Monday, November 19, 2012

zombie run update


Male age 40 and Older in division ALIVE
Place
Bib #
Name
Total
Pace
Age
Gender
City
St
1
2242
Michael Martin
0:21:31
6:56
42
M
Greenville
SC
2
2255
Richard Wheeler
0:23:29
7:35
41
M
Greenville
SC
3
829
Doug McAbee  0:25:57
8:22
40
M
Spartanburg
SC


Well there's good news and there's bad news. 

The good news is I apparently finished 3rd in my age bracket.

The bad news is that my age bracket is "age 40 and older".  And my greying beard makes me look like a homeless person. 

Thursday, November 15, 2012

superstorms and zizwheels

So apparently there was some sort of storm in the northeast recently?

It was kind of a big deal and I know you've all been worried wondering if my sculpture was ok.  Well you can relax, "The One With The Zizwheel" is fine.  No flooding or wind damage in the art storage facility where he's relaxing until the exhibit goes up.

The SRAM website has been updated to feature the artists and 3D works of art for this year's Part Project.  You can find my big round head here:  http://www.sram.com/partproject/new-york/artists.php with a link to that really bad bio I wrote. 

And you can go here:  http://www.sram.com/partproject/new-york/art.php to see images of all the work for the exhibit. 

You can also buy tickets to the auction on Nov. 29 if you're going to be in the NYC area.

Sunday, November 4, 2012

the zombie outrun

 
What's worse than running a 5k race?  Running a 5k race while sprinting away from zombies who are trying to kill you.  Brother Daniel called me a while back and told me I had plans for November 3.  He said something about zombies and a race and it sounded like fun to me.  With the cooler temperatures it's running season and we normally try to sign up for some races during the fall and winter.  We read over the website and read things like "there's a reason they are called the walking dead" and we assumed we'd be running a race through fields of old school zombies.  No big deal.
 
 That's us still in our blissful ignorance just before the race began at Heritage Park Amphitheater.  Can you tell we're brothers?

The red things hanging around our waists are flag football flags.  Each runner was issued 2 flags and the goal was to finish the race as fast as possible with at least one flag left intact.  Runners who finished with no flags were "dead", killed by the zombies and would not be eligible for prizes or awards.  These little things are held on by a small spot of velcro and when you run they tend to hang in the air behind you like a little red zombie handle.

 
 Georgie and the kids went to watch the spectacle.  They were able to hang out at a couple of places along the course and watch as the zombies tried to eat us.  These two blue zombie girls were in a field of slower zombies right at the start of the race.

 
 Apparently zombies are still plagued by smart phones as they walk the earth.  Perhaps he's checking his Apple maps for "brains nearby".  Not sure how Siri would respond to that.

 
 Here I am entering the "field of screams" where zombies started hobbling toward us.  Some of these people really took this seriously and had great costumes and makeup.  Most of them stayed in character during the race.

 
 That's me navigating my way through the slower zombies.  This was about 50 seconds before I realized just how hard this race was going to be. 

 
 Brother Daniel makes his way through the slow zombies.  You can see that the zombies are living up to their "walking dead" name. 
 
 After clearing the first hay bale pyramid obstacle (did I mention there were also obstacles?) the look on my face tells you how I'm feeling.  I should explain a couple of things here.  First, I run 5 kilometers every day.  It's never easy, but I'm used to it and I can do it most days without feeling like I'm going to die.  I have a comfortable pace, lots of peace and quiet and I just do my thing.  Second, back in my day we had slow zombies.  My friend David L and I snuck into Night of the Living Dead at the theater when we were teens and we mostly laughed through the slow motion terror of zombies.  I think this was one of the first remakes of the really old Night of the Living Dead movies and by the time they started remaking them again a few years back, apparently slow zombies were not good enough for the MTV kids.  Fast zombies starting racing across the screen because they were scarier.  I didn't see those fast zombie movies so for me, zombies are supposed to bumble around looking for brains until some punk with a mohawk pops them in the head with a baseball bat. 

So here was my problem:  Just before the hay bale pyramid I had my first real life encounter with fast zombies.  They would jump out of the woods and sprint toward me.  Keep in mind I've been running for several minutes now and all of the sudden I had to run as fast as I could from some very quick teenage makeup artists.  Way too much sprinting and fast zombies.  This was going to be painful.

 
 Brother Daniel cleared the pyramid with both flags still intact.  He was just as tired and just as troubled as I was.

 
 If you look closely you might note a slight age difference between most of the zombies and me.  To the tune of 20-30 years.  Lucky for me most of them have been playing video games most of their lives instead of exercising.

 
The bald guy in the white shirt in the center is me.  I'm being accosted by 2 fast zombies and I'm trying to zig zag my way through them.  I'm pretty sure one of these guys got one of my flags.  This was getting close to the halfway point of the race and the zombies started getting faster and more blood thirsty.  This was a long uphill stretch with woods on one side and a barrier on the other, trapping the runners in a narrow lane.  Uphill was bad enough but with the extra zig zagging at full speed, my heart was starting to plan a revolt. 

Later in the race I almost lost my second flag to a lightning fast 12 year old girl.  At that point I was one of the first runners to encounter the zombie zones.  This one featured a sea of young and eager zombies and I swear this little girl was faster than me.  I gave her my best football moves and she was steady gaining on me when I dove head first under the next obstacle.  I heard her shouting to her friends that she had my flag in her hand twice and couldn't pull it.  I had to crawl on my hands and knees for several yards under a black tarp and I was happy to find my flag was still attached when I got out. 

A long stretch followed and I had no idea if I was still on the course.  I had to ask a couple of volunteers and they seemed just as unsure as I was.  This seemed odd to me, but I kept running.  I wasn't sure how much farther I had to go but I rounded a turn that was marked again and I was jumped in a narrow gate by at least 3 zombies.  I raced past the first two and the third one ran me into a fence.  I ducked under his grabby arms and realized this was the finish line. 
 

All the spectators were gathered here and realizing everyone was watching, I turned on all the speed I had left so I wouldn't look like I was about to pass out.  Apparently I was the third runner to finish the race and the first one to finish "alive" with a flag left.  Don't get excited, my time wasn't that great, I was just in the top of the first of 4 staggered starting groups. 
 
 My official time was 25:57.  Georgie thought it was 21:57 and since I was too distracted to look at the clock beside the finish line I felt great about myself for a little while. 

 
 Brother Daniel finished soon after and also had his flag intact.  He had the exact same experiences with zombies.  We realized the key to doing well was to run in the later starting groups.  We saw the young cross country teams starting at the end and using the slow movers as blockers to keep them away from the zombies.  We also saw a runner dressed up as a zombie.  Genius.

 
 So our times were not great but we both survived the zombies and we had a blast.  Georgie and the kids enjoyed it too.  So much so, that they want to be zombies next year.  After the race we were photo bombed by zombie nurses.

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

running season


Last year I set what I thought was a crazy goal to run 1,000 km before the end of 2011.  When I reached that one about a month early I immediately started wondering if I could do more.  This year I set my goal at 1,500 km.  Ridiculous.  But thanks to an equally ridiculous streak of running every day since last spring, much to my wife's dismay, I met that goal on Sunday. 

I've only had to run in the rain a handful of times.  I saw a reeeeally close bolt of lightning once and had to duck inside for a while.  I was almost trampled by deer a few times and I almost needed to be revived after just missing stepping on a snake.  I ran early in the morning on some days and at dusk on others.  When G had surgery I got up early and ran before driving us to the hospital, then drove her home the next day, got her safely upstairs and put on my running shoes.  There may or may not have even been an ER visit where we were released and as we headed home she said "Well I guess you'll have to run before we eat dinner."  I did.

Here's something I never thought I would say....I love to run.  It's great.  Don't get me wrong, it hurts and it's difficult and you may have noticed that I'm no spring chicken, but I look forward to running.  There have been days this year when I've ran and my mind has raced faster than my legs trying to figure out solutions to huge problems.  Some laps were spent thinking up ways to make sculpture projects better.  Some were spent developing and rehearsing slide presentations.  Some laps were devoted to grading and going over projects in my head.  There are some runs where my mind goes silent and I think of absolutely nothing for 20 minutes.  But no matter what my head does when I run and no matter how numb my legs may be afterwards, I'm always a better human being when I'm done. 


If you're wondering how the bug problem worked out....none of the remedies, repellents, or voodoo spells worked great.  Deet did nothing but make my lips swell.  I tried Logan's suggestion of rubbing a dryer sheet on my skin and even tucking one in the waist of my shorts.  This didn't keep them from sticking to me and biting me, but I did get fewer bites than with the deet and I had the added bonus of smelling like "spring rain" for a few weeks. Now the cold temperatures and wind seem to have carried the plague away.  So thanks to those of you who made suggestions.   

Saturday, October 27, 2012

see zeke run


Yesterday I decided it was time to see if Zeke was smart enough to run with me.  He's just over one year old and while we have lots of yard for him to explore, we still try to keep him away from the road.  Nothing good would come from him getting too curious about the traffic.  I also prefer to not be jumped on by an 80 pound dog while running. 

But yesterday I walked out for my run and as I walked out of the porch he pushed his way inside hoping to rest in his bed.  When he raced in his bed he was attacked by a vicious 13 year old chihuahua who had taken up residence there in Zeke's absence.  It was a scary few seconds but wisely Zeke retreated while the chihuahua said something like, "that's what I thought" and flashed gang signs at him.

So Zeke was back outside with me and it was time to run. 

The first few hundred yards he tried to jump on me and bumped my feet a few times.  As we neared the road he slowed down and waited to see what I was doing.  After I made the first turn and got on the trail around the perimeter of our land, he followed pretty well.  He would race by me showing off his speed and then circle back to stay with me.  He fell into a good pace with me on the first lap but on the second lap he started to realize that we were just making big one kilometer laps around the plantation.  That's when he started cheating.  He'd round the corners off a little and he'd run ahead so he could lay down and wait on me for a bit. 

On the third lap he proved he was smarter than me.  He ran with me along the edge of the woods and then disappeared.  I did the rest of the lap alone only to find him laid up in the shade when I came back around.  Again he ran with me along the woods before doubling back to his water bucket and then seeking the shady spot. 

At the end of the 5th lap he jumped up and ran the last few steps with me as if he'd been running hard the whole way.  Then he looked at me like he was wondering why I was having trouble breathing.

Saturday, October 20, 2012

secac 2012: chicken, waffles & hawks

This year's South Eastern College Art Conference was in Durham, NC - home of the Durham Bulls minor league baseball team, lots of tobacco and some good food.  I presented a paper about my sculpture process in a session chaired by my own department chair Jim Slagle which meant he and I would be travel buddies for this trip.
 
 Durham has a great little downtown area where the past meets the present in odd ways.  Many of the old tobacco plants had been turned into upscale shopping centers or restaurants.
 
 The signs still pay tribute to the cash crop that I assume built this town.
 
 
 And the trains still run through town several times each day.  Not on this track, but the ones to the left.
 
 
 I took a hike around town and walked down to the baseball stadium to see the snorting bull on the left field wall.  Smoke blows out of his nostrils during the games.
 
 
 The Carolina Theater houses old cinemas and was the host of the SECAC keynote speech.
 
 
 The old buildings and signs made the hike worth taking.
 
 
 I also sat in on presentations by other professors.  There's some interesting sessions and it's nice to get input and expertise from others who may be dealing with similar situations. 
 
 
 Jim and I have a lot in common.  Besides looking alike and hating vegetables, we also love to eat good food.  This turned the dining portion of our trip into a food tour.  We had some great meals.  Pictured above was my meal at Dames Chicken & Waffles.  So many amazingly indescribable flavors on one plate.  So good we ate there twice.  Well worth the 4 hour drive to Durham.
 
 
 We also love pigs so we sniffed out the best bbq in town.  I forgot the name of the place but it had the letter "Q" in it somehow.  Great bbq and fries but be warned, they put onions in their mac and cheese.  Jim was angry.
 
 
 You should always try an Irish pub when you travel and if that Irish pub shares your last name....you should also take a picture of the sign and fist bump the manager.  Great fish and chips.
 
 
 Before our presentations I had to choose between going over my notes to make sure I was prepared or driving over to the Duke campus to see some art.  I'm sure I made the right choice.
 
 
 In Duke's Nasher Museum of Art there were some great surprises.  John Chamberlain's crushed car sculpture above.
 
 
 A huge Richard Deacon sculpture in the main lobby.
 
 
 It's always nice to see a Picasso, of course.
 
 
 The head of a saint from way back in the art history book.
 
 
 And some beautiful Flemish masters.
 
There was also a great contemporary show from the private collection of one of Duke's former graduates.  It included work by Keith Haring, Bruce Nauman, Eric Fischl, Robert Gober, Cindy Sherman, Jessica Stockholder, Sol LeWitt and Jeff Koons.  Photography was not allowed in that gallery and there were just enough dudes in black uniforms to make sure I obeyed the rules.  Very inspiring work though, and also well worth the drive.
 
 
 
 
 
My presentation dealt with my process of using hollow form construction to create organic forms with steel.  Since my dad taught me to weld when I was seven and he taught me everything I know about steel, he figured prominently in my presentation.  It felt good to give him the credit for his influence in my work and to be able to show images of the first body of work I've made since he passed away last spring.  That body of work features imagery inspired by my dad and his great stories. 
 
His birthday would have been Thursday, the day before my presentation.
 
If you've read other posts about my dad you'll remember that he had an interesting relationship with red tailed hawks.  Friday morning I went running near the hotel around a mall parking lot.  As I ran, I went through the presentation in my head and at one point a red tailed hawk of substantial size swooped down and buzzed by me no more than 10 feet away.  Hawks do not normally fly at humans and my lack of hair makes it certain he did not mistake me for a squirrel.  I'm not sure what an appropriate response would have been, but I laughed out loud at the event.  What else could I do?

Saturday, October 13, 2012

great moments in sculpture #52

Critique photos from the plywood project.  These are not all the photos and not all the projects and students are represented....sorry, I'm just not patient enough to load them all.
 
 Andre's device to stop him from smoking
 
 
 Tav's iPhone holder so she can't reach it
 
 
 Whitney's nail biting preventer
 
 
 Kelsey's portable stool of discomfort
 
 
 Megan's blinders, earmuffs and protective vest
 
 
 Sean of the dead's turtle shell to protect him from me
 
 
 The shell attracted a few visitors like Abby...
 
 
 and KJ
 
 
 Emily's sunflower for holding sunflower seeds
 
 
 Brandy's concentration helmet
 
 
 Lydia's sarcasm shield
 
 
 Anne's key holder bracelet
 
 
 Katie's reading nook
 
 
 Jaaziah's phone case
 
 
 Leigh Ann's pressure point machine
 
 
 Taylor's backpack
 
 
 Abby's ears and satellite dish
 
 
Shawny's bug slapper slapping the Cessquatch
 
 
KJ's blond "fro-hawk" and Amish beard disguise