Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
new blog entry
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Martin Luther King in Burn-My-Hand, Ali Baba on the Yellow Submarine
This story is being re-written!
Thursday, December 31, 2009
last blog entry of 09
see, more snow from glencadia on Vimeo.
last glencadia video of 2009 from glencadia on Vimeo.
last glencadia video of 2009 from glencadia on Vimeo.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
my camera doesn't work
glencadia christmas from glencadia on Vimeo.
Here is the bigger version:
http://www.vimeo.com/8396461
I will get a new more durable camera probably -- since they seem to get knocked around.A new battery might help but I'm not sure if it will or not. I haven't found a "shockproof" camera, as they call them, that takes good video, is fairly small, and isn't a lot of money. In fact, there only seem to be professional grade (around $2000) which would be too big if I could afford that and generic, around $300 but with lousy reviews for video quality. So, then I could buy another one just like the one I have, used, and try to cobble the two together. Whatever I do, it'll have to wait until January.
Anyway, I can do better and more comprehensive video when the camera actually works, damn it.
Friday, December 25, 2009
Third Annual Brooklyn vs. Manhattan Christmas Fetch Competition
glencadia christmas from glencadia on Vimeo.
2008: Brooklyn Pulls Out Surprise Final Victory in a Squeaker
2007: Manhattan Gets By Hapless Brooklyn
More video of 2007.
And 2009? Mahattan 5, Westchester 4, Brooklyn 1
Video to follow shortly!
Christmas past:
http://glencadia.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html
http://glencadia.blogspot.com/2007/12/with-this-fire-on-place-is-quite-warm.html
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Friday, December 18, 2009
cold today
Friday, December 11, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
dogs dogs dogs dogs
thanksgiving again from glencadia on Vimeo.
And this seemed to work for me too.
Here are a couple of points in no order:
This was a good day, last summer.
1. My camera has been giving me a hell of a time. Not surprising considering how often it gets knocked over but still, extremely annoying. I was sitting out there in the barn trying to get the damn battery to connect to that sucker and light it up with all those barking saying they were ready to go for a walk, I knew it wouldn't be too long before something would happen and I would have to go back in the house to do something due to some kind of emergency or whatever, and I started to get frustrated. I found that I could make the camera work by plugging it in but that meant I could only shoot in two spots in the barn, both of which are cramped and dark. But then, for no reason I could think of, it came back on! It works fine again, funky machine.
2. If you see the dogs apparently really enjoying their treats, that's turkey. I handed it out as treats instead of trying to put it in the bowls with the food, which cause pandemonium last year.
3. I like doing the videos better than writing about the dogs.
4. If you didn't see your dog, leave a comment.
5. Lotta, 3, says at one point, seeing two Airedales, Clementine and Moses, "look someone cut that one into two pieces." I think there were a couple of funny comments that might be hard to hear.
6. I added about 20 seconds from the previous two videos because they were good shots.
7. I edit these with the sound off so I'm not sure if you hear me calling for various naughty dogs -- Clementine, Georgia, Layla, Moki. Lucky -- but they all came back when they remembered the turkey.
8. I really dress badly, then video tape myself and put it on the internet. I don't make sure my daughter's hair looks nice and we're wearing any old damn thing, for the record. And, I look at these videos right after my wife showed me a picture of myself from 1997 when I weighed 25 pounds less. That hurts.
Buzz can open doors like you wouldn't believe.
Gustov took Layla for a walk. Layla is really stubborn when it comes to eating.
Ella was a little camera shy but is fine.
Rigby went to stay with the kids, since I wasn't sure she liked dogs that much.
I had Tallulah categorized as an honorary small dog. That seemed to work.
Luna has to go to the house to get human attention since she doesn't like me (or any men) but I have to take her there, whether she wants to go with me or not.
after thanksgiving from glencadia on Vimeo.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
not sick
halloween, dogs, traps, city, dogs, birds migrating from glencadia on Vimeo.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
I'm sick
Friday, October 23, 2009
finally a new video
october 23 2009 from glencadia on Vimeo.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
this was a really good movie
red green and yellow from glencadia on Vimeo.
Here is a funny one that slipped through the cracks:
puppet show at glencadia dog camp from glencadia on Vimeo.
This one isn't as good but the color idea remains:
Thursday, October 15, 2009
fall colors, apples, pumpkins in full swing upstate
Read about the house here:
http://glencadia.com/4rent/
See some upcoming events and things to do here:
http://glencadia.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-about-chatham.html
About the bike rides here:
http://glencadia.blogspot.com/2009/08/two-hikesbike-rides-from-chatham-house.html
Here are some family pictures from this weekend, to put you in the mood for Columbia County:
http://public.fotki.com/willep/harvest-festival/
Thanks.
2009 Holiday Schedule
Sunday, October 11, 2009
beautiful fall day and no hunters
ollie doesn't want me to video him from glencadia on Vimeo.
And we had the harvest festival yesterday.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
camera problems and hunting season
Friday, October 2, 2009
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
28 tons of sand: FUN!
big pile of sand from glencadia on Vimeo.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
On Santa Claus, a Platonic Dialogue
Not believing in Santa is a rite of passage and not considered a big deal. But Ollie immediately concluded that if there is no Santa there is no soul and that when you die, you're gone.
I don't know what I believe about the soul but I was upset to see my son throw the soul out with Santa. Should we throw Santa under the bus to preserve the soul? Would that be honest? Can I honestly make a case for Santa? Can I honestly make a case for the soul if I deny Santa?
I let it go. We all go back and forth on these issues and as sure as he sounded the day he declare there is no Santa and no soul, he's likely to change his mind as time goes by. But when the issue comes up again, I want to have thought the thing through.
I am unlikely to be alone in this situation. I offer the dialogue below to anyone is a similar bind.
I resolved the soul-Santa dilemma with Plato. That's right: Plato. A platonic dialogue on Santa.
Ollie did say much of what I have him quoted as saying, about Santa and the soul, about the light in the trees... only I didn't have Socrates to help me out at the time.
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As the fields ripened and air cooled, Socrates left the walls of the city and wandered up into the hills. He went for a considerable distance and crossed a small stream, then found Ollie, then about 7 years old, sitting on his swing under the maple tree that turns red in the Fall. Ollie was kicking the trunk of the tree and swinging back and forth and Socrates sat on the steps to the porch.
“And how goes it today?” asked Socrates.
“Not well,” said Ollie. “I’ve decided there is no Santa Claus. The parents give the presents. If there is no Santa Claus, there is no Easter Bunny, no Tooth Fairy, no soul, no God and when you die, that’s it your dead.”
“Can you so easily extrapolate from one creature to the next? What is it that unifies all these entities you have so easily connected as similar.”
“They are all made up and not true, that’s what,” said Ollie.
“You started with Santa Claus. Let’s look at him first and leave the soul to the side for now. What is the essential activity that makes Santa Claus who he is?”
“Giving. He gives stuff away.”
“If he were to charge for toys, that would un-Santa Claus-like?”
“Of course.”
“Can we say that Santa Claus is generous?”
“He is the most generous person in the whole world.”
“Could we say that Santa Claus personifies generosity and the spirit of sharing?”
“I don’t know since I don’t know what that means.”
“Let me suggest this to you: In the real world, it is impossible to be generous perfectly. If I give you a present, in the most simple case I want you to know I gave it to you so you can thank me and perhaps give me one in return some day. I want you to feel in my debt.”
“Yes, but I think it’s the parents that give the presents. They actually don’t want me to know they gave it to me.
“Right, but they are there when you open the presents, right? They like to watch you open them, and enjoy your reaction. Are they not actually giving presents to themselves? Do your parents give so many presents to other people’s children or only to their own?”
“Only to their own.”
“So you see, when your parents give you presents in the real world, it isn’t perfect. Yet, if a spirit in the spiritual realm were to give a present to another spirit in the spiritual realm, then that present would be given in perfect generosity.”
“You mean angels have Christmas?”
“I mean there is perfect generosity in the dimension we do not experience very often since we live in the concrete world. We cannot see this spirit of perfect generosity. We are lucky to get any glimpse or sense of the spiritual realm at all. A person can live 100 years and only get a slight glimpse of the spiritual realm for only a few seconds. How much more unlike is it for a person to see perfect generosity? We can never see it.”
“I’m not sure I understand.”
“Or course you’re not sure. When you look in the mirror you see your face but it is not your face but that image in the mirror could not exist without your real face existing. When you make a shadow of your hand on the wall the shadow is not your hand but it could not exist without your real hand really existing. The same is true when your parents give you a present: when we are generous here on earth, when we give presents, that imperfect generosity is the reflection of the perfect generosity in the spiritual realm. It is like the shadow of your hand: as you hand is more than the shadow, the perfect generosity of the spiritual realm is more than the imperfect generosity of your parents giving you a present.”
“Wow. Can you say that again?”
“No. The idea of a perfect spirit of generosity existing in the prefect spiritual realm beyond our senses is very hard to understand. We can’t imagine what perfect generosity would look like. So, to let us get some sense of what we would see in the spiritual realm, we invented Santa Claus to be the image of perfect generosity on earth. Santa Claus is real: he is the essence of generosity. He gives without ulterior motive. He is perfect. Whenever someone is generous, that person is the image of Santa Claus. No one could ever be generous if there were no Santa Claus. How can you have a shadow of a hand without a real hand? How can you have shadow of generosity without the real generosity of the spiritual realm, which is Santa Claus?”
“But what if I don’t believe in the spiritual ream or whatever you said, that spirit world?”
“Well, do you? Have you ever felt it on earth in any way?”
“Yes. My mom’s friend died and we went to the service afterwards. The Dad was talking to the little boy, her son, and we were all under her favorite tree. The Dad said she was in Heaven looking down on him, the son. Just then the light came through the leaves of the trees. I don’t know how it came in, but there was no light before, and no light like that afterwards. Maybe the clouds moved or the leaves, or both at just the same time, just when he said that about the Mom. We were all there and everyone was sure something had happened.”
“How long did you see the light?”
“A few seconds.”
“So you’re lucky: only seven years old and you’ve had a glimpse of the spiritual realm. If there is a spiritual realm, and you say you know there is since you saw into it, then it is perfect. In the spiritual realm there is perfect everything, perfect love, perfect truth, perfect generosity. We can’t see it, so we imagine these qualities as special people, like Santa Claus. There is a Santa Claus and his reflection shines into Christmas as people become more generous.”
“Is this what I should tell my sister if she asks?”
“How old is your sister?”
“Three.”
“No: you see, you’re seven, you can understand about the spiritual realm. She is only three and must image pure generosity as Santa: a man on a sleigh, giving actual presents, real, to real children. And that isn’t wrong. It isn’t a lie. It’s just a simpler story than the one I have told you about the reflections and the spirit world.”
“Okay, I’ll just tell her Santa came and left the presents.”
“And what will you tell her about the soul?”
“That I saw the spirit world and that there is a soul, I think.”
“That’s okay for now. I’ll be back later to talk to you about that again when you’re older.”
“Okay, see you, Socrates.”
“Bye.”