Pursuing praxis

January 6, 2008

Smithsonian photo contest winners

Filed under: Pics, Art, Lists, Critters

Check out these amazing photographs, from the Smithsonian Institutions’ Nature’s Best.

Index of 2007 winners
Index of 2006 winners
Flash of 2005 winners
Flash of 2004 winners

Among the 2007 winners, my favorites are the zebra, bison, mandarin duck, Fly Geyser, goliath grouper, and snowy egrets.

Among the 2006 winners (there are a lot more), I like the giraffe on a purple sunset, osprey, giant kelp, orchid cactus, pink cyclamen, Alaskan brown bear, horseshoe crabs, snow and ice at sunset, lightning strike, and ladybug.

And the idiot award goes to the photographer of this alligator.

September 29, 2007

Movie theme music

Filed under: Music, Lists

I’ve been hankering for good movie theme music again. And these sorts of hankerings usually lead to a list that quickly recedes into obscurity as my ADHD brain flits to something new.

So, the context of this list: Music without lyrics that’s a recurrent theme, or the opening or closing track for a movie which I have seen. Further: I’m looking for the kind of music that makes me want to go for a hard five mile run - the sort of music that functions as pre-endorphins to the real endorphins you get after you do something hard or achieve something important to you. For me that usually involves some combination of kettle drums, french horns, cellos, baritone voice, a trumpet volley, a 75 piece orchestra and/or full choir. I’m open to electric guitar, steel guitar, amped violin, giant Japanese drums, mass tap dancing, and the odd ethnic/world/non-standard instrument or vocalization. But whatever the instruments, the music - composition, melody, harmony, all the rest - has to grab your brain and heart and stomach and take them all for a ride. A.k.a. Knock Your Socks Off Music. KYSOM.

To begin, then:

Theme to Pirates of the Caribbean (I): The Black Pearl, Skull and Crossbones (oh yeah), He’s a Pirate
Robin Hood Prince of Theives: Overture and Prisoner of the Crusades
The Hunt for Red October: Hymn to Red October  (did you know that there’s a track called ‘Putin’s Demise’?)
Jurassic Park (of course): Theme from Jurassic Park, End Credits
Indiana Jones: The Raider’s March
Run, Lola, Run: Running Two
Gladiator: Now We Are Free
ET: Adventures on Earth
Back to the Future: Theme
Star Trek: The Voyage Home: Hospital chase
Superman: Main Theme (man I miss this music!)
Star Wars: A New Hope: Main Theme
Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone: Prologue Hedwig’s Theme,
Goldeneye: Goldeneye by Tina Turner (I’ll make an exception for lyrics)
Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon: Desert Capriccio, Night Flight,
The Thomas Crown Affair (1999): Black and White X5, Glider Pt 1, Glider Pt2
XXX (exception for lyrics): Rammstein’s Feuer Frei

Movies I haven’t seen but know the music to:

Excalibur and Glory: Carl Orff’s Carmina Burana: O Fortuna (this will rock your world, especially if you hear it live)
Apocolypse Now: Wagner’s Die Walkure (Ride of the Valkyries)
Brief Encounter: Rachmaninoff’s Piano Concerto No. 2 (heaven on a stick)
2001: A Space Odyssey: Strauss’s Introduction from "Also Sprach Zarathustra"
Somewhere in Time: Rachmaninoff’s Rhapsody on a Theme by Paganini
My Life: The William Tell Overture

September 13, 2007

Art Education

Filed under: Personal, Art, Lists

I’m glad I’m a scientist. Of the things I find interesting, I think science (as a pot of knowledge and science as a method of the mind and (mostly) science education) is sound enough and accessible enough that I can be one among countless others pursuing Science fruitfully. Even as an innate loner, I recognize the tremendous value of a compatible, productive, and inspiring intellectual environment. And by and large I am quite happy with it. 21st century science still rocks.

But there’s enough Renaissance in me to want to do everything that interests me, and to do it really well - to write literature and poetry, make music, draw and paint, speak a handful of languages and travel, as complements to my desire to know the natural world, its objects and motions and processes and phenomena, with the toolkit and keen eye of a naturalist, experimental scientist, logician, analyist and integrator. Too much? Yes, too much to do all of them well, and one must choose (and I have). But I regard broad, globe-spanning, universe-traversing interest as a tremendous virtue. It just requires some management skills and a keen sense of purpose to keep it as an organized, useful and rewarding personal menagerie, and not an anarchic jungle of competing interests.

But art education in general today makes ths all very hard. It’s barrier more than an enabler. I’ve always liked drawing and painting, and by employing my mind in the service of specific goals (to make up for my lack of epiphany-like "talent"), I have been able to produce some drawings and paintings that I am proud of. But these were not enabled by receiving instruction in art so much as simply taking the time, making the space, and getting the necessary supplies to actually sit down and do something. Every one of my art teachers in the last 15 years were mainly there to turn on the studio lights, suggest stuff to do, and hold down the fort while I basically did what I wanted.

Unfortunately, what I really wanted was instruction that had a starting place and a goal, instruction that had cohesiveness, progression, and explicit, justifiable and sensical standards, all subserviated to the purpose of the class and the goals of art in general. I wanted instruction I could respect, instruction that paid me back for throwing my full attention and mental energy at a problem. But I never got it, never saw it, never glimpsed it. I shrugged it off as something I wasn’t entitled to anyway, and moved on to classes and disciplines that were more amenable to my "analytic" mind.

Looking back (at my ripe old age of 27…) I think it’s a tragedy that art instruction is the way it is today, because I know it didn’t used to be that way, and that it’s not necessary. In fact, I think the state of art instruction today is counterproductive for individuals, for the health of the discipline, and for the quality of work generally produced today. 

I have a cousin about to graduate high school who is interested in art. She came into this world wanting to be a doctor, I think she toyed with being an engineer around her one-decade mark, and for the last several years has put a fair bit of effort into painting. Who knows if she’ll change her mind again. But I think the best way to know for sure is to dive in, to really grasp what the field is about, what it takes to "Do Art", and to evaluate one’s own goals, degree of motivation, and strengths and weaknesses in a productive and rewarding setting.

So, while I’m not an artist by any stretch of the imagination, I am art-interested, and I have fairly integrated views on education, instruction, the choice of career and it’s practice and execution, so I’m excited by a crop independent, high-quality art studios in this country that train artists rationally, skillfully, and purposefully. They generally teach art as the classic artists were taught - such as Michaelangelo, Raphael and DaVinci on up to the great portrait artists of the 1800s. Apparently this sort of art education remained till the early 20th century even while its graduates became impressionists, expressionists, cubists, surrealists and the like into the first quarter of the 20th century. Then the modernists became (or spawned) the instructors of the 20th century, and when combined with new approaches and philosophies in education, art instruction morphed into its present form.

Here are the studios, ateliers, and instructors I have come across online. They have been recommended by people and artists I respect, but I’ve never taken a class or met the instructor or anything. Still, it’s exciting to know they exist. That way, when I become the first billionaire paleobiologist, I’ll have a wide selection of high-quality art to populate my private mountain villa.

The Barnestone Studios. Coply, PA. I especially liked the interview clips where Barnestone shares his views on … most things having to do with art and art education.

The Ryder Studio. Santa Fe, NM. Cameras don’t capture people this well.  

The Academy of Realist Art. Toronto, Canada.  

The Atelier School of Classical Realism. Oakland, CA. Argh, and in my own backyard practically! 

Mims Studios. Southern Pines, NC.  

The Grand Central Academy of Art. New York, NY.  

[Hat tip to a poster on the HBList, and artist Brian Larsen’s blog.]

June 15, 2007

One-liners

Filed under: Quotes, Lists

"Do, or do not. There is no try." Yoda (or was it Yoga?)

". . . because the global village has too many idiots." EOI

If I ever get a great big furry dog and it’s a girl, I want to name her Zola.

"Yeah, that’s it! I haven’t published in Nature or Science yet because I’m too good." Dr. Vector
     - I agree.

"Nobel Prize? Naw, they’d have to invent a new form of dynamite before they could award it to me." - me

 

 

June 11, 2007

Movies to watch

Filed under: Personal, Art, Lists

Time to revive an old post, in light of my upcoming return home.  

An online, running list of multiple purposes. I am also including re-watch (RW) reminders, but those are highly selective and not an indication of favoriteness n such. Tier 1 is for movies I have a long-standing motivation to watch, but in no particular order. Tier 2 is for recommended movies or ones that I have less motivation to watch, but still sound good.

Tier 1
Pirates 3  Ok, but still not as good as the first.
Memento (Clay)
The Man from Snowy River (RW) (FIDO?)
High Noon
A Man For All Seasons (Joe)
The Unforgiven
Serenity (Paul)
The Incredibles
The Outlaw Josey Wales (thank you, FIDO): Good, but if Westerns fit the bill, I need to warm to them a bit more before trumpeting their greatness. Put a cute horse in there, though, and I’m a goner.
Team America: World Police (Dave)
Shane (Sean)
Flight of the Phoenix
It Happened One Night
300 : Very good. I will consider naming a future pet dog Leonidas.

Tier 2
Dot the I (Clay)
Airplane (thx, FIDO)
The Court Martial of Billy Mitchell (FIDO)
Swing Kids (Chris)
October Sky (Sean)
Equilibrium (Matus)
Closer
Inherit the Wind
Love Letters (? - written by Ayn Rand, with Jennifer Jones starring; help me out here Chris)
Shanendoah
Secondhand Lions
Happyness

and…. that’s all I can remember for now 

March 31, 2007

Road hazards

Filed under: Rant, Travel, Lists

An incomplete list of road hazards I experienced in the last week:

Herds of: goats, sheep, cattle, donkies, chickens, zebra, impala, gazelles. Tortoises, ostriches, dogs, speedbumps, countless unmarked very large speedbumps, cars in the wrong lanes, diesel fumes so thick you can’t see through them, crazy matatu drivers, crazy bus drivers, torrential rains, flocks of school children, loaded down bicycles with centers of gravity a dozen feet in the air, streetside vendors, potholes bigger than any pot I’ve seen, bridges without railings, traffic cops and their tire-spiking barriers, other road barriers, diversions, punctured tires (7 punctures in one day), car-jackers and highway bandits (potential, not personally experienced, thankfully), and more.

January 2, 2007

Protected: Activities for the new year

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November 19, 2006

Protected: Will

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November 16, 2006

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October 29, 2006

Protected: Thanksgiving stuff

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October 23, 2006

Protected: Compulsive list-making

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July 8, 2006

A run-on list of particulars

Filed under: Personal, Lists

Light, color, mountains, crisp air, ketchup packets, books of blank paper, banana slugs, new starts, bracelets, sunsets, giant rocks, warm heavy blankets, canned green beans, pianos, men, proud nerds, driving, big machines like airplanes, tattoos, animal bodies, thunder, listening to lightning on the radio, hearing bagpipes at night, when the moon is like an orange wedge, contemplating Mars, feeling five, the number five, pissy fish, badass chicks, fire, two standard deviations from regular, colored pencils, no. 6 pencils, the human body, harvest time, forts made of tree stumps, full pantries, big dogs, the gravity of a single word, sparkle, necklines, deep time, vases, feeling like a backwards ‘C’, sleep, jets, woodsmen, bones, the smell of men’s bodywash, elk stew, soggy pulverized plain cheerios, room temperature water, old books, pressed flowers, exuberent genuine use of formalities, being temporarily governed by a piece of music, losing an entire day to a great book, recovering from a bad illness or injury, angelina jolie, containers, clever solutions, blue, black and gray, drawing old people, Stagecoach veggie pizza, boots, old levis, reunions, baking cookies at midnight, feeling my pulse, brick, old windows, corner bookshelves, books, White Christmas, the smell of money, horses’ breath, communicating without words, MacGyver, goatees on old men, the cello, unexcpected snailmail, handwritten letters, motorcycle rides, wisteria over my door…

to be continued…

May 3, 2006

Spectating near home

Filed under: Personal, Pics, Art, Travel, Lists

Some I’ve been to, others not. I’ll be updating this as I find more.

Stanford Sculpture Garden and Rodin Collection


(from www.tow.com)

 

Quent Cordair Fine Art Gallery

 

The Mechanics Monument - Market and Bush Sts, downtown SF

 

Cal football stadium while empty

 

The Hillside School

The Hyatt, San Francisco
(it’s like being in The Fifth Element, I swear.)

 

Riding the 35-floor exterior elevators at the Westin St. Francis Hotel, San Francisco. I think it’s the closest you can get to flying in downtown SF, apart from base-jumping, and I won’t be taking that up any time soon. I fancy my life and not being in jail.






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