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One of the leaf prints + lino prints of a fern leaf and Sierpiński Triangle just made it to the Etsy Front Page (in the bottom right corner) - much to my surprise.

I made that for an MSOE challenge on fractal geometry last September. I debated relisting it, and thought I should do something with the Sierpiński Triangle block. When I visited Etsy the funny thing is that with the new aspect ratio, at first I only saw the top row or so, and thought to myself, 'oh, are triangles still the thing?' and then I scrolled down and actually clapped my hands when pleasantly surprised.

Reading is sexy XXXVII

{image by Adrian Tomine}
20. Hicksville by Dylan Horrocks is a long graphic novel, about comics, authorship, friendship, the history of New Zealand and turangawaewae - finding a place to stand. It weaves different elements together, and follows more than one protagonist. Hicksville is a small, remote town in New Zealand, where each and every inhabitant harbours a great love and knowledge of even obscure comics. It's the home town of Dick Burger, the world's most financially successful man in the comics industry, who rose rapidly to fame with his Captain Tomorrow series, now being made into films. Biographer Leonard Batts travels to Hicksville to learn more about him, only to discover that for some reason unsaid, Burger is much despised. Also, pages recounting a story of early navigators, both English and Maori, keep strangely blowing his way. Burger meanwhile coerces his childhood friend and fellow (struggling) cartoonist to leave Auckland for LA, though he thinks he might have just met the woman he's been looking for.

It's really quite beautiful.

21. Seeing by Jose Saramago This is the sequel to Blindness so I should have known exactly what I was getting myself into. I made the mistake of reading The Cave first, which in hindsight, would have had extra layers of meaning if I had read it after Blindness and Seeing. The premise of Seeing is that four years after the country was hit with an epidemic of 'white blindness' (which affected all people, but the wife of an ophthalmologist, unbeknownst to all but a tiny group), an election is marred by an abnormal number of blank votes from the capital (where the epidemic originated). A re-vote makes the situation worse: 85% of votes in the capital are blank. The government calls a state of emergency, and ultimately a siege. The story is about the decent into totalitarianism. It, like Saramago's other novels, reads like another fable by a wise old man. However, I found this novel more distancing. It is a good 200 pages before we re-encounter some characters from Blindness, and 250 before we reach the scene included as a preview in my copy of Blindness. The story does unfold in a manner which seem inescapable. I would be being flippant were I to say the message is that humans are dishonourable, power hungry, paranoid and vengeful, and that those heroic individuals of honour make ideal scapegoats. However, that is nonetheless what makes these novels a challenge to read.
{Series so far: books read, more books read, books read, books read continues, more books read, I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX, X, XI, XII, XIII, XIV, XV, XVI, XVII, XVIII,XIX, XX, XXI, XXII, XXIII XXIV, XXV, XXVI, XXVII, XXVIII, XXIX, XXX, XXXI, XXXII, XXXIII, XXXIV, XXXV, XXXVI}

portraits

While I was gone, Reynardin spent some quality time with Minouette. Apparently she wanted to watch a movie with my favorite feline, but kept forgetting to bring the DVD. So, (luckily for me) she helped herself to some art supplies and painted Miss M's portrait. So, I got one of my vintage frames, and some Japanese paper as a mat and framed it.

Meanwhile I had a small circular Italian vintage frame with a print of a Renaissance woman and felt somehow she needed to be updated as an Arsinoitherium (a Paleocene & Pliocene mammal, an Uranothere) - pencil and acrylic ink on water colour paper, with Japanese washi background.

Mr. Sammy Samuelson, Cat, Esq.

If people other than Lady & Mr. Redjeep would like a portrait of the handsome, blue-grey cat with a fruit-fetish, Mr. Sammy Samuelson, I have added the rest of the first edition linocuts to my shop.

Sammy is printed in blue-grey on Japanese kozo paper with chine collé eyes in black on yellow and the text in blue. Each sheet in 8.5 inches by 12 inches (21.6 cm by 30.5 cm). The first edition consists of 9 prints.

This print was inspired by a photo portrait of Mr. Samuelson, by Mr. Redjeep and made as a gift for Lady and Mr. Redjeep (& Sammy, of course). Some people bring wine, I bring lino block prints.

Ottawa

I had an hour to kill yesterday, in Ottawa, so I did the obvious. After all, I've been to Ottawa several times, but I hadn't really gone to see Parliament since I was 12. But first, the Supreme Court, a building I really like. It's got great, and somehow unexpected proportions.



I didn't even know why the flag was at half-mast.


I like the real heroes we choose to place across from Parliament.

In the bushes, right before the Parliament steps, there was a semi-stealthy groundhog. It would have been too funny if it were a beaver. I took several photos until the RCMP drove up slowly and then I decided perhaps I was behaving suspiciously and should move along.




As soon as I got to the gate at Pearson, I noticed that the proportion of spoken French I heard went up. I was lucky on the way there. They had me seated next to a francophone woman with a infant and toddler, with an anglophone family with infant behind me - but the stewardess offered me the emergency exit row instead. I took a shuttle to the hotel where the meeting was held. Saw a few people I knew, but it was dominated by atmospheric physicists and oceanographers. Had lunch with N, who complained about the smokers. I told him it was the proximity to la belle province. I wandered off to the B&B in the afternoon - good thing too. It had a) moved across the street and b) did not consider my request for a reservation and their confirmation enough. Apparently I was supposed to confirm the confirmation, which seems redundant to me - but I got a room. Walked the 2 km back to the conference. Then headed to the Hill*, before the banquet (which was a great success**). Flew back home this morning. Security addressed me in French, which I always take as a compliment and an assumption based on my clothes, because it can't be my preternaturally pale-Irish complexion. When he saw my boarding pass, he switched to English. The Indo-Canadian cabbie from Pearson asked where I had been. Then he asked if I spoke French. Turns out he's trying to learn and wanted to practice. He told me how his Canadian-born cousins didn't know much French even though they got it in school. He thought they were missing out, were wrong to consider French unimportant and that the country as a whole should be more bilingual. I agree of course, but was pleasantly surprised.

*As a small child I assumed The Fool on the Hill was about Parliament. This is only semi-precocious, because while I knew 'the Hill' could be a synonym for Parliament Hill, I wrongly inferred this would be true of all Parliaments, including London.

**Though his medal went missing temporarily between the morning at the Mint and the afternoon at the hotel, less than 1 km away. Apparently there was some behind-the-scenes drama.

Downtown & Magnificent Mile

Starting with the Architectural society, where they had a great scale model, and I began out day downtown. As someone into the visual display of data, I was really impressed. They did a amazing job of dealing with three dimensions and annotating their 3D map. Somehow it made it easier to intepret, being grey, and little 2D signs highlighted buildings were always easy to spot on the the 3D model.

I find it an unpretentious city. People are extremely friendly.


This tower shares a name with me.






We had a picnic in a courtyard by the Art Institute, and then walked the Magnificent Mile. It is touristy, and I have done it before, but you have to do it. It's worth seeing. It was funny what I did and didn't remember. I remembered the Wrigley building from when I was 16, but I had forgot the Tribute is embedded with stones from sites around the world (including a few random ones I have since visited like Trondheim cathedral or Parliament in London).





Look! I found another crosswalk robot, like the one on College St, here in Toronto.


We went up the Hancock tower.




Even Tiffany's Atlas sculpture is apparent now a Blackhawks fan.

Then we went to a free classical concert in Millennium Park, featuring the Northwestern orchestra playing the music from The Red Violin.