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  • Turned the Face Away

    Winter                                                                          Cold Moon

    Business meeting this am.  Then more picture organizing.  Out to lunch at Osaka’s for the sashimi appetizer.  Over to Home Depot for a tour of the warehouse of the American Dream.

    Sunday is a slow day.  When Kate and I went to Osaka on this Super Bowl Sunday every one of the booths had women occupying them.  I was the only y chromosome among the customers.

    In the last year I’ve given up football, cable tv and carbs.  I say given up, but really what I’ve done is turned my face away from them.  I don’t feel a sense of denial in any of the three.  Strange, they all occupied such a substantial part of my pre-65 life.  And now they don’t.


  • Out, Out Damned Football

    Samhain                                                  Full Thanksgiving Moon

    Like quitting smoking, which I did cold turkey, I have quit watching football.  I don’t need the aggravation, especially with the Vikes and I don’t see the gain, if any, as worth it anymore.  Leaves me with Sunday to clear up piles, do Latin, that sort of thing.  On the other hand the Gopher basketball team looks pretty good.

    Kate’s home from her retreat with more stash and a few more projects.  She’s started on a Japanese quilt design that looks pretty interesting.


  • The Celtics

    Beltane                                                Waning Planting Moon

    Just watched the Celtics beat the Lakers.  A good run in the fourth quarter by the Celtic bench, no, make that a great run, to take the Celtics from four points down to as much as 11 up.  I don’t watch much basketball anymore, my street cred as a Hoosier slipping further and further away.  This finish made me remember why basketball is such a dynamic, fun to watch game, even on television.

    The only thing you don’t get on television is the size, the astonishing size of the players.  Like the pro football players these folks are in a class of humans that occupy the extreme of the bell curve in height, weight and athletic ability.  Us 5 feet 7 inch guys literally don’t measure up.

    It’s been a long time since I watched any sport other than football.  Like tonight I’ll catch part of a basketball game, the end of the 500 mile race, maybe one of the triple crown races with Kate.  During the winter olympics I watch a few things like the skiing events and the luge, maybe something else like biathlon and in the summer olympics I like track and field events like the dashes, the shorter distance races, long jump, pole vault, sometimes the basketball, other than those not much.

    This is a culture change from my Indiana days when I used to watch basketball, especially college basketball, baseball, racing.  Other things to do.


  • Offensive Play

    Winter                                               Waning Moon of Long Nights

    As my new novel has grown into its second chapter, my writing here has become more and more about the weather.  Not a light hearted topic in Minnesota, nor one lacking interest, at least for me, still it’s not the only thing going on here.

    There is, for example, football.  Cybermage and good friend Bill Schmidt sees a play-off scenario where the Green Packers return to the Dome–They’re Baaaaaccck–for a third go at former teammate Brett Favre, for the NFC championships and for the right to play in the big game.  Bill seems to think third times a charm, but in the parlance of the NFL, it’s just another game.

    On a much more sobering note, I commend the following article to anyone with even the slightest interest in football.  Offensive Play, written by Malcolm Gladwell, asks if dogfighting (Michael Vick) is, in the end, very different from football. In specific, it chronicles a recent uptick in interest among brain scientists and neurologists in the impact of repeated impacts to the head, many of them not enough in themselves to produce a concussion, but enough to set stage for one.  This article would make me pull my kid out of football and makes me wonder, not about the dogfighting comparison so much, but about the oft made comparison between football and the gladiatorial arena of ancient Rome.  At least there you died right away, not gibbering and slow.

    Lou Creekmur, former offensive lineman for the Detroit Lions and eight-time Pro Bowl player, was diagnosed with CTE by neuropathologist and CSTE co-director Ann McKee, MD. Creekmur played 10 seasons for the Detroit Lions, and was famous for breaking his nose 13 times while playing without a facemask. He died July 5, 2009 from complications of dementia following a 30-year decline that included cognitive and behavioral issues such as memory loss, lack of attention and organization skills, increasingly intensive angry and aggressive outbursts.

    Three brain sections from Mr. Creekmur showing dense tau deposits (brown) in the insula (1), temporal (2) and frontal (3) cortices, amygdala (4) and hippocampus (5) in the absence of beta amyloid plaques. A normal control brain would not show any brown discoloration.


  • The Vikings. Hmmm.

    46  bar steady 30.11  0mph WNW dew-point   sunrise 6:45  set 7:36

    First Quarter of the Harvest Moon  rise 4:06   set  none

    The Vikings.  Well.  Near the end they had a chance to win.  A good chance.  They stayed in it and did not give up.  Tavaris still looks a bit stunned, but his passing improved in the second half.  Do not why they did not give Peterson the ball more.  Anyhow.  Could have been worse.  The defense did not look as good as the hype.  Roy Wolf at sheepshead last Thursday called a score somewhere in this ballpark.  I took the rosy picture.  Oh, well.

    Tomorrow is a physical labor day.  Later in the week, more horticulture.

    Started Arthur Machen’s novella, The Great God Pan.  I’m feeling some kind of work with Pan on the horizon.  In addition to gardening, that is.


  • News and Commentary

    Out of the INFERNO

    Daunte just never got it together.  Dennis Green might have been part of the problem.  Most of it, though, lay between Daunte’s ears.  Something never clicked.

    “MIAMI (AP) – Daunte Culpepper summed up his thoughts Thursday in two words, which ushered in the start of a new era for the former Pro Bowl quarterback. “Farewell NFL,” he wrote”

    IRONY

    Here is an example of irony.  I mean, gosh.  Gee whiz.  Give me a break.  After working steadfastly and with clear intent to keep women down, now the evangelicals will redress a wrong they have a direct hand in reinforcing.  Wow.

    “One more reason why the evangelicals are likely to get behind McCain-Palin: The ticket gives Americans the chance to redress another historical social wrong by finally putting a woman in the White House.”  from Politics in Minnesota.

    GREEN?  Who should get your vote?

    Local boy, Tom Friedman, the mensch of St. Louis Park, nails it.  This is the same point I tried to make with the Political Butchery post.

    “As we emerge from Labor Day, college students are gathering back on campuses not only to start the fall semester, but also, in some cases, to vote for the first time in a presidential election. There is no bigger issue on campuses these days than environment/energy. Going into this election, I thought that — for the first time — we would have a choice between two “green” candidates. That view is no longer operative — and college students (and everyone else) need to understand that.

    With his choice of Sarah Palin — the Alaska governor who has advocated drilling in the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge and does not believe mankind is playing any role in climate change — for vice president, John McCain has completed his makeover from the greenest Republican to run for president to just another representative of big oil.”  Thomas Friedman, NYT


  • No Joy in Packerville

    17  bar steep fall 30.04 3mph NNE  windchill 14

        Waning Crescent of the Snow Moon

    Brett Favre Set to Retire After 17 Years

    No joy in Packerville tonight.  Favre has turned in a lunch bucket career, a monument to the always play ethos of the NFL which seem valorous and really hides a strange form of rich man’s servitude, but within the upside down ethical world of pro football, Favre has been a straight ahead, play ugly and win type of guy.  Football won’t be the same without him.  On the other hand, as a Viking fan, I’m glad he’s going back to Mississippi.

    On my way to the MIA to pick up material for learning the Weber collection.  Back in a few. 


  • From Football Genius to Dastardly Spymaster

    26  92%  28%  0mph WWN bar30.10 steep rise windchill26  Imbolc

                Waning Crescent of the Winter Moon

    Today I reap the benefits of advanced preparation.  None of that running around trying to get stuff together at the last minute.  I always forget important things when I do that.

    Got another batch of ping backs today.  Seems like they’ve picked up in volume in the last week.  Don’t know why that should be.

    Noticed Bill Bellichik of the Patriots has gone from football genius to dastardly arrogant spymaster in two days.  Shouldn’t lose.  It does bad things to your winning reputation.

    My sense of anticipation rises about a month on different ground than home.  Much as I love our home, the chance to get away, find other experiences ranks high on my list.  A retreat with my brothers in the Woolly Mammoths and then three weeks in Hawi’i will scratch some of that itch.  Went to sleep last night imagining early morning workouts on the beach.


  • Giants Walk the Land Tonight

    21  87%  26%  0mph EEN  bar30.00 steady windchill21  Imbolc

                    Waning Crescent of the Winter Moon

    OK.  Here’s why I like football.  To the best of my knowledge it has no script.  That means from time to time unexpected and amazing things happen right before my eyes.  Like this Superbowl game.  Close down to the last minute, literally.  The undergods, as I called them earlier, came through.  The overgods, the Patriots, lost in a classic tragic performance, perfect, yet, in the end flawed enough to lose.  The moment when momentum changes races my heart.  Sudden turn arounds can sink my feelings.  Vicarious, yes.  But a hell of a lot of fun.

    There is, too, the athletic performances.  Even in a loss Randy Moss looks like a ballet dancer.  Eli Manning stayed cool.  The Giants defense kept it up all game long, pressure pressure pressure on Brady.  Then, the intellectual game with co-ordinators for defense and offense, coaches managing the game.  This defense against that offense.  The game works on many different levels.

    Yes, it is brutal.  Even violent.  Yes, it produces maimed and sometimes demented athletes at the end of their careers.  These are not things to celebrate.  Yet, they are products of conscious choices by adults.  I hope the affect of the high impact, sudden stop violence of the game will diminish through better equipment, different rules.  I know the disabled players, like disabled persons in every area of life, deserve a decent life. 

    But for tonight, for this game, it was a super bowl game, one for the history books.


  • Fallen Oak Leaves in the Snow

    26  71%  24%  1mph EES bar30.02 falls windchill25  Imbolc

              Waning Crescent of the Winter Moon

    The Superbowl program started at 1pm.  1pm.  Kickoff isn’t until 5:17pm.  Geez.

    Spent late morning putting together my workshop/presentation for the Woolly Retreat.  I plan to read sections from Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, talk about it a bit as a fable for our time and a bit about what I call the ur-faith.  The way to name it still is not clear to me.  Maybe that will come as the workshop proceeds.  Sometimes presenting things to others helps flesh them out, identify new angles or flaws in the conception.   The sacrament I posted a few days ago will follow the reading and then we’ll talk. 

    I may use a way to get inside material I learned in seminary.  In this method the audience gets an invitation to take on one of the roles in the reading, to hear the material being read from that person’s perspective.  In SGGK characters include Arthur, Gawain, Guinevere, the Green Knight, the two women in Hautdesert’s castle, and the servant who leads Gawain to the Green Chapel.  Sometimes this cracks open poetry or scripture in a way nothing else can.

    Fallen oak leaves have begun to show through the snow.   The boulders in our boulder walls now peak out from caps of white.  This is an unlovely aspect of snow.  Snow has its most beautiful moments as and just after it falls.  If it remains cold, as it often does after a big snow, the pristine character of the snow can last for days.  Sometimes it does glint and sparkle in the sun.  Hope we get a big whack just before I leave for Dwelling in the Woods.