Sunrise Services

Easter morning, I got up early, and attended sunrise services at the church of the spoken wheel. I biked in the Park. The chance of rain on Sunday was 100%, but in the morning the rain held off and there were even fleeting glimpses of sunshine through the clouds. Touring the Park, I got 16 miles.

It being Easter Sunday, the Saint Louis chapter of the horseless carriage society was holding their annual car show in the Park. This year was the 50th anniversary of this show. In truth it is two shows in one. On the upper Muny lot, the classic cars convene, while on the lower Muny lot, the modified cars, the so-called hot rods, can be found. The picture with this post is of one of these lower lot hot rods. On this gray day, even its orange paint job looks muted.

Since I had biked to the Park, I had a bicycle, which caused some of the car owners no end of concern. I was cautioned to be careful several times. So, I took to locking up this unruly beast and touring the car show on foot. This seemed to make the car owners happier, but also increased my geek factor.

On my way out, I encountered a couple backing out a 1963 Chrysler Turbine Car. The man was backing it out of a covered car carrier. It made the distinctive whine of a jet engine. He backed it up about 100’, but when he went to put it into drive, the engine died, again with the distinctive fading whine of a jet engine shutting down. The couple pushed it back towards the trailer, eschewing my offer of help. They pushed it close enough and then the man busied himself with the trailer’s winch. They planned to display it where it sat and then winch it to safety, when the rain came. I noticed that the truck hauling the trailer was a county parks and recreation vehicle, but that didn’t mean anything to me until later. I Googled the car and discovered that the Saint Louis Museum of Transportation owns one of the few remaining examples of this car, Chrysler owns the rest. Here is the Wiki page on this car, interesting reading.

On Saturday night, Chris and Sandi organized a dinner party at the Schlafly Bottleworks in Maplewood. There were about twenty-five of us in attendance, mostly Team Kaldi’s members. Sandi and Chris were celebrating their 15th wedding anniversary and Chris was also celebrating his 50th birthday. The party was organized as a “beer dinner”. Not too surprising, since the Bottleworks is a brewery.  The dinner offered a tasting menu, with six or more courses. The items offered were ones not usually found on the Bottleworks’ menu and each course was paired with a different beer. The food was good, the company was great and the beer wasn’t too bad either. :lol: Anne and I both had a good time and enjoyed celebrating Chris and Sandi’s milestones.

The Nose Knows

The Saint Louis Art Museum has an exhibit of prints, by William Kentridge, entitled Nose. Nose is a series of thirty prints inspired by Nikolai Gogol’s short story The Nose. The Metropolitan Opera commissioned Kentridge to direct a modern interpretation of Shostakovich’s opera, by the same name. The tale of the story begins with a Russian bureaucrat, waking up one morning to find that his nose is mysteriously missing. The absurdist narrative follows the journey of the protagonist to locate his nose. In the print exhibit, Kentridge elaborates on Gogol’s tale by picturing the nose independent of the face, “free to make its own way in the world.” I have chosen Nose 28 as a representative for this exhibit. Here is the museum’s explanation of this work.

In a nod to Russian Constructivist posters, Kentridge makes an energetic composition out of the red letters, “XA.” He was drawn to this phrase because it was designated in the singer’s transcript of Shostakovich’s opera “The Nose” as a cue for laughter – an important musical element in that production. Kentridge sees laughter and the absurd in art as “an active and productive way of understanding the world.”

 I’ve offered up this Russian absurdist interlude only as prelude to my discussion of this week in American politics. I’m speaking of the Kabuki Theater that is our nation’s budgetary process. You know though, Kabuki Theater has become so overused these days that I’m switching to Russian absurdist theater, the new Kabuki Theater. [Note: need to polish that new part.]

So brave Odysseus sailed the ship of state, between the twin terrors of Scylla and Charybdis and brought us safely again to calm waters. Except that is not the way that Homer wrote it and that is not what happened last week. In the book, Odysseus had himself lashed to the mast so that he could hear the sirens song, but still resist it. If by resisting, you equate being forcibly restrained, then by leadership, you must also equate this last week’s proceedings, because in neither case was freewill involved. I’ll leave it to the reader to cast the part of Odysseus, but I will offer up two, President Barack Obama and Speaker John Boehner.

Casting Barack Obama as Odysseus requires also casting Jimmy Carter and Bill Clinton as Scylla and Charybdis. One president he does not want to become and one president that he would never be. One wailing a song of warning, one singing softly, come here, baby. Strapped to the mast of his presidency, Obama is confined from freely choosing anything that will jeopardize 2012.

With John Boehner the whirlpools lie within his own party. Will he be able to sail down the mainstream or be sucked down to the right? With many more budget battles yet to be fought, not even Delphi could predict the fate of Boehner as Odysseus, but as the sole elected, national leader of the Republican party, he has to balance party politics and our nation’s business. Maybe he too relishes the opportunity to be strapped to the mast and let the fates decide all?

I heard a good joke about Boehner. He has been known to show his emotions. Being a conservative, you could call him a compassionate conservative, but like Kabuki Theater, that is so over worked, how about, emoticon? ;-)

Kayak Coffee

After Friday’s late night, people only started moving slowly on Saturday morning. After mid-morning coffee, Bob left to hangout with his son Andrew. Andrew is attending Fontbonne and is scheduled to graduate at the end of this year. Anne and I went to REI and we went shopping, mainly new clothes, although I did get new bike tires. After returning home, we lunched and then launched towards the Park. We saw lots of people, saw lots of birds and felt lots of heat, 89 °F. On the way back home, we laid over at Kayak Coffee.

Kayak was acquired last year by Kaldi’s Coffee, our MS-150 team sponsor. Situated kiddy-corner to Washington University and with a Metrolink stop on its doorstep, one couldn’t ask for a better location for a coffee shop. On mid-Saturday afternoon, the place was overrun with students. We finally found a table and plopped down with a pair of iced coffees.  They really hit the spot and made the last two miles much more pleasant than they would have been.

Bob and I went over to Shaw Park in Clayton, to watch Andrew and the Fontbonne tennis team play. Unfortunately, Andrew didn’t win. Afterwards, Bob and Andrew went to Ted Drewes, again. I came hope to write this. Anne took the Nuts Over Plaid photo, which I really love. I took the egrets and of course the one of Anne on a bike.

Joe’s Place

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A stormed loomed over our normally tranquil domicile on Saturday morning. This was strange, because both the forecast and the view out of the window looked all sunny and bright. The taxman had come to town and Anne had to deal with him. I however, went biking in the Park. I launched at ten. At not quite sixty, bike shorts and a shirtsleeve were a bit chilly, but a bit of cardio fixed that up. The Park was both beautiful and crowded. The slide show captures some of the springtime sights. Not pictured, were this year’s Muny flags, flapping in the breeze. Also, the Forest Park Shuttle has new brightly colored buses this year, they were tooling around. In order to alleviate congestion at the I-64/Hampton entrance to the Park, traffic is being diverted towards the Muny lots. To my mind, this has just extended the zoo traffic further into the rest of the Park.

I returned home to find Anne still working on the taxes. I showered and shoved off to run errands, library, grocery and hardware, big box hardware. I bought a light bulb to put in the front porch light, a bunch of stuff that I probably don’t need and about 300 pounds of dirt, at about a dollar per twenty pounds. Changing the light bulb turned into a project, 70-year-old wiring replacement may be the result. About all I can really claim as progress is unloading the car.

Joe’s Place is the Maplewood-Richmond Heights School District’s group home for students, who find themselves homeless. Saturday night, we attended the première of the documentary about Joe’s Place. It was both moving and uplifting. I found it so, knowing only some of the principles. Anne knew all of the participants and this must have made it especially moving for her. The show is expected to be shown on TV, and is expected to snag, at least, some Emmy recognition. The movie centers on the initial three seniors in the program. All three do graduate and attend college. According to the film, there are 1500 homeless high school students in Saint Louis and 1.5 million nationally, and only a fraction of homeless students ever graduate from high school. I feel proud as a taxpayer to have helped fund such a successful program as Joe’s Place. Anne and I are proud that we live and she works in such an enlightened community.

German Expressionism

Staring before 1848, German immigrants emigrated to Missouri in general and Saint Louis in particular. Missouri’s broad rivers and their accompanying valleys reminded these then new Americans of their native Rhine and other river valleys. The revolutionary year of 1848 only accelerated this emigration. The failed revolutions of that year unleashed an avalanche of German and central European intellectuals, idealists and revolutionaries, who fled the retribution that was soon meted out by the hereditary regimes that had and continued to rule most of Europe. Many of these immigrants grew and prospered here in Saint Louis.

Saint Louis in general was a beneficiary of the work and effort of these German immigrants. The Saint Louis Art Museum was a rather particular beneficiary of Saint Louis’ German-American heritage. One after another prominent Saint Louisan family bequeathed their artwork collections to the museum. Eventually, the museum found itself with one of the première collections of modern German art. This aspect of the museum’s collection is so important, that even now, at the height of the construction of the new wing, German Expressionism still commands a large gallery of the still functioning art museum. The accompanying pictures and the following text are devoted to German Expressionist art. The following text is from a placard in the gallery.

At the beginning of the 20th century, avant-garde German artists pursued a new visual language known as Expressionism, which was characterized by intense color, exaggerated imagery, and agitated brushstrokes. The two pivotal Expressionist movements were Die Brücke (The Bridge) centered in Dresden and Berlin from 1905 to 1913, and Der Blaue Reiter (The Blue Rider), active in Munich from 1911 to 1914.

Die Brücke, led by Ernst Ludwig Kirchner, Karl Schmidt-Rottluff, and Erich Heckel, favored the use of vivid colors, strong linear effects, and bold outlines. They were inspired variously by German Renaissance art, Post-Impressionism, Fauvism, Cubism and African and Oceanic art. Brücke artists depicted familiar people, places, and experiences with emotional forces and an almost raw effect. Their subjective response addressed both the frenetic pace of modern urban life, and the tranquility of idyllic retreats.

Der Blaue Reiter believed that art expresses spiritual truth. Its practitioners employed different styles to achieve these aims as evidenced by Wassily Kandinsky’s radically simplified, nearly abstract paintings, and Franz Marc’s interlocking planes of color. These artists engaged the world in order to transcend it.

The Saint Louis Art Museum has engraved upon the lintel above its entrance, its motto, Dedicated to Art and Free to All. It was engraved there for the opening of the 1904 World’s Fair. Many a pretty young woman has worn that motto across their chest since then. Admission is always free to any museum gift shop. This motto extends to the museum’s permission for photography of its permanent collection. It is this permission that has allowed me to photograph and present these works of art. In our ever more proprietary world, where copyright rules supreme, this freedom to express, is a welcomed echo of the freedom sought, by those early German immigrants, so many years ago.

Forest Park Owls

After Saturday morning’s housework and errands, Anne retired upstairs to the sew-larium and I in turned descended to the bike-cave and hopped aboard the bike-mobile and rolled out the basement door. Heading east on Wydown, I rode to the Park. After three-quarters of the way around the bike trail, I decided to do some road work. I soon saw signs advertising a Mardi Gras event at the Worlds Fair Pavilion. I decided to ride over there and check it out.

On my way there I bumped into Mark Glenshaw of Forest Park Owls. I first met Mark back in 2009 when he and Edward Crim of Forest Park 365 fame were observing two Great Horned Owls named Sarah and Charles. I saw Mark again last spring when he was again observing this pair. Last year it was later and there were three owlets to be seen too. February is too early to see owlets, but Mark did point out for me Charles and then he showed me their nest. I didn’t have a very good camera with me on the ride, but I tried taking a few pictures. For this post though, I’ve recycled a shot of Charles from 2009.

Rodents of Owl Hill, Beware!

Mark’s dedication to his very particular birding pursuit is awesome to behold. In the few minutes that I spoke with him he recounted a complete history of Charles and Sarah’s hunting, mating and nesting behavior so far this year. Earlier this month, during the ice storm he was out there on watch. On his blog, Mark recounts various hunting incidents involving his owls and various URO (Unidentified Rodent Objects). According to Mark, Charles and Sarah’s love life has been very active this year, much more so than normal. The owls nest in trees and they move from tree to tree between years. This year they had picked out one tree for their nest, but then at the last-minute, and after a frantic search, they moved to another one. I’m sure they’ll do fine, as they have in the past.

After I left Mark, I cruised by the Mardi Gras event, but after having had an opportunity to commune with nature and with one of man’s more gentle souls, it just seemed crass, so I rode on. I got 15 miles. I hope that tomorrow, I can drag Anne out on her bike too. Then I can show her what Mark showed me.

Aaron Douglas

This post is founded upon a visit I made to the Saint Louis Art Museum in January. It focuses upon the works of the African-American artist Aaron Douglas. This post is made possible by the policies of the Saint Louis Art Museum. The Museum permits photography of almost all of its galleries. More importantly though is its freedom of access. The Museum’s motto is carved above its door, “Dedicated to Art and Free to All”, which means free admission. Aaron Douglas’s artwork is on display in Gallery 321 until April 10, 2011. I hope that you can see all of his works on display, with your own eyes.

Aaron Douglas was a leading figure of the Harlem Renaissance, a cultural movement during which the arts flourished among New York’s booming population of African-American intellectuals. Douglas and his contemporaries created art and literature rooted in the experiences of African-Americans and in themes of political change and social uplift.

Douglas’s simplified, silhouetted figures, flat planes of color, and bold geometric patterns incorporated elements of modernism, but were also strongly influenced by the art of West Africa and ancient Egypt. He sought to create art that was not only formally innovative, but also addressed the lives of African-Americans, a subject largely ignored in American art. Like other artists of the Harlem Renaissance, Douglas helped construct a new paradigm for a positive African-American identity through his work, acknowledging the historical achievements and ongoing contributions of African-Americans to modern culture and society.

Born and raised in Topeka, Kansas, Douglas moved to Harlem in 1925 and immediately engaged with the artistic, literary, and scholarly scene he encountered. His visually striking paintings and murals brought great acclaim, as did his collaborations on illustrated books, periodicals and folios with celebrated poets and authors such as Langston Hughes, Countee Cullen, and Alain Locke.

Douglas exerted a powerful influence upon later generations of artists through both his teaching position at Fisk University, which he held from 1938 to 1966, and his artwork.

Dance demonstrates Douglas’s interest in celebrating Harlem nightlife and the contributions African-Americans have made to American culture. He captures the energy of a pair of dancers by surrounding them with wavy lines and overlaying the entire image with a series of concentric circles. Douglas also employs banana leaves as a framing device and an allusion to the dancers’ African heritage. Douglas wanted to connect jazz, the dancers, and his own role as an artist to a larger cultural tradition with its roots in Africa.

Douglas references the historical oppression of African-Americans with this monochromatic representation of a chain gang, rendered in the artist’s characteristic style. The workers wield pickaxes, while the sedentary bosses in the foreground hold firearms, confirmation that the scene depicts forced labor. In some areas of the South at the turn of the century, officials would arrest African-Americans on false charges. These prisoners were forced into hard labor, a practice that served as an institutionalized mechanism for exploiting African-Americans after the abolition of slavery. 

Noah’s Ark is related to an illustration Douglas created for James Weldon Johnson’s God’s Trombones, a book of poetry based upon the sermons of African-American preachers. Douglas wanted to provide an alternative to earlier Christian art, in which people of African descent were either depicted as servants or not represented at all. In this work, Noah stands at the bow of the ark as supplies and animals are loaded into the ship. A beam of light extending from the corner of the painting emphasizes Noah’s connection to God, while wavy lines and lightning bolts refer to storms to come.