GRIZZLY PEAR

written snapshots

Category: Things

  • Assorted Balls, soft

    Over the past few months, my daughter has really gotten into reading Peanuts. Charlie Brown’s escapades on the pitcher’s mound dovetailed nicely with the the Nerf ball and bat we gave her last Christmas and the fact we’ve been trapped at home during the pandemic.

    We gathered all the soft balls in the house and started using it for batting practice in the backyard.

    Starting from the bottom corner:

    • Orange ball, foam. This is the Nerf ball that came with the bat. She has decided this is her favorite ball of them all.
    • Blue and green globe, squishy. A stress-ball with a NV Health Link logo, so I believe it we must have picked it up during some sort of local fair in the last few years when the ACA was being rolled out.
    • Blue ball, squishy. This ancient stress-ball has a smiley face on it. We have no idea where it came from.
    • Tennis ball, fuzzy. My in-laws had a couple ancient tennis balls in their garage when we moved to Vegas seven years ago. This thing might be old enough to drink.
    • Orange ball, dimpled. We bought our boy a set of rubber balls when he started teething a couple years ago.
    • Lime ball, striated. This is part of that rubber ball set. It feels a little hard inside the house, but it softens up quite a bit when you go outside on a warm day.
    • Hacky sack, red. We picked this up at Kappa Toys, while waiting to join the Women’s March in January, 2017. Last year, I met the owner of the store, when we were putting our house up for rent. She and her husband were very nice
    • Yellow Ball, corona-y. Part of the rubber ball set. We thought he might like to chew on these toys, but no, he only enjoyed putting contraband into his mouth.
    • Sucker Ball, fluorescent. I picked this up off the side of the road along with a weighted jump rope. It works, we’ve had a ridiculous amount of fun throwing it at our dresser, and our closet doors (which are mirrors)
    • Magenta Ball, dimpled. I’m running out of things to say about this rubber ball set.
    • Red ball, dimpled. There is a sixth ball in the rubber ball set, but we have no idea where it’s been lost. I think it was light blue.
    • Purple ball, bouncy. We were given this up at a Microsoft Surface event where our daughter made a little video. It has has a cloth cover but has a bit of bounce to it with some dense rubbery filler.
    • Stress ball, baseball-y. This ball has logos of the College of Southern Nevada and the 51’s (a local minor league team now named the Aviators).
    • O-ball, holey. When our daughter was a toddler, I wanted something to play catch with her. There was an option with rattles, but we chose the simple version. The rainbow colors make for a cool photo when thrown in the air.
    • Container, translucent white. This came home with our boy from the hospital. If I remember correctly, he got his first bath in this tub, which is almost inconceivable two years later.
    • Shopping Cart, Minnie. This was another roadside pickup, in downtown Las Vegas. It was on the way to the house, as I was doing some last fixes before putting it up to rent.
    • Pavers, CMU. My in-laws decided to pave over a significant portion of their backyard which had been covered with river rocks. I disagreed with the idea and still think it was a horrifically ugly mistake. However, it has dramatically increased the amount of playable surface area for the kids, and during this time of COIVD, it has become a walking track for my father-in-law since they are hesitant to even leave the property. It’s a good reminder to take one’s own advice too seriously.

  • Topsy Turvy

    We recently picked up a rotating compost bin and I’ve been depositing the goods every morning.

    Our local ants have discovered this new treasure trove in the backyard.

    I wonder what they are thinking when everything goes spinning around for ninety seconds before settling back into normal until the next morning.

  • Two foil balloons

    Driving up McLeod after lunch, I noticed a man on a bicycle with a couple foil balloons.

    One each side of him were his two kids.

    A trio in the heat, slowly heading home from the dollar store.

    The practical man questions such fleeting luxuries.

    The father in me knows he’s done right.

  • Harp in the yard

    I pulled out my long forgotten harmonica and played it while watching the kids run around the yard in the lingering evening heat of the back yard as my wife picked tomatoes off the vine.

    I can make noises that sound like blues and bend a little to boot, but honestly I don’t know what I’m doing.

    Just pushing some fresh air around, entertaining myself and the kids as the last bits of daylight disappears behind the masonry wall.

  • Red Wagon, Radio Flyer

    The kids really do enjoy being pulled around the backyard.

    The route is a looping crooked figure 8, with a portion of it on the lawn.

    The air is still quite warm, even after the sun has set down beyond the block wall.

    I doubt they will remember any of it when they grow up.

    But I hope I do.

  • 50 cent piece, 1964-present

    We were shopping in Ikea and after a coupon, we ended up owing only 28 cents.

    I pulled out a dollar and handled it in cash.

    In return, I was given a few nickels, pennies, and a fifty cent piece.

    Pretty cool, the girl got really excited!

    If it isn’t a gimmick, well then it should be one.

  • Chairs

    Do chairs support our posture, or do they enforce a certain type of posture, maybe to our detriment?

    This question could apply to any number of things in our world that surround us.

    Though I’d reckon it is never a true dichotomy, but a bit of both.

  • Frisbee

    One of the local parks has a frisbee golf course so we brought one with us this latest visit.

    First, I most likely could use “better” frisbees. I remember the game store in Berkeley having a whole wall of different frisbees for aficionados of this hobby.

    Second, I have no idea if it made me any better, but I was constantly reminded of what I learned in Tai Chi. I tried to root my self in the ground and let the body relax, whipping around to initiate a wobbly sad flight trajectory.

    Third, my almost 40 year old body was pretty compliant while on site. But it only took the ride home for my left arm to decide that this sudden uptick in this particular repetitive action was traumatic enough to send alarm bells for the rest of the day.

    Finally, my daughter had a ball running up and down the hills chasing the frisbee and throwing it around.

    My last two decades in a nutshell, encapsulated in a plastic disc.

  • My Pens

    As an architect I’ve always been picky about my writing tools.

    As a draftsman, I started using 2H lead, but learned a lighter touch and transitioned to H lead for my line work. For my lettering I always used HB lead, which Staedtler Mars discontinued during that stint and caused a minor panic, but we bought enough to last me thorugh to leaving for graduate school. And yes Staedtler Mars was a better lead than Alvin.

    I also have picked up a few fancy fountain pens over the years, but ultimately they were too scratchy and have not been used.

    I appreciate the fine points of rollerball pens, but I don’t like the fact they can get cloggy.

    And the micro fine points of razors are nice for about half a day until they get frayed under my heavy hand, at which point they are not at all pleasant to use.

    But my tool of choice is the Papermate Flair pen. It’s a finely crafted writing tool that is cheap enough I can have copies all over the place and feel no pain when it runs out of ink or when one is lost. With a plethora of colors, I can make multiple layers of notes on a single sheet of paper. The felt tip runs smoothly on any type of paper. The point is fine enough to make good notes, but blunt enough to degrade gracefully. It is in short, my perfect pen.

  • Tokina 500mm f/8, Cadatropic Lens

    When I first got my Nikon D40, I took a self portrait in the bathroom at Grant Street. I did the same when I got my manual focus 50mm lens. And then I got a 500mm f/6.3 lens which I’ve since given to my father. And thus ended that run of self portraits that was intended to celebrate each addition to the collection.

    But quite by accident I ended up taking a shot of myself with my Tokina 500mm f/8 lens. I had pulled out this lens due to the “watching/voyeur” assignment on OTP and I saw a glimpse of myself in the sliding glass door and took a couple shots of myself. Its not perfect, between the vanishingly thin DOF and the longish shutter speed, it wasn’t gonna be clean, but its good enough to kick up the collection again.

    Tokina 500mm f/8
    Tokina 500mm f/8