Bat Project

Walker Art Center photo of Huang Yong Ping, The Wise Man Learns from the Spider How to Spin a Web
Tarantula and Wiseman

I have come to rest here at Dunn Brother’s Coffee, just off the west approach to the Lake Street Bridge. Headlights seem as though they could be driving off the bridge right into my lap. Ah, I am thirsty actually, though I don’t think that the black tea I purchased is cooled off enough yet. Black tea, Dunn Brothers, life–what a labyrinth it all is. Or a maze? There is a definable destination, just a bunch of quirky twists and turns. Like just now.
Okay, my stomach is still queasy, so black tea seems appropriate. Weren’t we just talking to someone who said black tea is what she got as a child when not feeling well? But wait–Earl Gold–don’t know about that. Well, the salesgirl says, we really only have Earl Grey, even though the sign says Earl Gold. Alright then. (Vanilla Bean and Breakfast Americana are other black tea choices. Found it the signboard menu only after consulting the sales staff, not on first scan.)
So she pours the tea, I turn and step toward the counter of cream and honey. And while I am squirting honey into the tea, the top comes off the plastic honey bottle and a big glob of honey splashes into the cup, followed by the honey lid. Earl Gold, Earl Grey, Earl Honey: plop.
I land here at Dunn Brothers after going to the Walker Art Center. I was drawn to the prospect of seeing many, several pre-fab houses set up. (…More me wandering around; even the Star Tribune called the inside of the new Walker confusing, though. The new Walker is a magnet for attention – and frustration.) But basically, the pre-fab housing exhibit was in the furthest back gallery. Once there, sorry, but I was disappointed. There was one house set up, but I was expecting more. It was advertised as having eight houses–but the other seven were shown as pictures, models, or plans. (Don’t know why I am so into italics–might be a sign of needing medication.)
But the really cool thing was banner.gif. (Ooh, an inline image as a link.) Here was the cockpit of a P3-Orion (scroll down) and documentation of the Bat Project–in 2001, a Chinese fighter collided with a U.S. spy plane, forcing the plane to land in China. The Chinese dissected the plane and returned the parts.
[Hair-raising blogging: I just thought that I had lost all this entry so far when I tried to insert the photo of the desk, and had hit the key sequence too quickly. But–luckily–the “Back” button worked. Close call. I saved. Also realized that all the tweaking I had done the other day to get the text to wrap around a picture went away when I switched to a new Movabletype style. I have to put the “fontfloatleft” or whatever it is called back into my stylesheet. One moment, please.]
{And realized that I had to “rebuild” my stylesheet–after FTPing it back and forth to edit. And remembered that I could put caption on the picture, which is another stylesheet tweak.}
The scholar's desk, with tarantula shadow
Tarantula with shadow

Okay, got the text-wrap thing, and photo as link, (as a bonus) thing going on. So here is another photo of that installation, much cooler, with the shadow of the tarantula, on the desk.
(Wow. That was way time consuming, duplicating the float left thing. And really, I would have liked to have the images alternate–first one float left, second one float right, and so on. Oh well. Could there possibly be a plugin?)
Anyway, the exhibit was very disorienting. I need curator text, but for the airplane, all I saw were documents in Chinese. I never did find anything at the museum. I will keep reading now that I have found links back to their site.
In the middle of the room is a terrarium, about the size of a pool table, and shaped like a turtle. While you are standing looking at its population of lizards and beetles, you look up and realize that you are standing directly under what would be the belly of the sculpture of the python hanging overhead. It is truly enormous–suspended from the ceiling, it spans the length of the exhibition hall, making you on the scale of, well, a cockroach or a lizard. Very disconcerting.
Earlier today, Dorothea and I went to the Seward Cafe. Hadn’t been there in a very long time, perhaps not even since before we moved back to the Twin Cites eight years ago. And, it was a very unhappy experience. I don’t think I will go back, and I don’t think that I have missed anything. It is weird, since I usually like self-service, hippy-style restaurants. The un-bussed tables set me over the edge.
Dorothea recommended a particular counselor and 5-HTP when I told her that I was probably ready to go back to counseling and antidepressants. She has never seen the counselor herself, but knows of her because a friend went for marriage counseling. The 5-HTP because she used it and liked it but had to stop for medical reasons.
The depression issue came to a head for me on Wednesday at work. I got off a call at 11:00, and went looking for lunch. There wasn’t anything appealing in the cafeteria, and the idea of going out or home were also unappealing. And then I got sick. Maybe that is how I would now describe depression–none of the options seem appealing.
Well, I have come to the end of a nice time sitting and blogging. Till later.
And a final note: Gee whiz, I have a ton of time into this post. Hours. Granted, there are a lot of links, and a bunch of tweaking with the images, but just flat-out a bunch of editing, too. Scary, really, what crap my usual posts must be, since they don’t get this much attention.