It can be trying to be a Wisconsinite - not just for the bizarre political climate in which we currently live, but also for the at times totally insane weather.
It's early spring 'round these parts. Last year around this time we were enjoying/being puzzled by 80 degree weather. This year? We've had a few spring-like days, but mostly it's been this delightful situation the meteorologists like to euphemistically refer to as a "wintry mix" - temperatures right on the verge of freezing--but not quite!--along with precipitation and high winds.
Good times.
The silver lining is when the weird weather combinations lead to tableau's like the one visible on the shores of Lake Mendota today. Those high winds seem to have kicked up a substantial amount of lake ice onto the shoreline, to the point that it had piled into mini-mounds and begun the process of devouring a bench along the Howard Temin Lakeshore Path (UW campus).
Going on a hot tip that this was the case, I ventured out into the cold-ass rain to get these shots--because I'm a masochist. Enjoy! And pray for sunshine.
(view the whole set of pictures here)
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Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Monday, August 20, 2012
Homo sex is great!
Remembering a delightful photo I'd seen circulating the internet over the years, I immediately asked a nearby woman who was happily counter-protesting if she could quickly whip up a sign that simply said "GREAT" on it, and then would she be so kind as to hold it up directly under/over the "HOMO SEX IS SIN" sign?
Much to her credit, the woman smiled and hurried off to make it happen. This is the resulting picture.
It's always deeply tempting to negatively engage with people espousing such hurtful bigotry - but, in my experience, nothing is ever really accomplished by that save making the other person feel more righteously justified in their cause. Crazy queer is attacking me! I'm right, they're all dangerous anger bears! Which isn't really what we should be aiming for, right?
Better to go for the good-hearted laugh, I say, and then focus on more long-term, educational, compassionate campaigns to change public opinion overall. Expose these folks to real live gay people - people from all walks of life, regular folk just trying to be themselves - and kill 'em with kindness (and humor), as they say.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Golden hour in Wisconsin

Autumn in Wisconsin is one of my favorite things in the world. Too bad it's all too often so fleeting. I took these shots during "golden hour," just before the sun set yesterday, somewhere between Madison and Waterloo after returning from a mountain bike ride in the country.
Truly, this is not a bad place to live.
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Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Lady of the lake

Being that the sun saw fit to shine on Madison today, I decided that a good photo walk was in order. Frankly, I've been neglecting my poor Nikon for far too long, and the city in winter offers plenty of picturesque scenes to be captured, especially if a person knows where to look.
A little bird told me that Lady Liberty had just risen again on Lake Mendota. This has become a sort of annual tradition, started way back in the prehistory of 1979 when the now infamous Pail and Shovel Party won a spot in student government. I'm not sure if the old gal has gone up every year since then, edit: Letter From Here has the correct story on this.
Sure enough, when I walked out onto the snowy, quiet UW Terrace earlier today, there was the head of Lady Liberty sunk up to her nose in the icy surface of Lake Mendota. She wasn't quite finished, but I took her portrait anyway.
(you can see the rest of the set at my Flickr page)
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Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Serenity (then)

I'm still getting my head back on straight after a long weekend in the serene, loon-filled Northwoods of my fair state. In the meantime, enjoy this photo, which I took early yesterday morning on Little Martha Lake, near Mercer, WI. I was joined in the pre-dawn paddling by two loons, who are apparently residents and also made quite the spectacle of themselves by hooting back and forth every time they caught sight of one another.
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Friday, May 1, 2009
Progressively wearing myself out
My weekend started last night, when I took my handy dandy press pass and headed out for the big Progressive Magazine 100th anniversary concert at the Orpheum Theatre. Getting to see a fantastic line-up of some of your favorite folk artists for free is definitely a huge perk of being a member of the unwashed press masses.It was, unsurprisingly, a fantastic show, and you can check out my write-up of the event over at Dane101.com and/or my set of photos at my Flickr site. Basically, it was Catie Curtis, Melissa Ferrick, Peter Mulvey, Dar Williams, the Indigo Girls, and Ani DiFranco--all in one place, and often sharing the stage to sing together. Imagine me getting the vapors and fanning myself, because I totally am.
I also had the distinct honor of writing an opinion piece that was printed in this weeks' edition of Isthmus, and you should absolutely pick up a copy and give it a read. And not just for my amazing, cutting, super intelligent discussion of the torture memos, but because it's a fine publication in general (or you can cheat and read my article online).
Today and some of tomorrow, I'll be/have been covering the actual Progressive Magazine conference. So far I've seen more heavy-hitting progressive speakers than you could shake a stick at, if you cared to do such a thing, including Wisconsin's dreamiest Senator, Russ Feingold. Look for more photos and articles about the conference, from both myself and fellow correspondent Steve Furay, over at Dane101 throughout the next few days.
In the meantime, I'm taking a nap.
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Sunday, April 19, 2009
Sunday Brunch: Puppy!
Yesterday, me and my fella hopped on our bikes and pedaled our way downtown to enjoy the first outdoor farmer's market of the season. We couldn't have asked for a more beautiful day, too! I remember first outdoor market days of years past that were dreary and cold and rainy, so the 70 degree and mostly sunny weather was a most welcome change.
As we rolled up to the square and went to lock up our bikes, we caught a glimpse of this sleepy little boxer pup, who was so thoroughly zonked out in her mother's lap that I had to wonder if there was even a small trace of wild animal left in her bones. Anyway, the image was too friggen adorable not to share, so here it is, your moment of zen:
And a close-up:
As we rolled up to the square and went to lock up our bikes, we caught a glimpse of this sleepy little boxer pup, who was so thoroughly zonked out in her mother's lap that I had to wonder if there was even a small trace of wild animal left in her bones. Anyway, the image was too friggen adorable not to share, so here it is, your moment of zen:
And a close-up:
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Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Lost Albatross year in review
In the grand tradition of navel-gazing, end-of-year posts, I offer you now the Lost Albatross anno mundi 2008! Here's wishing you all a festive and safe New Years Eve, and a good new year. And as always, thanks so much for reading.
Total posts in 2008:
307 (counting this one)
Posts with most comments:
Most fascinating series of rant-like comments from, one can only assume, the subject of the post himself:
(Current status of the case.)
Personal favorites:
February
The snow didn't keep then candidate Barack Obama, or the crowd of 70,000+, away from the Kohl center, either.
The Human Rights Torch, a protest against the Olympics being held in China, came through Madison in April.
June
July

My first Madison Flickr group photo walk.
Total posts in 2008:
307 (counting this one)
Posts with most comments:
- (16) No notes on a scandal
- (14) Vaudeville and politics
- (13) Misleading absentee ballots sent by McCain campaign
- (13) Chosen by God
- (12) Blogger in Fleischman case issues strange retraction
- (12) You're so vain
- (11) This woman won't vote for the woman
- (1,479) Misleading absentee ballots sent by McCain campaign
- (681) Pizza Brutta is, uh, very good-ah
- (485) What rights for illegal immigrants?
- (319) Madison handgun laws
- (353) lost albatross
- (343) pizza brutta
- (139) rights of illegal immigrants
- (126) the lost albatross
- (109) emily mills
- albatross plastic
- obama babies
- the gutter post blogspot
- naughty nurses
- ron paul nutter
- techno emo bands
Most fascinating series of rant-like comments from, one can only assume, the subject of the post himself:
(Current status of the case.)
Personal favorites:
- Thanks, Sarah
- Traveling tales: Stumbling onto the ultimate pizza
- The tree forts of our lives
- How to become an overnight rock star
- Recollecting my punk, jam band, emo, techno, rock-and-roll past
February
The snow didn't keep then candidate Barack Obama, or the crowd of 70,000+, away from the Kohl center, either.April
The Human Rights Torch, a protest against the Olympics being held in China, came through Madison in April.May
June
July

My first Madison Flickr group photo walk.
August

Ah, memories. The Civil War Experience up at Wade House.
I got to cover the National Poetry Slam finals, which was a lot of fun.

Ah, memories. The Civil War Experience up at Wade House.
I got to cover the National Poetry Slam finals, which was a lot of fun.September

Monotonix performing at the first-ever Forward Music Fest. One of the best live shows I saw all year.
The Willy Street Fair! Always a good time.

Monotonix performing at the first-ever Forward Music Fest. One of the best live shows I saw all year.
The Willy Street Fair! Always a good time.October
November
December
The Chin in person!
And last but not least, my sister's adorable chihuahua, taking a nap post Christmas festivities.
November
December
The Chin in person!
And last but not least, my sister's adorable chihuahua, taking a nap post Christmas festivities.
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Monday, September 8, 2008
The iron men (and women) of Wisconsin
Every year, a sea of finely toned, well-trained triathletes descend on our humble city to participate in one of the world's most difficult races: the Wisconsin Ironman.A qualifier for the big show in Hawaii, the Wisconsin Ironman race involves a 2.4 mile swim, followed by 112 miles of biking and a 26.2 mile marathon through the streets of Madison. To say this is a daunting task would be a vast understatement.
In year's past, my only real experience with this race came from trying to avoid it: "Oh man, don't go downtown today, it's Ironman and farmers market and a Badger game day!" This year, however, I decided to go check out the whole shebang, as up close as I could get without actually being affiliated with the race or any of its participants.
So at 6:00AM on Sunday morning, as the sun rose over clear skies and cool air, I rolled out of bed and made my way down to the Monona Terrace to catch the swim start. There was already a massive mob of spectators clogging the best vantage points (I got there a bit later than I ought to have), but I managed to sidle in atop a planter on the terrace roof for a good view of the churning, people-filled water below. It was quite a sight, serving to remind me, quite starkly, that I am not a great swimmer.
We then watched the first clump of racers out of the water running barefoot toward their bikes, then flying down one of the corkscrew parking ramps and out onto John Nolen Dr. for the next leg. So many pretty bikes, so little time!
Having gotten a tip about a good spot to watch the bikers coming up an incredibly steep hill, we drove out into the wilds of Middleton's far west side and went to snap more photos. Said hill was also well populated with spectators, all cheering wildly as each racer made their way up the daunting incline. We saw reams of custom-made "team" t-shirts supporting this or that participant: families and friends all out to show their support for what must have been months, if not years, of training and preparation. Nothing against the pro athletes who run these races, but I got a special kick out of seeing so many "amateurs" giving it their all, and getting special kudos from the assembled crowd.
After the hill (and lunch), we then headed back downtown to watch the final leg of the race: the marathon. Wandering up and down State St., I marveled at the fact that these runners had already done so much that day prior to hitting the pavement. Heck, I'm no slouch in the athletic department, but this was taking things to a level of which I have absolutely no comprehension. It was really impressive.
I managed to catch the top three women finish the race, as well as a handful of the under-10-hour men, and the joy/relief visible on so many faces was palpable and infectious. Perhaps most touchingly, we watched what I can only assume was a father/daughter duo come jogging toward the finish line, hand-in-hand. Talk about setting a good example for your kids!
All in all, it was a spectacular day to be outside, and an entertaining (and motivating) event to watch. Congrats to everyone who participated, and especially to all those who finished, regardless of time.
See more photos from the race at my Flickr photo set (more coming soon, too!).
Monday, April 7, 2008
Relic of my past
Gather 'round children, it's time for me to ramble a story at you.I've been playing with my new camera lens a lot, exploring its features and trying to become more proficient with the camera itself. The other night, I dug deep into my closet and found my old Civil War reenacting uniform, deciding to use the hat as the subject of a photograph. In the process, I managed to dig up quite a few memories, too.
For some reason I've never been able to fully explain, I've been fascinated by the American Civil War era since I was very young. I've always been a history buff. I love studying humanity: our triumphs, failures, inventions, misdeeds, everything. The personal stories of regular people tend to interest me the most. Still, my specific focus on mid-nineteenth century America came out of left field. I suppose the impetus of my obsession can be traced back to the older brother of my childhood best friend. He was a reenactor, and I often saw him coming or going from various events, dressed in his blue uniform and looking, I thought, super cool.
It was during this time, too, that the movie "Glory" first came out. I still contend (with little dissent) that it's a great movie, and I remember watching it several times when it first came to video.
Several years would pass, I moved to a new state, and eventually became friends with a boy whose family was interested in Civil War reenacting. It was through them that I eventually had my chance to participate. And between my love of history and my love of acting, it quickly became my number one hobby.
Happily, my parents were pretty supportive of me. I suppose having a kid who likes to learn about history, play dress-up and go camping every weekend is a lot better than some alternatives. Still, it's not exactly cheap. I spent a lot of time saving my allowance to afford the various pieces of my uniform before I could officially start reenacting. It was (is) very important to appear "authentic" - or as authentic as any 20th century person can be, anyway.
Keep in mind, too, that I had no desire whatsoever to portray a member of my actual sex. Hoop skirts and bonnets had absolutely zero appeal to me, so I would, quite naturally, act in the role of a young girl who dressed as a boy and went off to soldier. And contrary to what several older gents tried again and again to convince me of, my portrayal was quite authentic. While not super common, there are hundreds of documented cases where women passed as men so they could go off to fight in the war. They did it for every reason under the sun: to follow husbands and sweethearts, to get away from home, to fight for their country, to find adventure. They fought on both sides, north and south, and a handful even managed to become officers. Some served as spies, others as musicians, many as regular enlisted soldiers. They fought, they were wounded, killed, captured--some discovered for what they were, plenty who made it through undetected.
There was at least one documented case of a woman bringing a baby to term, only to be discovered when one of "the boys" gave birth in the middle of camp one day. A fellow soldier, remarking on the occasion in his diary, said that the Union would certainly win if they could keep up their numbers simply by having other soldiers give birth to new ones.
Point is, I realized very quickly that I was more "authentic" than the many late-middle-aged, overweight guys who were out there with me. I had just as much of a "right" to be there, and did my best to maintain my subterfuge. There were plenty of people who never suspected that I was actually a girl, and plenty of people who did know and had no problems with it. Sadly, however, there are still reenactors who don't believe women should be allowed to portray men, and it can be hard to find a unit to join up with. Luckily, my unit was comprised of friends, and it wasn't an issue.
Being that I was too young to drive, most of the reenactments I attended were near my home in Illinois. But in '92, I convinced my folks to take us on a "vacation" to Gettysburg, PA, where my unit would participate in the annual recreation of the famous three-day battle there. I still look back on that trip as one of the best things I've ever done. My unit, the 8th Illinois Cavalry, Co. E., took part in the first days' reenactment which, for the first time in several decades, the park was allowing us to do on the actual battlefield. Even a torrential downpour couldn't dampen my excitement. The accompanying lightning, however, brought an early end to our day.
We spent the following few days touring the park, wandering through the various encampments, and generally exploring. It was a blast, and I promised myself that I'd come back some day (which I did).
And though I stopped reenacting by the time I hit high school (it had become much harder to pass as a boy right around then), my fascination with the time period never ended. I still get this unexplainable thrill every time I read a book or watch a movie or stumble onto a reenactment of the era. And I've kept my uniform. The pants don't fit anymore, but (miraculously) some of the other pieces do. I won't lie: some day, I'm going to find a way to hit the field again, hardtack in one hand and a beeswax-lined canteen in the other. For whatever reason, I'm always drawn back to it--to take a photo, wander a battlefield, read a book, or just to reminisce on my stupid blog.
Further reading about women in the Civil War:
- "They Fought Like Demons: Women Soldiers in the Civil War" by De Anne Blanton and Lauren M. Cook
- "All the Daring of a Soldier" by Elizabeth D. Leonard
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Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Obama-rama (part the second)
One of the perks of doing freelance work for a couple of area publications is that I get to moonlight as "press" now and again. Last night, on the eve of his victories in the "Potomac Primaries," Barack Obama swooped into Madison for a big rally and speech at the Kohl Center. Normally, the center plays hosts to sporting events and the like, and its official capacity is listed as 18,000 people. By the time they stopped letting people in, the count was a couple thousand over that, and so an overflow room was created for the extras. The place was absolutely packed (click here to watch a short video that captures the size of the event pretty well).I came straight from work and arrived around 5:45pm, at which point I signed in, got the wand and the pat down, then received my press pass and was ushered into the "pit" out in the arena where my fellow reporter types were being housed. Our fenced off section took up one half of the arena floor, while the other half held the podium and an open space for the teeming masses. I wandered in, feeling a little lost, but soon found my bearings upon spotting a familiar face. A friend who works for one of the publications I freelance for was set up with a laptop on a folding table, readying himself for some live blogging action. Between him and a photographer friend, they gave me a basic idea of what to expect and a place to stash my jacket and bags.
I then proceeded to pull out my companions for the evening: two Nikon D70's, one with a wide-angle lens and one with a 70-200mm zoom (it should go without saying that only one of the cameras actually belonged to me, and that the other one and the zoom were most certainly borrowed). The zoom, thank God, had a stabilizer built in, so my negligence in not bringing a tripod was not an issue.
Shortly after 6pm, the first clumps of spectators began to filter onto the floor and then into the risers. I would later learn that those people who ended up on the floor had arrived first, been held inside, then passed through metal detectors before being let into the arena. Everyone in the risers had arrived slightly later and were allowed to enter without as much scrutiny. Unfortunately for these people, though, there was apparently no line control outside, so the minute the doors opened, mob mentality took over and there was a mass crush. Friends of mine who'd been waiting since 5pm ended up waiting outside longer than a bunch of people who arrived late and just decided to push their way through to the front. Hey Obama/Kohl Center organizers? Next time, be sure to invest in some bloody cattle gates, yeah?
Anyway, I was pleasantly surprised when the Kissers, local Irish rock superstars, played a set while we waited. I thought it was a nice touch, and their tunes fit the mood nicely. I found a place along the front fence between the press pit and the crowd space and set up shop for the evening. The fence had handy little steps built into it so that I could stand slightly above head level for better shots.
My friend Kat, who I know from college and who does quite a lot of freelance writing work around town, showed up then and we struck up a conversation about the elections, the race, and trying to make ends meet through freelancing (not easy). It was good to have a familiar face nearby. I also made the friendly acquaintance of a political blogger with 2008central.net (I assume it was Angelo Carusone, since he was the one who wrote their live blog of the event?) who helped pass the time by making snarky comments with me.
There were speeches by one student and one local organizer, then a long break full of inspirational Obama videos up on the Jumbotron (including the now ubiquitous will.i.am piece), and then finally, around 8:30, Gov. Jim Doyle got up to introduce Obama. The crowd went nuts when he announced that Obama had won the primary in Maryland (they would go even more nuts when Obama announced having won all three of the Potomac primaries). Doyle is not exactly my favorite public speaker, but he did a fine job of it.
When Obama himself finally made his grand entrance, the handful of young college girls standing in front of me (on the other side of the fence) started screaming and jumping up and down like there was a dreamy movie star in the vicinity. That sort of reaction is fascinating to me, and, I think, somewhat unique to the Obama candidacy. I don't suppose McCain or Clinton elicit similar reactions from their supporters. My blogger friend leaned over to me at one point and asked, "Since when did politics become cool?" I laughed and said I didn't know, but that everything gets co-opted eventually (and hey, better the enthusiasm for this rather than, say, Ugg boots).
Obama's speech mostly echoed the same stuff he's been saying for weeks now, elaborating a bit on wanting to make college accessible and affordable for everyone interested, but that students have to earn it by giving back to their community through public service of some kind (couldn't agree more). The most amusing anecdote of the night was when he mentioned gathering support from "Democrats, Independents and yes, even some Republicans." A few people in the crowd waved their hands. "We call them 'Obamicans," he went on. "I meet them out on the road all the time. They come up to me and say (whispering), I'm a Republican, but I support you. (regular volume) And I say, (whispering again) thanks!"
Apparently, these "Obamicans" even have their own little movement with a website. They were positively chuffed over his direct reference to them last night, posting on their blog that "...we are an actual demographic and we need to be so proud of ourselves and our candidate, Senator Barack Obama, because we epitomize change. Changing party's [sic], changing our mind set, and changing our world."
That's pretty cool, if you ask me.
All told, the speech lasted just over 20 minutes, and then he spent a significant amount of time glad-handing the crowd on his way out. I couldn't help but notice the serious amount of security he's got around him. Apparently, there have been number of serious threats made against his life. That absolutely disgusts me, but I (very sadly) can't say that I'm surprised. I really wish I was, though. It sucks that, in 2008, there are still people out there so bigoted and so afraid that they would consider hurting someone based on the color of their skin (or any other superficial reason--not that violence ever has a good reason).
In the end, I was impressed by his eloquence and ability to inspire a crowd. The sheer volume of cheering and applause inside the arena was breathtaking at times. Madison knows how to turn out for an event like this. The next week leading up to the Wisconsin primary is going to be interesting, and I honestly have no clue how the state will vote. But I admit--I'm a little caught up just in the energy and history making nature of this race. Either way, the Democratic Party is on the verge of nominating a positively historical candidate for president, and it's great to be around for that fact.
Be sure to head over to dane101.com for in-depth coverage of last night's rally, including (eventually) a series of the photos I took inside.
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Obama-rama (part the first)
Quite the event. More forthcoming, but for now:- Good speech. Hard to go wrong, though, after eight years of GWB's kindergarten level utterances.
- A whole lotta people (about 20,000 apparently).
- News anchors are still hilariously orange in person. HD will not be their friend.
- I wish I actually owned the zoom lens I used to photograph this. As the kids say, it is "teh sex."
(photo credit: me, thanksmuch)
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Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Support art and nudity this weekend!

A good photographer friend of mine, Colm McCarthy, is having an opening night reception this Friday for his photography collection entitled "Drama." You should check it out, because not only will there be spectacular pictures of actors, dancers, burlesque performers and more, there will also be a performance by The Apologists. Not a bad deal, considering that it's all for free.
Check the specs:
DRAMA
Theatre & Dance Photography 2003-2007
by Colm McCarthy
Escape Gallery, 916 Williamson Street, Madison, WI 53703
Friday Oct 19 through Thurs Oct 25
Opening reception Friday Oct 19, 7pm-10pm
with music by The Apologists
(after drinks at the Weary Traveler).
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FRIDAY ONLY: Along with the 25 or so large images included in the exhibit,
there will also be several binders containing approximately 100 signed
color inkjet prints, covering five years of shows. These prints will be
available for a measly $10 each. The binders will only be there on Friday
night though, as it would just be inviting thievery to leave them lying
around.
The larger images on the walls will be for sale for between $25 and $50
(unframed), but only on Friday, so you can ignore the stickered prices.
If you want a matted and framed image, just haggle.
Friday is also the only time you'll be able to catch The Apologists. I
asked them to play 24 hours a day for the duration of the show, but they
weren't into it. So come along and hear some American music. If you're
really lucky they might even do a Handsome Family tune (eh, Marty?).
And, alas, Escape is alcohol free but they do some excellent coffee and
baked thingies. There will also be snacks at hand, and afters drinks
(with or without alcohol) at the Weary Traveler.
Show is in the main gallery in the back. Escape is open 6am (ish) to
midnight, seven days a week.
I should point out that the show might contain images depicting partial
nudity, so those of you with younger children or who have a problem with
such images can consider yourselves warned.
Hope you can make it.
Colm
www.colmmccarthy.net
I'm rather bummed that I'm going to have to miss this (I'll be in Vancouver, so not all is lost), but that doesn't mean you have to, too. Go ogle some art for me!
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