Thursday, September 8, 2016

Ultimate Frisbee Pittsburgh Westinghouse Group

Ultimate Frisbee Pittsburgh Westinghouse Group over the years..
Sat after Thanksgiving:

Labor day, 2016:

Larry used a techy device to map our route:

Here we are May 14, 2015:



In 2007 Fabio Scenini sent me this pic: (taken 2005)
10/2005 - Pics with Diego and Andrea just before they left

 And 8/2005:
And the same year, our Ultimate Frisbee Fox!

And here's a few pics from our Ultimate Frisbee trip to Panama City Beach, Sep 2015:

Monday, August 22, 2016

Beyond the mere brocade

Frequent movement all around, with percussion to astound.
Harmonies give light to sound, christening a pluck redound.
Subtle serenade subsists with symphonies and blades.
Yet gentler rhythms spark the nightly shade.
Listen to the flowing holographic chant: it's just been made,
moving over altitudes beyond the mere brocade.
And it's said, that nothing happens,
unless an act can move from here to there, and then we'll trade.

Red carpet stairway

A Whirlwind of Stolen Time

She was more like anything I've ever dreamed of and she was no dream. She waxed elusive hidden in plain sight wearing an exquisite red evening gown with trailing tails which flowed behind her as she entered the stage, bowing and seating herself before the grand piano. She was Valentina Lisitsa, and she was here to play Edvard Grieg's piano concerto. Then she began and time seemed to stand still, yet minutes passed and the beautiful music progressed faster than I would like, for I wanted it to last forever.

Lively passages quickly give way to passionate vibes, as unyielding concentration poured heart and soul into vigorous sequences of splendor. Then came a smile as she gently leaned forward as if contemplating the next measure for measure. Fingers sprightly danced over the keyboard coyly flirting with oboe and cellos, and again the PSO repeats the refrain. Hands now seemed to attack the keyboard for only a quick few notes, then softly silhouetted a sanguine solo sequence.

Fast forward to the end, and my friend exclaims: 'outrageous' meaning it was so magnificent as to go beyond mere description. I agree. Time has stolen itself back again, as the concerto is now over as the audience applauds, and I again have been robbed of the beautiful music from my ears. Yet I'll return to hear again.

Usurp the Clock

Even now as I write this the full toned voice of Joshua Bell's violin is still ringing harmoniously in my mind. He has conquered the savage temperament of his instrument and masterfully tamed its pinpoint delicacies with such precision as to elicit chords of such beauty

Countenance became an expression of a tempestuous glowing fervor deep within the musical composition, which only he, the soloist could feign to adroitly release before the rapturously assembled audience whose attention could not be broken by nary a cough nor sprinkling of applause between movements. Indeed each of the patrons around me seemed spellbound by the performance unraveling before us.

Enthusiasm expressed by his mastery of the violin and the score exposed a smile in my heart translated to my lips. Simultaneously the music would affect my introspective mind as I discovered the notes were fixed yet offered more: the rhythm and other aspects of his solo interpretations supplanted subtle expectations and were deliriously absorbed by every ear.

The pure notes reached my soul and produced the most exquisite feeling of joy within me. I felt the greatest eagerness to fully hear more, yet at the same time furiously usurp the clock to slow down time so that I may savor the delicious sounds, to bathe in their silky texture and to break the surface of each luxurious tone like a swimmer emerging from a pool, refreshed.

Naked Strings Commence

Naked Strings commence
Percussion joins
Dissonant Horns fledglings hatch
Piano transcends
Drums ravage common tempo

Trombone segway her entrance
Cello stumbles
Bells ascend
Bass girds
String screech like an owl
Trumpets enunciate
Big O notes from Trombones emancipate
Drums roll thunder
Slowness descends
Piano and woodwinds ripple
Xylophones harmonize
Trumpets Sustain
Violas Scarily announce
Trepidatiosly drumming
Cellos grind
Horns accent
Percussion train has arrived
Revelry ground
Fluttery sounds underground
Grand scale top
Wood Xylophone promenade
Brass Dominates
Conductor yields ascending lines
Magical variations as the wand waves
Culminating Revelry like bees swarming
Darting hither and thither, pouncing, gone
Principle Mastery in unison
Yet dissonant sounds unavoidable
Shifting gears
Shattered grandeur
Strings enunciate
Flying heights
Woodwinds enjoin
Final Ascent
Hectic Hay-day
Resolving to naught
again Naked Strings
as in the beginning, so it is again
Monotone metronome drum
Heart beat methodically
volume, fullness
Louder, ready to Burst

An ardor flirtingly revealed

Is it a sturdy cacophony replete with waving baton, or a measured gravitational series of waves that roll ceaselessly over my senses, caressing the very depths of my being? Either or, it makes no difference, it is anxiously perceived.

In my minds eye I imagine a subtle smile detected, with long flowingHallelujah hair flung opulently as if to obscure my concentrated view, but not in a direct line of flight to the ensemble, but rather a subtle diversion reaching from within the orchestra's core competency, softly mixing harmonic elegy to show an ardor flirtingly revealed.

A temporal dilemma arises, hitherto redacted prose replete with singularly intimate imbalance replenishes softly my consummate repose. Already scribed with abundance, the text remains. Hearing quiet sounds, the concert continues, no need to amplify, my conscience returns in ample abundance.

The love story is still building, ever longing, building, longing the way it was intended in the opera, the way it has always been. Is it a splendid tragedy? No, it's ever my immortal hearing of a beautiful love told in music which never fails to send shivers through my soul

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

2015 Trip to Panama City Beach


Day 1. Doug picked up a bike he found on craigslist. Dave was having a showing of his beach house, so we passed our time eating at Pineapple Willies. Later, we played ultimate Frisbee on the beach.

PhotoAfter dinner we all tried to use the house elevator. It stalled and wouldn't respond. Dave called for help, but it seemed apparent no one would get there quickly. Being rather hot and cramped, we started to find an emergency release. There didn't seem to be one. Doug used his car key as a makeshift screwdriver. After much fiddling and fidgeting, and desire not to break the mechanism, 

Alan and Doug decided that we needed to jointly pull back on the door to release tension, while Doug pushed up on the solenoid plunger. It worked and we were free!

Bigfoot sighting on the beach... Frightened beach goers flee into the Gulf of Mexico. This joke became references to Sasquatch in Panama City Beach Florida, and Dave Markus playing Frisbee with us became 'Squatch'.

Tod was kidded about 60% eyesight depth perception because he suggested that perhaps he was using looming to perceive the frisbee. It was proven he did indeed use depth perception -- tests with one eye closed.

Larry was kidded about shark bite. He hit his head on the fake shark we used for a photo op.Doug was kidded for a possible hot bike (being from craigslist). Nobody kidded Dave T. We idolized him for his capitalist achievements.

Sunsets every night. Walks along the beach. The shells were small, but i collected many.

Swimming in the pool, soaking in the connected hot tub with jets. One sign on the second level: "Attention: Do Not Jump From Deck Into Pool Below. Serious Injury Or Death Will Occur." If not form the fall, then from the owner.

Doug stepped on a jagger with hooked spurs. Dave said to look out for them because they not only hurt but were hard to remove. Alan arrived to play late and said he came barreling down and must have got half a dozen in his foot. 
We heard a Great-horned Owl the first night, which seemed out of place for beachfront. Could it have been a recording?

Day 2. More Frisbee. Everybody went to see Steelers at Pineapple willies. Doug instead rode his bike to Conservation park.

PhotoDay 3. Played Frisbee twice on some days, and every day until Alan and Dave left Wed back to Pittsburgh. We found teams that were evenly matched. Larry, Dave T and Tod against Alan, Doug and Dave M. Playing barefoot no the beach was much more difficult than turf, although we did get better as time went on. We experienced new muscles in our calves. Injury of note, Larry pulled his toes during an amazing dive. 

PhotoThe wind on the beach was the biggest factor, we made adjustments but it was a daunting task to hit our teammates. Later, looking from the house to the sand, there was multitudes of footprints between the marked goal-lines, and very few actually in the end-zones. Nearly everyone took advantage of the soft sand to take dives for the Frisbee (chicks dig it), even bionic folks. On one particular morning was there no wind, that was really nice.

Trip to Seaside where they filmed "The Truman Show" and saw the Modica Market in Central Square. Further on we toured a house worth $1.25 Million, in Pittsburgh it probably would have been 1/3 that price.


Day 4. Shell island. "Fairies, we ain't got no fairies here boy. What we got is a shuttle. No fairies. Maybe go on over to Neverland for those fairies." -Al's impersonation of entry guard to state park, in southern drawl. 

All 5 of us tossed Frisbee in the crystal clear water, completely free of seaweed. Small fish fritted in amongst our feet, sometimes nibbling. Alan spotted an eagle. Larry spotted an Osprey. Doug found an alligator on a parallel pond on the interior, almost startling him while he was taking pictures of ducks and scenery. Alan posed for a photo op in this wrecked abandoned boat along the shore.

Poker. Tod purportedly didn't know the first thing about it, used his smart phone to see which hand beats what. And of course he did best winning the most. I guess sheer luck counts most.

Day 5. Lynn and Lisa arrived. A welcomed addition to our guys outing. Lynn was a cheerful early riser. Lisa a fabulous host with tasty home cooked treats!

Everybody got up on the paddle-board, champ being Jennifer. Dave 

Tod and Larry went snorkeling, Tod and Larry found a beautiful shell with a resident crab. Photos were taken before Tod took him back down to the sea for release.

Par 3 Golf. None of us had played for 10 or more years. Doug won with 39, said he was lucky, capped it off with birdie on last hole. Tod won second time we played golf, beating Larry by one stroke. Larry found a correlation from who kept score to who won the round.

Day 6. Group met Doug at Conservation Park and walked around viewing the wetland ponds. Talking about possible wildlife, could there be an alligator? Birds. Tree-sap. Several different lizards. Cypress lake trail. Easy to get lost, went in different directions.


7. Golf tennis. Grueling matches in the hot southern sun.

8. Day back. Delta airlines with connecting flight through Atlanta.

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Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Trilling Trembling Tremolo Excite Along Vibrant Vibrating Dashes

During the third
movement of the Beethoven Symphony 9, Ode to Joy, I improvised a few poetic words that immediately came to mind:

Cantankerous bellows drum their accord below the din
of flautist lines weaving gently beyond the bows
drawn in tandem along vibrant vibrating dashes.
Horns enunciate gently below the brow of dark waving chords,
trilling trembling tremolo excite the bend of flesh,
fingers pluck pizzicato in rhythm to the tempo.
Trumpets rudely interject temporal disharmony,
yet robust fullness returns undaunted by the blunt phrase,
again the brass sounds the alarm as if to announce a premonition.
Drums and strings insist their harmony: they will not be undone,
flowing, meandering, forever transforming, sometimes flirting,
and eventually pausing, making ready- building one last time,
level, the music subsides, all words and notes are done.