Framing a Modern Masterpiece

Last Tuesday, when Anne and I visited the Missouri History Museum to see their new exhibit of American Indian art, A Splendid Heritage, there was another new exhibit there too. Setup under the replica of the Spirit of Saint Louis was the traveling exhibit for the project: Framing a Modern Masterpiece – The City + The Arch + The River – 2015. This is the formal name for what is colloquially known as the plan to redesign the Arch’s grounds. The Arch or the Jefferson National Expansion Memorial as it is also more formally known has been around for fifty years. Its original landscaping plan was never fully implemented and frankly it is time for a few changes.

Framing a Modern Masterpiece is a five-year, $578M plan to improve and expand the Arch’s grounds. Earlier this year, the organization of, City + Arch + River chose a designer and a design and is now engaged in socializing their plan and garnering civic support for it. It already has federal, state (Missouri and Illinois) and municipal government support. Salient aspects of the improvement plan include more closely integrating the Arch and its grounds with the city of Saint Louis; increasing the footprint of the Arch by increasing the space within Saint Louis; and expanding and better connecting the Arch grounds on the Illinois side of the Mississippi River. Here are a few of the particulars:

  • Adding 16 acres of new park space on the Missouri side of the river; adding 50 acres of Illinois land as National Park and the potential for further land acquisitions; and 25 acres of landscape improvements on the Arch grounds.
  • Covering of the I-70 expressway, which is now a moat between the Arch grounds and Saint Louis; adding 3.5 miles of new pedestrian pathways creating universal access across the project area; and building a mile long gondola ride from the south end of the Arch grounds to Illinois.
  • The construction of a new 100,000 square-feet pavilion with shade canopy and animated fountain elements centered on the Illinois side Gateway Geyser; Replacing a 4 acre parking garage with community oriented landscape; and the addition of a carousel.

It is a broad, bold and free-ranging plan. It has many elements, more than I have mentioned here, but it is not funded yet. Funding will become the determining element of the future success of this plan. In these tight economic times, where government is retrenching, setting off on such a plan as this may seem almost foolhardy to some. Those that think so, don’t know Saint Louis.

Ten miles to the west of the Arch is the prototype for the Arch’s redevelopment plan. I’m speaking of Forest Park. In 1993, the beginning of $100+M was raised to redevelop Forest Park, the largest redevelopment fund for a municipal park. Both private and public money was raised in a near 50/50 split. Forest Park may be the crown jewel of Saint Louis, but the Arch is a monument of national significance. It casts a much wider net. This plan is the bi-state area’s next great challenge. I look forward to the day when we have risen to meet it.

The Vine

For February, Sunday’s weather was gorgeous, 70+ degrees. Sunday’s weather would have been a top ten-day in Saint Louis, any month of the year. Anne and I got out on our bikes, rode around town and saw a couple of things. Anne and I rode 11 miles in 1 hour and 1 minute and felt like lunch.

On the way to South Grand and lunch at The Vine, we stopped off and saw Charles the Great Horned Owl, featured in yesterday’s post. He was still sitting on his favorite branch, in his favorite tree, right where I saw him on Saturday. Next, I showed Anne their nest. No sign of Sarah, but we did see lots of furry owl pellets, yummy looking and just before lunchtime.

The Vine is a Lebanese style, Mediterranean café, market and hookah lounge. I’m not sure how the hookah part works or even if it is still working, what with Saint Louis’ new smoking ban. We ate outside on the café’s sidewalk. The place was crowded, so the service was slow, but the food was excellent. We shared a fattoush salad, adorned with chicken shawarma meat. The salad was mixed greens with a spiced oil and vinegar dressing. The chicken was also pleasantly spiced. Anne had a banana smoothie with dates and I had a small pot of Lebanese coffee, both thick and strong. We also shared pita bread with hummus. The Vine serves pitas that are so light and fluffy; they just melt in your mouth. We had two appetizers and two drinks for less than $20.

The Vine’s name and logo, a bunch of grapes, might suggest a wine list. This is not the case. The Vine’s menu is halal and the only beer and wine on the menu is of the non-alcoholic variety. Plenty of ethnic beverages like the Lebanese coffee are available along with American fare.

After lunch, Anne and I rode another 11 miles in 1 hour and 1 minute and felt like the Three Little Pigs, what with a tailwind huffing and puffing and blowing us wee-wee-wee all the way home. Maybe also, we didn’t need to order that hummus and pitas? Mileages are accurate, times are approximate; as in I don’t have a clue. It is not like we had to be anywhere anyway. 😉

The rains have cleared in Monterey and Chris has been able to supply another photograph for this post. It is a sunset photo, an HDR photo, actually 10 photos combined into one. Anne and I view it as three pictures in one. You have the sky, and then you have the sea with the rocks and then in the foreground you have the pickleweed or ice plants.

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.

Lefty Loosey, Righty Tighty

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I was thinking of an out-and-out political rant, hence this post’s title. God knows, there is plenty to complain about what with wing-nuts of both stripes running wild in the streets these days. Good news from Dave, convinced me to temper my rant. So what you have left is a couple of political jokes and some exciting family news. Enjoy!

The good news is that last week Egyptian president Hosni Mubarak lost power. The bad news is that he is being replaced by his egregiously incompetent son, Hosni W. Mubarak. – David Letterman [Thanks Perma-Bear!]

Anne was the elementary school music teacher on Friday. In addition to band, she also did a little song and dance and then there was discipline: I don’t care if beans are the musical fruit; we do not make fart noises in class. The pictures with this post are Anne’s from her trip last Sunday to the Missouri Botanical Gardens. Her photos have a decidedly wintry tilt. This is now much in contrast to the intervening week’s weather, what with highs in the sixties and seventies.

I am on a train to Baltimore right now for a conference. But I wanted to let you know that I got my first acceptance letter! Drexel [Philly] thinks I got what it takes. As of right now I’m just accepted and don’t have a research assistantship or any funding but the letter included a link I should go to apply for that. I’ll keep you updated as I find things out. – Dave

This is Dave’s first acceptance. He struck out last fall, but snagged an intern’s slot at NIH instead. He cast his net a bit wider this time. He applied to ten different institutions. Next week, he has a campus visit to Purdue.

And in Missouri, Republican state Sen. Jane Cunningham has introduced a bill that would eliminate her state’s child labor laws. Well, yeah, I mean, why should the 10-year-olds in China be getting all the good factory jobs? – Jay Leno

This bill would legalize employment for children under the age of 14, end inspections of facilities employing children, and remove restrictions on the number of hours a child may work. Cunningham represents the Saint Louis suburb of Chesterfield. I doubt that any of her constituents will be having their children work in factories, but as investment bankers, I could see that.

Print Is Dead

“Print is dead” – Dr. Egon Spengler, Ghostbusters

Earlier this week we received a letter from Dave. A novelty, it contained nothing too interesting, just some tax documents. What caught my interest was the stamp on the envelope. It featured the 2010 USPS stamp commemorating the comic strip, Calvin and Hobbes. It is pictured above.

Our two boys, Daniel and David, grew up reading this daily strip in the paper. Long after the comic strip ended and longer still since either of them had been six; they still enjoyed reading the books that collected Bill Watterson’s works. Many a long car trip went much smoother with a stack of these books in-between our two boys. Later Aunt Jane gifted this family with the massive three-volume set, The Complete Calvin and Hobbes.

Most if not all of our Calvin and Hobbes books were purchased at a Borders Bookstore. Even though it was a gift, I know that The Complete Calvin and Hobbes was purchased there too. This week Borders filed for bankruptcy. A company’s failure is never a pleasant event. I spent thirteen-years riding down my first employer’s demise, years that added little to my retirement.

Any subscriber to the Saint Louis Post-Dispatch has seen the diminution of our newspaper. It is now only a shade of its former self. This is indicative of the overall decline of the newspaper industry. I doubt that Mr. Watterson would now be able to make his money, in eleven years, like he did back then.

In general, hardcopy media is suffering. Between the twin demons of Napster and iTunes the music recording industry has all but collapsed. This probably contributed to Borders problems too. The movie industry has erected barricades, which have helped, but internet and wireless bandwidth limitations have probably been more of an obstacle. Technology will eventually leapfrog these walls and lay bare Hollywood’s defenses to digital discounting.

Because the music recording industry has fallen so far, so fast, it now finds itself ahead of the curve. Going digital will never support the industry that was. Just like after the fall of the dinosaurs, only the smaller creatures will thrive. Many independent musical acts have already made this transition. They have become their own general contractors. They arrange their bookings, organize their tours and manage their own recordings. This throws more work on the shoulders of the artist and little of this new workload is artistic, it is all business. Still, musicians are making a living this way.

Online book publishing is flourishing. Outfits like Lulu, allow anyone to become their own publisher. Successful authors already have to split their time between writing and promoting. Multi-city book tours are the norm. As any author will tell you, at each stop, each volume is sold, one book at a time.

Dr. Spengler or whoever really first said that print is dead was wrong. A medium may wax or wane, but it is the current system that purveys the message that is dead. Like old Soviet central control, big music and now big bookstores are obsolete. Small and nimble is the new game in town. Like a Phoenix from its ashes a new book industry will arise. As long as there are new artists like Bill Watterson and new artworks like Calvin and Hobbes, people will buy them.

The Divine Mrs. Laurie

The above photograph shows the storefront of Mrs. Laurie, a fortune-teller. Her storefront is located on Cannery Row. Her front window placard advertises palm readings for $10 and tarot for $20. Anne questioned what the $40 complete readings entailed. $10 plus $20 equals $30, and not $40. Anne quipped, “Maybe, it is there to divine customers that can’t add?” 😉

Mrs. Laurie advertises, “European Psychic Readings”. Not being a connoisseur of the fortune-telling business, I could not even guess at what the differences are between European and American psychic readings, but I always prefer to Buy American, whenever possible. I also question the discrepancy in Mrs. Laurie’s name, between her neon sign and the placard. The neon sign bills her as a married woman. The placard is more ambiguous with the title of Ms. I wonder if there is a story there? I also noticed that she takes credit cards. Her tag line is, “You tell her nothing. She’ll tell you all!” I can only imagine after a $40 reading what her reaction would be if I hold my credit card up to my forehead and announce, “I am thinking of a 16-digit account number, a 4-digit expiration date and a security code.” If she rings me up, I’ll gladly cut my card in two.

In 1984 the California Supreme Court struck down the state law outlawing fortune-telling on a First Amendment basis. I’ve been somewhat snarky about Mrs. Laurie’s business. I was just exercising my First Amendment rights too. I asked Anne, “What if she reads this and then sues me?” Anne replied, “If she has a case, then she probably already knew all about it, before you wrote it.”

Below is a picture of the Monterey Canning Company building. Like all of Cannery Row’s canneries, this one went out of business when over-fishing killed the once thriving fishing industry in Monterey Bay. The Monterey Canning Company building is now a shopping mall.

There still is a working fishing industry in Monterey Bay, but it is no longer located in Monterey. These days’ commercial fishermen base out of Moss Landing, located halfway between Monterey and Santa Cruz. They mainly fish for squid now. You can see them at times from the 1000’ vantage point of our parent’s house. The boats lineup at night, and face each other in two parallel lines, much like two football teams, before the snap. They lower their nets well below the surface. Then they all switch-on bright lights and shine them at the surface of the water. The lights attract the squid. Then on cue the boats simultaneously raise their nets and scoop up the dazzled cephalopods.

Chris has furnished the two photographs with this post. Look for them soon on his gallery page, on this website, under Chris’s Camera.