Sunday, July 12, 2020

Finger Lakes

The Finger Lakes are a region in western New York State. I've seldom been here. I live downstate on Long Island (east of Manhattan). Usually when I go upstate, it's a straight line north to Albany, Lake George, Lake Placid, the Adirondacks, my friend Aimee's house in Potsdam and then into Canada. If you continue north, you hit Montreal which I visited a few years ago.

Having now discovered the Finger Lakes region, I'm singing a different tune. It's beautiful here. Rural country with oases of culture. I went to Watkins Glen twice recently and am now in Hammondsport. The Finger Lakes region has the most wineries in the State, over 100 vineyards. Land surrounding the lakes is perfect for growing wine-grapes.

Hammondsport is at the bottom of Keuka Lake (pronounced "kew-ka"). It's the Finger Lake in the middle with five lakes to the east, five lakes to the west.

Here's a picture I took yesterday...



Saturday, July 11, 2020

Glenn Curtiss Museum

I've long wanted to visit a vintage motorcycle/airplane museum in upstate New York but it's in a remote region I was never near. I ventured there this weekend specifically to see the museum and wrapped the rest of my trip around it.

The museum is named after Glenn Curtiss (1878-1930) to celebrate the legacy of the man. Glenn, a mechanical genius, was an aviation pioneer and motorcycle-manufacturer. The museum includes a large collection of early aircraft and motorcycles. As I pulled up I was instantly impressed at its huge size, big enough to contain full-scale planes, cars and motorcycles. It contains innumerable objects with lots of helpful information about them.

The son of Canadian immigrants, Curtiss was a creative inventor who had to leave school in the eighth grade when his father died. Curtiss was naturally curious: his family complained he was so obsessed with taking clocks apart and putting them back together there were gears and screws everywhere in their house.

After designing motorcycles from scratch, Curtiss moved on to airplanes and later even designed camping trailers and gramophones (record players). He founded and grew several companies, as investors flocked to his success, including Curtiss-Wright, a merger with the Wright brothers. Curtiss's main headquarters was in Hammondsport but he also had a large operation on Long Island (Garden City) and a small one in Toronto. Curtiss appeared on the cover of Time magazine and the U.S. Postal Service put him on a stamp -- air mail, of course!

The centerpiece of the motorcycle collection is a famous 8-cylinder motorcycle which earned Curtiss the title of "Fastest Man on Earth." He built and rode it in 1907, setting a new land-speed record of 136.4 mph. That record stood for ten years until broken by an automobile.

I've ridden 136 mph but on a state-of-the-art motorcycle with current technology. Doing it a century ago on a primitive bike with virtually no brakes? That took guts. Because Glenn's motorcycle didn't have brakes, after riding it a mile to set the record, he had to ride it another mile just to slow down enough to stop.

Here are some pics from the museum.














Friday, July 10, 2020

Long Hair

I don't need to tell you guys how important hair is. You're women; you know.

When I grew up in the 1960s, hair was hugely significant as an indicator of your political views and overall hip-ness. Long hair on men meant you were against the immoral war in Vietnam; crewcuts meant you supported President Nixon. Rock-stars wore long hair which, if you look at pictures of The Beatles, really wasn't that long. But it was greater length than the Fifties.

Back then, I had long hair. But when I started working as a lawyer, I cut my hair short to meet expectations. For most of my career my hair has been what it's "supposed" to be for a male lawyer.

Lately I've been pondering a return to my roots. (Pun!) I'm growing my hair longer. I don't know when I'll stop but I want to play with it a bit. Yes, I know long hair looks different on a 60-year old than an 18-year old but let me explore and discover.

One of my fantasies, which I don't know is possible, is to have hair long enough that I can style it in two ways: one presenting as female and another presenting as male. I'll check with hairdressers to see if this is possible.

Either way, I need to get more serious about hair-care so I just upped my game. I experimented with some shampoos and conditioners and found two I like. They suit my hair and scalp well, are all natural and give my mane fullness and texture. The brands are shown below.

What hair-care products do you use?




Thursday, July 9, 2020

Letters To The Editor

As a fun project, I recently compiled a half-century of letters I wrote to newspapers and magazines. The letters, going back to 1973, are interesting missives from the past.

I mailed copies of the collection to friends whose addresses I know. If you didn't get one and want a copy, just privately give me a mailing address. (My e-mail is fhu@pipeline.com)


Saturday, July 4, 2020

My Future


Why do people make art? What is art?

Broadly defined, art is human effort to create and perpetuate culture. What is culture? The aesthetic and intellectual achievements of humanity. They are an inheritance from our ancestors. And our obligation to future generations. Culture separates our species from other animals. "[C]ulture husbands its liveliness in its works of art, they are like storage barrels for" imagination (p. 253).

Should you or I make art? Yes, and we do it all the time, whether we realize it or not. Writing a personal letter, selecting pieces for a clothing outfit, crafting a pumpkin for Halloween -- these are all art. Art is not merely objects wealthy elites own; it is earnest effort by all of us in both exalted and pedestrian arenas.

I’ve spent much of my life admiring and learning about art. Art in galleries, art in the cinema, art in literature. Photography is one of my ways to create art. I search for visual imagery, grab it on film and present results to others. Photography, like other art media, is something you improve at with training and practice.

My plan for the future is to migrate from my law career (ending it when material needs are met) to a mélange of artistic activities. Most of those activities will not be offered for respect or money; they’ll be pursued for the intrinsic joys of creative life. In short, for my own benefit.

In anticipation of this shift, I’ve been studying. “When the student is ready, the teacher shall appear.” Friends of mine who are professional artists recommended an old book to me -- “The Gift” by Lewis Hyde, a poet. Written in 1983, the book examines the human impulse to create art and its role in the community. My mind consumed the book like ice cream -– it explores subjects I care deeply about and stimulates me toward future action.

I won’t try to describe the book to you, but will briefly mention its core lesson: the distinction between commerce and gifts. Hyde spends the first half of the book explaining this point and, in the second half, applies it to two poets (Walt Whitman and Ezra Pound) for illustration

In commercial transactions, strangers meet, exchange a commodity on agreed price and then leave. The transaction generates no personal connection between seller and buyer. Gifts, by contrast, are offered freely and create emotional bond. Gifts have a different purpose than commerce. Their offer and acceptance cause a variety of social effects which Hyde traces among several ancient and remote societies. The principles he outlines become suddenly clear while reading; once they do, you see the world differently.

It’s not an exaggeration to say this book is changing my life. It's altering how I view social interactions and teaching me what happens when art enters society. I plan to use that knowledge to steer my future life.

"The greatest art offers us images by which to imagine our lives. And once the imagination has been awakened, it is procreative: through it we can give more than we were given, say more than we had to say" (p. 251).

Thursday, July 2, 2020

Stayin' Alive


We'll remember this year, distinctly, as a time when our primary focus was "stayin' alive." Which led me to re-consider the lyrics of that classic song:

You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin'
And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive

Life goin' nowhere, somebody help me
Somebody help me, yeah
Life goin' nowhere, somebody help me, yeah
I'm stayin' alive

Wednesday, July 1, 2020

New York

We here in New York are taking the coronavirus seriously.

This is a real, un-edited, photo of the New York Public Library.