Distance: 0
Ciwt's place.
Wednesday, December 4, 2019
Waiting for Carpet to Dry --- Day 8/240
Walk: No,Stairs and Other Carpets too wet
Distance: 0
Annual Carpet Cleaning prevents office (and other rooms) access. Catch you another, dry day around
Ciwt's place.
Distance: 0
Ciwt's place.
Tuesday, December 3, 2019
Rocket Art --- Day 8/239
Walk: PGCC, Hood
Distance: 3 miles, exercise class, private training
So now modern art is so advanced it's become rocket science. Good luck to (non-techie) Ciwt when she presents SFMOMA's latest exhibition, Far Out*, to her art tour group next week.
Distance: 3 miles, exercise class, private training
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| National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA) and David Clark Company Space Shuttle Advanced Crew, 114, refabricated 2018 Nomex, nylon, Gore-Tex, neoprene, aluminium, steel, Teflon, and Velcro |
So now modern art is so advanced it's become rocket science. Good luck to (non-techie) Ciwt when she presents SFMOMA's latest exhibition, Far Out*, to her art tour group next week.
* Far Out: Suits, Habs, and Labs for Outer Space
SFMOMA July 20, 2019 - January 20, 2020
Monday, December 2, 2019
Work at Last --- Day 8/238
Walk: No, Rain, Cold, Monday Computer Stuff
Distance: 0, Yoga
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| Roy Lichtenstein, print based on a frame from Girls' Romances comic book, 1994 |
Sunday, December 1, 2019
Change Happens; Ciwt Notices --- Day 8/238
Walk: AMC Kubiki (Knives Out)
Distance: 2 miles, yoga stretch
Yippee a Traffic Jam! Throngs of families and dogs in town for the Union Square Tree Lighting Ceremony, Terrific! Broken elevators, non-working stoplights, fire trucks, Bring It On!!
This is how Ciwt was feeling when she needed to go downtown immediately after getting off the plane from Palm Springs. Her attitude was a bit startling because encounters like those above usually trigger thoughts of moving to some sort of bucolic place, if one still exists. Well, it does - in the desert, an hour south by Alaska Airlines and oh boy, does Ciwt find it dull apparently.
After years and years (read decades and decades) of training, turns out Ciwt resonates more deeply to chaos, challenge, a vast variety of people all making their own ways on the planet than to the calm beauty of swaying palm trees, green golf courses and agreeably similar people congregating at their country club homes. Barely making it through the Broadway mobs in New York with eyes glued to her friend leading her into the underground maze that is the subway system is now Ciwt's preferred lifestyle. This from a girl who grew up in the midst of those golf courses and well-heeled, like minded people - and loved it.
The change in values or what interests her (or something) was barely perceptible. And the fact that now the shift is quite pronounced wasn't something she noticed until just this Friday when she made - and Relished - that impossible trip downtown. Her best guess is it began in earnest when she felt done with and decided to leave the totally innocent, gorgeous, utterly protected Sun Valley. There her biggest decisions were what blue jeans to wear all day, which wax to use for the snow that day, what runs to take when she took the private bus over to the ski hill. That was pretty much it, and it worked for her like a charm for 4.5 out of 5 years.
Then, one day (literally), it was completely over. All the high fives, 'how ya hittin them's,' waves of bliss as she took in the perfectly clear air, gazed at the majestic (and protective) peaks, marvelled at her luck to be able to live in the sports and beauty wonderland of the world. It was all gone; overnight it was just 'meh.' This was unexpected, utterly unsettling and scary actually.
For six months she tried to the very best of her ability to fall in love with place again. But the spell - the drug or something - that was bucolic wilderness had worn off. For lack of anything else to do and with no particular goal except just leaving her now ex love, she came to San Francisco. The thought was maybe she'd 'find herself' and locate that next bucolic place. Perhaps Paris, she'd heard Paris was nice, and people loved European skiing. So, she sort of stumbled into buying her small home for relative peanuts (but a stretch her) and figured it would be fine for the two years or so until she figured out her next move.
Come this January, that will have been 40 years ago. She is still in the 'temporary' home and would probably stand at the door with a shotgun if anyone forced her to move. Every inch of it is her history. Every inch a memory, a decision, visiting friends, pairs of cats that became one cat, then none, then another pair.
Staying has NOT been easy. San Francisco's growing pains over the many years have been those of Ciwt and all who have stayed - or just arrived for that matter. The Bay Area has it all for us, but it is NOT an easy place to live. (It was once). Ciwt - and all of us probably - fought all the changes we encounter(ed) on a daily basis, but at some point they became the very fabric of our lives. Wrestling with homeless, housing, traffic, income disparity and other exceedingly challenging issues is just who we are now. Or who Ciwt is as she finally learned after returning from her bucolic weekend in the desert.
And on last Friday afternoon, Ciwt actually said "Okay, Bring It On!" (sort of)
Distance: 2 miles, yoga stretch
Yippee a Traffic Jam! Throngs of families and dogs in town for the Union Square Tree Lighting Ceremony, Terrific! Broken elevators, non-working stoplights, fire trucks, Bring It On!!
This is how Ciwt was feeling when she needed to go downtown immediately after getting off the plane from Palm Springs. Her attitude was a bit startling because encounters like those above usually trigger thoughts of moving to some sort of bucolic place, if one still exists. Well, it does - in the desert, an hour south by Alaska Airlines and oh boy, does Ciwt find it dull apparently.
After years and years (read decades and decades) of training, turns out Ciwt resonates more deeply to chaos, challenge, a vast variety of people all making their own ways on the planet than to the calm beauty of swaying palm trees, green golf courses and agreeably similar people congregating at their country club homes. Barely making it through the Broadway mobs in New York with eyes glued to her friend leading her into the underground maze that is the subway system is now Ciwt's preferred lifestyle. This from a girl who grew up in the midst of those golf courses and well-heeled, like minded people - and loved it.
The change in values or what interests her (or something) was barely perceptible. And the fact that now the shift is quite pronounced wasn't something she noticed until just this Friday when she made - and Relished - that impossible trip downtown. Her best guess is it began in earnest when she felt done with and decided to leave the totally innocent, gorgeous, utterly protected Sun Valley. There her biggest decisions were what blue jeans to wear all day, which wax to use for the snow that day, what runs to take when she took the private bus over to the ski hill. That was pretty much it, and it worked for her like a charm for 4.5 out of 5 years.
Then, one day (literally), it was completely over. All the high fives, 'how ya hittin them's,' waves of bliss as she took in the perfectly clear air, gazed at the majestic (and protective) peaks, marvelled at her luck to be able to live in the sports and beauty wonderland of the world. It was all gone; overnight it was just 'meh.' This was unexpected, utterly unsettling and scary actually.
For six months she tried to the very best of her ability to fall in love with place again. But the spell - the drug or something - that was bucolic wilderness had worn off. For lack of anything else to do and with no particular goal except just leaving her now ex love, she came to San Francisco. The thought was maybe she'd 'find herself' and locate that next bucolic place. Perhaps Paris, she'd heard Paris was nice, and people loved European skiing. So, she sort of stumbled into buying her small home for relative peanuts (but a stretch her) and figured it would be fine for the two years or so until she figured out her next move.
Come this January, that will have been 40 years ago. She is still in the 'temporary' home and would probably stand at the door with a shotgun if anyone forced her to move. Every inch of it is her history. Every inch a memory, a decision, visiting friends, pairs of cats that became one cat, then none, then another pair.
Staying has NOT been easy. San Francisco's growing pains over the many years have been those of Ciwt and all who have stayed - or just arrived for that matter. The Bay Area has it all for us, but it is NOT an easy place to live. (It was once). Ciwt - and all of us probably - fought all the changes we encounter(ed) on a daily basis, but at some point they became the very fabric of our lives. Wrestling with homeless, housing, traffic, income disparity and other exceedingly challenging issues is just who we are now. Or who Ciwt is as she finally learned after returning from her bucolic weekend in the desert.
And on last Friday afternoon, Ciwt actually said "Okay, Bring It On!" (sort of)
Saturday, November 30, 2019
Home on the Rain --- Days 8/236 & 37
Walk: Union Square, SFMOMA
Distances: 1 mile, 2 miles
Ciwt left cold, windy Palm Springs
and returned to cold, windy, rainy San Francisco.
Distances: 1 mile, 2 miles
Ciwt left cold, windy Palm Springs
and returned to cold, windy, rainy San Francisco.
No complaints here. We need the rain and Ciwt is happy to be home.*
* Also (a couple of days later) there's this just in for SFO:
Thursday, November 28, 2019
Crafts at SFO --- Day 8/235
Walk: Turkey Trot around Country Club Property
Distance: 2.9 miles, Pickleball
On her way to Palm Springs Ciwt noticed an excellent art exhition at SFO: California Studio Craft, featuring works from the collection of Forrest L. Merrill.*
Studio craft combines traditional handmade craft with refined qualities of fine art and includes both utilitarian and purely aesthetic pieces. Most craft in the United States dates back to Native ceramic and weaving traditions and is regionally diverse.
By the 1930's specialized schools such as Oakland's California College of Arts and Crafts began offering specialized training in crafts. The G.I. Bill of 1944 fueled growth in studio craft, and thousands of artist-craftspeople enrolled in expanded curricula and were trained during the postwar period. Thus the 1950's and 60's were groundbreaking years, and craft provided an alternative to mass-produced products by offering artistic-yet-stylish handmade items for the home.
Magazines at the time featured craft items for the home showcasing their informal, natural appearance and the ways in which they softened the stark lines of modern interior design. Following suit many people collected and furnished their homes with original ceramics, sculptural furniture, on-and off-loom textiles, old-world metal works and glass created by entirely new hot-glass techniques. Slowly these craft works began to be accepted into the once rigid fine arts museums which had considered craft 'women's work' and 'lesser' than the 'aestheticlly superior' painting and scurlptural arts.
* Ciwt really likes the way airports have embraced art displays in their terminals.
Distance: 2.9 miles, Pickleball
On her way to Palm Springs Ciwt noticed an excellent art exhition at SFO: California Studio Craft, featuring works from the collection of Forrest L. Merrill.*
Studio craft combines traditional handmade craft with refined qualities of fine art and includes both utilitarian and purely aesthetic pieces. Most craft in the United States dates back to Native ceramic and weaving traditions and is regionally diverse.
By the 1930's specialized schools such as Oakland's California College of Arts and Crafts began offering specialized training in crafts. The G.I. Bill of 1944 fueled growth in studio craft, and thousands of artist-craftspeople enrolled in expanded curricula and were trained during the postwar period. Thus the 1950's and 60's were groundbreaking years, and craft provided an alternative to mass-produced products by offering artistic-yet-stylish handmade items for the home.
Magazines at the time featured craft items for the home showcasing their informal, natural appearance and the ways in which they softened the stark lines of modern interior design. Following suit many people collected and furnished their homes with original ceramics, sculptural furniture, on-and off-loom textiles, old-world metal works and glass created by entirely new hot-glass techniques. Slowly these craft works began to be accepted into the once rigid fine arts museums which had considered craft 'women's work' and 'lesser' than the 'aestheticlly superior' painting and scurlptural arts.
* Ciwt really likes the way airports have embraced art displays in their terminals.
Wednesday, November 27, 2019
Hearts and Clients —- Day 8/234
Walk: Around Indian Wells
Distance: 2.5 (cold) miles, pickleball
Distance: 2.5 (cold) miles, pickleball
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| CIWT 💓s her clients at Palm Springs Art Muséum |
Tuesday, November 26, 2019
Into the WILD Blue Yonder --- Day 8/233
Walk: SFO, Palm Springs Airport (hopefully), Palm Springs Art Museum, Indian Wells
Distance: A few miles
Distance: A few miles
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| Hopefully not Ciwt's plane today |
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