Tuesday, July 28, 2009

THE LIBRARY as COOLING CENTER


The child and I listened to the rhetoric of our politicians and public health officials and visited our local library this evening. We used it as a recommended "cooling center" and a way to escape the 99ºF heat of outdoors, the 90ºF of the house, and the 82ºF heat of the basement for a few hours.

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The child played on the computer in the children's section of the library and looked at books. Troy's Work Table read articles in the Sunday 12 July 2009 issue of The New York Times Sunday Magazine; browsed music CDs in the rock and hard rock categories; looked through the new fiction and non-fiction releases; read the first couple of pages of Marcel Proust's À la recherche du temps perdu, volume 1: Swann's Way; and selected a few magazines to check out—Harper's, The New Yorker, ARTnews.

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TWT also picked up some of the materials to participate in the library's adult summer reading program, Master the Art of Reading. That got him to thinking about how lazy he has been about reviewing the books he has been reading, even if they are "short reports." He isn't making any promises, but will try to be better about posting book reviews to Troy's Work Table once again.

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Now it's off to read some more in Roberto Bolaño's 2666...

Sunday, July 26, 2009

BREMERTON WATERFRONT

The wife, child, and I escaped to the Bremerton waterfront this evening for some relief from the heat. There was a light marine breeze that kept the temperature comfortable. We ate at Fritz European Fry House, one of my all-time favorite restaurants. We sat on the outside "patio," enjoying the chatter and laughter of Bremertonians and seagulls as we ate. I had the chicken basket with Belgian fries and two dipping sauces—Spicy Curry Ketchup and Sweet Chili, each possessing a slight "kick." This was all tempered with an intriguing Diamond Knot IPA.

Afterward, wandering in the various waterfront parks and the new PSNS Memorial Plaza ensued.


(1) This isn't a very friendly way to attract business to downtown. You couldn't even move your car over a block on the same named street, unless you want a ticket. I understand this during the week when the workers of Puget Sound Naval Shipyard are looking for parking. I don't understand how this is conducive to people visiting downtown on the weekends. Maybe Bremerton is hoping to completely kill off its almost non-existent downtown businesses.


(2) The ferry Kitsap arrives at its Bremerton dock, as seen from the Louis Mentor Boardwalk.


(3) A portion of submarine "surfaces" on the sidewalk at the end of the Harborside Fountain Park next to the Puget Sound Navy Museum.


(4) "Porthole" picture sculptures at PSNS Memorial Plaza.


(5) Colors amidst the various shades of gray.


(6) "Our war record—joiner shop."


(7) A portion of ship hull at PSNS Memorial Plaza.


(8) One of the fountains at PSNS Memorial Plaza, whose shape echoes the pools of Harborside Fountain Park, one-quarter mile away.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

RELAY FOR LIFE

Saturday evening the family walked in Federal Way at the American Cancer Society's Relay for Life. A team from the wife's workplace was walking in honor of one of their coworkers who is currently battling cancer. Troy's Work Table walked in honor of his cousin who is a cancer survivor. The child walked in memory of the child's great-grandfather.

In addition to walking a few miles to help raise money and awareness, we also lit luminaries to honor cancer survivors, to honor those struggling with cancer, and to remember those who have been killed by cancer.


(1) Federal Way Relay for Life 2009.


(2) Many of the wife's coworkers link arms as they complete a lap in honor of their coworker.


(3) Still walking.


(4) Luminaries being readied for a couple hours later.


(5) Walking the "Christmas in July" laps, which included decorations, novelty antlers, and Santa riding around the track in a golf cart.


(6) Hope for a cure.


(7) "Hope" luminaries.


(8) "Cure" luminaries.


(9) Luminaries lining the track.


(10) Luminaries for our loved ones.


(11) A team's booth and luminaries.

Friday, July 24, 2009

WHITE RIVER DISC GOLF COURSE


A replacement golf disc for one gone missing—a Lightning Discs long-range driver disc. Opaque mottled orange and yellow with blue foil stamp, 172 grams.

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I headed out today for my first full round of disc golf after rupturing a disc in my back. The ruptured disc actually blew out to the side opposite of the nerve that the previously bulging disc was impinging upon. So my recovery has been fairly quick. I still have some healing to do, but my physical therapist gave me her blessing on hitting the course again.

All I can say is that it was awesome to be back at White River on a Friday morning, walking the course and figuring out how to get discs from tee to basket while supposedly avoiding trees.

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Preparing to tee off on hole #1. (Photograph by The Child.)

I had the best tee shot on hole #1 that I have ever had. I played my Mirus driver and it curved to the right exactly as I had planned. That set me up for an awesome approach shot and an easy putt.

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Vandalism on hole #2.

I just don't understand why kids are coming in and destroying these hand-carved and hand-painted hole markers. They must feel really good about coming in and defacing great signage that was obviously a labor of love. I don't think any hole on the course now has one of these signs left intact.

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Looking back toward the tee from the basket on hole #2.

The course is really green right now, although it was recently cleaned and had debris removed due to the recent White River Open tournament. All of that greenery and foliage means it is easier to lose discs, which is exactly what I did on hole #4. I threw my Lightning D-3 Prostyle driver and watched as it hit a tree, fell to the ground, and was swallowed up by shrubs. When I walked to where I thought it had landed, I couldn't find it. Ten minutes of searching didn't turn it up. Hopefully, someone else will find it and give me a call.

I loved my D-3 for dependable straight drives. I ran down to Mando's Discs after the round and picked up a Lightning #3 Flyer to take over empty slot #8 in my golf disc bag. I hope that it plays as straight as my D-3 did.

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Today's round was played from the (shorter distance) red tee pads on the summer course layout. I played fairly well, although I tired out on the back nine.

Hole 1 - 3
Hole 2 - 4
Hole 3 - 3
Hole 4 - 4
Hole 5 - 4
Hole 6 - 4
Hole 7 - 3
Hole 8 - 3
Hole 9 - 3
Front nine - 31 (+4)

Hole 10 - 4
Hole 11 - 3
Hole 12 - 5
Hole 13 - 5
Hole 14 - 3
Hole 15 - 3
Hole 16 - 5
Hole 17 - 4
Hole 18 - 5
Back nine - 37 (+10)

Total - 68 (+14)

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Lowlights of the day included:

*Playing the worst I ever have on hole #12 because I got stuck behind trees and didn't think through what I needed to do to get back into a good position. That meant three tree shots in a row. Ugh!

*Coming upon more vandalism to the course. Not only was a sign damaged, but someone dug up one of the posts that was sunk into the ground as tee pad marker.

*Losing my D-3 on hole #4, Swallower of Discs. (I have temporarily lost two other discs on that hole, only to have people behind me find them, call me, and give me the discs back a few holes later. I know other players who have also lost discs to #4.)

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Highlights of the day included:

*Awesome playing on hole #1.

*Sticking the hill on the drive on hole #7, which meant that I skirted all of the trees. Playing down from the hill on the approach, also avoiding trees. Putting through branches on a somewhat long putt to sink the disc into the basket.

*Scoring a 5 on hole #13, considering its basket is in its longest possible position.

*Having my back loosen up after a few holes and having it feel really good for the entire round.

*Getting to pick up some new plastic.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

SUMMER BEERS


Hell or High Watermelon Wheat Beer, a Fruit Beer by 21st Amendment Brewery

12 ounce can, served in Weizen glass, $1.92 per pint.

First, it must be stated that I am a sucker for fruit and vegetable beers. I am not sure why. But if a beer is brewed with apricots or asparagus, then I am most likely going to try it. Second, it must be noted that although I used to once relish wheat beers, especially hefeweizens, I am now less enamored with them. So I began this beer in conflict.

It poured from the can the hazy yellow of hay. The head was thin and white, and it didn't last.

The aromas, in descending order, were of grain, an ever so faint watermelon, vegetable greens, and light caramel. (I may have even imagined smelling the watermelon since it is part of its name.) The very mellow taste consisted of a whisper of wheat with the lightest of watermelon finishes. Neither flavor was very strong. They may have actually classified as impressions rather than flavors.

Nevertheless, this was drinkable summer fare and went well with homemade tacos. I could imagine cracking open a couple of these as I chatted with the neighbors in the back yard or mowed the lawn.

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This was all going well, until the wife intervened.

"May I see the can?" she asked.

"Sure."

TWT hands the can to her.

"Did you agitate it before you opened it?"

"What? What are you talking about?"

"Did you agitate the can before you opened it?"

"Let me see that."

TWT grabs the can back.

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At the top of the can, in a thin green band below the lip, are the following words: YEAST INSIDE. AGITATE BEFORE OPENING.

Crap.

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I poured the beer back into the can. Then I poured it into the glass again. It increased its haziness and slightly increased the watermelon aroma and flavor. But only slightly.

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After injuring my back, Hell or High Watermelon Wheat Beer was the first beer that I had after cleansing my body of all of the medications they filled me with. My second encounter with it was similar to my first.

I did agitate the can, shaking it a few times and then letting it settle before popping the top. The agitated pour delivered a more confident head and hazier body. The watermelon was more prominent this time around, but still somewhat lackluster.

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Pliny the Elder, an Imperial IPA by Russian River Brewing

16.9 ounce bottle, served in snifter, $5.20 per pint.

Pliny the Elder is one of my favorite beers. I also discovered that it contains the melon flavor that I was hoping I would find in Hell or Highwatermelon.

The pour becomes an orange that glows. It is topped by a thin skin of white head that leaves fragile washes of lacing.

The aroma is of pine resin, pine needles, melon rind, orange peel, a dash of rosemary, and perhaps a smaller dash of saffron.

The taste is similar with pine and a lightly bitter orange at the forefront. This is undergirded by nettles and needles that also provides a lengthy bitter finish. The nettle flavor is what I imagine would be an established stalk rather than the usual budding foliage and leaves that usually appears in hoppy beers. If I thought about it, this nettle flavor is very similar to the watermelon that is closest to the rind.

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And there was the missing flavor of Hell or Highwatermelon. It was hijacked and included in Pliny the Elder, making an already favored beer even more enjoyable, especially in the heat and humidity of July in the Pacific Northwest.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

SUNDAY NEW YORK TIMES


This afternoon I "set up shop" in the shade of a tree in Pioneer Park while the child played.

My favorite folding chair? Check.

The Sunday New York Times? Check.

Sun block? Check.

Full water bottle? Check.

A time to relax and read. I'm "getting there."

Saturday, July 18, 2009

HELLO MY NAME IS...


Either HELLO my name is TROY or HELLO my name is TЯOY, as prepared by the child.

Picnic. Hamburger. Hot dog.

No BEER. Lemonade.

No WANDERING. Stationary.

But feeling rather well.

Friday, July 17, 2009

A NOT-SO TROY'S WORK TABLE WEEK


Pain. Transport. Hospital. Drugs. Haze. Doctor. Diagnostics. Review. Diagnosis. Disc, ruptured. Rest. (Overexposure? Perhaps.)

No BOOKS. Too drowsy.

No ART. Too drowsy.

No BEER. Not a good mix.

No WANDERINGS. Too drowsy.

Rest. Rest.

More rest.

Saturday, July 11, 2009

A TROY'S WORK TABLE DAY

Today was a Troy's Work Table day, if there ever was one. It involved wandering about in Tacoma's Museum District viewing art in public spaces, as well as visiting both the Tacoma Art Museum and the Museum of Glass; reading a novel and visiting a bookstore; purchasing beer for the beer cellar and drinking a can of watermelon wheat ale; playing in the sun; picnicking; and throwing plastic discs in the front yard.


(1) ART: Water Forest by Howard Ben Tré, 2002, in the Museum of Glass plaza.


(2) ART: The Museum of Glass Mobile Hot Shop.


(3) ART: One of the glass artists with a vase making a visit to the glory hole.


(4) WANDERING: picnicking along the Thea Foss waterfront.


(5) ART: Fluent Steps (detail) by Martin Blank, 2008, in the Museum of Glass reflecting pool.


(6) BOOKS: The literature stacks at Tacoma Book Center.


(7) BEER: A six-pack of 21st Amendment Brewery Hell or High Watermelon Wheat Beer in cans.

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Other highlights of the day included:
*the picnic lunch the child and I had at the Thea Foss waterfront
*the exhibit of work by the 2008 Neddy Artist Fellows at Tacoma Art Museum
*the exhibit of work by Preston Singletary at the Museum of Glass
*Fire Mask and Rain Mask by Preston Singletary
*Raven Steals the Sun (2008) by Preston Singletary
*picking up a bottle of Deschutes Black Butte XXI at 99 Bottles
*drinking a can of Hell or Highwatermelon along with homemade tacos
*practicing disc golf putting on the portable home basket
*reading The City and The City by China Miéville

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Let's just say that Preston Singletary and China Miéville are geniuses within their various artistic realms—glass sculpture and fiction, respectively.

ZEN DISC GOLF



Clockwise from upper left: (1) Mirus; (2) Valkyrie; (3) D-3; (4) Buzzz

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Empty course:
I arrive at 8:00 a.m. and I am alone. One bicyclist is placing her bike in the back of her pickup. Troy grabs his bag and heads toward the first tee.

Empty stomach:
I have skipped breakfast out of necessity. I needed to be here early. Troy closes his eyes and opens them again.

Empty arm:
My forearm is filled with pain. A brace is slid over it. Troy feels the pain move from arm into torso.

Empty mind:
I clear all thoughts. Clutter is swept away. Troy becomes tee and disc and basket.

Empty fairway:
I throw the plastic. It sings through the air. Troy watches as the disc goes where discs go.

Empty basket:
I putt. Disc dances into the basket. Troy plucks it from the chains.

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White River Disc Golf Course, summer layout, red tees.

Hole 1 - 4
Hole 2 - 4
Hole 3 - 3
Hole 4 - 3
Hole 5 - 3
Hole 6 - 4
Hole 7 - 3
Hole 8 - 3
Hole 9 - 3
Front nine - 30 (+3)

Hole 10 - 4
Hole 11 - 4
Hole 12 - 3
Hole 13 - 4
Hole 14 - 3
Hole 15 - 3
Hole 16 - 5
Hole 17 - 4
Hole 18 - 3
Back nine - 33 (+6)

Total - 63 (+9)

This is my best game to date. The front nine is my best nine to date. I played with an arm brace. I began with difficulty walking. I ended with full mobility.

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The Mirus was the star of the day. I have finally figured out how it wants to move. It's nature is different than many of my other discs. This doesn't make it difficult, only different. I utilized it quite often, especially on the first seven holes. It also played brilliantly on hole #12.

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The D-3 played straight and true. It went where sent. It and the Mirus played the first seven holes together.

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Hole #8 was the shift from white discs to yellow discs as the Valkyrie and Buzzz took over primary duties. They played the role of most favored discs with great humility and precision.

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What is the sound of one chain "chinging"?

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White River Disc Golf Course, hole #10: basket, trail, river, tree.