Saturday, July 26, 2014

Lack of Focus 2014-W30

This week I had lots of thoughts, many of which I should probably keep to myself.  Thoughts about why we don't do more to stop gun violence against our children.  Thoughts about why we can't do more to rein in Israel from its campaign of murder in Gaza.
Thoughts about why we tolerate a world where the game is rigged so it's "heads, bankers win & tails, we lose" ...where the 85 richest people own as much as the poorest 3.5 Billion.

No wonder I found it hard to focus on painting this morning.  As we got to the 11th hour (literally) I decided to paint a recent subject in a different style.  And I may do that again and again as I find myself in a pinch on Saturdays to come.  So say hello to version two of our feline friend.



Bad Kitty II

Saturday, July 19, 2014

Say What Now? 2014-W29

This week's post has a potpourri of possibly cryptic musings.  Let's begin.

Not many people could solve this riddle, regarding a certain streak:  5y + 6w = 1868. Don't forget, one of the y is a l*** y.  But now the streak is over.  Amen.

So, a few days back I read where scientists are investigating whether Toxoplasma Gondii protozoa (which dwells in cat droppings, as we learned in last week's post) feasibly might be repurposed into a promising new weapon in the fight against cancer.  Or maybe this news is merely a smokescreen perpetrated by cat-fancying researchers in an attempt to divert attention from my exposé of the environmental (and psychological) havoc caused by the furry terrors.  We shall see.

This week has been disorienting and exhilarating, and not just because of the shocking cat developments.   I have significantly altered my daily routines...  I'm a CTA commuter now.  Egad.  The physical fitness regimen took a big hit and my healthy eating schemes got turned topsy-turvy.  I'll have to ponder how to remedy both of those.  Fortunately, I did remember that Saturday morning is devoted to the peace of painting and then the less peaceful routine to get the blog post posted.  Artwise, I tried something experimental today.  When I have some time I'll decide if it were a success.  Hope you like it.



Experimental Waterlilies I

Saturday, July 12, 2014

Bad Kitty 2014-W28

I recently read where cat owners are (allegedly) smarter than dog owners.  Before I accept that I'd like more details about how this study arrived at its conclusions, but meanwhile for being a dumdum I have so far done okay for iself.  Or is it myself?  Meanwhile if cat owners are indeed smarter, they should be wracked with guilt if only they knew the environmental havoc wreaked by their indifferent little bird-killing furballs.  Though I'm not talking about how cats adversely impact the populations of migratory songbirds.  Instead, let's go back in time...

The cat became a viable housepet option with the invention of Kitty Litter in 1947, because their terrible smells could at last be absorbed.  But at what price?  Turns out that clay kitty litter is bad for the world.  It is strip-mined dirt, kiln-dried, transported overland via combustion engines, and ultimately destined to wind up in landfills where it never biodegrades.  Never ever ever.

Year after year, four billion pounds of bentonite clay are strip-mined in the American Southwest for domestic litter boxes.  People who like to visualize things, picture this:  the Great Pyramid of Giza weighs about the same as three years worth of clay kitty litter, although owing to its lower density the kitty litter mound would be somewhat larger and undoubtedly less polyhedral.

"But I don't use clay kitty litter!" you say?  Before you mount your high horse, other types of litter are no better.  Clumping litter is strip-mined and clumps in the lungs of your cat (so that's a plus); organic litter doesn’t really biodegrade.  No congratulations if you use silica gel litter or trained your clever puss to poop in the toilet as either method requires solid waste flushing, which spreads toxoplasma gondii into the water supply.  In coastal areas this protozoan pestilence infects oysters, the beloved food of the joyful sea otter — so playful and sleek, and now dead at the hand of your cat.  Well, not exactly the hand but you get the point. Toxoplasmosis also afflicts humans (plus most warm-blooded animals) in case you wondered.

Thus the facts are clear:  your furniture shredding house cat comes at quite an environmental price.  Accept your guilt.

In marked contrast, dog waste management requires no more than small, biodegradable plastic bags and a few daily bursts of exercise on the part of their owner.  This seems better for Earth and better for you, too, but what do I know?  I'm just a less intelligent dog fancier.



Bad Kitty



Portions of this somewhat tongue-in-cheek post were excerpted/adapted from an article by Paul Ford on medium.com, where he goes on (with great humor) to attribute cats as causal to the development of Internet culture.  Is Al Gore aware of this?!  Grammar Police can relax, I have used "wreaked" correctly and "wracked" is acceptable so I elected to use it in lieu of "racked" for the alliterative effect.  Finally, Kitty Litter is probably a registered trademark of some corporation, duly acknowledged herewith alongside my continuing reluctant admission that kittens (but not cats) are indeed the most adorable creature there is.

Saturday, July 5, 2014

Tree No. 613 2014-W27

Today's subject lives in the Lurie Gardens at Millennium Park, one of my favorite spots to sit and take in the city.  For a long time not many folks seemed to know about the enchanting garden that lurks on the other side of the evergreen hedges from the Cloudgate sculpture (which you probably call "the bean").

Now the cat is out of the bag and more people are ever present, but Lurie Garden was very tranquil once upon a time and on a nice bench I first painted this tree in March 2010. It was a young whippersnapper and just budding out in early spring.

I next painted the tree about 18 months later, in August 2011...  finding her a little more sturdy than my first capture, and fully leafed out in the dog days of summer.  Almost three years have passed since then.  In 2012 and 2013 I guess nothing in particular drew me downtown.  Or maybe I just didn't feel like schlepping all of my plein air regalia.  We will never know.

Happily, I had occasion this week to meet up with an old friend I haven't seen in a while.  She works nearby the Lurie Garden and so I thought I would take a few minutes to visit another acquaintance — who I now know bears a small metal tag with the number 613.  After 20 good minutes I captured a current likeness of my little tree, which isn't so little any longer.

Only time will tell when next I'll get around to painting her again.  But here, resplendent in her summer glory on July 3rd, I give you the 2014 edition of Tree No. 613.



Tree No. 613