Dad’s Faulkners

My father’s collection of Faulkner books was one of the first things I moved into my new apartment.  I moved the small box over by hand and placed it carefully on an empty shelf.

My BA in literature was non-conventional and didn’t cover a lot of “dead, white men” authors.  Over the years I filled in some of the gaps, but I never got around to Faulkner while my father was alive.  Afterwards the guilt I felt interfered and I could never commit to reading them.  The last time I was at my mother’s house, I carefully packed up Dad’s collection, which had now survived multiple purging sessions, into a small box labeled “Dad Faulkner + Herman Hesse”.  I placed it in a pile of boxes destined for Toronto.

Dad's collection, boxed and ready for transport.

Dad’s collection, boxed and ready for transport.

Now I feel lucky about the opportunity to discover a posthumous connection with my father, as though our relationship can continue to develop even after his death over 12 years ago.  If I’m really lucky, I might find notes or marginalia, valuable insights about what he was thinking when reading the books.  However, my father and I were always in agreement about keeping books pristine.  We never wrote in books, folded page corners, or highlighted passages.  My father even got annoyed at me for selling back my text books at the end of a semester.  He firmly believed you should hang onto your books as a way to preserve acquired knowledge.

I wonder what he would think about the new ways we think about gaining and maintaining knowledge.  And how some people read books electronically, like his daughter.  I wonder if I would have had the same opportunity if my father’s collection had been digital.  How would I know the Faulkners had been his favorites?  Would I have to rely on a list of stats indicating how many times he had read something, provided I could even access the digital collection?

With the print versions, I can learn about my father from the things he left behind and the condition they’re in.  Things like worn pages and those containing stains or creases, all offer clues as to which passages were re-read or mused over while eating something.  Well-loved items are typically either completely worn out or in pristine condition and visible.

Do we miss out by going digital?

Excited to tuck into the collection.

Excited to tuck into the collection.

Heart Vibrations

I remember the first time I saw a penguin.  We were on a cruise through ice fjords surrounding Tierra del Fuego in Patagonia. Seeing penguins was highly probable at this time of the year, but nothing was guaranteed. On the first day in the afternoon we drifted into the area near Tucker’s Islet, home to a colony of Magellanic Penguins.  I was hanging out in the lounge, my binoculars glued to my face scanning the horizon for penguins.  And then I saw one, a distinctive black-and-white form scooting around like a duck on the surface.  Wow! My heart started to flutter.

We boarded the zodiacs and headed to shore.  The suspense built as we rounded a corner and spent time observing a Rock Cormorant rookery.  As we backed away from the cliff edge and moved forward we could see dozens of tiny black-and-white shapes moving against the backdrop.  We edged closer pulling up onto the shore.

Magellanic Penguins – Tucker Islet

A few things impressed me right away about penguins.  Their strange call, almost like a musical form of gargling, hit my ears before I really focused in on them.  Dozens of chicks and adult penguins appeared before us scattered along the shore, some of them huddled in close formations.  Every where I looked it was a frenzy of animated activity.  It seemed every penguin was moving in a different way, all at the same time.  Some were flapping or preening, others were laying down, walking, or snuggling with each other.

One of my favorite moments was watching one penguin shuffle down to the water with a drunken gait, bend forward like a wizened old man, and then glide seamlessly into the water.  Instant transformation.  Wow!!

When I saw Galapagos penguins last year, I found myself filled with the same mixture of awe, delight, wonder, and incredulity.  Sometimes it still doesn’t feel real that I saw penguins.

This little one went for a swim to cool off just as we got there.

This little one went for a swim to cool off just as we got there.  It was the second penguin we saw in the Galapagos.  The first one was featured in an earlier posting.

Penguins swimming – Elizabeth Bay mangroves – Galapagos Islands

I’m continually impressed by these amazing, magical animals.  They live in barren places but somehow find a way to get along, play, and keep each other safe from those leopard seals!

Sunning Penguin

Sunning penguin in Elizabeth Bay mangroves. It was wild to see them in warm temperatures hanging out with turtles, flightless cormorants, marine iguanas, sea lions, and pelicans!

Balance: Quito Last Day

Our last day in Quito commenced by touring the Archaeological Museum. I was amazed to learn about the different groups of people who had habited this area for over 11,000 years. What struck me was how peacefully the groups had co-existed with evidence supporting trade between the different regions. Each region of the country, namely the jungle, mountains (Andes), and coast needed the other ones to have everything necessary for survival. After our visit to the equator later that afternoon I wondered if maybe living so close to it had somehow fostered the peaceful cohabitation.

In the afternoon we toured a fruit market. Displays of brightly colored fruits and vegetables lined the walls, sitting in their baskets like edible jewels. The colors were rich and saturated. We tasted many fruits I didn’t even recognize. Our guide broke the fruits open with her hands and passed them around for us to examine and taste the gooey, slippery, sweet innards filled with seeds.

It was like walking through the gardens of Babylon. Every walkway was filled with gem-toned fruits, including many fresh from the jungle that I had never seen before.

It was like walking through the gardens of Babylon. Every walkway was filled with gem-toned fruits, including many fresh from the jungle that I had never seen before.

After we headed to the Museum at the Centre of the World located at latitude 00’00’00’. The museum is outdoors and filled with lush plants and brightly colored flowers. The tour is interactive and we got to experience the effects of being right on the equator first hand.

One of the many pathways through the museum.

One of the many pathways through the museum.

In one demonstration the guide filled a portable basin of water on the equator. He removed the plug and the water flowed straight down, no swirl. He repeated the demonstration about 3 feet into the Southern hemisphere. This time we could all see a slight clockwise swirl in the water flowing out of the bottom. He repeated the experiment in the Northern hemisphere. We were amazed to see the water swirl counter-clockwise.

What really blew our minds was learning that the Earth rotates around the equator as the center point and not the poles. When you think about the Earth spinning this way, the swirl is clockwise from the South and counter-clockwise from the North. This is why the wind, currents, and storms in the South rotate clockwise and vice-versa in the North.

This is how the Earth is really spinning. It's quite different from how we always see globes positioned upright.

This is how the Earth is really spinning. It’s quite different from how we always see globes positioned upright.

After the museum we ate ice cream made with some of the fresh fruits we tasted earlier. Then we headed to another museum showcasing handicrafts from indigenous peoples in Ecuador. We toured the museum, ate a farewell dinner and headed for the airport. I left feeling transformed & balanced. Must have been that walk on the equator.

The force of gravity is slightly reduced at the equator, making it more difficult to balance and walk in a straight line.

The force of gravity is slightly reduced at the equator, making it more difficult to balance and walk in a straight line.

Happy New Year!

Clearing Clutter in Hard to Reach Places

I’m moving in early January after having lived in my current apartment for over 5 years.  Even though I purge regularly, I decided to start going through all my stuff now to get rid of anything I don’t want to take with me. Over the weekend I hauled out my stash of gift boxes & bags, assorted tissue papers, and other bits to wrap up a few holiday gifts.  After wrapping the presents, I looked at what was left and decided it would be pretty silly to move a whole bunch of empty boxes, gift bags, and tissue papers.

Incidentally, I also remembered that one of my larger cupboards was cram packed with this kind of stuff.  In fact, it was so full that putting something in it was a speed game to see if I could shove something in and close the door before things started falling out.  This particular cupboard happened to be high up.  I couldn’t reach anything in it unless it was right at the front, which is where I stored cloth bags for grocery shopping.  Since I could never see in the cupboard or really touch anything in it, it was super easy for the pile to grow over the years.  It was always one of those things “I would get to later.”

Sunday morning I texted my neighbors to see if they could use my wrapping supplies for their holiday gifts.  Fortunately they agreed to take it all off my hands.  This was it, my big opportunity to empty out the cupboard. I grabbed a stool and swept 5-years of collecting onto the floor into a gigantic pile of plastic bags, cloth bags, gift bags, bubble wrap, and tissue paper.  It looked daunting.  I decided to time myself.

The pile of clutter that poured out of the cupboard. It might not look like a lot, but the pile was solid and over a foot high.

The pile of clutter that poured out of the cupboard. It might not look like a lot, but the pile was solid and over a foot high.

Fifteen minutes and twenty-eight seconds later, I had everything organized into a few piles.  Gift bags were sorted by size and packed into one of the larger bags.  Tissue papers were packed into one of the gift bags.  I consolidated all of the plastic grocery bags into one larger bag in case I need them during the move.  Next step is to go through the cloth bags and get rid of any I no longer want.

About 15 minutes later, I had everything sorted and ready to go. I like to grumble and complain about these kinds of things, hence the reason why I time myself. I find it hard to argue with myself after learning how little time it actually takes to clean up.

About 15 minutes later, I had everything sorted and ready to go. I like to grumble and complain about these kinds of things, hence the reason why I time myself. I find it hard to argue with myself after learning how little time it actually takes to clean up.

I’m always surprised at how easy it is to accumulate clutter, especially in those hard to reach and rarely used places.

Old School Blues

After making the switch from paper books to an ereader I’m still not totally sold on the electronic version.  Despite the convenience of an ereader, some things are still easier and better in paper.

FOOTNOTES

I like to read footnotes and this is often really difficult on my ereader.  On my ereader the footnote is indicated with a small * or symbol embedded in the text.  If I tap the symbol with my finger it’s supposed to take me to the appropriate footnote.  The problem is the ereader often confuses my tapping the footnote symbol with either the tap used to turn pages or the tap used to bring up menu options.  *sigh*  It’s maddening.  I often give up on reading footnotes because it’s too time consuming and annoying to “flip pages” in the ereader to reach them.

On an ereader the tap location sometimes indicates the action.  For example, tapping on the right side of the screen means “next page”.  Whereas tapping on the left means “previous page”.  This is a non-issue in a paper book where the reader is free to flip pages in any direction at any time.

 

MAPS

Reading maps is easier and better in print, especially if it’s a two-page spread.  The image is never big enough on the ereader.  I also refer to the maps periodically while reading.  Similar to the footnotes, this is fast and easy in paper, but time consuming with an ereader.

 

SEARCHING

With print I am often able to locate the passage I’m thinking of by remembering where it was physically located on a page, or maybe even as part of a particular section.  I find it difficult to use these strategies when searching on an ereader.

In the ereader, however, I search for keywords which has proven to be faster than flipping through pages.

 

PORTABILITY

Almost no contest here.  The ereader is easier to carry and read in crowded places, such as my morning subway commute.  It’s wonderful to take multiple books with me on vacation, unless I plan on reading near the ocean.  Salt + waves = potential ereader disaster

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Ultimately I prefer the ereader, but I maintain a healthy respect and appreciation for paper books.  I would be sad if all the paper books disappeared in favor of their digital replicas.  Every once in a while I go “old school” and relish the experience of reading print.

Departure & Transformation

We departed early on the last day for our many-legged journey to Quito. First we boarded the pangas and arrived on Santa Cruz Island where we boarded a bus to drive us across the island to another boat. The bus departed from one of the towns and I enjoyed watching the signs of civilization flash by. After clearing the town, we continued to ascend to an elevation of about 400-500 meters. I was amazed at how dramatically the landscape changed in such a short period of time. The air was misty and humid. Tall trees grew along the edge of the road covered in large patches of moss and epiphytes.

As the elevation increased, the scenery changed from arid to lush.

As the elevation increased, the scenery changed from arid to lush.

We ended up in an ecosystem, unique to the island of Santa Cruz, called the Scalesia Forest.

Scalesia Tree with moss growing on it.

Scalesia Tree with moss growing on it.

The time here was short, but it was amazing to be an area so lush and damp compared with the other terrains we had experienced, most of which had been dry, dusty and covered in hardened, black lava.

A basin in the Scalesia Forest.

A basin in the Scalesia Forest.

We returned to the bus and descended to the other side of the island where a boat was waiting to take us to the airport. My mind buzzed trying to process how many new things we had seen, experienced, and discovered in this magical archipelago. The variety and diversity and uniqueness of each island, or even each area on one island, were a constant source of fascination for me.

I knew our time was coming to an end, but even on the 10 minute boat ride to Baltra Island we saw skipjack tuna, pelicans, diving Blue-footed Boobies, and even a few white-tipped reef sharks cruising past us. I wanted to soak up as much as I could in our remaining moments. Too soon we arrived at the airport and got our first flash of reality as we raced through the terminal for 30 minutes of retail therapy to buy souvenirs before leaving.

We arrived in Quito that afternoon for our final night in Ecuador and prepared ourselves for one last day of adventures.