Yesterday I did a symposium on publishing and photography at the San Francsico Art Institute, arranged by my long-time friend and photography teacher Jack Fulton. I had a bit of time to kill and went into the maritime museum at Aquatic Park and again marveled at this model of “…the only five-masted full-rigged ship ever built (in 1902).…
The Preußen was steel-built with a waterline length of 124 m and a total hull length of 132 m. The hull was 16.4 m wide and the ship had a displacement of 11,150 long tons (11,330 t), for an effective carrying capacity of 8,000 long tons (8,100 t). The five masts were fully rigged, with courses, upper and lower topsails, upper and lower topgallant sails, and royals. Counting staysails, she carried 47 sails (30 square sails in six storeys, 12 staysails between the five masts, four foresails (jibs) and a small fore-and-aft spanker) with a total sail area of 6,806 square meters (73,260 sq ft)…
Above from Wikipedia
The Preußen was rammed by a ship in the English Channel and sank in 1910.
“Having graduated from the pink playhouse stage, 12-year-old Sicily Kolbeck is building a 128-square-foot solar powered abode as a place to ‘bake cupcakes, to read and to hang out with friends.’…”
Here.
“…Tiny houses aren’t just houses – they are a movement. A vibrant online community attests to this movement, more visibly perhaps that the tiny houses themselves, which are often hidden in backyards or rural outcroppings where code enforcement can’t find them. Apparently, county and city codes commonly establish a lower limit for allowable square footage of homes, with 600 square feet being a typical minimum. To get around this constraint, “tiny home” dwellers – including Smith – tend to build on wheels, so that their abodes fall under RV rules rather than those for buildings with foundations. These houses are often constructed with reclaimed materials; outfitted with gray water systems, composting toilets, and solar panels; and designed by creative, forward-looking architects. As such, their selling points rest comfortably in a nexus of affordability, sustainability, and aesthetic appeal. They tend to be darling, almost like tiny Disney cottages; they also tend to allow the natural landscape around them to take a starring role.…”
Click here.
And click here for info on the new documentary “Tiny: A Story About Living Small,” by Christopher Smith and Merete Mueller.
For some reason there were a bunch of really fast, really good motorcyclists on Hwy One last night. Not in a bunch, but one by one. One guy passed me (over double line) like a rocket. Zoom! Out of sight in a blink. Another passed me, then took the corner leaning halfway off the bike. They were at one with their bikes, and at high speed.
The fog was creeping in from the ocean and every foghorn was going off, all different tones, like they were talking together. Moaning. One night, I slept in my truck down by the Palace of Fine Arts, close to the GG bridge, and the foghorns were astoundingly deep and loud. Window rattlers. Somehow comforting.
Yesterday Lew told me he went for a run by a local creek, heard splashing, and came around the corner to see a huge female salmon spawning, and 3 males jockeying for insemination position. Pretty good for such scant recent rainfall.
This garden figure along my hike last night.
See Mark Frauenfelder’s Boing Boing post on this here. (2-minute videos are the way to go these days.)
“This tiny home may not look like much but it stands as a true powerhouse, braving decades of abuse from the most unrelenting natural elements. It’s perched atop a rock in the middle of the Drina River, near the town of Bajina Basta, Serbia, and neither weather nor water has been able to knock it over.…” From Inhabitat here.
Man was I depressed yesterday. Will spare grim details. Today, it’s been pointed out to me, is the new moon. Sure enough, the fun factor is back. Koko Taylor singing I’d Rather Go Blind right now, the cold fog has lifted and sun’s out, espresso crema with bit of agave nectar, power plant vapes, the wonder of passion flower architecture (by neighbors’ house) — ridiculous!
More music del día: Howlin Wolf doing 300 Pounds of Joy. Hoy hoy I’m the boy…
Forgot to post this yesterday. For Google passion flower images, click here.
“Owning a school has been an important goal for my teacher/prof partner for many years. We moved closer to her dream when we acquired this lovely 55 acre property in Nova Scotia. Then, our search for a movable school led to this 1875 school house. The school house had been turned into a store and later a storage shed. It was located a few miles away.
The photos tell the story of the tear down, move, rebuild and the now nearly finished schoolhouse. Note, the school house, in 1875, cost $750 completely constructed and furnished! It is now a treasure beyond measure to us.…”
From Tiny House blog here.
The Monkey’s Paw owner Stephen Fowler, with an atlas of Korea published in 1967. Photo by Andrew Rowat
Article in New York Times by Jody Rosen, March 7, 2013:
“…The Monkey’s Paw specializes in oddities…printed matter that has fallen between history’s cracks and eluded even Google Books’ all-seeing eye. There are Victorian etiquette handbooks, antique sex manuals, obscure scientific treatises. There are forgotten 19th-century travelogues with sumptuous chromolithographs and leather-bound correspondence courses on fingerprinting. There are medical books (“Hewat’s Examination of the Urine”), how-to guides (“Safety in Police Pursuit Driving”) and historical studies: “Drug Adulteration: Detection and Control in 19th-Century Britain,” “The Water Closet: A New History,” “The Puppet Theatre in Czechoslovakia.” There are books whose accidentally poetic titles alone are worth the asking price: “Prospecting for Uranium,” “Magnetic Removal of Foreign Bodies,” “South Australia From Space.” A sign in the Monkey’s Paw window dryly sums up the inventory: “Old & Unusual.…”
The result, packed into the store’s shelves, is a dizzying jumble of titles, genres, eras, ideas. Fowler arranges his displays to accentuate dissonance. An outdated work of political philosophy sits beside an edition of Sherlock Holmes written in Pitman shorthand and a trippy 1970s book about holograms. It’s a transfixing, bewildering mix. In 2013, it is also familiar. The book industry is under siege by digital technology, but the Monkey’s Paw has made peace with the Internet — has, in its dowdy analog way, replicated it.…”
Click here.
Thanks to Christie Pastalka
“Olga Wold and her stepfather, Norman Wold, stand outside her homestead shack at Marsh, Montana. Photograph taken on December 28, 1912 by Evelyn J. Cameron.
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From: https://freecabinporn.com/
Yesterday I did a symposium on publishing and photography at the San Francsico Art Institute, arranged by my long-time friend and photography teacher Jack Fulton. I had a bit of time to kill and went into the maritime museum at Aquatic Park and again marveled at this model of “…the only five-masted full-rigged ship ever built (in 1902).…
