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Monthly Archives: July 2014
What I learned this week, July 11, 2014
Well-done drone video of the city I live in. It’s crazy how few people are visible in these shots – I only saw one guy on a bicycle going by the Perot Museum. Yes, I’ve ridden my bike on that same sidewalk – but it can’t be me, the place was crowded when I went by.
Farming the apocalypse
When my life came crashing down I took shelter on my farm, surviving with 11th-century tools like the sickle and scythe
This is a very interesting article – sort of a postmodern Walden vibe.
I’ve been to Rocky Mount and I used to read Omni – so I feel a very tenuous connection. Oh, and from my experiences – I concur with his opinion on the versatility and usefullness of a good mattock.
Take back the streets, ladies — two wheels at a time

This one had been defaced by someone that used white paint to add crude breasts. I photoshopped that out.
You are welcome.
I’m sorry to say that I’ve only been to one of these.
The Ultimate Travel Destination Bucket List
When I was a little kid I loved a book about archaeology called Gods Graves and Scholars. I was always fascinated by this photo from Chichen Itza
A decade or so ago, I found myself in the exact same spot – sort of cool. It turns out that photo was taken from the top of the great pyramid.
New York Times article from sixteen years ago – long before anyone ever thought of the word “blog.” The best I could tell at the time I started (July 1996), I had the somewhere around the thirteenth “Online Diary” in existence – now there are an estimated (by Wikipedia) 156 Million Blogs in.
Dear Digital Diary: Oops!
How a Password Changed My Life
The Surprisingly Strong Case for Colonizing Venus
How to Build Leonardo Da Vinci’s Catapult
13 Cooking Hacks every Cook Should Know
NOLA Cherry Bombs
O, wonder!
How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
That has such people in’t!
—-Shakespeare, The Tempest
Nola Cherry Bombs Dance Troupe
performing with
Daria & The Hip Drops
Bayou Boogaloo Festival
New Orleans, Louisiana
Daria & The Hip Drops
Daria & The Hip Drops
Bayou Boogaloo Festival
New Orleans, Louisiana
The Old Railroad Trestle
Almost three years ago, while the Margaret Hunt Hill Bridge was still under construction, I took a photo of a train going by on an old railroad trestle next to the new bridge. Now, the city has opened up the beginning of a network of trails in the river bottoms, and I was able to pass underneath that old trestle.
I never realized how old it really was.
The sculptor carves because he must
Barbara Hepworth
Sea Form (Atlantic)
Bronze, 1965
Dallas Museum of Art, Sculpture Garden
Dallas, Texas
“The sculptor carves because he must. He needs the concrete form of stone and wood for the expression of his idea and experience, and when the idea forms the material is found at once. […]
I have always preferred direct carving to modelling because I like the resistance of the hard material and feel happier working that way. Carving is more adapted to the expression of the accumulative idea of experience and clay to the visual attitude. An idea for carving must be clearly formed before starting and sustained during the long process of working; also, there are all the beauties of several hundreds of different stones and woods, and the idea must be in harmony with the qualities of each one carved; that harmony comes with the discovery of the most direct way of carving each material according to its nature.”
—- ‘Barbara Hepworth – “the Sculptor carves because he must”‘, The Studio, London, vol. 104, December 1932
“I have always been interested in oval or ovoid shapes. The first carvings were simple realistic oval forms of the human head or of a bird. Gradually my interest grew in more abstract values – the weight, poise, and curvature of the ovoid as a basic form. The carving and piercing of such a form seems to open up an infinite variety of continuous curves in the third dimension, changing in accordance with the contours of the original ovoid and with the degree of penetration of the material. Here is sufficient field for exploration to last a lifetime.”
“Before I can start carving the idea must be almost complete. I say ‘almost’ because the really important thing seems to be the sculptor’s ability to let his intuition guide him over the gap between conception and realization without compromising the integrity of the original idea; the point being that the material has vitality – it resists and makes demands.”“I have gained very great inspiration from Cornish land- and sea-scape, the horizontal line of the sea and the quality of light and colour which reminds me of the Mediterranean light and colour which so excites one’s sense of form; and first and last there is the human figure which in the country becomes a free and moving part of a greater whole. This relationship between figure and landscape is vitally important to me. I cannot feel it in a city.”
—-Barbara Hepworth ‘Approach to Sculpture’, The Studio, London, vol. 132, no. 643, October 1946
What I learned this week, July 7, 2014
US bike boom strongest with people over 55 (not hipsters)
Community Beer Co. wants you to name its newest brew
Slightly More Than 100 Fantastic Pieces of Journalism
Want to empower African American kids? Give them bikes
Photographer Shows Proof of Shocking Similarities In Human Templates Between Complete Strangers
In college, we managed to score a keg of beer that had been left behind from a Fraternity Party in a cafeteria cooler. It has sat there for well over a year. We threw a big party, tapped the keg, and realized it had gone bad.
“What are we going to do?” my friend asked, “The beer is bad and all these people are coming over.”
“I know,” I said, “Let’s tell everybody it’s Lone Star.”
People would complain about the beer and I’d tell them it was Lone Star – they would nod knowingly and keep drinking.
11 THINGS YOU DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT LONE STAR BEER
What’s the worst thing about cycling? Other cyclists
The Politics of Sitting Alone
The Return of the Dancing Frogs
Even though it was over thirty years ago, I remember the first time I walked into Tango like it was yesterday. I had been living in Dallas for a couple years – living just off Lower Greenville in the Turtle Dove apartments behind the Granada Theater. Farther down the street, in Lowest Greenville, Shannon Wynne built a new nightclub.
It was a huge converted bank building – and it was something else. There was the big main room with a balcony all around – a great place for live music. There was a terrible restaurant in an unbelievably loud room off the balcony. The walls were lined with televisions, all screaming nasty early 80’s rock videos. Then, down a back stairway, was my favorite spot – the Aquarium Bar. This was an elevated dance floor – sort of like a big, rectangular boxing ring, that filled all but a narrow strip around the edge of the room. All night extremely loud dance music would boom from speakers only a couple feet over your head – while the lights spun and flashed. Behind some sort of glass wall costumed dancers would sometimes perform in fish suits… I think.
You had to be there.
I think the wildest night I was there was one concert – Brave Combo opened up for Joe “KING” Carrasco and the Crowns, with Johnny Reno and the Sax Maniacs playing backup. Believe it or not – the last set was filmed (badly) and is still available on blurry Youtube.
(If you have time to watch this video – check out the interviews – a young Mike Rhyner at 5:55 and a very, very young Lisa Loeb at 11:10)
The place was fantastic, but it lost money hand over fist and closed after little more than a year. The bank building was torn down and a Taco Cabana Mexican Fast Food restaurant went up in that spot.
But what most people remember Tango for was the frogs on the roof. While the bank building was being renovated Bob Daddy-O Wade was commissioned to make a half-dozen giant frogs to be placed on the roof. Dallas (at that time, especially) had no sense of humor and the city decided, in its infinite bureaucratic wisdom, that the frogs (two dancing, one each playing the guitar, saxophone, trumpet and maracas) were in violation of the city sign ordinance and had to come down.
The court battle made the national news:
New York Times Article on Tango’s Frogs – DALLAS SIGN PANEL BANS 6 GIANT PERFORMING FROGS
and after much hullabaloo they were exonerated and allowed to stay. Not long after that, the place went belly-up and the frogs were sold off.
Three went to the roof of a mega-gas-station south of Dallas. I used to see them down there whenever I drove to Austin and meant to stop and get some pictures (for old times’ sake) but never pulled it off. The other three (guitar, sax, and maracas) went to Chuy’s Mexican restaurant in Austin – then on to the Chuy’s in Nashville, where they still are.
Googlemaps Street View of Nashville – there are the frogs!
So now, after all these years, I read in the paper that the three frogs (the dancing pair and the trumpet player) have returned to town and have been placed on top of the Taco Cabana at the same spot were Tango used to sit. They even seemed to get permission from the city first.
I had to see this. I rode my bike down to the DART station – took the train to the underground CityPlace station and rode the extreme escalators up to the surface. It was a short bike ride on to Lower Greenville where, as clear as could be, were the three frogs up on the roof.
They had hired a talented local mural painter, Stylle Read, to repaint the frogs and bring them back to their state of glory, then mounted them up on the roof.
A lot of people were stopping and taking pictures of the frogs. Talking to them, I was the only person old enough to have actually been in Tango when it was open (most had never seen or heard of the frogs, a few had seen them at the gas station).
It’s sort of a silly thing, but I feel good that they have come home.
Natural Sculpture
Vegetation growing on the wall near the entrance at the Dallas Museum of Art Sculpture Garden.
Dallas, Texas
“We are made aware that magnitude of material things is relative, and all objects shrink and expand to serve the passion of the poet. Thus, in his sonnets, the lays of birds, the scents and dyes of flowers, he finds to be the shadow of his beloved; time, which keeps her from him, is his chest; the suspicion she has awakened, is her ornament”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature
Kaboom Town
Tonight there was a bicycle ride scheduled to the Kaboom Town fireworks display in Addison.
Everybody told me, “Don’t go to Kaboom Town – it’s too crowded and the traffic is too bad.”
But you see, on a bicycle, you can sort of run around the traffic and the ride organizers had arranged to have a party on the third floor of a parking garage not too far from the show. It was a fundraiser for a French club or something – and for a reasonable donation there would be food and beverage. Sounded like a plan.
Everybody met up at a local taco place, gathered together, and rode off through the neighborhoods. It was a slow ride – and an easy five miles or so. The party was fun and the fireworks were pretty impressive.
There was an acrobatic airshow from Addison airport highlighted by someone going up after dark in an ultralight covered in fireworks and shooting roman candles off into the air. The only way that could have been better is if they had a group of them shooting at each other. Maybe next year.
The ride back in the dark was a little hairy with all the impatient traffic. There isn’t much you can do other than ride in a group and take a lane. Someone yelled at us – which is a little aggravating – I’m sure we slowed him up a good seven seconds in his driving rush (after sitting stopped in traffic for an hour) home. I guess it can’t really be a real bike ride unless someone yells at you.





































