Yesterday, Part One

Fuji X-E1, Zeiss Touit 32mm f/1.8

So, my plan yesterday was to make a trial run to the zoo using the new Red Line. Sort of a benchmark to see how long it took and how much of a hassle it was. My feeling was that if it was a breeze to walk, it'd be worth popping for an annual membership at the zoo next time I had some spare  cash.

So I left the house at 12:30 and walked to the nearest Red Line stop, at 54th & College (not the one pictured above.) Just as I reached College, a southbound bus pulled up to the station and pulled away. Well, that meant ten minutes of sitting until the next one arrived. As things happened, it turned out to be only eight before I was boarding a half full bus headed south.

People were getting on and off at every station, though, so the Red Line was definitely seeing use, and the bus was pretty much at least three quarters full for every stop from 42nd to the Medical Center stop at IU Health.

Nikon D700, Nikkor 24-120mm f/3.5-5.6 VR

I got off at the Statehouse station, the last one before the bus jogs east to the central depot before continuing south to Fountain Square.

The Statehouse station is facing the southeast corner of the state capitol building. From there it's a couple blocks walk along Washington Street until you get to the museums and White River State Park. A short walk through the park and you reach the old Washington Street bridge over the White River, which has been converted to a pedestrian bridge that links the museums and concert venues on one side with the White River Promenade, White River Gardens, and Indianapolis Zoo on the other side.

iPhone 7 Plus

After taking a brief wrong turn on the Promenade, I asked a jogger for directions and was pointed toward the correct path to the zoo's front gate.

I bought my ticket, wandered through the gate, and checked my watch. It was 1:37, which put it at slightly over an hour door to door, given a wait for the bus and plenty of dawdling and picture taking. (Plus it was hotter than Satan's stovetop yesterday.) But, hooray! I was at the zoo!

To be continued...
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Stranger in a Strange Land

The New Yorker sent a writer to the NRA's Personal Protection Expo in Texas recently. It went about like you'd expect it to.

If you don't want to talk to reporters at a gun show or any other firearms-related event, just wear a polo and some chinos, or other business casual type attire, and they'll 100% leave you alone to go talk to the dude in the wife beater and the rebel flag gimme hat.
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A triggering too far.

Apple's new iPhone release has been plastered all over the internet, and it's triggering something other than arguments with Android fans for a change...

I've had really bad trypophobia for years now and seeing pics of the new iPhone 11 all over my timeline makes me want to set everything on fire..stop pic.twitter.com/E1ucM9eeQy

— Em Harriss (@EmHarriss) September 10, 2019

Trypophobia is the fear of (or revulsion at) small holes...typically in organic matter, like skin or plants, but apparently some people can't pass up the opportunity of a good triggering letting them tell the world what to do.

Those new camera’s trigger my trypophobia and it’s no joke 🤢 #AppleEvent pic.twitter.com/qaaGfHR03j

— C 🌟 (@HappyBday_RM) September 10, 2019

Yeah? Well your abuse of apostrophes triggers my dunceophobia, so check your idiot privilege.

Look, my fear of heights is enough that my palms literally sweat at the sight of the tower-climbing videos Bobbi watches, but you don't see me demanding that people stop putting them on the internet.

What if I said that I'm triggered by your triggering? Stop triggering me by getting triggered! Checkmate, bitches!
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Sad News

Charles Hill, who blogged at Dustbury for as long as blogging was a thing, maybe even longer, has passed away.
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It's in the bag?

The problem with pro-body cameras like the Nikon F5 in the picture above, with their built-in vertical grips is the paucity of carry options for them. There are minimalist "DSLR holsters", which are padded affairs carried on a belt that hold pretty much the camera and a lens up to about 70-200mm f/2.8 size, and nothing else. And then there are various full-size bags that are intended to hold a couple of bodies, several lenses, flashes, a tripod, and a partridge in a pear tree.

Big cameras are used by serious photographers for serious photographer business, apparently.

But I like to play with obsolescent pro cameras, and if I'm out walkabout in the city, I just want to bring the camera along and an iPad, maybe a notepad and some pens.

I have a Think Tank Suburban Disguise 30i, which is a pretty minimalist bag. It has an iPad compartment and it'll hold even a decent-sized DSLR like the D700 or 5D Mark II, but it's just not quite deep enough for a pro body (or a battery grip on a regular camera.)

My ideal would be a bag with interior dimensions about 11" tall by 8" square, with a lid that flipped open and a slit pocket on the back to hold a normal-size tablet in a vertical orientation. Like this, but a little deeper and taller.

Alas, I am still looking.
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Follow the Money?

"The gun industry has been a bit soft lately. There was a significant amount of panic buying leading up to the 2016 Presidential election. I’m not surprised by that. What we were all surprised about was the outcome of that election. The result was a drop in the market. Lots of guns waiting to be bought. That was matched with lots of folks feeling relieved over avoiding a political nightmare. Without political fear motivating consumers to make purchases, retailers saw low prices and slow sales. Many argue that this didn’t happen, but there is a name for it. We are in a “Trump slump.” Is Walmart dumping the Second Amendment for more profitable products? Maybe."

In an article at Ammoman, Paul Carlson peels the onion layers of Walmart's recent announcement that they're cutting sling load on a lot of gun-related business. Go RTWT.
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Automotif CXLIX...

1995-'99 BMW E36 M3 sedan. I would not mind driving one of these at all.
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Ouch, my eye-rolling muscles.

Would you feel better if she were going to kill someone over a t-shirt with an illegal gun? https://t.co/1SMt51KvqD

— Tamara K. (@TamSlick) September 8, 2019

At one fell swoop...

I'd never used IndyGo, our city's mass transit system, in the ten years I've lived here. I hate memorizing bus schedules and transfers and stuff like that, and so just never bothered.

The Monon Trail? I use that all the time; it's a convenient bicycle highway from home to Broad Ripple Village proper, and you only have to worry about one grade crossing between here and there, since there's a bridge over busy Kessler Avenue. But buses? Just never really bothered.

But then they put in the Red Line, a simulated streetcar service using articulated buses instead of trolley cars, right down the middle of College Avenue near the house.

People griped that they were "taking away" a lane of traffic on College, but really they were just taking it back, what with College being three lanes wide since the streetcars used to run up the center lane. You could even see the old railroad ties where they tore up the road to install the Red Line stations, since they'd just paved over the old tracks.

Anyhow, now a bus whizzes past the station at 54th and College every ten-ish minutes in either direction. In a sort of "The first hit's free, kid!" fashion, the Red Line is free to ride for the month of September, and I made use of that fact to go and do a couple downtown errands without having to worry about parking or the like.

The downtown Roberts Camera store is an easy ten minute walk from the Red Line station at Capitol Avenue & 9th Street, so I dropped off a roll of Ilford XP2* on Thursday and then strolled over to The Eagle on Mass Ave for lunch, then walked the few blocks south down Delaware to the central bus station and caught the northbound Red Line for home.

That was handy, and with none of the annoyances of driving downtown or trying to find parking. (Last time I tried to eat lunch at The Eagle, I circled the block twice until I got a parking space that was reasonably close.)

I repeated the performance on Friday, albeit grabbing lunch at The Tap instead of The Eagle, and it went just as smoothly.

I'm a big Red Line fan now.

Noodling around in Google Maps this morning, I realized that the Red Line station at Capitol Avenue and Washington Street is, like, a ten minute walk from the front door of the State Museum and it's not much further to the gates of the zoo.

Thanks to the Red Line, it is now about a one mile walk from my house to the zoo, with a thirty minute bus ride sammiched in the middle of it.

Guess where I'm going at some point this week?

*Ilford XP2 is a C41 process black & white film that can be processed by any place that processes color film. Actual B&W processing is a lot harder to come by these days if you don't do it at home.
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Raw Concrete

The north side of the building. Canon T50, Kodak BW400CN

Ah, the humanizing warmth of 1970s Brutalist architecture! In this case, it's the Minton-Capehart Federal Building in Indianapolis. To be fair, this isn't its facade. That's slightly more welcoming, facing west overlooking the plaza.

Olympus OM-D E-M5, M. Zuiko 12-40mm f/2.8 PRO

Its backside, which faces a stretch of Delaware street that doesn't get a lot of pedestrian traffic, is even more stark.

Olympus OM-D E-M5, M. Zuiko 12-40mm f/2.8 PRO

It was interesting to find out that there was originally a reason for the building's inverted ziggurat shape and stark lines:

"The Federal Building would replace a barren parking lot on the east side of Veterans Memorial Plaza, right in the heart of the Indiana War Memorial Plaza, a historic public gathering space on par with Washington, D.C.’s National Mall. Woollen believed that there was one main issue for the project. “We thought the whole plaza was badly in need of containment,” he said. “The buildings just weren’t holding things in or defining the park or the plaza.”

The firm convinced the GSA to abandon plans for a 13-story building on a small footprint in favor of a six-story structure that spanned the length of the block—“a much shorter, longer, and fatter building that would fill in the leaking space of the plaza and dramatize it in a way European spaces are,” Woollen explains. The design called for an inverted ziggurat, a stair-stepped shape that would be the inverse of the pyramid crown of the nearby Indiana World War Memorial; that is, each floor would be a little wider than the one below it. Woollen chose to render the building in concrete to suggest the permanence of the federal government as an institution. As construction began, he even ordered the mixture custom-blended to a particular golden hue, and gave it a polished finish. Thick columns lift the hulking structure off the ground to create an open plaza around the base, which is wrapped with a rainbow mural by graphic-design pioneer Milton Glaser, the founding design director of New York magazine and designer of the “I Heart NY” logo.

Woollen conceived the mural as something joyful, but he wasn’t surprised when it was met with disgust. “Indy rose up in arms when they saw the colors going up, probably because 80 percent of our city’s population are chromophobes,” he says. “There was a massive fright—letters to the editor, editorials in the paper.”

In fact, The Indianapolis Star later said that the building had been called “a pigeon coop” and that it appeared “ready to fall on its knees.” As far as Glaser’s mural—which has faded considerably over time—motorists were known to shout their disapproval to the construction crew even before it was completed.

Any focus on the building’s appearance puzzles Woollen today. “It’s not meant to be a pretty building,” he says. “It’s meant to do an important mission in terms of enclosing the Indiana War Memorial Plaza.” He anticipated that—as with European plazas—other buildings would come along and ensure that the Federal Building didn’t stick out so much. “We realized we were leaving a blob out there, but we thought it would eventually come together,” he says. “It hasn’t yet.”"

If you dig architecture in general, and especially if you dig Indianapolis architecture in particular (dude also designed Clowes Hall at Butler U.) the whole linked story is definitely worth a read.
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Door knocks and shoe leather.

I was sitting in the office, still in my PJ's at a little after ten on this Saturday morning, while Bobbi was whipping herself up some breakfast in the kitchen, also in sleepwear and bathrobe, when there came a knocking at the front door.

Grumble, grumble...

"I'll handle it!", I called out.

I shuffled to the front door and stood tiptoe to peek through the small fan light window high in the door. There was a vaguely familiar-looking middle-age white dude on the porch wearing some kind of logo'ed polo...

Normally, being still in my pajamas, this would involve that awkward one-hand-behind-my-back conversation through a cracked door. Thanks to the developments from yesterday's post, though, I had both hands free.

I cracked the door just enough to admit my head so I could talk, and one foot so Huck couldn't insert himself annoyingly into the space between the front door and the security door.

The knocker was our state senator, out grinding the shoe leather and dropping off surveys.

Similarly, I recollect our state rep out doing the same thing once. That time, it turned into a thirty minute conversation, since when he strolled up, I'd been sitting on my front porch talking to The Democrat Next Door and she, being fairly involved in local politics, knew our rep rather well.

It's the little incidents like this that remind me that the country is run by the people who show up.

You wanna affect things? You need to show up*.

"Bitching on the internet", notably, does not qualify as showing up.


*And I don't just mean "vote", because that's the lowest-effort tier, but actually get involved. Volunteering as a poll worker would be an easy start, for instance, and would let you meet the people who actually are showing up at your local level.
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Downtown...

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Walking to the downtown bus hub after lunch. #indianapolis #indygo #indygoredline #soldiersandsailorsmonument

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Easy Rider

Smith & Wesson 43C: It weighs only twelve ounces with a full cylinder of eight CCI Mini Mags and a set of DeSantis Clip Grips. As an experiment, I installed the clip grips yesterday evening to see if the setup was light enough to work in the waistband of my pyjama bottoms.

I was surprised to discover that it works peachy keen. This setup, then would seem to be a great solution for the person who wants to lounge around the house in gym shorts or sweatpants but not be one of those people who keeps guns stashed all over their home. I dunno that it'd work for any activity more strenuous than typical around the house chores, but I took out the trash, loaded the dishwasher, fetched stuff from the basement, and never felt like the gun was in the way or likely to dislodge itself.

Props to Claude, Mark, and John for the idea.
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Language Policing

Last month, the San Francisco Board of Supervisors voted to institute a new "person first" language policy in their jails, courts, and law enforcement agencies:

"Going forward, what was once called a convicted felon or an offender released from jail will be a “formerly incarcerated person,” or a “justice-involved” person or simply a “returning resident.”

Parolees and people on criminal probation will be referred to as a “person on parole,” or “person under supervision.”"

The same Board of Supervisors recently passed another resolution, regarding the NRA, declaring it a terrorist organization:

"Nor is the resolution isolated to NRA leadership. While it states that the leadership “promotes extremist positions, in defiance of the views of a majority of its membership,” it also states that “any individual or member of an organization” commits a terrorist act by giving support to a group that this person “reasonably should know” gives “material support” to any “individual [who] has committed or plans to commit a terrorist act.” It closes the noose around NRA members’ necks by stating that the NRA “promote[s] gun ownership and incite[s] gun owners to acts of violence.” Congratulations, average NRA member: Your $30 one-year membership makes you a terrorist."

Point of Order: By the San Francisco Board of Supervisors own "person first" language edict, I am not a terrorist, I am a "terror-involved individual".
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Meatless "meat" products expand.

So Hormel and Kellogg's subsidiary Morningstar Farms have both jumped into the fake meat biz. Hormel's line will be called "Happy Little Plants" which seems twee, yet a little weird. Are you telling me that plants are happy about getting smooshed up and eaten?

Kellogg's, on the other hand, apparently conducted all their focus grouping with Dad Jokes support groups, because their marketing department decided that "Incogmeato"would make a swell product name.

Ohhh-kay, then...

I can understand the fake meat thing for people who decided to veg out for dietary reasons, but where I don't get it is for people who've abandoned eating meat for ethical reasons. If you're not eating meat because you think it's unethical to eat animal flesh, then fake animal flesh is as creepy as fake "long pig".
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I can't pass it without snapping a pic...

This little Ducati just lights my fuse, man. I'd put up with a lot of mechanical fussiness to be able to putter around Broad Ripple of a crisp fall day on that thing.

I was pedaling past on the Broad Ripple SUV, and happened to have the Nikon D700 & Nikkor 24-120mm f/3.5-5.6 VR along, so I hopped off to get a better photo than the somewhat potato ones I'd already taken of it with various pocket cams.

Speaking of the Broad Ripple SUV, I was pulling it out for a ride early this summer and noticed that the leather on the saddle had worn through in one spot. "What the hell?" I thought, "This is my new bike!"

And then I thought it over and realized that I bought this bike ten years ago this month.
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You won't need a bigger boat...

Microsoft Co-Founder Paul Allen’s 414-Foot-Long Explorer Yacht OCTOPUS Is For Salehttps://t.co/hy33UO1Orz

— Wendy Sparrow (@WendySparrow) September 4, 2019

A private yacht larger than a World War Two USN destroyer, it's got its own submarine and tender in the well deck, and space for two helos and an SUV in the vehicle garage.

You could have your own amphibious assault ship like a proper Bond villain.
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The Boys Are Back in Town

Bobbi and I watched the first episode of Amazon's superhero trope-subversion series The Boys over dinner tonight.

Well, she'd already seen the whole season, but was willing to watch through it again with me. (That's a good sign.)

The blogger review I read kinda liked it but seemed to be disturbed by gratuitous violence and inappropriate dark humor, which are two things that told me this would be right in my wheelhouse. I was not disappointed. Looking forward to bingeing the bejeezus out of this.
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Sunday! Sunday!

Sunday I went to the range with two hundred and twenty-six rounds already loaded in magazines and worked on getting some speed back, experimenting with pointers I'd picked up from Scott and John in gun school over the last several weeks.

Range Day Friday

Friday morning saw me at Indy Arms Co. with a pair of review guns for Shooting Illustrated.

Both the Zev OZ 9 and the IWI Masada ran fine. Stay tuned.
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