Archive for October, 2007

Fall Ball 2007

Sunday, October 21st, 2007

The Fall Ball is a contra dance held annually at the Town House in Peterborough, New Hampshire. It runs 12 hours, from noon to midnight, with four bands and callers in turn. The hall is huge, and has a wonderful balcony. It’s a real pleasure to dance in, and the dancers are incredibly good.

I’d never been, before yesterday. The experience was wonderful, and I would go back in a heartbeat.

The balcony allows a large number of people to sit out, watch, and socialize. There are diners and cafes around, and it feels more like a festival. In contrast, the Dawn Dance is almost a religious experience.

For those so interested, I’ve posted a gallery of the best photos from Fall Ball 07.

Dancing Yellow Lines

Wednesday, October 17th, 2007

I’m driving home. It’s late, after a long day of programming and dance. Alt rock on the radio, and the rhythmic clicking of bones roll through the warm air. It’s cold outside, and the windows are up. The soft whir of air-conditioned heat barely intrudes over the quiet moan and thud of the tires.

The lines are dancing.
Rolling and weaving,
Soft yellow circles
Dancing through the night.
Flick, flick, flick,
They race past my window.
Looping, circling, linked together.

I smile as I watch them. The miles click by, I’ll be home soon. I stop for a moment to let them catch their breath while I open the window and feel the cool wind on my face. They’re a little quieter now, waiting for the right moment to start their siren dance once again.

Little Haystack

Tuesday, October 16th, 2007

Last week, we had a grand plan to hike up into the white mountains for three days over the weekend. The weather, always fickle, seemed to give us space to hike Saturday, Sunday, and Monday.

Rain and snow showers were predicted with a mild probability, and we decided to go anyway.

It was absolutely spectacular. I took over 400 pictures.

As we started to approach the peak, other hikers said the trail was extremely slick near the top. It was very warm, in the mid 50s, and where we were, everything was soaking, dripping wet. After a while, we discovered that the wetness was melting ice, ice that covered the tops of the trees in a thick layer.

In the mountains, freezing temperatures mean freezing fog.

When we reached the top, the wind was stunningly cold. We took a group photo of us in t-shirts, and turned around. If we had continued, we would have had a 3-hour hike along a completely exposed ridge. If that ridge iced over the following day, we would probably not have been able to hike out on Monday.

I uploaded several of the best photos from that hike to a separate gallery page.

Oh God, make it stop

Tuesday, October 16th, 2007

The woman instructing the class down the hall is one of the most obnoxious, emotionally disturbed people I have ever had the misfortune to encounter.

I cannot describe in written words the nuances of tone that grate my ears. Think schoolteacher, so sickly sweet you want to punch her in the face for being an offense to all humanity.

You haven’t lived until you’ve met someone like that. Seriously.

“And the password is, 1, u, 3, 5, e, and oh my! It’s an uppercase U! You have to watch out for those!”

Someone sneezed. “Bless you!” …….. “A THANK YOU WOULD BE APPROPRIATE!”

… “for twenty dollars more, you can stay in my hotel!” Did she seriously say that? oh god please make it stop.

“…if I do it this way [blah blah] …but, but!  Look at me! [blah]“  Mocking cruelty all day.  She talks as if they’re stupid children.

I cannot stand this woman.

Also, her perfume stinks, and it’s not even a nice smell.

Gone Dancing

Saturday, October 13th, 2007

That was absolutely the best, most stupendous, amazing, wonderful dance in the history of mankind. Fortunately, there will be even better ones in the future.

I want to hear Nils Fredland call for Nightingale. That’s a dance that would bring God down to play.

Gone Camping

Friday, October 12th, 2007

I’m going into the woods for three days in the area of Mt. Lafayette in New Hampshire.  Should be back Monday afternoon.

New Nikon D40

Wednesday, October 10th, 2007

dsc_0010-1232.jpgOK, so I finally purchased an entry-level dSLR after a considerable amount of research and eBay sniping. dsc_0037-1425.jpgSo far, it’s wonderful. I finally get to take pictures that are pretty! No more sun burns! Things I like about this camera a whole lot; fast shutter release, excellent low-light performance, fast power on, small charger, manual zoom lense, independent AE/AF locks, fast autofocus, fast continuous shooting, standard USB-mini connector, excellent battery life, and let’s not forget low cost!

dsc_0031-1350.jpgdsc_0034-1316.jpgMy brothers, practicing floorwork after a hard crossfit workout. Brothers will be brothers!

I finally get to play with proper depth of field! I haven’t been able to really work DoF since I stopped using my DSC-F717 a couple years ago. This is extremely awesome!

Finally, three pictures from home and about;

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Contrasts

Monday, October 1st, 2007

RetroI listen to underground hip-hop on 90.3 on the way to dance in the evening, and then the folk program on the way home later in the evening, and I note down and find artists from both.

3 Cats and a DogI’ve danced every day since last Monday. Seven straight days. This is in addition to programming full time and maintaining a couple side programming projects.

New Haven ContraPeg Hall invited me down to the New Haven advanced contra on Saturday. It was a good group, if small, and a bit older. My pictures didn’t come out at all! New camera was at JFK this morning. I can’t wait to get it!

Bob MerriamWe went to the Yankee Steam Up on Saturday. It was awesome, as usual. Some excellent pictures, including this one of Bob Merriam. I love that place. Of course, I had to get the t-shirt.

dsc07845-1048.jpgThere’s something romantic about steam power. The soft whoosh of the steam billowing through exhaust pipes. Dripping water everywhere, the smell of machine oil permeates the warm air. A touch of coal smoke. The gentle thudding of massive iron moving smoothly in well-oiled tracks. The huge flywheel casts flickering shadows in the steamy light. A thing of beauty, powerful, old, and absolutely, totally, completely awesome!