The fight for Paradise

It’s not always easy to live in paradise.

Face it, it’s not.

Recall Robinson Crusoe, or Gilligan’s Island, Swiss Family Robinson, or even Cast Way? I hate to use fiction as an example, but (after all) the best fictions are based in reality. All of these stories are set in places that many would find idyllic, but with little to no company and no means of travel all of the protagonists just feel stuck.

They have moments when everything is rosy, and they get to enjoy being stuck in a beautiful, comfortable setting. Eventually however the quiet, the weather, or something wild animal or other pops up to challenge our hero.

The other day, I was struck by the idea of choosing your adversary.

Most of us have someone that pushes our buttons, someone that is eager to tell us what we cannot accomplish or that our work does not measure up. Sometimes that person also eggs us on, to prove that they don’t know what they’re talking about.

If you have such a person in your sphere, use them! If you don’t, imagine them! Don’t subject yourself to the reality of their negativity, but just imagine what such a person might say about the steps that you are currently taking toward your goal(s).

I’m pretty lucky. I may not have great examples, direction, education, but as a white guy, I already have advantages over many. Add that I make a decent first impression, and many doors open relatively easily to me. But there are times that I let my own negativity drag on me, and keep me from trying something or at least procrastinate until I lose all enthusiasm for a project.

There is one guy though. He is one of my favorite people on the planet. Someone, that in most regards, I look up to and hope to be like when I grow up someday. But there was a day many years ago, when he referred to me as “the Peanut Gallery”. The comment struck a thin, pointy barb straight to the heart of me. While most of me is absolutely certain that he was just having a little fun, and did not intend any slight; his off hand remark wounded me deeply, and to this day stokes a hot little fire in my soul.

That fire can help to kick me into another gear, to find energy that I forgot that I had. It can take me to a place destructive thoughts and self-doubt. But there are times I can refocus that let me drive a project that has stalled across the finish line.

So when the weather’s got you a little down or you’re feeling a little stuck in paradise, apply this trick to motivate you. Choose your adversary,  don’t get bogged down in the day to day challenges of living in the paradise you choose. Present yourself with a challenge that will bring out the best in you, the energy to keep driving through whatever is bothering you.

After all foggy days can come and go, but the sunshine seems that much brighter on the other side of the storm.

The shape of things to come

I have a train of indoor kites that are loosely based on the classic Eddy kite, but to keep from having tails on the train I extended the sail straight down from the wingtips allowing that excess sail to be the drag to keep the kites flying right.

Recently I decided to try applying the theory to my miniatures as well. Unfortunately it was not effective for eliminating the tail for this scale, but I like that it allows for greater exposure of the graphics.

This is the first kite with a new print that I found, and it just wouldn’t work quite as well as an Eddy or Shield. Look for more of this shape with other graphics.

This  one is ready to go to Winddriven for sale, although the graphic works so well that I may just mail it to the owner as a sample.

Like living in paradise

As I mentioned in another category of these posts, I have been listening (over , and over, and over) to the “Dont (just) Keep Your Day Job” podcast by Cathy Heller. I usually listen while I’m doing at least one other thing, but yesterday I had some time to sit with few other distractions and listen with intent.

I love the inspiration I get from this show, but too often the tools escape me while I’m rushing around at the day job, to Scout meetings, or just to get things done for or with the family. So, I have decided to sit and take notes (probably over and over, as the episodes are often very juicy) whenever I have the both the time to sit and the energy to focus.

Yesterday was the core of another of my very full weekends.

Friday was full enough, but Saturday morning began with a two and a half hour driving breakfast all before daylight, and ended with me return via the same route after the light was gone. There were a few minutes in the afternoon that presented an opportunity however, so I sat down to take some notes.

While listening to an episode it struck me to start a series of posts addressing one of my pet peeves. I live in a tourist community, a place that by its nature is populated by people stuck not only in a day job (that has them working while others around them are playing), but hanging by a string on on the edge the world.

While I can identify with the difficulties of living in my neighborhood, I bristle inside when I’m bumping into people that are willing to publicly verbalize that they don’t want to be here. I’m often tempted to tell them that if they are not happy, they should leave. So now I will!

Not really, I am going to start sharing and reiterating hopeful messages like Cathy and many of her guests do, in an attempt to lead the people around me to change their minds, or change their situations. I will likely add posts about things to do in this neck of the woods. I could see this turning into a podcast, possibly with a local radio show tie-in, but for now I will post here and develop my voice.

I like living in paradise, I hope you will too!

Survey says?

Hello ImagineNation,

I have been listening to the Don’t (Just) Keep Your Day Job podcast for a few months, hanging about the FB group (trying to be supportive where I feel my 2 cents might be worth 3), taking notes, and creating to do lists. This post checks off the first line on a list that I’m excited to get started on.

Among other things, I am a kite maker, and I’m currently obsessed with miniature kites like this.

2 inch Sotich Eddy kite

Miniature kites mounted to cards.

Being small, they are relatively quick and easy to make, but that leaves me the problem that they pile up. I have spent time, off and on over the last couple years developing a means to mail these gems to interested parties in my far flung communities, and would like to check that I’m doing my best to serve a need.

To that end I would like to include a survey or a link to a survey with the card.

I would appreciate your suggestions on survey questions to include. These are the questions that were obvious to me:

  • Did your card and kite arrive intact?
  • Would you send this card as a gift?
  • Have you flown your kite?
  • Did you need to look for flying instructions on crossedlineskites.com?
  • Address of a friend you would like me to forward a card to.

Thank you for having a look, and thank you in advance for any suggestions. Lastly, thank you to Cathy Heller for all the inspiration pouring from the podcasts, music, and this community she has helped to create.

“Life is too short not wake up everyday, excited”

So I didn’t make the headway this weekend that I wanted to. I made some, just not as much as I wanted (I want it all). Although the head cold hasn’t let go of me, so I shouldn’t castigate myself, I spent too much time with electronic games so I will (just a little).

I did get Sam most of the way to caught up with his school work, and Luc set up and rolling with some online learning platforms. But I didn’t get my homework for Scouts done.

I did spend some time with miniatures, templates for them, cards to mount them on and new cellophane sleeves for packaging them. Not as much as I should have, but I did take steps. The most exciting one (for me) was a template for a pentagon (not a star) shape that I’ve used with some larger indoor kites

This morning however, I woke up raring to try using photo corners to hold the miniatures that I made during National Kite Month a couple years ago. On the newer kites I leave the spreader longer  so that a hole in the card will hold the kite in. The older kites don’t work the same way, which leaves me with something like 50 kites that I don’t have anything to do with (except to keep and fly myself).

I’ve tried the corners on a couple of the tiniest ones, but most of my collection was sitting in the car (parked at the day-job, as I’m on call this week). I’ll be trying on some more if I  can keep my eyes open when I get to my sewing room tonight.

My next step will be to send some of these (only my favorites) out to beta testers with a survey (that I haven’t figured out how to make electronic, Zach should expect a call).

Sick day and some

No progress lately, my time’s just been full of life stuff.

I could have pushed myself to get over to the gallery to make a new video last weekend, but opted to get myself and the kids home from our Scouting trip. I had a good time at the event, but it didn’t leave me refreshed. Here’s the summary.

The wind up to the weekend a bit on the long side. The evening before was full with the Cub meeting and packing. The day we were to leave was even more full.

After a good day at work, I attempted to replace a squealing belt on the car I intended to take on our trip, but missed a second bolt that allowed for the install (the mechanic that replaced the belt the last time must have missed the bolt as well since the belt that was on the car when I bought it was larger than the one listed for the vehicle).

Once I gave up on fixing that in the growing gloom of Autumn, we threw the last of our gear into the car and headed out without restored power steering. A couple miles down the road I looked down to realize that my checkbook hadn’t made it into the car. Assuming that it also hadn’t stayed in the last place that I could remember setting it, I turned around to look for it on the street close to home.

It turned up, not as close to the house as I would have expected, but all the parts were accounted for so my blood pressure began to settle closer to normal.

We turned once again to our destination, and the only remaining excitement from my perspective was driving 2 hours of the twisty coastal highway in the dark without the power steering, while already feeling a bit tired.

My youngest son however felt a little anxiety over getting down to our camp site and setting up well after it was dark, which can challenge any 7 year old. Further the location and accommodations for my middle son was of some concern to him.It came to a bit of a shock to the little one, when I didn’t know (or seem to be worried about) precisely where in the camp my middle one was bunking. He quickly adjusted his thinking when I explained that I was not in camp to be the middle ones daddy for the weekend, I was there just for him.

This event is the annual election meeting for an advanced level organization for Scouts that my two older sons are a part of, but I myself am not (yet) a member. I have always felt welcome at the groups events, but between finances, spending time keeping my younger sons engaged in their own growth, and feeling it important for my sons to find their own space as they mature, I was not in a hurry to join the organization and have rarely attended their meetings.

The weekend itself was not too exciting, as it is a business meeting, there were parts that didn’t pertain to my little partner or I, and as the weather had finally turned, we limited our scope of activities to stay close to the dining hall and its fireplace. Myself, I had started to work up a head cold and sore throat, so I was intent on staying comfortable.

We did manage to find a cool new spot in camp. I have been to this camp for nearly every kind of function in my dozen years of Scouting, and have wandered through many of it’s concealed corners. However this nifty spot is out beyond the firing ranges, and therefore not safe to visit anytime that the ranges are being utilized. We had a brief window one morning to walk out and enjoy the peaceful spot among some of the oldest trees on the facility.

Much of the rest of our stay centered around a range for tomahawk and knife throwing. I have seen ranges here and there over the years at events oriented for older scouts, but my kids never expressed an interest is giving it a whack. Until now. My youngest asked the Rangemaster if he could give the tomahawks a try, and most of the rest of the day was lost.

Luc handled himself as well as any of the Scouts twice his age, listening to the Rangemasters’ instructions and suggestions, waiting his turn whenever he was cycled out, and trying out the throwing knives whenever it was his turn but another Scout wanted to throw the hatchets. The thing that surprised me most, was that my relatively nonathletic son kept throwing those heavy chunks of metal over and over for hours. What pleased me most though, was that all day while he was waiting he was quietly clapping and encouraging the older Scouts with their throws.

The day ended with a nice banquet featuring the first roast pig, that I’d ever experienced. Naturally, Luc expressed astonishment over the apple that someone (inevitably) shoved into the mouth.

The next morning was full of packing out and cleaning up.

On our way home I stopped at another auto parts store and after a false start replaced that belt with the correct size.

As I mentioned, I had considered stopping off at the gallery to shoot my next video, but my energy was flagging again. Despite that we got unpacked, started cleaning gear, and I even ran some errands before crashing. Sleep didn’t come as soon as I’d hoped, but it came eventually.

Monday, the cold was progressing, but as my partner was out of town, I headed in to work anyway. Tuesday however I sacrificed to better health, then I took Thursday off as well to go to Parent/Teacher Conferences for my younger sons.

This year showed a change in the norm for them both.

Our kids have always been popular with the teachers, and are academically capable. My middle son however, has always preferred to challenge himself to turn in all the work at once (a goal he has yet to achieve), resulting in poor grades in many of his classes and in him retaking a required class this year.

So far, he has managed to turn in most of the work for all of his classes, meaning that he is carrying grades well better than the norm for him.

For his younger brother, we find a teacher highly motivated to drive him to even greater heights. We have known the Luc is advanced socially and academically, although the testing had been somewhat limited. The latest testing shows him to be even further along than we thought academically, to the point of his teacher suggesting that he could skip forward a grade if we pushed him a little on math (I have been reticent on making him memorize his multiplication tables). I am not a huge fan of skipping grades (part of the reason to go to public school is to learn to deal with your peers), so we will explore what electronic and extracurricular learning activities we can track down for him.

I also need to spend more time with him reading aloud. He speaks well and reads (possibly too far) above his reading level, but hasn’t learned to be fluid when reading to an audience.

My challenge with him will be to continue to push him while keeping it fun.

We wrapped the evening with a Halloween themed Pack meeting.

So there you are, some full days (even if some were full being still). Now I need to dig deep for some energy to research in education applications and some for my kites (I’m looking forward to trying a smaller shield with that web print) & cards.

TTFN

Getting in to the season

I have trouble finding good material for the minis for this time of year. Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Autumn in general are represented by large gourds, large leaves, large birds… You get the idea, Fall is about things that have grown all the rest of the year.

The other day I found a package of this really busy design, but I liked the simple colors (besides I have to support the Oregon State Beavers whenever possible). Here it is mounted on one of my new cards.

Yesterday I had the awesome opportunity to introduce myself and my approach to the miniatures to the owner of the local kite shop that I had stopped off at last month. She had come in to the day job to ask about some work she was interested in having done at her shop, and once we were done discussing her project I took the liberty to show some pictures. Later on, again after the work was done, I took the opportunity to show off the pictures to her store manager.

They are interested in having a better look at the kites, so I need to make some time for cards and mail out some kites. I also ordered in some plastic sleeves, I have been dragging my feet on that for some dumb reason.

I was energized by the progress, but an hour and a half Scout Committee meeting that took two and a half hours sapped me of most of my energy. I’ll try again tonight after the Troop meeting.

 

Here we go

At long last here is my attempt at flying in a gallery space. With the kind permission of the Lincoln City Cultural Center, here are a few seconds of me flying in the PJ Chessman Gallery during The Casbah Show. An excerpt from the show description follows below.

I still need to work out audio to fill the background, but I found the interaction with a gallery visitor (who is actually one of the artists on display) to be too dorky to cut out.

“The Casbah: 30th Anniversary Show”
September 14 – October 8

The Chessman Gallery is proud to see the Casbah group return for their 30th Anniversary Show! This group was instrumental in the formation of the Lincoln City Cultural Center and were the first artists to exhibit back when the organization was known as the 4C’s.

This group has a long history of putting on “Happenings” which include inspiration from writers, poets and musicians as well as the visual artists.

This group of Oregon artists of multiple disciplines will be filling the Chessman Gallery with paintings, drawings, sculpture, glass, art prints, pottery, photography, poetry and theatre. The multifaceted creativity present in this group is a joy to experience and we hope you will join us in celebrating their 30 years together.

The Casbah was born in 1988 and have exhibited art and performed readings together in 32 venues throughout Oregon and Washington. This group aided Phyllis Chessman in the work to make the Cultural Center a reality, and exhibit with the organization first in 1990 when it was just beginning and called the 4 Cs. The first location of this infant version of the Lincoln City Cultural Center was on the bottom floor of the Library and City Hall building in Lincoln City. This group received the North Lincoln Art Award in 1992. Since then, The Casbah has flourished into a well known group of artists with a wealth of knowledge and experience behind them. Their shows are unique in the way that they engage the viewer with visual art as well as music, poetry and theater. Writers and poets are an integrated part of this group and the whole membership thrives with this added level of shared ideas, support and inspiration.

Artists include: Paintings by Martin Anderson. Ceramic and print making work by Marilyn Burkhardt, photography by Ralph Elliott, oil paintings by Sharon Maribona, ink drawings by Melody Martin, wood work by Rick Martin, mixed media work by Nan O’Keefe, paintings and mixed media work by James O’Keefe, glass work by Kate Saunders and paintings by Molly Wullstein Van Austen.
Writers/Readers include: Patti Siberz, Libby Durbin, Julie Reynolds-Otrugman, Ger Killeen.

At the Chessman Gallery, a nonprofit art space inside the Lincoln City Cultural Center, 540 NE Hwy. 101. For more information about this show or any of the many events going on at the Lincoln City Cultural Center, call 541-994-9994, head to lincolncity-culturalcenter.org, or become a friend on Facebook.

Well that happened

So the 40th Annual Lincoln City Kite Festival has come and gone.

The weather was not always conducive. Saturday started out with some intimidating conditions; thick storm clouds on the horizon and strong gusty winds, surf heavily influenced by the previous night’s storm, and a high tide an hour and half into the schedule that left a 40 foot strip to fly in.

I have a durable and reliably stable, single line kite that all the inflatable kite flyers are familiar with. So, I made a point of having the first kite in the air to provide something of a weather vane for my friends.

As the winds began to calm, and the festival was scheduled to begin, folks started to bring their giant inflatable kites out. Between the instability of their kites and how close the fly them to the ground, I proceeded to move my anchor to avoid tangling in their kites or tails.

Just about at the point of high tide, we had an incident unfold right in front of several of us kite fliers. A wave came over the berm of sand, up and around the D River and into a pile of kites that were (too slowly) being moved downwind and higher on the beach. As we were grabbing lines and kites to keep them from being pulled out with the receding wave, part of the wave knocks over a preschooler and swamps a mom (carrying another child) so that she can’t move to assist. Two of my friends leapt into the water to grab the child the was rolling with the outgoing water and assist the mother to dry sand.

After that excitement we all continued to add color to the air as the changing winds and growing room allowed until about 3 in the afternoon. I wound up moving my anchor for the kite I initially launched several times, adding 2 small inflated kites to it. I also managed to get 2 of my Cody’s up, trained together for the majority of the afternoon, and eventually got out a train of six, 4 foot Delta Conynes that I only fly when it is particularly nice.

I think that I may have had the last kite in the air as we all cleared the field to head for dinner. While it started out intimidating and I didn’t get far on advertising my kites, the day turned quite fair and we represented our passion well.

Sunday was a whole other matter.

The forecast missed by a little. The fine rain we had most of the day in place of the overcast skies made it so that very few kites came out of vehicles. Where the forecast was nearly perfectly accurate was the wind conditions. The wind started softly from the East and only shifted to the Southeast.

Again I got kites out as early as I could (and flew them as often as I could), but wind off the mountains is hard to fly in, and the soft wind died every time the wind shifted directions. I vacillated between my stable and reliable Delta Conyne when there was enough wind and an Indian fighter kite when the wind was too low, except for about an hour around high tide (which was even higher) when there wasn’t enough room to work and it was better to make certain the tourists realized that the surf line was not a safe place to be playing.

Toward the end of the afternoon, once there was plenty of sand again, many of the inflatable kiters came out to try, but couldn’t find sufficient stable wind to keep their huge kites up for long and took their gear home to dry. I did have a nice moment with another flier, that was flying two custom Delta Conynes made by my dad.

At dinner that night, I got a “Well, we did the best we could with what we had” from one of the more experience fliers, but my Codys didn’t even come out of the bag on Sunday.

So, no traction on the current steps, but went out and represented (and reminded folks that I really know how to fly).

The last couple days since have been full with the day-job, catching up with homework with the kids, and drying gear out.

I hope to get the latest video up soon.

TTFN

 

Gatekeeping

I was hoping to get back into the groove, but alas it appears that I’m going to act as my own gatekeeper.

While I can spout excuses about being tired from the weekend, being busy with Scout meetings and work, the truth is that I’ve just lost my mojo (I’m certain it’s temporary). I’m also (nearly certain) of the exact cause.

This coming weekend is an annual kite event in my own home town. I can whine about how I don’t have enough (or new product), how the event lost my number when I told them that I was done putting in half a work week for free while no one mentioned my kitemaking, how the weather is not conducive this weekend, and fall back on “I’m tired”. However, I’m really just getting in my own way, being afraid to stand up for myself and my work to “older”, more connected members of the local kite community, and wishing that I had new stuff to show off (when I’m the one that hasn’t made the time to complete projects) and the old stuff is fine anyway.

The week hasn’t been a total loss though, I did go by the local gallery and shoot a couple short videos. However, with my current mindset, I was hesitant to even look at them. I know they’re not going to be great, but some stupid part of me wants them to be perfect now. That may have something to do with the kite festival being in town too (the kite getting all the attention are basically giant flying balloons that is not approachable for the average guy, in fact the kite owners chase people away from them).

I promise, I’ll get the video up (but probably not until after the weekend) with notes on artwork that hangs in the background.

ENOUGH