Woolly Mammoth Meeting.

Just drove in from Minneapolis and another Woolly meeting.  Road spray coated the windshield as snow spit out from a darkened, starless sky.

We met and discussed the financial situation around supper.  Almost uniform pessissism and gloom.  It felt weird to me to have this kind of conversation in Charlie Haislet’s top floor, two level condominium with its rooftop garden, first floor balcony and its grand view of downtown.   We, as a group, while not uniform in our resources are uniform in that none of us face starvation, homelessness or even severe disruption.  Have some of us lost thousands, even hundreds of thousands of paper dollars?  Yes.  Does that make us poor?  No.

The worst that could happen is that some of us might have to downsize our homes, live more modestly.  Does that mean a diminished quality of life?  No.

After supper we discussed the next four years and our assessment of where our country would be at the end of Obama’s first administration.  There was a surprising (to me) note of optimism that dominated.  Some of this seemed to be a hope that Obama as an African-American changes the playing field by his presence on it.  Some of it seem to be a hope that we will work our way through the changes in the fiscal situation because we must.  Charlie H worries that an Obama administration will take their eye off the security ball and we will have a nation less safe.  He also worries that throwing government money at the problem is nonsense.  I did not follow that part of what he said.

Frank thought a lot of unprintable things.

Discussing and Dissenting

Winter

Waning Wolf Moon

Into the city for a meeting of the docent discussion group.  We had a drawing and Bill Bomash won my extra copy of Seven Days in the Art World.   More people showed up than I expected.   We had an interesting, lively discussion of ideas for next meetings and resources we use for art history research.

Another discussion followed on some of the positives of touring and some of the sore points. All agreed that better signage would be a good place to upgrade public connections with the public tours.  We also wondered why it proved so difficult to get a recognized hearing for our concerns.  The discussion group decided this was not its responsibility, so we passed these ideas on to others who may find a way to act on them.

Twilight has begun to fall here.  Another winter night is on the way.  I’m on the way to chez Haislet atop Riverpoint condominiums in the old warehouse district.  The Woolly Mammoths.

Brooding Over the Landscape

Winter

Waning Wolf Moon

(note:  Weather reporting has moved to the Star-Tribune WeatherBlogs and my two weather websites, all of these have links under Andover Weather + on the right hand side bar.)

Last night I watched a bit of the Ravens and the Steelers.  As a Midwesterner my sympathies were with the rust bucket team from the Steel City.  They won. Now I have a half-hearted dog in the superbowl.  No, wait.  That was Michael Vick.  Anyhow.

Weather has become unremarkable.  Ordinary, garden variety winter in gray clothes, brooding over the landscape.  Though the temperature is more bearable, 10 degrees feels quite nice, the weather itself has taken on a dull tone.  We like variety here in the Upper Midwest and  our position in the center of North America gives it to us.  There are no mountains or oceans here to mediate or moderate; we get what rolls down from the north or blows up from the Gulf or over from the west.

We thrive on change.  When the weather becomes dull, it throws us back on other projects like work or chores.  Come on sky!

I wrote four pages yesterday on Red Earth, my first person account of what it was like to become Adam.  More today.

Of late, I’ve begun waking up at 6:00 AM.  I do not want to get up until 7:00 AM, that’s the whole point of my new routine.  At least for now I’ve chosen to lie there and think.   It’s quiet, I’m fully rested and an hours worth of thought seems a useful way to occupy myself until 7:00 AM.

Now onto the mind of Adam.