In light of my earlier comments on long life, I just finished another book by another favorite lesserknown author of mine, Julian Barnes.  In his book The Sense of an Ending, the reader thinks about our memories over the span of our lifetime, and how we evaluate our actions and our lives, both know, and in the future as we think of them in the past.

The jacket of his book touts Barnes' status of commander in the French order of the art of letters, so I thought, oh, yeah, naturally Julian Barnes and Theodore Zeldin must know each other.  Zeldin is 13 years older, but he actually got the same award almost 30 years ago.  And then I found that Zeldin was just last month or so awarded the rank of Commandeur in France's Legion of Honor.  I recently did a rundown of British status titles, but I today I was also curious about the French.  Technically, they do not admit foreigners into the Legion, but they bestow on foreigners a distinction which seems just about the same.  Notable heads of state are in the Legion, as are people like Schwarzenegger and Toni Morrison and Ralph Lauren.  The last three are Chaveliers, though, and not Commandeurs, like our Professor Zeldin, whose Honneur is more seasoned, it is fair to say.

Look at me go on.  But enough!  Thank you for reading.

Saturday, May 12, 2012

lightning and activities

I am learning to start my blogs with a delightful image:



We rode some lightning the other day, on the way home from the Williams Tower and Lego store.  It was very stormy, the kind that issues deadly lightning (they said on the radio, after the  urnhhhhhh test signal that wasn't jsut a test) and quarter sized hail (again reported on the radio).  We saw some lightning close by, while it was pouring rain, but then we saw some strike in the road right in front of us, as if we would have driven into it if it would have lasted any longer at all.  And the large boom that we heard simultaneously sounded like a large blowout and I felt it in my feet.

The video I found is about the closest approximation I could find on line.  The flash of the electricity appeared quite thick to my eyes.  It goes without saying but I'll say that I'm thankful we didn't crash or get hurt.

 

In other news today, we saw some of Houston's art cars.  In the following video from 2010, you'll see a few examples of cars we also saw today.  We got there towards the end of the lineup, but we saw a few notables.  One you'll see in this video that we saw is the dragon at the end.



Ones I didn't catch in the above video that we saw:  a car with two front ends and no back end.  a guy with a one wheel mobile that he rode around like a merry-go-round.  Orry says that our favorites are the wacky ones.

Speaking of Orry, he was a little under the weather today.  He still went around with us and had some fun, but he also ran a fever and had less energy than usual.  The rest of us had enough energy to get home, and then the two little ones sacked out until just after bedtime, ensuring that we will have a fun filled night as well.

Other things we did today:  celebrated two terrific birthdays at a birthday party.  fed the ducks.  flew some kites.  went to the museum.  made some homemade ice cream.  went grocery shopping.  sang along with We Are Young:



And I think at the end of the day, we're pleased.  And here's to making the most of our days!  Afterall, you never know if lightning or anything else will terminate the beating of your heart.

Monday, May 7, 2012

stop and look at the hammerhead worms.

My people stop and look at the hammerhead worms and other fascinations of life as it exists all around us.  Smelling the roses, looking at the clouds or rainbows, and even driving through the puddles, are appreciations of beauty that shouldn't go unlived.  A recent example was Bonnie and the tots finding a hammerhead worm by Isaac's day school.  You faithful readers might remember March 6, 2008, when I first blogged about worms and knowledge:
While showing Orry some more bugs, I found something I had never seen before.  It is a type of worm, but what struck me is that it wasn't wiggly, like the earthworms we know, and its body was more like a slug's, except very long and skinny.  Well, what I didn't notice was that the head was a peculiar shape, but these photos I found look exactly like the body I saw, so I am identifying it as the land planarian, or hammerhead worm.
Readers, when I saw this worm, I was fascinated with seeing something new.  For curiosity's sake, I googled to find out what it is.  And what delights me is seeing so many other notes from curious people who have had similar experiences.  
And a photo of the worm, of course:

land planarian


Bonnie and I commented on the curiosity and joy in engaging the world around us, and how some people seem to go by such marvels without a moment's notice.  Well, I can understand a slimy worm not speaking out to the nature lover within, but I hope you all are keen to look at the moon, a rainbow, or a new bird.


Kimbo Slice entered my life again.  This time it was at school during testing days.  The students were done testing, so after showing them some Napoleon Dynamite cartoons, we found some David Blaine magic clips, and David Blaine, in the spirit of Houdini, wanted Kimbo Slice to punch him the flexed stomach as hard as possible.  Which he did, and then did again to really give it the old college try.



We have been talking a lot lately at the Becker household about television shows.  Well, we don't watch tv at all, but we do get online and watch select television programs from time to time.  And as those of you who follow Bonnie on facebook probably know, we have sidestepped into the serial drama Mad Men.  After a few episodes, which of course sucked us in, an ongoing dialogue ensued about the value or lack of value in watching such programming.  The dialogue was brought to another level by the new assistant rector at our church who justifies for the critical couch potato that our souls do well to watch these programs.  I am assuming that he is assuming that we watch these programs with the heart of humanity, and our hearts, in mind.  And the conversation still continues.



I decided that this serial drama is not unlike Updike's Rabbit books, and that television programming is like literature, afterall.  Indulging in reading is something I enjoy and value.  But it is true that even with that indulgence I think what we *do* with our lives is very important, and reading and watching doesn't count as doing unless we actively critique it or somehow work hard with it to better our lives or the lives of others.  For me, personally, I will not continue watching Mad Men, at least not in active pursuit of watching them all.  Watching them here and there and keeping up on them through Bonnie (since she will probably continue through the series) is preferable to me.

Consider Walden.  There is the living of the life.  The reflecting and writing of the life.  The reading about the life.  The watching of the life.  And now, also the video game.



A bigger issue in my life and the life of my family is where to live.  We are looking for job options that will be in a place where we can dig our roots into some soil and stay put for a number of years.  This is no small task.  We have not crossed Houston off the list, but we are heavily considering elsewhere.  No solid job offers yet, but I think I need to finish applying to places first, right?



I know you're checking out how much more blog there is and considering how much time you have to read about thecurrenttroydanielbecker, but it's not the end yet, and maybe you should come back a little later when you have another minute.  By the way, if you find that there is a glitch and you can't view the end of my blogs or comments, you can switch to classic mode in the upper left, and also, if that doesn't work, mess with the maximize window or demaximize window functions to get to see all the way to the bottom.

We were headed back from the Children's Museum on Thursday when we saw the now familiar bat action of the swooping circling and often flitting and darting bug snatchers, but embodied in a more birdlike form.  Swifts!  And so we did our best to watch them, which involved us pulling over into a parking lot.  Isaac wouldn't have it, once he spotted them:

Bats!
They look like bats, but those are birds.  They are swifts.  And they act like bats because they catch mosquitoes like bats...
Oh, bats!
No, birds.  They fly like bats and they are a similar size, but try to see the wing shape and the tail if you can.
Okay, look at the bats!  Look at all the bats!



On Saturday we went to the beach, and it's seaweed season.  We saw quite a few tiny crabs in the shallow surf.  No shovels this time, we just played in the sand, water, and waves.  When it got a little too cool (we went in the evening), we headed out and for once drove along the beach further instead of heading straight out of town like usual.  We later learned that our friends from church with boys in our family's age range also had a Cinco de Mayo beach day in Galveston, and so we were, like ships passing silent in the night, unaware of each other while away from our Houston home base.



And finally, we are to yesterday, where we were able to give double reds in the morning, and accidentally miss having the boys sing in the children choir even though we go every week to practice on Wednesdays and were actually there at church at the right service, except late.  And we were able to get our grocery shopping in and visit our cousins from Washington who are down to see our cousins that live in The Woodlands which is near Houston.  We hadn't yet met our Houston cousins, so this convergence, unlike ships passing silent, gave us a good opportunity to meet up and say hi.  What fun, and I am generally heartened to meet up with family and experience nostalgia of the yesteryears.

On our way back from that excursion, we came across a couple of scissortailed flycatchers.  Of course we had to stop the car (in traffic somewhat) because it's worth it.  It was again thanks to Bonnie's keen eyes that we got that avian treat.  We were going home "the back way" because it turns out we don't live too far away from the Houston cousins at all, but there is a slight maze of roads getting from here to there or back again and not taking the freeway up there.



Tuesday, May 1, 2012

geocrashing, adventuring, sunflowering

I almost forgot to tell you about geocrashing.  In order to tell you about that I have to remind you about geocaching.  Geocaching is a real world outdoor treasure hunting game.  Players use GPS devices to hide and find clues and "treasures".  Anyone can play.  It is a way to get out and see the world.  Our family has yet to join in the fun, but millions of people have.

It is exciting, perhaps, to imagine the world as a treasure trove of hidden caches--little treasures waiting to be found.  Geocrashing is when you try to find the caches in obvious hiding places, without any clues or GPS devices.  My family has engaged in this activity, because we like finding hidden things.  So you might look under a park bench or in between buttressing tree roots for that little waterproof capsule containing a tiny scroll of people who have come before you, with the assistance of technology, to find what you have found with your seeking and witting mind.

Not to toot our horns too loudly, but our first and only geocrashing experience so far was quite accidental.

In the year of my birth, on this day, Japanese adventurer Naomi Uemura reached the North Pole alone (well, not counting his sled dogs).  This guy liked to do things alone.  In order to train for crossing Antarctica alone, he went to climb Denali alone in winter (not the usual climbing season).  He disappeared after reaching the summit.  I think it's safe to say that he either died or ascended into heaven.  This was just before Bonnie's first birthday.  He was 42.



And lastly, for the flower lover in you:



Thursday, April 26, 2012

sun pillars and other treats of the sky

We saw a sun pillar last night.  A sun pillar is like the opposite of seeing the sun set over the sea.  Instead of a shimmering golden reflection extending downward/forward in the water, a sun pillar is produced from the reflection of crystals in the air high in the sky, which make a golden reflection extending upward in the sky:



Above the sun pillar, we saw a dazzling Venus and the moon, about 10 degrees apart.  You can check your eyesight, because if you can discern that Venus is in crescent phase, you have exceptional eyesight.  And I wanted to check that out, because to me last night Venus looked peculiarly horny.  I will check it out again though to see if I was just wishfully thinking.  Venus looks so bright in crescent phase because it is getting so much closer to us.  Its apparent size in the sky is at least twice in diameter at its closest in comparison when it is furthest away.  And all this Venus talk is exciting, for we are gearing up toward the last Venus transit of this century (coming to us in June).  And yes, a Venus transit happened 8 years ago, but that's how they roll.  Eight years apart every 105 years.

Click for more Venus Transit pics.

And finally, more birds.  Months ago I observed a strange new bird.  After searching for something that would appear like a dragon tail, I gave up my search, deciding that I must have perceived something that I didn't really perceive.  But now I am considering that mystery solved, when Bonnie told me about her discovery of the Texas bird of paradise also known as a scissor-tailed flycatcher.


I believe this is the bird I saw.  In flight and other times the bird does more splendid things with its tail feathers.  It is not that uncommon in these parts, but uncommon enough to not see them very often.  Another bird mystery solved thanks to my dear spouse.




Monday, April 23, 2012

Birth, Birds, Biryani

Once again I am proud to announce the birth of a new niece, Chessidy Light.  And I can appreciate the allusion to Hebrew חסד (chesed) which is loving kindness, or love, or kindness, or, in some sense, a name of God.  And come now, from those who brought you Ila Vieu, we also cannot ignore the nod to the great game of chess, a delight to learn and play.  This all went down on the tragic day of 4.20; but henceforth may this day ever shine in memory of this new life born into the world:

Happy Birthday niece!

Many of you probably read Bonnie's blog, so you know, probably, that we went to Houston's Batfest recently.  The next week I was waiting out at the bus stop by my school for an unusually long time.  But I am glad to have been waiting, because I became introduced to a box, swoop, or otherwise flock of chimney swifts that were flying around that day after school.  It was a curious sight.  There were a dozen or so--not nearly the size of the flock you can view below.  I noticed their curious flying, which actually is quite bat-like in their flitting and of course in their swallow-like or kite-like way of quick aerial maneuvers.  In fact I had to analyze closely to distinguish the birds from bats, because they also peeped and chirped in the way that just a few evenings before I had witnessed from thousands of bats.  I could distinguish a clear bird wing pattern though when they flew, the angle opening to the aft, the wings swept slightly back.  I did not know, offhand, what bird this was but felt determined to find out.

The priority of my determination left something to be desired, because when I got on the bus and continued to read Nada, my current Spanish book in English I am reading thanks to Edith Grossman, then arriving home and then going off to teach my evening class, and then getting back and playing with the tots and eating dinner and spending time with Bonnie, I did not think again of the mystery birds.

Not until a day or so later when Bonnie, out of the blue, to me, remarked on the chimney swift--she'll have to fill in the details of what brought the bird to mind.  Bells started ringing and dots connecting and I knew soon after that yes, this was indeed the bird I was introduced to just a day or so prior.  Below you can see what bats look like and what swifts look like as well.

The bats:


A box of swifts:




You would think that this would be enough bird talk for one blog, but no.  We had a killdeer experience yesterday at a museum that reminded me of my childhood.  At the old farmhouse, and I am talking about the one near Eden when I was a young child, we first learned about killdeers when some nested out back.  The bird is fairly prevalent in the irrigated fields of southern Idaho, but when I was really young, I learned that their nesting was done on the ground, and that the parents have a peculiar tactic of pretending to be lame to distract predators away from the nest.  As a boy, I was curious about the eggs, and recall a stiff reprimand by my father for bothering some birds who were cheeping desperately at the bipedal monster who was not fooled by their lame-wing foolery.

Yesterday, at the museum, two bird parents were similarly desperate because they, too, were pestered incessantly by bipedal monsters, for their nest was in the landscaping of a parking lot.  And we were able to identify the nest, and not meaning to bother the parents, we wanted to spy on the two hatchlings and remaining egg, which were so well disguised I am sure I could show you the photo and you would look right at it and not see anything remarkable.  But while the parents were trying to lure away the bipedal monsters, a grackle which no doubt has in his bird brain an opportunity at fresh chick flesh came swooping in.  You can imagine the terror and horror, not only of the killdeer parents as they realized the vulnerability of their little ones, but of me and my dear wife also as our human brains pieced together nature's scheme and dismayed at the thought of losing our own precious hatchlings.  Moreover, I felt that I didn't learn well enough the lesson from 30 years ago as I then heard the piercing desperate calls of the killdeer.  But to clarify, the grackle didn't eat the killdeers at this time.  I'm explaining to you because you looked nervous.  Because we can stop now if you want. Oh, I can tell a little more?  Well, the story is over.  The grackle came, one killdeer raced back to the nest at the right moment, the bipedal humans--with mortality fresh in mind--got in their white van and left.  It was more a spectacle for the human parents, in this case, than the human children, which were already buckled up.




And finally, I cannot catch you up-to-date without mentioning my glee at finding a project of the esteemed Theodore Zeldin online: the Oxford Muse. Many of you know his book, An Intimate History of Humanity, is a work I've touted over the years and not without fervor.  I found myself beside myself talking with him about work on a project with him that I will at a later date disclose more fully.

Biryani, well that's a spicy Indian dish.  But I couldn't think of another b-i-r word that had to do with Professor Zeldin.  I liked birefirgence, but didn't want to get too wordy on account of making a connection.  Biryani.  Yum.


Monday, April 16, 2012

Random Items Monday slash Tuesday

Until the other day I was my mother-in-law's only son-in-law.  But now I am in a club of two.  Sure, I will always probably be the handsomer of the two, but I think I will respectfully defer to the black superior beardedness of my new brother.  Yes, I have been more bearded than he, for I have worn my beard shamelessly for longer, and have shorn it only seldomly.  But there is no question about this: When I walked down the aisle to be married, no facial hair was involved.  Unless you count sideburns.  We need photos.  Mike, on the other hand, sauntered down the aisle in the manly glory of a full beard.  Anybody could use another brother like that.

This is a tanuki:



I liked these Mayra Montero books I read.  They were translated into English by the awesome Edith Grossman.  One of them is the Cormac McCarthy of the Caribbean.  Both of them reminded me of the magical subjectivism of reality, wherein not only are all things possible, but impossible things most certainly are.  I forget about that sometimes.

I found out there are Kung Fu Panda cartoons.  Yeah, I'll probably watch them the first chance I get.  Like I did with the Napolean Dynamite cartoons.

And, cartoons or not:  May we all live out the best of the legacies of those loved ones who came before us.




Saturday, March 24, 2012

Family Saturday

Congratulations to us.  I am a happy new uncle of one Arhesa Hope.  The word αρεσα means "liked" in Greek, but I don't think this sort of self fulfilling fortune is what the parents were going for.  It's a new name, as far as I can see, has no exact anagrams in the English language, and it means the new 9 pound (+) bundle of joy and a happy addition to our cousins and nieces:


Unfortunately, Bonnie is sick.  And when the queen bee is sick, the whole hive is restless.  I learned a lot of bee tidbits in the last book I read The Secret Life of Bees which joins Uncle Tom's Cabin in well told stories by white women about racial issues and more.  Did you know the Episcopalians have a feast day for Harriet Beecher Stowe?

Let me report on the tots.  Orry is eating up homeschooling.  Isaac likes to get in on it too when he can.  Isaac was a little sick lately too, so he did spend some more time at home instead of at his day school where he usually goes Tuesday through Thursday.  They like to work on math concepts, reading, writing, science, presidents and other social studies.  Bonnie's doing a great job with that.   Lately they are incorporating more quiet time into the day.  Orry is 4 inches short of 4 ft tall and is about to switch into kid sized shoes instead of preschool sizes.  His favorite animal today is a honeybadger and his favorite president is Barack Obama.  He wants to live in Alaska where the northern lights are.  Alaska is his favorite state.



Isaac is developing splendidly.  He is spelling out his name and drawing dinosaurs and counting things and he still likes puzzles and likes the The Land Before Time movies.  His favorite animal today is a tree frog.  We planted some seeds in our garden yesterday and Isaac was a big help.  We saw lots of grubs, some ants and some worms, and we got hot and sweaty.  Today we had planned to go to the beach this evening, but with Bonnie out of sorts, we might have to postpone.


Annie likes to sing and dance and compete with Isaac about letters and numbers.  She has been a splendid two-year-old so far and is developing quite well.  She likes to call things by name and likes the OK GO Rube Goldberg video, which she calls for by what she calls it: "Mess".

And, as you may have heard, I trimmed the beard and mustache, going from this to this:








Now, back to the hive...  

Orry:  What does the teacher bee say to the little naughty bee?

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

To Edith Grossman


Dear Edith Grossman,

After giving it much thought, you are my favorite woman of literature.

I find it startling that my favorite authors are men, but to broaden my list, ha ha, specifically to include women--I find such a thing offensive to the desire that women ought to be on the list in the first place.  My favorite list of poets is more of a snapshot of humanity, genderwise, though clearly I have a bias toward the work of men, or the culture of our literature world has set it up for me to have such a bias.

But let's back it up, because some of my favorite--my very favorite--authors/works are provided by you and your fidelity to the original work in its original language.  Thank you for bridging that gap.  While laughing in the pages of Don Quixote and also delighting in the works of Gabriel García Márquez, I am not blind to my current inability to enjoy them as they were originally penned by the author.  Thanks to your scholarship, I enjoy those words available to me in my language.

Your work and having brought these literary jewels to non-hispanophones like me has another effect, because it inspires me (and others I am sure) to study language if for no other purposes than to further enjoy the literature you have translated.  Your work is so delightful, even as a translation, that I cannot help but be greedy for more.  And your work, rich and pure as it seems to be, will be one of my go-to resources in comparing and understanding the translation of ideas between Spanish and English.

In today's world, not enough attention and gratitude goes to the intermediary.  Individual ordinary readers like me present no significance in critiquing the work of translators or even much in the demand for translated works, except, I suppose, that we ordinary readers add up and in some way create the aggregate demand of economics.  But let's be serious, the measure of literary treasures doesn't have much to do with supply and demand.  Anyway, thank you for your delivery of the goods across the cultural barriers that otherwise exist.  And thank you to your enhancement of literature.

Sincerely,

Troy Becker


Friday, March 16, 2012

Random List Thursday

The olm, a European salamander, is a little 12 inch troglobite monster that can live without food sources for 10 years.



The pineal gland, a third eye of sorts, is a part of our brain without a twin counterpart that has to do with our circadian rhythm, our sexual development, and God knows what else.



Christopher Guest, or should I say, the Right Honorable Christopher Guest, or should I say, the Right Honourable Christopher Guest, is a baron, and is, yes, married to Jamie Lee Curtis.  Best of Show Christopher Guest.  The six-fingered man Chirstopher Guest.  A Mighty Wind Christopher Guest.



So what is a baron?  Well, in his case he is the son of a diplomat assigned a baronage.  And a baron is the lowest level of peerage, as it is called in the UK: Duke, Marquis, Earl, Viscount, and then Baron.  And titles of nobility like these, when accompanied with the proper papers, pass through heridity in the way you might suspect, so that a legacy follows one's bloodline in the way that has historically assuaged the human biological need to reproduce one's own DNA.

Polydactyly occurs more often than you probably realize: 1 in 500 live births.

Barony occurs in only 1 in 50000 live births in the UK, which means 1 in 5 million, worldwide.

Olms are magical creatures that hatch, breed, and grow in their larval stages.  When they grow into adults they are known as dragons.

Friday, March 9, 2012

A & Q Friday



Cosmonaut Gagarin, the first human in space, was born this day 78 years ago. He died when he was my age, in a training accident. The write-up I read stated that he was famous for his having been in space, so that the soviet space program didn't want to risk his life and tried to keep him away from flying, but he persisted, and died at the end of one flight one day.




It is also the birthday of two rappers from little big cities in America. One was Chingy, who we all have to thank for the "Helerr" pronunciation of "hello" in a roundabout way because he got his music fans saying "thurr" for "there". And Bow Wow, who used to be known as Li'l Bow Wow. They are 32 and 25.






There are snow scenes of mountains and wilderness that would probably top my list for being able to paint and painting such scenes to share with others. Although, there have been plenty idyllic scenes of beaches and of course when it comes to Hawaii it seems like every scene could be a painting. I love clouds so I'd like to be able to paint all those, and I've seen some real winners of photos of landscapes in the nights sky. If one could catch, say, the glory of the shadow of Mt Fuji while one climbs into a full moon, that would be a winner. I am limiting myself, for the moment in the scope of landscapes and scenery. I also love trees and would like to feature my fall favorite the maple, in something like the golden old days of the Gonzaga campus in autumn.

But let us suppose in a painting that we could catch the overall experience somehow of all the senses. There are some great experiences, like snorkeling, swimming in all sizes of bodies of water, camping in the desert, running down mountains. But I think the topper goes to skiing or snowboarding, and in particular, in my life, I can reminisce about one amazing day at Silver Mountain in Kellogg, Idaho, where it was like snowboarding on pillows. It is a beautiful scenic area. On the day of my reckoning, ha ha, the snow had frosted everything and boarding in that snow was otherwordly. It would be a real challenge to paint.

Many of you might have read my Asher Lev post earlier, and now I am reading the second Asher Lev book. Asher Lev in those books is an artist. I wonder how he might paint snowboarding on pillows if he could experience it.










These were some snowboarding shots I found that start to impart on you what I mean.

If you could paint a picture of any scenery you've seen before, what would you paint?

Thursday, March 1, 2012

A and Q Thursday

I remember when my favorite food as a child was barbecue spare ribs and rice.  I also remember eating rice and A-1 sauce.  The first preference was from when I was 6 or less and the later preference of A-1 sauce was when I was more than 7.  It wasn't that A-1 sauce and rice was my favorite, but I did like the taste.  My whole life I haven't much been one for favorites--or rather I have tended to always have lots of favorites.  Some other favorites I remember from my childhood were my Granny's pickles, her green beans, and the fourth of July favorite of creamy baby potatoes and green peas.  Favorite desserts come to mind to like her buttermilk cake with carmel frosting.  I liked steak (and A-1), and also spaghetti.  I also like homemade breads.  My other grandmother Thora Becker was a baker of pies and cinnamon bowknots that had no equal.  I also liked her dinner rolls (with jam) and tarts.  She also had some dishes that I think about now and again, like a shredded carrot salad, a celery something salad, and her hashbrowns are hard to replicate as well. I wonder where certain family recipes came from.  Like goulash, for we have not even hints of Hungarian anything else in our blood or customs.

There are lots of favorites from my mother's kitchen.  Various soups, casseroles, desserts, and lots of little memories like eating dough, rolling dough in flour, cutting cookies, softening butter.

My father's traditional dish is the T Daniel Becker Surprise.  In it you might find anything.  It will taste fine, and fuel your body for just as long or longer than any other meal.  It is also generally different from the last Special you sampled.  It is a traditional dish that instantly brings to mind this chapter of one of my favorite books:

An Intimate History of Humanity by Theodore Zeldin
6. Why there has been more progress in cooking than in sex.

Another book that immediately joined my favorite books list is Marquez's Love in the Time of Cholera.  This book perfectly relates the drama of human existence, exploring both the sublime and the sexual, the reflective and the experiential aspects of living life, and introduces us to characters the sum of which relate to any and all of us.

What was your favorite food when you were a child?

Monday, February 27, 2012

Things February

February.  Crocus.  
The image to imagine is the crocus and the snow:

I think of this illustration:


But there is more to February than birthdays and crocuses and presidents and sweethearts and Mardi Gras and groundhogs.  I am, of course, referring to its flexibility and versatile cardinality in its number of days.  Not only is it a month by itself in length of days, but it is also by itself by having no single number of days.

And I'm glad there's an extra day, because it just feels like we need that adjustment in our yearly revolution around Sol our star.  Like we're getting a little ahead of ourselves--let's hold off on advancing to that 60th day of the year.