Santa Claus 2009

It took me a couple weeks to get around to this but my fans have spoken and get to it I must.

The Wee One was a little anxious about going to meet Santa Claus but with the reassurance of La Grande Mermaid she picked herself up by her glass slipper straps (and Minnie Mouse ears) and did the event justice.
You may recall that last year she cried so hard and kneecapped poor Santa with her ruby size eights.

With Abby in her tutu and Mommy in her cap we all settled in for a good Seattle flap.

After Santa we lunched, rode the carousel, and rode princess-style in a horse drawn carriage. The Wee One illustrated a bona fide princess wave and had enough elbow-wrist for us all.

Then, after a long day downtown, we rode the light rail home. Lots of special rides, a successful Santa event, and all is ready for the holiday to officially arrive.

and I didn't even cry!

Derailer failer

First of all this morning my bike thermostat read -11.1C when I got on the train. My finger thermostat read “That’s cold.”

Next, on the way down the hill my rear derailer failed, or rather the cable failed and I thought it froze. I was stuck in my 11 tooth cog. For the unintiated that means it was really hard to pedal away from a stop and impossible to climb steep hills.

For the visuals in the audience; think about what it would be like to push your kitchen chair across the floor with a straw.

Anyway, once I got onto the train there were *amazingly* two other crazies bikes.

Great! Maybe one of them will have an idea that’ll help.

There was also this other guy I see a lot; just a regular passenger (read as “stealth” biker). So I attacked my derailer with a fervor to see if I could pull it into a less straw-breaking gear.

The thing about the rear derailer is that it is held in place by the cable and when the cable fails (not frozen) it “defaults” to bottom, the derailer spring is doing it’s work with no resistance.

So the biker says

You need some tension on that thing.

No chance and no help.

Then the stealth biker pipes up

When that happens to me I have just wedged a piece of wood in the mechanism to keep it where I want – in a “higher” gear.

Brilliant! I didn’t have wood but I had some tools. And a few short minutes later I am rolling in my 13 tooth cog. Much more managable for starting what is currently a single speed bike. Visually speaking, we just put a blanket underneath the chair.

New photographer

I discovered a new photographer in our house, and it might not be who you’d expect.

Wait wait wait…back up. I tend to dish out a fair amount of grief about stuff. I almost always mean it good-naturedly, I think I am joking, but it isn’t always taken that way; and it serves me right.
One of the subjects over which I dwell on is photography.
I struggle and take some pains to try and take “good” pictures, “artistic” pictures, interesting pictures, entertaining pictures. I like macro shots of things and I like different angles. I think I have a lot of room for improvement while I insist on “practicing” what I have learned, occasionally ad-nauseum.
Who knew? I’ve been spelling ad-nauseam wrong this whole time

I really detest flash-fill, automatic, indoor shots** and if they have too much of the rest of the room in them or if the subject is “boorishly” centered or whatever. There are a lot of those kinds of pictures around and while they may document the event, which is one of the primary goals of picture taking in this day and age, I tend to want to skew “artistic” and “interesting”, and I REALLY want the “natural” shots that aren’t posed and NO FLASH. I’m just going to let you know that it is exceedingly difficult in a house full of mermaids, raised with a camera in their face, that love to pose for…well they love to just pose, doesn’t really matter why or where; anyway, it’s really hard to get “natural”.

** Tangent: as a result of my own personal war with indoor flash fill photography I get a lot of poorly lit or blurry indoor shots. I actually don’t mind so much. Eventually I may get a good clean shot or if I don’t have time and I absolutely must document the event, in-focus (how quaint) I may cave and click over to the auto-flash. But when I do that I invariably curse a little frustrated grumble grumble because I wasn’t able to pull it off and I caved and you know, just because I can see that <dimple or whatever> doesn’t make it “good”. If I have a willing subject though, I may get to play around long enough, usually about 4-5 pictures, so I can dial things in.

It tends to go something like this.

Okay, this flash fill shot is the first one in this case because either I knew it was dark in there and I just NEEDED those little dimples, or The Mommy left the camera in this setting from the last time she took a picture. (Note to reader: I tend to take most of the pictures – you can do the math on probabilities of who left what setting where.) So I ended up with this overexposed TeenWolf eyes thing going on and glaring shadows from her doodleoos. In this case the doodleoos and the dimples outweigh the rest but still…urgh.


So I make an oath to the insolent creator of indoor flash photography, turn it over to “manual” and get a TON of little blinky lights, some of them red. Probably not gonna take a good shot. But now we have some natural color, a little dark and blurry perhaps but to tell you the truth, I prefer a blurry shot like this over TeenWolf. Besides, blurry is more realistic, especially at dinner, this one never sits still.


So I show her the next three or so failed attempts, coax her back to her spot against the blank wall, and then finally, a good combination, with some minor levels correction in post production for color balance. She held still, for the .3 seconds or whatever and I can feel good about this picture. But, my subject was only interested in this much sitting around based on the reward of seeing her perfectly curved, little pipe-cleaner, doodleoos after each attempt. And, the natural-ness of the shot has degraded quite a bit after all that direction.

I am not going to try and quantify or qualify “good”, “artistic”, or “interesting” at length, there are entire classes in Philosophy of Art for that. (If you are interested, by the way, I know the Professor.)

I will be making a much more brief definition for good, artistic, interesting, and natural in an ostensive fashion; thank you The Mommy.

By way of back-story, The Mermaids REALLY wanted to rake up the leaves to play in them, and have been asking to do so for weeks. The Mommy really just wanted to sit and rest. I’m glad she grabbed the camera.

Halloween 2009

It took me a while to get to some of these pictures…I had some unusual trouble with my mac that was fixed when, well it stopped doing what it was doing – which was nothing. That is it was doing nothing when it should have been doing something.

I don’t think I did anything different other than crash the program.

To sum up: I didn’t do anything and it suddenly stopped doing nothing, that is, something.

So, here is a halloween set, mixed in with a couple of other events from the past month. Toodleoo for now.


The Wee Mermaid really likes to sit on cows.


She had a really good day with her class at Spooner Farms.


I have a nasty case of spine-age just looking at her doing this. Oh for the days when your bones are like rubber.


Emma also started ‘nastics. She has been putting up with her sister for long enough and is proving to be a little powerhouse.

10 points to the first person to guess what her pumpkin will be carved as.


Did I mention that Emma is really into the whole pumpkin thing?


La Grande art director made sure her teensy tiny pumpkin was “under the sea”. Meanwhile the Daddy got a case of carpal tunnel.


I wasn’t kidding about the pumpkin thing, she is literally “into” pumpkins.


La Grande Sandy (from the movie Grease – oh and this is “bad [that means good]” Sandy)


Sandy’s & Witches & Pumpkins, oh my!


And this is Sta-Puft – from Ghostbusters. I made it from scratch for an office party and the 20-30 hours of work could only be justified if I paraded around my neighborhood in it for an hour. And to answer everyone’s first and most important question – Yes.

I was hot.
Really hot.

Blueberry Surprise Sandwich

This afternoon I had one of those rare bright ideas that just needs to be shared so other parents might be able to put it in their toolkit or build upon it.

While making a pb&j sandwich I thought that if hid a blueberry somewhere in the sandwich I could simultaneously get the mermaids interested in eating lunch and maybe even get them to eat their entire sandwich in search of the singular blueberry treasure.

It worked.

Abby found hers halfway through and wanted another hidden treasure in the other half and Emma cruised through her whole sandwich so fast that she didn’t notice when she got her surprise.

The only rule was no peeking and no poking.
In both cases mission accomplished (lunch was eaten) AND fun was had along the way.

Black River commute

Tonight I snapped a picture of a particularly nice looking part of my commute. The leaves, while a little slippery, are very pretty. Later they will leave interesting dyed patterns on much of the sidewalks.

The diligent observer will notice that I have installed my fairing on my Cruzbike Silvio. It works well enough but I still may end up removing it in favor of simplicity. All that I MUST keep warm is my hands. The rest I can keep warm enough with clothes. My hands? always freeze.

I created this post (except this note and an edit on the picture) from my iPhone…new better tasting – with pictures.

Each from each

The Wee Mermaid has a way with words…and shoes.
Recently she has taken to a flip flop on one foot alongside a rubber galosh on the other.

It makes for a unique visual and auditory experience when she runs hunkered down, clinging with her toes on one foot and her heel (if that is possible) on the other through, say, a McLendons or the mall.

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Meditate on a horse race, with rubber horseshoes, on concrete, and jellyfish tied ’round the ankles and you’ll have it.
It is pretty clear which one is ours.

Somewhere along the line she described her style as “each from each” and she uses it liberally. She has even coerced her sister and together they might insist on nightgowns and ‘each from each’.

Now you know.