Thanks… but no thanks.

Quite the dinner party we participated in last night, lasting well into today. Good times were clearly had by all present—thinking back (with the benefit of sober hindsight), it now seems highly likely that it may indeed have been the muktuk and frozen Brennivín (aka “black death”) gleefully served in the wee hours of the new year that did the most damage…

Let’s just say it’s been a day of mostly abstinence… Na zdarovye!

Los Angeles, California

The Center for the Study of Political Graphics has a few new online exhibitions of “oppositional goodness”… among them, MasterPeaces, High Art for Higher Purpose and Art Against Empire, Graphic Responses to U.S. Interventions Since World War II. A small sampling of the posters and graphics on display appears above.

Source: Social Design Notes

Devils Tower, Wyoming

Several Native American legends exist regarding the origin of Devils Tower. One of the most popular involves seven young Kiowa girls who are chased by giant bears. In an effort to escape the bears, the girls climbed atop a rock, fell to their knees, and prayed to the Great Spirit to save them. Hearing their prayers, the Great Spirit caused the rock to rise from the ground towards the heavens so that the bears could not reach the girls. The bears, in an effort to climb the rock, left deep claw marks in the sides which had become too steep to climb. (Those are the marks which appear today on the sides of Devils Tower). When the seven girls reached the sky, they were turned into the star constellation the Pleiades.

In another version of the legend (depicted in the painting above), a group of Natives are chased by a giant magic bear. Again, the Great Spirit raises them up on a rock tower where they are able to fight back and defeat the bear as it tries unsuccessfully to climb the tower—no explanation of how the bear loses its long tail… (it’s also worth noting that the bear shown in the image above is about 100 times actual size, while the warriors on top are about 10 x actual size).*

Devils Tower (Mato Tipila in Lakota, which means “Great Bear Lodge,” though named by surveyors after another Native name, “The Bad God’s Tower”) is a monolithic igneous intrusion located in the Black Hills of northeastern Wyoming, rising dramatically 1,267 feet (386 m) above the surrounding terrain with a summit 5,112 feet (1,558 m) above sea level. A most improbable mountain comprised of sharp, near-vertical cliffs with regular furrows, it sticks up like some giant, prehistoric tree-stump. Devils Tower was the first declared United States National Monument, established in 1906 by president Theodore Roosevelt. Stephen Spielberg used it as a backdrop to his 1977 blockbuster movie Close Encounters of the Third Kind (remember the mashed potato carving?). Yearly, some 400,000 tourists come to gawk at its unusual shape, and it is still a favorite “test-piece” for trad rock climbers (statistically, about 1% of visitors are climbers).

Most of the evidence suggests that the strangely-shaped mountain is a laccolith, an intrusion of hot magma from deep within the earth that never reaches the surface. It pushes up a bulge of sedimentary rock but without forming a caldera or crater (as a volcano would have). As the molten rock cools and the soft sedimentary rock of the bulge is worn away, the harder igneous rock is exposed (in the case of Devils Tower this would have resulted in the top of the tower becoming visible between one and two million years ago… with continuous erosion ever since). As the hot rock cooled, eight-sided vertical columns formed. As these columns continued to cool they shrank and pulled away from each other, making the furrow marks that run vertically down the tower from the top. The tower’s rock is phonolite porphyry, a gray or greenish igneous rock with crystals of feldspar embedded within it.

I’ve had the pleasure (and great privilege, I would say) of climbing Devils Tower several times over the years. Although forced off the tower just several pitches up by an afternoon lightning storm on my first attempt, I was able to lead the Durrance Route (one of the Fifty Classic Climbs of North America) the next day—including the famous “jump traverse” which involves an airy leap across a gap between two columns nearly 200 meters above terra firma. On a later trip, I climbed the classic Wiessner Route (led by good friend Gregor Brandt, with his lovely partner Janice Liwanag seconding, and me cleaning). The top of the tower is about the size of a soccer pitch, and as the sun goes down you can watch a rapidly-elongating shadow race out across the surrounding terrain—truly magical.

*Note that Devils Tower is sacred to several Native American Plains tribes, including the Lakota Sioux, Cheyenne and Kiowa. In response to a concern about climbing the monument being considered a desecration, a compromise was reached in recent years involving a voluntary climbing ban during the month of June, when the tribes are conducting ceremonies around the monument. Most climbers honor this ban and voluntarily choose not to climb the Tower during the month of June.

The image at the top is by an unknown artist. The image below is a photograph taken in 1900 by Nathaniel H. Darton of the U.S. Geological Survey (the broken column which constitutes the first pitch of the Durrance Route lies along the left edge of the shadow vertically dissecting the tower).

(all one really needs to know, actually… and more)

Hot vs. cold, advancing vs. retiring… find lengthy prose along with explanations aplenty in Chromatography; or, A treatise on colours and pigments: and of their powers in painting by George Field, London, 1841.

Read it for yourself if you’re so inclined… here.

Ningi, Queensland, Australia

James Corbett used to work in an auto recycling business in Brisbane. Access to vintage car parts (he especially likes 50s and 60s British and French marques, apparently) and a knack for assemblage led him to full-time art-making in 1999. His unique “car part sculptures” can now be found around the world. James does OK by his art as well (the ram above, featuring a body of spark-plugs, reportedly sold for $23,000 lately). Read more about James and his work here.

Thanks to my CIRCLE colleague Carisa Romans for introducing me to Corbett’s remarkable work.

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A lovely Messerschmitt conversion… dashing through the snow.

Chanced across this on Facebook, original source unknown.

(flashback to San Francisco, 1976)

Thirty-four years ago today, The Band, joined by more than a dozen special guests (including Paul Butterfield, Eric Clapton, Neil Diamond, Bob Dylan, Emmylou Harris, Ronnie Hawkins, Dr. John, Joni Mitchell, Van Morrison, Ringo Starr, Muddy Waters, Ronnie Wood and Neil Young) gave a final performance, “The Last Waltz.” (I’ve been listening to the album set of that memorable concert ever since). Director Martin Scorsese filmed the gig and two years later produced a documentary with the same name—today hailed as one of the greatest concert films ever made.

See the movie trailer here; visit YouTube for dozens of out-takes… enjoy.

source: Shorpy

If you like high-resolution photographic images from the past (albeit predominantly American), this archival site is a great resource. Enjoy.

Thanks to Jeope Wolfe for the link.

Winnipeg, Manitoba

Louis David Riel was a Canadian politician (elected three times to the Canadian House of Commons, although he never assumed his seat), the leader of the Métis people of the prairies, and is considered to be the true founder of the province of Manitoba (in these parts he’s now regarded as our greatest folk hero). Today marks 125 years since he was hung for treason… his body is buried here in the churchyard of Saint-Boniface Cathedral.

“My people will sleep for one hundred years,
but when they awake, it will be the artists
who give them their spirit back.”

—Louis Riel