Blurred Borders

I’ve been watching the Olympics sporadically on Spanish television with the help of a VPN. What has become clear is that there is an awful lot of nationality-switching. A Norwegian snowboarder couldn’t compete because his Finnish nationality hadn’t cleared yet. Of the four Spanish ice-dancers to reach the final, none was actually born in Spain, and none spoke Spanish with a convincing Spanish accent.

I’m all for this — nation-states are an imperial fiction, after all — but it does seem like events like the Olympic Games are predicated on perpetuating the fiction, with flags, processions, national anthems, and what not. Scooching yourself two countries over in order to have a better chance at a podium place does smack of cheating, however.

Douglass Day

Thanks to running across a post on BlueSky this afternoon, I ended up doing a bit of crowdsourced history this afternoon. When Frederick Douglass passed away in 1895, an activist named Mary Church Terrell led a effort to create a holiday celebrating Douglass’s birthday every February 14th. This holiday eventually grew into Black History Month. Starting in 2017, Douglass Day was revived as a way to bring participation into the Colored Conventions Project, a collaborative effort to surface the 19th century history of Black political organizing conventions.

One of the ways this effort is participatory is by running transcribe-a-thons of documents from the Colored Conventions during Douglass Day. This years’ effort was coordinated by the UC Santa Barbara Department of English and the UCSB Library. They are running this effort through Zooniverse, which is a platform famous for hosting crowdsourced research projects. As of this writing they’ve had 964 volunteers for the 2026 effort. I signed up on Zooniverse and transcribed five documents this afternoon. I’ll be doing more over the rest of this month.

International Letter-Writing Month: A Zine

I’m kind of keeping up with a letter, or at least a card, every day in February. The recipient is almost random. This one’s for Richard, who has the sense of humor to appreciate it.

Zines are hard to photograph in their entirety…

Unsettling Memoryscapes

I have just finished taking notes on a couple of books I recently read to understand more of the context of my ancestral entanglements with Native Americans of the northeast. The books are Memory Wars: Settlers and Natives Remember Washington’s Sullivan Expedition of 1779 , by A. Lynn Smith (2023) and Memory Lands: King Philip’s War and the Place of Violence in the Northeast by Christine DeLucia (2018). Both books examine place, memory, and commemoration following two distinct violent events, namely the scorched-earth campaign in 1779 ordered by Washington against the Haudenosaunee peoples of Western New York, and the hugely destructive King Philip’s War in 1675 in New England. Memory Wars focuses on the monuments that were placed throughout Pennsylvania and New York starting in the late 19th century to commemorate the Sullivan Expedition. Memory Lands considers local history and memory of several sites of trauma from the war, namely Deer Island in Boston Harbor, the Great Swamp in Rhode Island, the Connecticut River Valley in Western Massachusetts, and Bermuda. The two books treat place and memory from the perspectives of both the white settlers and Native Americans.

A couple thoughts from reading these books. Memoryscapes operate in parallel and different people in different communities will bring different meanings to a place and its history. And there is always a history behind monuments and markers. Who were the people who placed them? What were their values, and what sort of power was behind them?

(The photo shows a marker from the Native American Contemplative Garden in the UC Davis Arboretum.)

Explaining a Cascading Metabolic Failure

Working on a drawing for a piece I’m writing… the trick is to be as clear as possible without being wordy. Not quite there…

A Cooperative Dove

While Pica was sketching yesterday at the Arboretum, I went on a little photo stroll, having packed both my macro lens and my long telephoto lens (an Olympus 75-300mm for micro four-thirds cameras). The macro lens is meant for Arboretum outings, with flowering shrubs everywhere, but I have always found the 75-300mm lens difficult to use, especially when photographing birds. The reach is there, but it is challenging to get sharp pictures.

I’ve resolved to practice more with this lens, and a mourning dove hanging around our backyard this afternoon gave me an opportunity. We often see one or two mourning doves in the backyard, not doing much other than pecking occasionally at the ground. I took a few photos, and was happy with the focus on several of them, including this one. I think the key is to have a fast shutter speed and small aperture — I settled on 1/800th of a second at f/8, with auto ISO. But even at f/8, there is not much depth of field to play with at this magnification, so one really has to nail the focus point (the eye and face is preferred).

Sketch Outing to Arboretum

We went to the Arboretum today. It was packed with people getting a quick walk in before the Superbowl, which we didn’t watch. I heard that the Seahawks have always been to the Superbowl the year a new pope is installed, which who knows, but here at least they were successful.

Dutton Hall

For my urban sketch today I walked over to campus this afternoon and settled in to sketch a tree and the north side of Dutton Hall. I colored the ink sketch at home with Neocolor II aquarelle crayons.

Melt the ICE hats: Update

I wrote in January about the Melt the ICE hats. I’ve now completed two and have cast on a third. The first two are headed today to relatives in cold climes. The past few days have been very mild here and California is heading out of wooly hat weather. No matter: someone’s written a pattern for a wooly hat badge which can be worn whenever, and that takes only a fraction of the time to knit.

The project started by the Needle and Skein yarn store in Minnesota has now raised hundreds of thousands of dollars to help organizations defending those targeted by ICE…

A New Tree Arrives

Some twenty months ago, the apricot tree in the southeast corner of our garden collapsed and had to be taken out completely. This left a vacant and unshaded spot in the garden, which was somewhat ameliorated by the placement of a redbud tree by the garden fence. But today a new sapling arrived which was planted in a more central location in the yard. This is a pineapple guava tree and it is pretty tall already. I sketched it with ink and watercolor pencil.