Archive - Aug 2010

August 27th

#ff @hynesyte from Cape Cod

Well, it is another bright clear day on Cape Cod after a rainy start to the week. This morning it is Fiona's turn to sleep late. Yedterday we swam and body surfed all day at Race Point. The water was cold which further drained our energy. Nonetheless we rallied to make it to a bonfire on Head of Meadow Beach.

A beautiful full moon rose over the sea and the stars were bright. We picked out several constellations as we sat around the campfire and toasted marshmellows

I am tempted to wax poetic about the day at the beach and the campfire afterwards, but blog posts written on a cellphone are better left terse with minmal editting. Instead, I will gather thoughts to draw on for a later day.

Yet before I hit submit, I should notes that today is my brother Doug's birthday. It is also Follow Friday, so in the nomenclature of Twitter: #ff @hynesyte. Hopefullly the greetings from the Cape, stories from this year and memories of childhood vacations will be a good brithday greeting for my brother.

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August 26th

Initiative and Referendum

It looks like today will be the first good beach day of our vacation, so my post today will probably be more terse than normal. Even though I am on vacation, I am sitill trying to get at least a simple post up each day, even if I don't have as much time for research and editting as I would normally take.

I still get brief glances at the news and a few stories have caught my attention. In Connecticut, I am told that Republican Gubernatorial candidate is interested in limiting campaign expenditures and prohibiting negative advertising. The Malloy is reportedly circumspect about the offer. Not knowing the details, my gut feeling is that both sides should work towards an agreement on this. I realize that campaign managers and consultants may not like this idea. It might mean less money for them. However, I hope candidates will consider this as they think about what their staff recommends.

Also, the political positioning about minor party candidates participating in debates is starting to be played out. My bottom line is that if a candidate is on the ballot they should be in the debates. I hope to explore this more later, including the ethical considerations of news organizations.

I've heard that in Florida, another self financed candidate has failed. While I recognize that some wealthy candidates may have th public interest and not solely their self interest in mind, generally I think self-financd campaigns are a very bad idea and I am glad to see them failing.

As a final item, I hear that a recent poll in Connecticut has foung that 86 percent of people surveyed support some form of initative and referendum. I support ideas that will incrase voter participation. However, I believe there is a good reason that we have a representative democracy. Even as a political activist and news junkie who blogs from vacation, I find it difficult to be as informed about important issues as I believe I should be.

Initative and referendum seems to lead towards rule making by people who may not know the full story. I would love to see the survey done, broken down by whether people know who their state legislators are and how often they contact them.

Another concern about initative and referendum is that it seems like anoter avenue for the wealthy to try and impose their opinions and will on the rest of us. Perhaps if the was some sort of public financing of initative and referendum it might make more sense.

With that, it is time for me to get ready for the beach.

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August 25th

Wordless Wednesday



A #fringenyc venue, originally uploaded by Aldon.

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August 24th

Cold Wind and Rain

The cold wind and rain arrived on Cape Cod this week, soon after we did and an old folk song with 'cold wind and rain' in the lyrics has rattled around in my head ever since. Monday we went to Head of the Meadows beach to watch the surf.

A few lifeguards were standing in a huddle on the beach. Were they there for a training exercise? Had they just completed a rescue? Were they just checking to see that no one was fool emough to go in the water? Or, were they, like us, just stopping to appreciate the sea in its fierce majesty? We will probably never know.

The fierce wind tattered our ponchos. Fiona complained of the stinging drivenr ain, and we found brief shelter in a makeshift fort on the beach. Soon we headed for drier venues. Fiona and I climbed to the top of Cape Cod Lighthouse were we could watch the storm from comfortable safety.

Later, we climbed Pilgrem Tower. It was a great climb to the top but up that high, the wind was even stronger, so we did not tarry. In the museum we looked at various dolls which kind of creeped out Fiona. The faces portrayed a mix of sadness and steely determination. There were not smiles our other signs of joy. Was this from their creators' struggles with the elements or some religous belief espousing dourness?

In the evening, Kim and Fiona ran out to do some errands and I sat quietly in the trailer. The wind whipped around the trailer producing howling shrieks as it shook the foundation. There was the sound of some distant bass drum or at least something heavy hitting the side of any empty container such as a branch hitting the side of a trailor.

Outside, the light had an eerie light blue tint most likely as the cloud and rain captured the light from older mercury vapor lamps instead of the warmer orange light of newer sodium vapor lamps.

In the distance,there was a low constant roaring, similar to the sound of an old furnace that you could hear from the distant recesses of a large frarm house. Yet this sound was more likely from the constant beating of the surf on a far away beach.

Sleep came at last and this morning as light returned we saw the continuing cold wind and rain.

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August 23rd

Provincetown Peer

After watching nearly twenty shows during The first week of FringeNYC, just about everything looks like a play. Our trip to Provincetown yesterday was no exception. It had the characteristic of a play by a younger playwright. The characters and setting were well developed but the plot seemed to meander without direction.

The first scene was in a small shack on the peer where a young carver plied his wares. Geoff Semonian, the son of a machinist who had rented this space from the town as the they sought to bring the arts. The rent was low but the applications were juried. The town wanted artists with enough inventory to make it through the summer and a willingness to be open seven days a week on top of a fine artistic sensibility.

The town made a wise choise in selecting Geoff with one exception. His sales were stronger than he annticipated and his carvings did not last the season. During the final days of the season he is only selling as quickly as he can carve, and he's built up a good list of orders for the fall.

We had a great discusion about his work as he painted a few new pieces. Working in wood with a tolerance of a sixteenth of an inch is relaxation compared to trying to get stainless steel to a thousandth of an inch.

The underlying theme was creativity. To often, people do not think about the creativity inherent in trades other than their own, and Geoff serves as a reminder to all of us about the value of creativity in all walks of life.

The second act began in line for the whale watch. Fiona struck up a discussion with Christina, a middle school teacher from Long Island and her husband, a New York City fire fighter. It was her first whale watch and she was concerned about seasickness as well as how many whales they would see.

The weather was predicted to be rough but it turned out to not be as rough as expected and we saw plenty of whales.

After viewing the Provincetown Peer we headed back to the camp where Fiona did her radio show; reviewing the events of the day. Then we settled down to a wonderful meal of home made clam chowder.

Provincetown Peer is a production well worth seeing, especiall if it can be topped off by some great clam chowder.

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