object study

merry christmas!

picture is from a little video I shot in 2002, so long ago…

song of the day, Merv Griffin, Christmas City

today’s early morning phenology: gray skies, fog, 31 degrees, icy.


Louis Armstrong

Song of the day, Louis Armstrong, I’ll be glad when you’re dead you rascal you

Phenology update:

We draw ever closer to the longest night of the year. Just six days away. How to celebrate the longest night, that is the question. Might be a good night for old Jazz and a toddy.
The sky is gray slate today, and the temp didn’t top 10. A perfect day for making luminaries, and so three buckets of water are out nestled in the snow, doing their thing. How long til they are just right? It’s always a guessing game. I’ll test before bed tonight. Perhaps morning will be better. Or perhaps in the morning they will be frozen solid. Meanwhile, there’s a rumpus of bunny tracks in the yard, and there was a cardinal at the bird-feeder, looking disappointed at the offerings. Crows seem to be enjoying themselves. They are totally raucous.
Today was also a good day to take the Xmas tree out into the yard to shake the dust off. The neighbors may have thought it curious, me out in the yard, swinging our Christmas tree over my head. Well, let ’em talk. It’s a Christmas tradition. What of it?
I’m keeping my eye on the Big Lake up north. Big chunks of ice bobbing about in the swells, but still mostly liquid. The lighthouse seems stalwart and reassuring in the foggy winter morning.


Parliament

Song of the day, George Harrison, the Ballad of Sir Frankie Crisp

Today’s Pheonological Note:

Today’s Winter Storm Warning is bringing a day of snoraileet: snow, rain and sleet. Not a very good day for biking, alas. A very good day for bourbon and pie-baking, though. Winter officially began this year on the day before Thanksgiving, (known here traditionally as Wednesday,) when we got about 8 inches of wet snow, the kind known locally as “old shovelsticker.” Now that the snow is here, the big Maple in the front yard has commenced with the leaf drop. Bunny tracks are found in the new snow this morning, along with the less distinctive tracks of the Amazon delivery guy who dropped my package on the porch steps sometime late yesterday, where it sat in the cold and the dark all night long.


Speedhound

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Song of the day, Simon and Garfunkel, The 59th Street Bridge Song


lost heart

 

Song of the day, Chet Baker, My Funny Valentine


ductwork is our business

Song of the day, JImmie Lunceford And His Orchestra, Rhythm is our Business


type

Song of the day: Tommy Tutone, 567-5309

Today’s Phenology:

Grey sky, gray snow, and gray spirits.
A typical January day, minus 11 inches of snow and plus 12 degrees. Squirrels seen sunning themselves on rocks.


March, 2018

Song of the day: Kansas Joe McCoy, Evil Devil Woman Blues


It’s a Ray!

 

Song of the Day: the Rolling Stones, Not Fade Away


Reduction I, 2013, by Kondō Takahiro, at the Minneapolis Institute of Arts

Song of the day: Laurie Anderson, Gravity’s Angel


boule, at Turtle Bread

Song of the day: My Bloody Valentine, Sometimes


Top Important

Song of the day: Prokofiev, Troika

 


missing

Song of the day: The Chi-lites, Have You Seen Her?


happy halloween!

Song of the afternoon, Mike Oldfield, Tubular Bells


happy halloween!

Song of the day, Philip Glass and the Kronos Quartet, Dracula

 


White House

Song of the day: Gene Krupa, Birdhouse

 



Picnic Grounds of the Ancients

These mysterious structures were built millions of years ago, perhaps, by ancient suburbanites of this locale. The local legends speak of something referred to only as “weenie-roasts.” What actually took place here, what purpose these small monolithic structures served, what happened to the forgotten tribes that used them for some long lost purpose… well, we may never know the true story. We are left with conjecture and imagination. Could this be the representation of an ancient spacecraft that landed here before recorded time? Or it is an igloo precursor, hewn from stone by long-lost technology? Or some sort of communication device? Or an early sauna? Or the beehive of the gods???

Song of the day: Theme from the X Files


Summertime: Enjoy Life!

Song of the Day: Loudon Wainwright III, Got a Ukulele


pole 100, wisconsin

Yesterday’s weather: hot and humid, if you want to know. All the Big thunderstorms went south of the TC during the day. Thunderstorms north of us in the evening, but 50/50 whether they will come down to visit us. Japanese beetles are widespread this summer, and many complaints on NextDoor websit about trees dripping sap everywhere. I guess this is a sappy summer. I have noticed some sticky sidewalks. Not pleasant for me, and can’t be pleasant for Flynn. Linden trees seem to be a big offender, and they also have a lot of the Japanese Beetles. Have I mentioned that we have millions of rapsberries?

Song of the day: Lyle Lovett, She’s No Lady


One from the archives, bluemobile, october 2011

Yesterday’s Phenology: Big storms last night, everywhere around here but not here. Here the lawns are turning brown. We had a little thunder last night, and a little wind, and a little rain. Not much. We could use some rain.

Song of the Day, Chuck Berry, Maybellene


Wisconsin farm

Yesterday’s Phenology: Another day full of sun. Hit 93 in the afternoon. Little movement by local phenology, or phenologists. Thunderstorm passing north of Maplewood in the early morning shed some dramatic lightning bolts, but what rain there was was over there.

Song of the day: John Mellencamp, Crumblin’ Down


dyno II

Yesterday’s Phenology: Well, let’s see. Sunny in the early morning, then clouded over a bit, then sunny again, and a little warmer, then breezy (from the west, as I biked west) and sunny, and then cloudy and thunderstorm, and then cooler, and partly cloudy, and maybe more rain? Lots of daisy’s blooming in the yard, and large clumps of green grapes hand from our pergola. Baby cucumbers in the garden, and it looks like raspberries are on their way too.

Song of the day: Keith Michell, Irma la Douce, The Wreck of a Mec