Merry Go Round

Few things represent summertime better than amusement park rides, and one of the IMG_9130staples of every amusement park is the carousel — commonly referred to as the “merry-go-round.” One summer eveniIMG_9135ng a couple of months ago, I took a ride on the merry-go-round at Kennywood Park in West Mifflin, Pennsylvania.

This one in particular I have ridden at nearly every age of my life, since childhood.

More history and background on it is here, on the website of the National Carousel Association.  At the time (1926), a price tag of $25,000 for this grand carouselIMG_9149, whose maker was in declining health and living in Philadelphia, was quite a bargain.

Here is a mini-film with themes that represent the circularity of life, of individual lives, of seasons, against the backdrop of the all-consuming gentle motion and beauty of the merry-go-round.


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Listening to a book isn’t reading it.

Remember story time?

I don’t either.  But as a grownup, I’ve come to appreciate the value of being read stories to.

When it comes to the effects on the brain, though, I’d guess that listening to a story being read to you is not the same as reading the book yourself, regardless of format.Audiobook listening

I’m no brain scientist, but my hypothesis has been that the active pursuit of reading text on a page (fiction in particular, because it requires the brain to envision the scenarios it is reading about) probably activates different areas of the brain than the passive experience of listening to an audio book, which, I suspected, is akin to watching television.

Turns out science doesn’t quite back up this hypothesis of armchair scholarship, at least from what I’ve been able to find through online searches on the subject.

Book reading

In fact, here are two articles, written about a year apart, that support the very opposite of my hypothesis, making me quite decidedly wrong.  One article, from August 2016, essentially tackles a similar hypothesis to the one I started with, and the other, a droll New Yorker piece from October 2017, basically confirms that my hypothesis is unsound.

Granted, these articles are, at least in part, opinion pieces.  Plus, in fairness, the question at hand is really about whether it’s somehow cheating to listen to a book rather than to read it, not other minutiae of the neurological effects of reading.

Ultimately, it comes down to what the goal is. In these busy times, it’s hard not to rely on listening devices, apps, and audio books that get you up to speed in time for your next class, book club meeting, or reading goal.

So listen away.

As long as you donmultitasker-cartoon‘t fall asleep at the wheel, it seems as good as the old fashioned method.

Then there is the issue of multitasking




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Face plant

Sometimes, the distance between a pleasant moment and an utter nightmare is just a few feet and a millisecond.  This is what happened to me on a recent Saturday night while out walking my dog.

FacePlantEncouraged by me, the dog broke into a run. Obviously, he has double the number of paws I do, and is about sixty-five percent of my weight (most of it muscle), so it goes without saying that his “horsepower” way outdoes mine.

When he broke into an on-leash run, it took me for a very brief wild ride, also known as face-planting right down on the hard concrete sidewalk.   Pop Art Beaten Business Woman with Bandaged Arm Smiling. Injured

Gives a whole new meaning to “hit the ground running.”

Skin abrasions, bruised eyes, swollen forehead. Check. Fortunately, no breaks, punctures, or apparent permanent damGirl in mirrorage. Doc says “You were very lucky.”

It’s just a matter of time before I recognize the girl in the mirror again.

On a pleasanter note, on the way home from the doctor, I took some video footage that turned into a short music video — so something fun (-ish) came out of the ordeal.



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I’ve always liked college towns.

A recent trip to Boston brought to mind this line in a scene from the movie (often referred to as the “mockumentary”) “This is Spinal Tap,” where Tap keeps having their gigs cancelled in city after city, town after town. When they find out the Boston gig has been cancelled, too, the manager makes a lame effort at consoling the band by saying “I wouldn’t worry about it, though. It’s not a big college town.”

I stayed on the twentieth floor of a hotel near Kendall Square in Cambridge, and here is the view from my room.



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Cold March

We’ve had a rough and cold and snowy winter on the east coast and some of the mid-Atlantic states.

It seems winter will not be going out like a lamb.

I’ve taken some shots and moving images of the experience and set it to a 1982 song by Alison Moyet and Yaz (Yazoo).  Here.


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Visit Randyland

When you come across a place that is vibrant, delightfuIMG_4501l, welcoming, inclusive, inspiring, laid-back, and best of all, free, it’s hard to pass up. At Randyland, there is art, design, furniture, poetry, and community.

There are places to sit and chat with friends.

IMG_7576IMG_4452There’s a large box to drop your worries into (“no refund’s” [sic] clearly stated).

Randyland speaks for itself. It turns frowns upside down and lightens dark moods.

Randyland is located on the north side of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. It is as bright and multi-colored as the entire city was at one time dark and ashen. pittsburgh-pollution

It is, in some ways the “anti-Pittsburgh,” or at least the opposite of the vision of the city’s legacy. Since 1995, however, Randyland has been home to an art museum lovingly tended by Randy Gilson.

The museum has its share of the strange and unusual (see picture collage below). Some of the pieces are culled and curated from the hardscrabble city that surrounds it, and are then turned into unquestionable works of beauty and art.


Randy Gilson (Randyland’s namesake creator), in making Randyland free and available and open to the public, has offered this labor of love to the city that sprouted him and his art.

If you find yourself with an afternoon on a nice day (it is outdoors), visit Randyland. When you enter, place your worries in the Worries Box.  When you leave, place a coin or a bill or a friendly note of thanks in the donation box.


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What the Hell Am I Doing Here?

Shortly before Halloween 2017, I took a little bit of video in midtown Manhattan near Macy’s and Herald Square, right on the border of Koreatown.  It was a crowded rush-hour time of day on a Friday.

I set the short video to a Scala & Kolacny Brothers choral version of the Radiohead song “Creep.” These lyrics have layers of meaning, both personally (to me) and generally (to the images they accompany).

New York City’s crush of people and bustle of activity has a way of inspiring thoughts of wondering “what the hell” one is doing (assuming one stops long enough to consider it).  Then a couple of months after I took this video, I spent a day in the city with a visiting friend who repeated how “this city did not want” them here. It got me thinking.

Looking at anonymous faces in the crowd, one wonders if some of them are thinking “I wish I was special,” or maybe just what the hell they are doing here.

Perhaps the lyrics will have meaning to the reader as well.

Below are the lyrics to the song, in case a reader wishes to follow along.

“When you were here before
Couldn’t look you in the eye
You’re just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
And I wish I was special
You’re so fuckin’ special
But I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here.
I don’t care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I’m not around
You’re so fuckin’ special
I wish I was special
But I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here.”


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