Sunday, May 17, 2009

The "Staycation" - Part 2

Our first full day of Staycation began bright and early. Mary had signed us up to participate in a volunteer project - cleaning up the planter beds along Massachusetts Avenue. "Mass Ave" runs Northeast out of downtown Indy, and is lined with shops, galleries, restaurants and bars. (Also the Three Dog Bakery, Beans' favorite store.)


The planter bed cleanup is an annual event, sponsored by Indianapolis Downtown Inc.



At 8:00am we met the other volunteers at the park adjacent to Starbucks and Elements, where Mass Ave and Alabama intersect. Shovels and rakes were neatly stacked at one end of the park, along with a row of wheelbarrows and a box of cotton work gloves - all those things that urban apartment dwellers don't own.

We enjoyed a bagel and cup of coffee with the other volunteers while we waited for instruction. We didn't have to wait long. Shortly before 8:30, a young woman waved her arm in the air and shouted "Anybody who's ready to work, follow me!" We joined a group of 10 or 12 people and got our orders - grab a shovel or rake, a pair of gloves, a garbage bag and head out. New perennials had been laid in the beds where they should be planted. Flats of petunias were also set at each bed, to be used as a border along the curb.

We started with the planter bed right outside Starbucks. Soon we were joined by our neighbors, Ann and Alan, and several other people. It took us about an hour to do the first bed, our work punctuated by good-natured banter and a lot of laughter. After the plants were in, we hauled mulch from a big pile across the street. The end result looked pretty good.














With one bed done, we moved north along Mass Ave, past other groups at work, til we found another bed that had not been done. Our group expanded as more volunteers arrived, and we could look up and down Mass Ave and see groups working at planters all along the street.

A highlight of the morning, besides the fun of getting our hands dirty and doing some gardening, was meeting Gus. Gus was a young African-American man, in his mid-30's, who worked with us on both beds, and heard us comment about something new we had seen when we first moved to Indiana. When we were done for the day, he walked along Mass Ave with us and asked how long we had been in Indiana. When we told him we'd lived here about 10 years, he commented that at the same time we were moving to Indiana from Tennessee, he was moving here from Zimbabwe.

Gus and his wife had moved to the US from Zimbabwe in 2000. They came with very little money and a TV-fueled vision of an easy life in the States. What they found here was a much harder life than they imagined, but one that has been both challenging and successful. Gus got his MBA from the University of Indianapolis and he and his wife have recently started a laundry business. He talked about the differences in culture between Zimbabwe and the US. The biggest difference, he said, was that people in the US are persistent. His favorite American phrase was "Failure is not an option" - an idea that he and his wife repeated to themselves many times as they launched their new business.

We enjoyed a buffet lunch of cold cuts and pizza at picnic tables in the Rathskellar's Biergarten. Gus introduced us to two young women, also from Zimbabwe. We compared notes on good places to eat cheap in Indy. One of the women, Amanda, said she loved to eat "street food" wherever she traveled. She told us about a guy here who sells Mexican food out of the back of his car, late at night, near 38th St. and High School Rd. She also told us where to find the best fish tacos - a small hole-in-the-wall place on New York St. at State Avenue. We'll be checking that out later in the Staycation.

Friday, May 15, 2009

The "Staycation" - Part 1

We're doing a stay at home vacation - a "staycation", as I've heard it called. I'm taking a week of vacation, but we're not going anywhere. Anywhere outside of Indiana, that is. At first, this seemed like an approach that lacked creativity and imagination. But as I've worked through the last week leading up to the vacation, I've gotten a better focus on the possibilities.

We recently received the annual "Indianapolis Monthly City Guide", which contains a series of articles on the things you should see in your hometown. We're going to do a bunch of those things...and probably a few others that didn't make the magazine.

Let's start with Friday night - "staycation eve"...

I was driving home on Friday afternoon, a little before 5 (yes, I snuck out early), with the stereo up loud, singing along to Blind Faith.



(It's really true - you can find anything on the Internet!)

As I approached the I-465 loop, I got a call from my friend Dan. "Hey", he said, "My daughter won a happy hour party at Howl at the Moon. We're going there as soon as I get home and change. Why don't you and Mary join us?"

We'd never been to a place called Howl at the Moon, though my friend Sherod used to talk about it as a concept when we lived in Memphis and needed to let off some steam. (As in, "Come on over tonight, we'll sit on the deck, drink some wine and howl at the moon." We'd go over, sit on the deck, drink some wine, and usually howled with laughter, if not directly at the moon.)

The local Howl is a quick 15 minute walk from our place, and it turns out to be a great concept. They bill themselves as the home of the "World’s Greatest Rock ‘N’ Roll Dueling Piano Show". We arrived right at 6pm and found the place was packed, or so we thought. Because we were there for a party, we didn't have to pay the $5 cover charge. We found Dan and Dona, his wife, and their daughter and her friends at the far side of the room, close to the bar, with a good view of the stage. There were two large pianos, facing each other, ready for the duel. The music for happy hour was provided by one piano player, a bass player and a drummer. They played non-stop til almost 8pm. It was loud, fast and just right.

Throughout the Happy Hour, the place got louder and busier. They had a buffet set up near where we were sitting. It was standard fare - nachos, tacos, hot dogs and salads - but the staff maintained it continuously throughout the evening. The beer was cold, and priced right - Bud Lights were $2 during Happy Hour.

At 8, the band packed up and were replaced by two piano players. They launched into a fast-paced show, taking requests from the audience (attaching a dollar or two to the request helped get attention) and bantering with the crowd. There were opportunities to sing along (we did) and to dance on the stage (we didn't).

We stayed til about 9, then headed home with smiles on our faces and a ringing in our ears. It had been loud, rowdy, fun and inexpensive. Our tab, with tip, was $22. A great way to start the "Staycation".

Thursday, March 19, 2009

How You Know You're a Bad Golfer

Alfred, Lord Tennyson famously wrote that "In the spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love". I can vouch for that...I was a young man, once.

Being a bit older now, as spring approaches I find my thoughts lightly turning to thoughts of...golf!

There is a whole list of parallels between the two (love and golf, that is) - the cost involved, the way you start out as a novice and maybe get better at it - depending on your tolerance for embarrassment, the seemingly endless potential for heartbreak punctuated by moments of joy...but that's an analysis for another day. Today I want to focus on the half of that pair that I'll admit to being bad at - yes, golf again!

Here are 10 of the ways I know I'm a bad golfer. If you're honest (a stretch here, since most golfers, like lovers, like to embellish their accomplishments), you'll probably conclude that you're a bad golfer, too.

  1. My handicap is not a numeric score, it's the way I swing the club.

  2. I believe that mulligans, like praise for children and puppies, should be dispensed frequently.

  3. I get the scorecards and little pencils because I like to collect the little pencils.

  4. Tallying my score on any given hole may require counting the digits on both hands, and at least one foot.

  5. I don't know what to do with a 3-iron, but my foot wedge always gets a workout.

  6. Starting a round with less than a dozen balls is risky business.

  7. A confession: I have occasionally pocketed a range ball, knowing that I'll give it back before I reach the 18th tee.

  8. I never met a water hazard that I didn't like...or miss.

  9. "Shaping a shot" is a fantasy I entertain occasionally, like breaking 100...ok, like breaking 120.

  10. The one or two perfect shots that happen unexpectedly during every round are just enough to keep me coming back for more. A bad golfer is an eternal optimist.

Here's maybe the be best thing about golf: Like love, even if you're bad at it, it's still fun!

Fore!

Saturday, February 07, 2009

Things that make you say "#$%^&*()!!"

On last night's TV news there was a quick blurb about how Andrew Card, George W. Bush's chief of staff, had commented that President Obama was showing disrespect for the Oval Office by dropping W's rule that coats and ties had to be worn at all times.

My reaction would have shocked my mother. (She doesn't think I use that kind of language. Sorry, Mom.)

We just finished eight years of constitution trampling, waterboarding, WMD-faking, country-wrecking (Afghanistan, Iraq and the US), world alienating bullshit by the last occupant of the White House and his cronies, all of which showed utter contempt and disrespect for the rule of law, the goodwill of the world, and the intelligence of the American people. Whether or not the new president and his advisors wear coats and ties while they are working to unravel this mess makes absolutely no difference.

What's that old saying we use to describe a person who has fully engaged in a new task? We say he has "rolled up his sleeves". Roll 'em up, Barack! We'll roll ours up, too.

I could have continued my rant, but the folks at the "Think Progress" blog and their readers have said everything else I might want to say. (And Mom, don't read the comments...they get a bit crude. Hysterically funny, but crude.)

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Test - Creative Commons license

This is a test of the html code generated by the Creative Commons web site - http://creativecommons.org/license/

This is only a test. I don't really have a book titled "MyBook". Really.


Creative Commons License
My Book by Mike Johnston is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.

Saturday, February 09, 2008

TED and Isabelle

Today I found TED.com. TED stands for "Technology, Entertainment, Design". Their "About" page says "We believe passionately in the power of ideas to change attitudes, lives and ultimately, the world."

The site presents videos of short talks given at TED conferences. I found the site after reading Guy Kawasaki's interview with Garr Reynolds. It was recommended as a place to see great presentations and learn from great presenters. There's lots to see there, and it is a visually stunning site - great design and presentation. (Hint: Go to the "Themes" page and click on "View as Visualization".)

This is a site I'll visit often for ideas and inspiration. This morning I watched a video of Isabelle Allende, the Chilean author, telling "tales of Passion". She had me from the beginning, when she began with "an old Jewish saying": "What is truer than truth? Answer: The story."

It's an 18 minute talk that is alternately funny, sad and inspiring. Check it out below...and visit TED.com.


Thursday, February 07, 2008

Now can we impeach George W. Bush?

I opened the newspaper this morning during breakfast and saw the following:

"WASHINGTON -- The White House said Wednesday that the widely condemned interrogation technique known as waterboarding is legal and that President Bush could authorize the CIA to resume using the simulated drowning method under extraordinary circumstances."

Read the article...

What possible justification could there be? Yes, I know, mumble...mumble..."Al Qaeda"..."9/11"...."homeland security"...

How about we just say "we no longer give a damn about demonstrating any kind of moral leadership in the world"?

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Not If, But When...

Like we need something else to be paranoid about...the CIA is now warning about a threat of foreign hackers ability to infiltrate the US power grid and, literally, shut off our lights.

Where's my 40 acres and a windmill?

I Want To Go Here!

I'm posting this mainly so I don't lose it...a New York Times "Frugal Traveler" guide to Hawaii. Wow!

http://travel.nytimes.com/2008/01/27/travel/27Hawaii.html?8td&emc=tda1

Thursday, January 31, 2008

A Little Bit of Melvin...


Remember Melvin Udall? That was Jack Nichoson's character in "As Good As It Gets" - the OCD-neurotic character who couldn't walk down the sidewalk because it had cracks in it?

Well, I think Beans, our Boston Terrier, has a little bit of Melvin in her.



We've seen a few incidents lately where she balks at walking down the back hallway - one of only two ways out of the condo to the little patches of grass where a dog can "do her business". Maybe it's the smell of another dog's marking - who knows? We spent several nights this week in a hotel while a hardwood floor was being installed in the condo. Beans would happily trot down the hallway from our room, but would balk when expected to turn the corner to the elevator. Back at home today, she is balking at entering the condo - something about the new wood floor is disturbing to her. It looks oddly Melvin-ish..."I'm not gonna walk on that stuff...only bad things can come of it."

We're working with her, using the little 'treats' from the local dog bakery. (I know...how can you help having a neurotic dog when you go to the 'dog bakery'.) She's getting it...little by little. I don't know whether to call the "Dog Whisperer" or Helen Hunt.


I guess the good news is thatBeans doesn't look like Jack!


Saturday, January 26, 2008

Quote for the Day


"Champions take chances and pressure is a privilege."

Text message from Billie Jean King to Maria Sharapova before Maria won the Australian Open tennis championship on Jan. 26, 2008.

Saturday, January 12, 2008

Out of this world!


Here's a really cool site to visit - the Hubble Telescope News Center. It contains press releases and other information about the telescope. The best part is the collection of images from the telescope. High-resolution photos of planets, galaxies, stars and other space phenomena.

The image shown is "Dark Matter Distribution in Supercluster Abell 901/902".

http://hubblesite.org/newscenter/

Friday, November 23, 2007

Under New Management

We recently read that "you don't own a Boston Terrier, it owns you". Our experience this week suggests that is true. Our new owner, Beans, arrived on Wednesday before Thanksgiving.


We met Beans at the farm where she was born and raised, south of Akron, Ohio. She comes from good stock - her father was a champion at the Westminster dog show in 2003. (The cat is not related.)


Several members of Beans' extended family were on hand to say goodbye.


Back in Indianapolis, there were lots of new things to sniff and explore.


It was a long, tiring day for a little puppy.


On Thanksgiving day there were several new laps to sit in...




...and to nap in.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

A Perfectly Good Word

Last Friday I was reading the "Leisure" section of the Indy Star and learned a new word. I found it in an advice column called "Tell Me About It"*, by Carolyn Hax ( tellme@washpost.com ).

The word was "twitterpated".

How it was used: "Idealistic, definsive and twitterpated are three states of being that, on their own, make people resistant to outside opinions."

I thought it was a made-up word, and made Mary look it up. She found a citation in an online dictionary. I can't find the exact same listing today, but did find several references, including the Merriam-Webster Online Open Dictionary:

(adjective) : under the influence of springfever, enamored, dizzy with fascination. "Nearly everybody gets twitterpated in the springtime. You get weak in the knees. Your head starts to whirl. Before you know it, you're knocked for a loop!" -Bambi —Bambi, Disney, 1942

So maybe it's a word that was made up in Hollywood, but then so was "supercalifragelisticexpialidocious". I don't remember the exact dialogue, but either Dick VanDyke or Julie Andrews said that was a perfectly good word.


(*"Tell Me About It" by Carolyn Hax (tellme@washpost.com, published in The Indianapolis Star, Friday, September 7, 2007, Leisure section p. 27.)

Sunday, September 09, 2007

What Friends Do

This morning I read an interesting article in the Indianapolis Star about a new social networking site called "WhatFriendsDo.com" It's aimed at people who want to organize a team of friends and relatives to support an individual in need through illness or other life-changing events.

http://www.indystar.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20070909/COLUMNISTS23/709090342

I visited their site, http://www.whatfriendsdo.com/ , and found it to be simple and easy to navigate. Registration is free. It was created by a family here in Indianapolis. While I hope none of us need this service anytime soon, it's a link I'm going to keep.

Sunday, June 10, 2007

New Roof, New View

In January we moved to downtown Indianapolis. It's been a great change - we left a big, suburban house for a small urban condo. It has been a beautiful spring in Indiana, and we have enjoyed getting out and exploring the sights and activities that Indy offers.


Here's the view from our new roof - a great place to watch the sunset and unwind at the end of the week.

More posts to follow, with pictures and some narrative about the fun we're having in downtown Indy.

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Chilling News About Global Warming

The story below, along with its accompanying photo essay, should serve as a wake-up call for all of us.

http://abcnews.go.com/Technology/GlobalWarming/story?id=1843086&page=1

Saturday, December 10, 2005

Something You Don't See Every Day

Here's something new under the sun...a new ocean being formed, and in a part of the world that can really use the water!

One caution: It will take about a million years for it to become a new
ocean, so there's no rush to stake out future seaside property.

Sunday, December 04, 2005

How I Know We're Getting Closer to Christmas

Here are some signs that I know it's the holiday season.

1. There's Christmas music playing on the stereo. After 20 minutes, Mary tells me that there's only 1 or 2 more Kenny G. songs remaining in the playlist. We'll do an iTunes shuffle on that list tomorrow. Oh, good, here comes the Brooks and Dunn section.

2. The big wreath is hung above the garage door and smaller ones are hung on the front door, the gate, and each of the front windows. The spotlights are aimed and the white candle lights are positioned in the windows. With these simple additions, our plain, out of proportion exterior glows with a new warmth in the cold night air.



3. The garland has been unboxed and strung up the stair rails, across the tops of the kitchen cabinets, and over the fireplace. This simple addition always seems to transform the inside of the house.

4. And the bears have arrived. Mary and I made two long strings of these paper cutout bears probably twenty five years ago. We didn't have much money for decorations, but we did have some brown paper grocery bags, some colored markers, a pair of scissors and a free afternoon.



Over the years, we've lost a few of the bears, but there are enough remaining to bring a smile to my face as I add a new set of tape loops to their backs and hang them above the doorway. Welcome back, boys. It's good to see you, again.

Now, where's the eggnog and fruitcake?

Saturday, September 10, 2005

Making Sense Where None Seems to Exist

I've spent the last couple of weeks watching, stunned, as the events along the Gulf Coast have played out on TV and in the papers. What seems most obvious is that the magnitude of Katrina's impact will be far reaching and ultimately bigger than any of us can imagine. But bigger than the disaster, I am confident, is the spirit of the world community that is opening it's wallets, homes and hearts to aid the victims.

We are a different country today for many reasons, one of which is that we are now the recipient of foreign aid from other countries. This assistance ranges from millions of dollars and millions of barrels of oil from several Arab countries to money and telecommunications equipment from Sweden to about $6,400 from Bosnia-Herzegovina. While the money and goods will help to restore many suffering peoples' lives to order, it is the symbolism that strikes me as especially significant. It reminds us that we are not alone in the world. We are a member of an interdependent global community. And maybe, despite our most relentless efforts to destroy it, there is still a resevoir of good will felt toward us by our neighbors.

This is heartening to me, because I am increasingly worried about the complex future we have created for ourselves. It is easy to find things to criticize - the war in Iraq, the bungling of hurricane relief efforts, the mounting budget deficits. It is difficult, for me at least, to imagine the solutions or the path forward, especially when we are, as a nation, so politically estranged.

At the risk of adding to that estrangement, I have to quote Thomas L. Friedman, a columnist for the New York Times. In a recent opinion piece, he wrote:

"The Bush team has engaged in a tax giveaway since 9/11 that has had one underlying assumption: There will never be another rainy day. Just spend money. You knew that sooner or later there would be a rainy day, but Karl Rove has assumed it wouldn't happen on Mr. Bush's watch - that someone else would have to clean it up. Well, it did happen on his watch.

Besides ripping away the roofs of New Orleans, Katrina ripped away the argument that we can cut taxes, properly educate our kids, compete with India and China, succeed in Iraq, keep improving the U.S. infrastructure, and take care of a catastrophic emergency - without putting ourselves totally into the debt of Beijing."

I read this earlier this morning, and have reread it several times. Beyond the fact that I respect Mr. Friedman's analytical and observational skills, this piece resonated with me because it illustrated the "underlying assumption" that I have been troubled by, but couldn't put into words. "There will never be another rainy day. Just spend money." Assume someone else will clean up the mess.

Here's a starting point for building a better future: Let's assume that there will be a rainy day. Better yet, let's assume there will be lots of them - not to wallow in gloom and doom, but to be prepared. Let's recognize that our resources - financial and human - are limited and that we have to make thoughtful choices about how to spend them. Let's pick our battles carefully - defend ourselves against agression, and use our strengths to aid our weaker neighbors but not to be the agressors.

It's a real boost to the national ego to talk about ourselves as the "lone remaining superpower". But it's time to realize that our power came from preparation, integrity, compassion and restraint, not as a result of swaggering around the world like a cowboy with a credit card. I think in Texas they call that "all hat and no cattle".