The Quiet Circle and the TimeBomb and the Generational Divide

Recently I took a trip to Coos Bay, Oregon.   I was last there in the '70s when it was a busy logging town.   While the logging industry is still in operation, it has declined and is nowhere near as large in scale as it had been in the past.

Predictably, and sadly, there are consequences for the vitality of the rest of the Coos Bay.

A visit to a nearly deserted downtown showed well kept streets, but no amount of cleanliness could brush away an overwhelming sense of decline and doom that comes with empty store fronts and a few businesses that you just *know* cannot compete with Amazon or eBay in the long run.

There was one spot of brightness in the midst of this, however, a shining champion of a spirit determined to go forward and 'make it happen' with a freshness and flavor uniquely its own.

Welcome to 'TimeBomb' !

A clothing, sports gear and specialty skate 'exchange'.    I gather that declaring the business as an 'exchange' is in line with the contemporary notion of a 'sharing economy', except that instead of individuals 'sharing' their clothing or sports gear, the store acts as the intermediary to 'share' the items amongst community of sharers.

Pretty cool.

Here's shot of the brightly colored store and uh, the company car.

Inside the store hanging on the walls are various t-shirts adorned with the names and logos of vintage bands from the punk, new wave and metal eras.  Sets the tone, nice flavor.    I think I got a little 'look' when I mentioned that I still had some 'Buzzcocks' and 'Circle Jerks' at home in the originally issued vinyl  :-)

I bought a tank top that has their mission printed on it:

'Get it, Rock it, Swap it'

Like it ?   Then get it and have fun with it.   When that's over swap it and let someone else rock it for a while.    The store has 'funky community' written all over it.   It's a place where one 'wants' to go visit even if there might not happen be anything to buy, err...  swap.

It just so happens that only 1 block away from the 'TimeBomb' is it's antithesis:
the 'Quiet Circle'.
The Quiet Circle is your classic 'Thrift Store'.
The kind of place that Cher once sang about:

'I never had no money, I bought at the second hand store.   The way this old town laughs at me, I just can't take it no more'.

There's no Rocking or Swapping here, it's all 'second hand stuff' and nothing to sing about (ha ha).

Is there any more poignant scenario that shows the contrast between the old and the new as these 2 'used article' stores, one block apart from each other, one of them being the  'Quiet' place and the other the 'Bomb' ?

The Combat Ballerina !

I rented "Assassin's Run" from my local video store and brought home what I thought would be your typical action B-movie.

Well, it was your garden variety B-movie but with an unexpected twist.  No, it wasn't about some paramilitary assassins as depicted on the DVD cover art, instead it was about an avenging Russian Ballerina out to get her husband's killers (of the Russian mafia: St Petersburg

division), rescue her daughter and recover a half billion dollars or so of missing loot.

Suspend all belief those who enter here !

Facing near defeat in a prison yard fight with a Mafiosa, she defeats her shocked opponent with a flurry of pirouettes with hooking elbow blows.   Of course, it's a minor technical detail that the ground is dirt and not a smooth dance floor (did I mention the need to suspend all belief ?).

A burly enforcer is warned:  'watch out, she can kick behind her head !'   *thud*  oops, he didn't listen !

The heroine *does* defeat all opponents, rescues her daughter and recover the loot, all in requisite B-movie tradition.

I can only imagine the shock of anyone that rented this DVD expecting to see Christian Slater suited up to do the action, but getting his Ballerina widow delivering the goods instead !

A Better Breed of Faux Brick

Hot on the heels of the recent post about the cost of aesthetic in which the unattractiveness of a slab of concrete that was surfaced in an attempt to make it resemble the brickwork around it, and in which it was said that maybe painting the concrete to look like brick might have been a better choice.....

I've come across a rather attractive painting of faux brick on asphalt.

Not a bad effect, yes ?

Yes, that is plain asphalt that has had a brick pattern painted on it.
I'll be keeping an eye on how well it weathers over time but for now at least it's a nice looking job.

How long will a Snickers bar power a Cuckoo Clock

I had decided that my life would not be complete without a hand carved German Cuckoo Clock so here we are.   The basic design of the Cuckoo Clock stretches back to before 1800.  The count of the weights hanging from the clock indicate the number of features that a clock has:  2 weights one to drive the clock and the other to drive the cuckoo.  3 weights add a music box to the mix.
The fact that the clock is entirely weight driven makes it rather easy to figure out how much energy is used up driving the clock.   This posed a question that I wanted an answer to:

For how long would a standard Snickers bar power the 2 weight Cuckoo Clock that I have ?

Let's get a rough answer !

From measurement the clock weights move about  19 inches over 2 days.
This means that over two days gravity is 'calling back' the work that was done to lift the weights 19 inches.
The 'standard' value for gravity at the surface of the earth at 45 degrees latitude is 9.80665 meters/second-squared.
Because the earth is spinning the effect of gravity is less at the equator than it is at the poles because of the centrifugal effect wanting to 'throw' the object off the surface thus it matters greatly where on earth the measurement is taken.   45 degrees latitude is close enough so we'll use that.

The weight (mass) of the 2 weights totals 3 kilograms

So the amount of energy in Newton-Meters that it takes to run the clock for a day is:

Force * distance   =  m * g * d

(3 kilograms) * (9.80775 meters/ second-squared) * (19 inches/ 2 days) * (0.0254 meters / inch) = 7.099 Newton-Meters/day


From the information on the wrapper,  a 2 oz Snickers bar contains  273 nutrition calories  (a nutrition calorie is about 1000 energy calories)

Of course the human body cannot turn all of the candy bars energy into muscle power, but estimates put the conversion efficiency at between 20-25%.   We'll take the low end and assume that 20% of the Snickers bar gets turned into the muscle power used to lift the clocks driving weights.

So the energy required per day in nutrition-calories is:

7.099 Newton-Meters/day  *  ( 1 calorie /  4186.8 Newton-Meters) = 0.001696 calories/day

at 20% efficiency the required ingestion is:

0.001696 calories/day  /  0.20   =  0.00848 calories/day

The Snickers bar  contains    273  calories

So this yields

273 calories  /  (0.00848 calories/day)  =  32193 days  =  88 years

So there we have it.

One Snickers bar is enough to run my clock, bird call and all, for about 88 years.

Aesthetics are for those that can afford it

I went to a Post Office to buy some stamps the other day and was soundly disappointed with what came out of the machine

This has got to be the *worst* looking USPS issued stamp that I've ever seen.  Despite it's message, there is nothing worth celebrating here, not for an instant and *certainly* not FOREVER !

Contrast the workmanship and care that used to go into US Postal Service stamps printed from engraved plates:

Look up close and marvel at the beautiful detail:

I for one certainly can't fault the new stamp for being cost efficient:  stamps printed on location on demand.   With all of the financial trouble that the USPS is in it would be irresponsible now to spend what it takes to produce stamps the old fashioned way.

Near the Post Office where the stamps came from, at Market and Powell is a sidewalk repair eyesore.   Where there used to be a hand laid brick sidewalk, the repair job consisted of concrete surfaced to resemble brick.  

This eyesore might have been palatable if the concrete could have at least been painted to resemble masonry.

With tight budgets the organizations producing these visual disappointments really have no choice but to do a functional job for the lowest price possible.   I think Ronald Reagan referred to this as 'getting the government off our backs'.

Such as it is, aesthetic costs money and right now we can't afford it.

Motorcycles to sell a Dance Company

So in my previous post I showed a motorcycle advertisement that I'd happened upon in which a Ballerina was used to suggest how maneuverable (and graceful) the advertised motorcycle was.

Now here I've stumbled upon an audition invitation from the Paul Taylor Dance Company in which they've decided to use a motorcycle to suggest speed and excitement (the kind of excitement that you'll have if you are accepted into that Company I presume).

It's nicely full-circle now  Dancer to sell the Bike and Bike to sell the Dance Company.

This really would have been unthinkable say, 50 years ago...
When Hunter Thompson (I believe) observed that at that time (in the '60s) Harley-Davidson basically had only 2 identifiable groups of people buying their bikes:  the Police and the Outlaw Gangs

I'm in love with the modern world,...

2012 Ballet's Time To Shine

Perhaps starting with the release of the movie 'Mao's Last Dancer' in 2009.
Followed by the movie 'Black Swan' in 2010.

Ballet is (once again) hitting the pop culture mainstream.

So far this year, hopping on and riding the popularity wave we have 2 current TV series:

1.  The reality based   'Breaking Pointe' on the CW network following the lives of dancers in the Utah based company 'Ballet West'
2. The not-reality based 'Bunheads' on ABC.

It all seems so improbable at first.

After all, Ballet doesn't ooze attitude like HipHop dancing,  or splash couple dynamics in your face like Tango..   So where is the mass appeal ?

Quite unexpectedly, I think I got an answer,  while reading the latest (June 2012) edition of the UK Motorcycle magazine 'Fast Bikes'.    'Fast Bikes' is about, well, Fast Bikes.  The magazine chock full of articles about machines sporting deliriously crazy power to weight ratios.   On such machines a decent rider could be hurled from a sitting start to 100 mph in less than 5 seconds.   That's awesome power on the human scale.

But on page 77 (shown above) there's a full page ad for the KTM 690 'Duke'...

It says (and I quote)  "I need a Duke because...
   dancing is my life"

Huh ?   Yeah,  that's right *because dancing is my life* (!)   So says:

Name:  Susi S.
Age:     24
Profession:  Ballerina

We're in an age where Ballerinas are selling motorcycles in the pages of 'Fast Bikes' magazine.  It seems that 'The Marlboro Man' has been kicked to the curb.

'Susi' goes on to say "..  blending previously unattainable refinement with sensationally cultivated manners and perfectly controlled power"

Yep, that sounds like Ballet  (or is it a motorcycle ?).   Controlled power with all the focus and grace of a pouncing leopard and there lies a lot of appeal.