adventures


27
Oct 22

At least the photos are pretty

I said to myself that, this year, I would not go crazy posting leave photos. How cliche. How ephemeral. How incomplete a reflection of the season. How pretty.

That tree is one I never see, because I had to be on a different part of campus today. I had to be on a different part of campus today because a product is being micromanaged. But my part of this particular project is done now. So I spent the afternoon in the more familiar building, doing the more familiar things, and saw more familiar leaves on the way out.

That red maple in the early morning light was nice, but these sweetgums are showing off.

There’s a parking deck on one side of these trees, and some tired campus rental houses on the other side. For a few weeks in October, though, nobody notices all of that. They’re looking up at this.

At the end of the day it was back out to the UPS Store to return something. We watched a young woman hand the UPS desk clerk a bag of clothing. No, that’s not exactly right. She handed her one item from the bag at a time, and the desk clerk was bagging and putting stickers on each individual item. It must have been a good week for that young woman on Poshmark. And a good day for UPS if there’s someone willing to pay you to wad up that shirt, put it in a clear back, slap a sticker on it and add that to the pile of yoga pants and blouses you’ve already packaged for her.

This took about five minutes. She had a lot of clothes to ship.

There’s certainly nothing wrong with that young woman’s personal economy.

We then visited the not-Publix. One needs produce, after all. Peppers and onions and apples, a little thing of coconut milk, why not. Some pizzas for a quick snack. And then to checkout, with little incident.

We use the self checkout aisle, of course. I always say that you should have to pass a test and get a license to use the self checkout. But it occurred to me this evening that I’d have to pass that test as well. And the poor impatient people behind me might think me unworthy at this whole thing, too. The self checkout monitor, responsible for six stations, was as unflappable as ever. And by unflappable I mean unimpressed. Which is to say, busy staring at her phone.

“Help is on the way,” seems like an Isaac Asimov subplot gone awry.

Anyway, that was the day. Nine hours at the office. Barely two of it at my desk. And then two stores and now the house, those leaves and still, still, waiting on the weekend.


26
Oct 22

Scenes from a walk

Just about the time you get inside, get the shoes off, get the stuff out of your pockets and all that stuff, take your coat and tie off and put some lazy clothes on it is time to sit down. Then you can sit down. And a moment or two after that it is time for a walk.

You’d almost think it’s deliberate, but it’s not. The sun is on the clock, and dusk brings a chill, so if you’re gonna go outside, doing it six minutes after you get to the house and 45 seconds after you sit on the sofa is the right time to do it.

Gives you good views, at least. My apologies for walking into someone’s yard for this on.

This sycamore was ready for its closeup.

Just two minutes later, and 180 degrees the other direction.

Direct light this time of the year is fairly dynamic. One last hurrah before everything is diffused in clouds, I guess.

That’s one big leaf!

Yeah, this one is a little blurry, I guess, but that’s how you remember the leaf turn anyway. It’s a mass of color, more than the separate leaves. They only count up there in the altogether.

Down here, you might look at them a bit differently.

But you can’t do that unless you go on the walk.

Let’s briefly return to the Re-Listening Project. Of course, we just spent a whole post on this yesterday, but if we get in one more right here I’ll be caught up for the moment. Today’s installment was at least a contemporary record when I bought it, though it was probably still part of this batch purchase. But I listened to it a lot more because it was the music of the moment, and, in 1996, the harmonica had a moment.

This was Blues Traveler’s fourth album, and it’s the one that has the songs you know. They’re still doing it, by the way. Their 15th studio album came out just last year, did you know that?

Did you also know that John Popper, the guy doing the singing and harmonica playing, was originally in another band with the core guys from Spin Doctors? That group was called The Trucking Company. One day I’m going to look for some of their music, just to see what it sounds like.

Anyway, Blues Traveler sounds like Blues Traveler. And a lot of people liked that sound! This record peaked at number eight on the Billboard 200. The band saw this record land in the top 40 of the year-end charts for both 1995 and 1996. And, of course, there are the two top 10 hits to consider, too. “Hook” hit number eight on the Mainstream Top 40 chart. “Run-Around” peaked at number two on the Adult Top 40 chart, and only Seal could keep them from the top spot, but “Run-Around” stayed on that chart for an impressive 66 weeks.

No wonder, then, that “four” was certified as a platinum record six times. Also, there’s a Grammy tied to this record. Not a bad moment in the sun.

It was a big hit at parties, at a time. I’m sure it got played around our place a lot in college. And it was a good soundtrack for sunny days in the car with the windows down. Popper’s voice needs room to breathe. And let us acknowledge that he can make a harmonica sound like most anything.

I’m going to let “Uncle John,” the last track on the album, and a joyous jam song, play us out. I admittedly don’t listen to the record a lot because a little goes a long way, but this time through, this song caught my attention the most. It has almost all the key ingredients.

I’m going to offer one small quibble, and it isn’t even with the band. If you look on Wikipedia, the post covering Blues Traveler lists their genres: jam band, blues rock, folk rock, alternative rock, all of this is fair in that this group has enough diversity to fill in all the blurry areas where those genres coexist. But to call Blues Traveler southern rock … this band is from New Jersey. The parts that aren’t from Canada.

Anyway, the best Blues Traveler song is a cover, but we should be getting to that soon enough. I say should because while I’m playing these in order, I’m not looking at the discs ahead of time. It’s almost a little surprise with each one.

And that’s enough for now. I hope your Wednesday evening, or perhaps your Thursday, has some little surprise as well. The pleasant kind, if I have any say in it.


24
Oct 22

There’s a(nother) video at the end

I made this late last night, early this morning. Losing sleep for mashup art is a questionable choice, but when you have an idea …

There’s another video, a better one, at the end of this post. This photo, taken earlier this evening, offers a visual cue about what you’ll see in just a few hundred casual words, and after a few weekend photos.

Keep scrolling down to see that video.

We had an incredible weekend of weather. I didn’t even know what to do with it. Just warm and bright enough to feel like it could and would go on forever. Not so warm that you’d believe it to be true. And somewhere in there, amid the sun and the shade and the breeze, you can be held in a powerful grip of indecision.

We took a nice little walk on Sunday. Saw this wooly bear caterpillar, which was very much in a hurry to get to wherever it is that caterpillars go.

On the nearby goat farm they’re putting in another asphalt path. I look forward to exploring that when they remove the construction tape. One must respect construction tape, but this looks all but done.

How many colors can one tree sport, anyway?

This is on another path, and with more colors.

I got photobombed …

It doesn’t pop in the photo as well as it did in the daylight, but this tree is both yellow and red. It was fantastic, and that’s another problem of autumn. It’s too temporary — despite what I said above.

We stood under the trees and felt the breeze and caught the leaves.

If you don’t know what to do with a fine autumn day, catch the leaves.

Another work week has begun. My contribution to the cause today was this. Three-quarters of a running project are completed, and the rest will wrap up later this week. And then I’ll talk about them, perhaps, unless something more interesting takes place that day.

(Cheer for something more interesting.)

We set up a new system to show off student media work on the big screen. Wednesday we’ll roll that out. I also met two scholars visiting from France.

I got to the house just in time to take a quick bike ride. Got back in before dark, could have gotten a bit more out of the ride if I’d put a little thought into the route, but, no matter, it was 20 miles.

Went slow on this road, just for these views. Hopefully the video is worth it.

And now it’s time to get ready for tomorrow. The faster we get to it the faster I can get through it. Also, the quicker I can get to bed the quicker I can … fill my weary head with useless ideas like that Bryce Harper video. Pretty good one though, wasn’t it?


20
Oct 22

271 words that say nothing

The forecast said we’d hit 60-some degrees today, which is an improvement from earlier in the week. The first day in a slight trend of warmer temperatures. But, as I ran errands this morning, it surely didn’t feel like it.

The Yankee had an appointment to make this morning. Some of her first times out and about, and so that is another sign of improvement. (She’s doing well and staying on the mend!) But she can’t drive herself yet, so I am now playing the role of executive chauffeur.

Here and back, here and back. You know how that goes. We had lunch in the car, just like the not-too-long-ago days. And that was when the sun finally burned off the clouds. That was worth 15 degrees, easy.

She came on campus after that for a meeting, and sat in my office for a while as I finished the day’s chores. A few of her students stopped by — she’s incredibly popular with the people who know the score. Stamina comes back over time, though, and the half day’s worth of activity wore her down. By the end of my work day, she was ready to go.

So we went!

At the house, we sat beneath this tree for a while, until the sun dipped low and the temperature started to slide back toward where the day started. And that’s the rhythm of things, isn’t it? No matter how far you go, how tired you get, you always come back to where you started.

One hopes, anyway.

The forecast calls for another week or more of warmer weather ahead.

One hopes.


17
Oct 22

Peak autumn weekend (The one with the leaves)

Here are a bunch of photos from what turned into a lovely weekend. (Next weekend is forecast to be nice, too, but the leaves and the sun worked out this weekend and you don’t count on that twice in a row around these parts.)

I went for my first bike ride in, quite a while, actually. The Yankee insisted I go ride. I think she’s tired of me hovering and worrying over her. So I had a 31-mile pedal and it felt like the first ride in quite a while, actually.

I went down the best autumn road in town. This is our seventh autumn here, somehow, and I’ve only taken this road twice. Some things should just be used sparingly, ya know?

And with views like this, you could see why I wouldn’t want to spoil it, right?

And so I huffed and puffed and counted my blessings that I was able to ride this road on one of the best days of the season, just for a quiet few minutes with no cars and these views.

Here’s a video of it, which buffered and compressed poorly, it seems. I may have to try this again, but, really, it’s the light and color we are after here, and definitely not the bouncy part in the middle.

Woods at the bottom of that same road:

That old road turns into a fork, to the left is a gravel drive and to the right, a gravel road.

But when you’re on a road bike, and don’t have gravel tires, you can’t be too curious about what lies further ahead. It’s probably just another house or two, anyway.

Here are some other leaves. You can never capture autumn, not really.

You need to smell the leaves.

And you need the suggestion of chill in the air.

That flicker of the sun glancing and dancing through the leaves is helpful, too.

You need the sound of the breeze dancing through the trees.

And the crunch of another season under foot.

That’s what you need to really appreciate autumn, before it is all just sticks pointing to the sky.

Those parts are never in the pictures.

Even the ones from a fine Saturday morning walk.