Friday, June 12, 2009

Weekend Assignment #271: A Thousand Words

This week's Weekend Assignment is inspired by photo challenges in which we show people around the world pictures of our own little piece of it. I'm about to ask you to do the same thing - only without the pictures!

Weekend Assignment #271: No matter where you live, the daily sights you take for granted are bound to seem exotic to someone who lives in very different surroundings. Describe your home town, city or whatever to that theoretical someone, entirely in words. You don't have to write the proverbial "thousand words," but do not post a photo to aid you in conveying a sense of what the place is like.

Extra Credit: Summarize your description Twitter-style, in 140 characters or fewer.

Tucson, Arizona fills an oblong of partially-obliterated desert, its flat sprawl limited by mountain ranges to the north, south, east and west. Tucson itself has an elevation of about 2300 feet. The highest of the mountain ranges is the Santa Catalinas to the north, which rise nearly 7,000 feet above the city and are its most distinctive landmark. By day, everyone in Tucson can always tell which direction is north, just by looking at the mountains.

Although Tucson has its share of curved neighborhood streets, cul-de-sacs and oddball streets that change names or direction, its major arteries are rationally laid out at one mile intervals. The main east-west roads include Grant Road, Pima Street, Speedway Blvd, Fifth Street, Broadway Blvd, 22nd Street and Golf Links Road. The north-south ones nearest me are Kolb Road, Wilmot Road, and Craycroft Road. Inevitably, lots of people pronounce and even spell Wilmot as "Wilmont."

Aside from newer developments at the edges of town, houses in Tucson are mostly one story ranches, mostly brick, and mostly larger than they were when first built. Rooftops are generally flat, and may be covered with shingles, ceramic tiles or a rolled, white Latex-like plastic known as "Kool Kote.” Tucson has basically two skyscrapers, one downtown and one at the corner of Broadway and Rosemont. Because the surrounding buildings are mostly just a few stories tall, each can be seen from miles away. Even Tucson Medical Center, which is one of Tucson's largest hospitals, is only one story high, with corridors that go on for miles. That layout was a condition specified by whoever gave them the land (I think) to build it, so as not to spoil the view. It started out as a sanitarium for tuberculosis patients.

Tucson lies in the Sonoran Desert, named for the state of Sonora, Mexico, directly south of Arizona. The signature plant of the Sonoran Desert is the Giant Saguaro, the tall, several-armed cactus most people associate with Roadrunner cartoons. Yes, we have roadrunners. No, it's not the state bird. The state bird is the cactus wren. Aside from saguaros, cholla, prickly pears and other cacti, the Sonoran Desert features green-barked trees called Palo Verde, and, at a slightly higher elevation, the Mesquite.

Proper, domestic grass does not grow well in Tucson. On the other hand, Bermuda grass, buffelgrass and certain other weeds do annoyingly well, crowding out both native and cultivated grasses. Rather than struggle to grow a green lawn, some people either try to fill their yards with a patch of tamed desert or just cover it with colored stones, accented by a few palm trees or cacti.

Tucson is famously hot in the summer, although, as the joke goes, "it's a dry heat." This is only half true. In late spring and early summer, as the temperature climbs well past 100 degrees, the humidity tends to be around 11%, making it more bearable than 100 degrees and humid would be. That doesn't make it pleasant. Around early July the monsoon arrives. For about six weeks it rains nearly every late afternoon and occasionally at night, giving Tucson about half of its 11 inches of average annual rainfall. The storms can cool the air in minutes. In the increased humidity, Tucsonans' evaporative coolers, also known as "swamp coolers," cease to be an effective alternative to air conditioning.

The exciting, sometimes dangerous summer storms amount to almost a spectator sport. "When everyone at the office rushes to the window," a book called Arizona 101 advises, "that means it's raining." (I'm quoting from memory.) The summer heat, dry and otherwise, is offset by extremely mild winters. Snow on the ground here, even for a few minutes, is a rare and exotic thing, and may not happen for several years at a time.

Another observation from the Arizona 101 book is that "Most Arizonans believe the border should be closed the day after they arrive." Because of the mountains and Saguaro National Park, Tucson is not easily expanded to accommodate new residents, not without encroaching on the remaining desert or drifting north toward Oro Valley. Recent efforts to deal with this issue involve the concept of "infill," building on any plot of land inside the city that still has desert on it. These days, with the collapsed housing market and businesses struggling, Tucson has lots of empty storefronts and a fair number of foreclosed homes. Many times an obvious convenience store building or former restaurant becomes something else entirely, like a flower shop or a charter school. Even so, there are buildings that seem destined to house an endless series of failed businesses.

What's wonderful about the place? That depends on what matters to you. Culturally, Tucson is more Democratic than Republican, more laissez-faire than repressive, with a lively music scene, a large university community and a small but active counterculture. It is home to a number of theater groups, a world class photographic museum featuring the work of Ansell Adams, the wonderful Arizona Sonora Desert Museum, and an important, well-preserved mission church, San Xavier del Bac. It has spring training baseball, although that's endangered by the greed of certain baseball teams, the reluctance of players to sit on a bus for two hours, and the issue or keeping the grass healthy at Tucson Electric Park and Hi Corbett Field.

But for me, it's mostly about the mountains and the desert, and the many creatures that live there. Southeastern Arizona is one of the most important "birding hotspots" in the entire country, perhaps the world. The variety of elevations creates a number of discrete habitats, with different plants and animals in each. And because we're just an hour north of Mexico, we get quite a few birds that are found nowhere else in what birders define as North America, which is to say the United States and Canada. The mountains and trees, cacti and rocks are dramatic enough, but add a black phoebe or a peregrine falcon and its that much more special.

There you go. 1,000 words exactly. And my Tweet version:

Tucson, Arizona is a flat, mostly brick, sometimes wet, rather hot city with cool people, surrounded by mountains, desert and exotic birds.

Your turn! Tell us about all about where you live, without resorting to photographic evidence. I really, really want to hear from many more of you this week, especially those of you who live outside the United States, and Round Robin participants in general. Write it up in your blog, and please remember to include a link back to this entry. Then leave a link to your entry in the comments below. I'll be back in a week with the results. Here, meanwhile, is last week's wrap-up:

For Weekend Assignment #270: Magic Makeover, I asked what one thing you would magically change about yourself if you could. Just two people dared to consider the fantasy makeover:

Florinda said...

I would be taller. I didn't even have to think about this one very long, because I already have. I've changed my weight, although it's gotten tougher to nudge the number on the scale downward (and Karen's not allowing it anyway). I've changed my hair color. I've changed my vision from nearly blind to functional, and if I had the money, the technology exists to improve it more, and make the improvement permanent. The one thing about myself I truly cannot change is my height, and I've come to accept that. But if I could change it, I'd jump at the chance.


Mike said...

I'd get rid of the need for glasses. I'm tired of them. They get bent out of shape after a while and become uncomfortable. You can't wear sunglasses with them, at least the kind I would like to wear. Sure, there are prescription sunglasses, and I have them, but it's a pain to change them all the time. And, no, I don't like the ones that get dark when you go outside; they never seem like they get light enough inside.

I'm still dangerously low on "guest professor" suggestions for these Weekend Assignments, so I ask again: please, please, please, email me some new ones. But more than that, I'd love to see some of you stretch yourselves beyond the photo challenges and help me out with this writing exercise. Can you do it? Will you? I hope so! Thanks!

Karen

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Out of Gas



Well, yesterday was a day.

It barely qualifies as a separate day, really, because I was up all night in reaction to the event that started it all. As best as I can piece together, sometime around 2 or 3 AM, a fire started in a discarded couch or other furniture, stupidly piled on top of a Southwest Gas meter in the alley between Calle Mumble and the street behind it. The gas main went up, and it took a couple hours to put out the fire. The photo above was taken many hours later, after much activity on the part of Southwest Gas crews and equipment, but you can see that half of my neighbor's fence has burned down.

Around 4:30 AM the Southwest Gas inspectors were out and about, checking for gas leaks. One showed up at our front door, asking to check our gas range and so on. The range was fine, but they found a leak in the back yard. We now have to pay to replace the (probably decades-old) gas line.

Two options: have Southwest Gas move the meter up to the house, where it can be read remotely, or hire a plumber to replace the gas line, and then have Southwest Gas turn it on. The plumber option involves a city permit and bringing stuff up to code, which adds to the cost; plus there's the uncertainty of whether the company we hire is reliable. I interviewed a Southwest Gas engineer and then three plumbers throughout the day. We're going with the Southwest gas option. Meanwhile we have no gas for the stove, and when it's all done there won't be gas going to the ancient pool heater, fireplace or outlet for a barbecue we never had. No loss there. We never used any of that stuff.

I now need to rush off with the contract down to Southwest Gas, I work at church in a little over an hour, and I'm expecting a return call from my other potential employer. So I'd better sign off for now.

Karen

Update: I got the contract dropped off at Southwest Gas on Palo Verde near I-10, just around the corner from whether I worked for Beaudry RV for eight months in 2007-2008. The receptionist and engineer I talked to were very nice and efficient, and I feel good about our decision. The work will be done Monday. I hope that means Monday morning, because I just this moment realized I'm scheduled to work at church on Monday afternoon.

After dropping of the meter relocation contract, I grabbed a flatbread sandwich at Subway and headed to church for another training and work session. I got to work with payroll and bills and band reconciliation, so I'm rapidly getting practice in on most of the routine stuff. It looks like I'll be going to training sessions on the Church Windows software (and fund accounting) on Wednesday and possibly Thursday morning next week. I invited John to take vacation time and come along, on the theory that he could browse comic book shops during my seminars. But although he's dying to get out of town, his work situation and our finances led him to say no. Ah, well, some other time we'll get a proper break together.

I'm also still waiting for a call back from the gentleman who interviewed me a week ago. He left a message on my cell phone this morning, which was two rooms away (and I was asleep). I've left him two voicemails, so with luck I hope to hear from him before the day is out.

K.

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

Gathering Clouds

From the Picasa album Clouds Over Tucson

Carly is asking to see clouds for this week's Ellipsis Monday Photo Shoot. If my cable connection ever comes back up, I will show you Monday's clouds. Carly's timing was perfect: the skies over Tucson put on a bit of a show Monday, part of the prelude to the early monsoon the meteorologists are expecting.



I actually rotated this shot 90 degrees before I noticed from the palm tree at the bottom that it didn't need rotating. It was taken in front of my house. I've cropped out the neighbor's tree from the right side of the shot, and brightened the remaining image quite a bit.

From the Picasa album Clouds Over Tucson

This is a portion of the first photo above, which can be seen in even larger form on Picasa. I love the colorful lens flares.

Clouds over the Catalinas.

Clouds over the dog park.


Clouds over the amphitheater.




My favorite shots are often of the combination of clouds and sunset. It's often clouds that make a sunset special, and vice versa. Monday's sunset, ironically, was a dud, but here are some colorful sunset clouds from a few days ago.

The reason the cable connection is down, apparently, is that there was a fire in the alleyway a few hours ago, which they just put out. There are still emergency vehicles perhaps five houses away from us. (Well, there were when I wrote that - they've just driven away.) According to the Southwest Gas line inspector who just discovered a gas leak behind our very own house a few minutes ago, someone set a couch in the alleyway on fire. The fire spread to the gas main, and whoosh! I didn't see it, had no idea. I only knew that people and vehicles have been going by in the alleyway, accompanied by much barking from the neighborhood dogs. Anyway, most of the activity seems to be over for the moment, but the Southwest Gas guy is still out there, and a repair crew will be by this morning to cut off the leaky gas line that used to go to the rusty old pool heater that's been broken since before we bought the house. Well, I say it's broken. John seems to think he just chose not to mess with it, even when we were actively using the pool.

Be sure to check Carly's blog Ellipsis every week for the EMPS topic, and for links to the previous week's participants. Why not get in on it this week, and photograph some clouds?

Karen

Sunday, June 07, 2009

Duck, Duck, Goose, Cormorant??!

From Birds of Reid Park


I've been doing a bit of attempted birdwatching at that park I'm embarrassed to mention yet again, since it's all I seem to write about lately. I say attempted because although I've certainly seen lots of birds and in some cases photographed them, that's only half the game. You've got to identify them too. I haven't been carrying my National Geographic Society Field Guide to the Birds of North America, and when I compare my photos on the computer screen with the illustrations in the book, I often fail to convince myself that I've identified a bird correctly. I swear I used to be pretty good at this stuff. No longer!

Let's start with the bird at the top of this entry. From size, color and position, I assumed it was a falcon, and that I just needed to figure out which kind when I got home. Wrong! My current guess is either a Sharp-shinned Hawk or Cooper's Hawk. What do you think?



This little guy was in the same tree at the same time. It's a Vermilion Flycatcher.



Here are a couple of Black-crowned Night Herons in a tree. Despite appearances, they're both the same species. The big one has the plumage of an immature bird.



There are lots of ducks, of course, around the two urban lakes; there's a reason they're commonly called the duck ponds. Aside from the mallards there are domestic white ducks, some newly-arrived (I think) domesticated black ducks,and lots of cross-breeds. I have yet to identify a Black-bellied Whistling Duck here, or any of the other duck species I've seen elsewhere in Tucson.



These are geese, of course, the white Domestic Goose and, um, not sure, perhaps a Greater White-fronted Goose? A couple of the latter kind were actually hissing at Cayenne - perhaps at all three of us, but I think they were specifically reacting to Cayenne, who as usual was very interested in the birds.



Now these guys pretty well have me stumped. The shape is all wrong for a duck or a loon, they're too big to be grebes, they're clearly not pelicans, storks, or spoonbills and they're probably not herons or egrets. What they kinda look like is Olivaceous Cormorants, which is possible but very unlikely. Any ideas, folks?

Check out the Picasa album these photos are in for more shots of each of these birds.

Karen

Friday, June 05, 2009

Weekend Assignment #270: Magic Makeover

Yes, I know, I'm about 24 hours out from my old schedule. But I worked today, and had a time consuming project on Facebook, and took the dog to the vet, and had computer problems, and...well, that's it for Friday, but Thursday night I did CPA review assignments until 1:30 AM and then collapsed into bed.

So. I'm delighted to say that a few people have finally come up with "guest professor" topics. I need to juggle and tweak them a bit to avoid them being too close in theme or scheduling to similar Weekend Assignments, but it's still a big help! And yes, still want more topic ideas to add to the mix.

Meanwhile, though, let's go with a topic idea of mine that I've had shelved for a while:

Weekend Assignment #270: You've been given the magical opportunity to change just one thing about yourself, instantly and painlessly. There is no going back; whatever change you make is permanent, aside from normal aging. What would you change - or would you choose to stand pat? (Please note that this is a change to yourself, not the world around you. Also, I'm disallowing weight loss, because it's just too obvious.)

Extra Credit: If you could change two things, what would the second thing be?

I think the reason I've been sitting on this idea is that it asks you to implicitly criticize yourself, which can be a bit of a downer. But let's try to have fun with this, shall we?

Now, let's see. I don't care about my age, my graying hair, my big feet, my need to wear glasses or my lack of a gall bladder. It would be nice to ditch my allergies, but is that big enough a thing to go for? Perhaps I'd be better off magically erasing a fault of mine, such as messiness or mild shyness or being oversensitive to criticism.

But you know what? In theory, I can do something about personality quirks, at least enough to cope. Indeed, I am coping. I can be braver. I can do dishes. I can do what I need to do.

Allergies, though. I've been suffering from allergies since I was a small child. I was tested for horses and ragweed and lots of other things when I was in fourth grade, and came up positive for nearly all of them. In junior high school I was once "caught" taking an Allerest, something I didn't know was against the rules. Cats give me asthma. I was awakened this morning by allergies, and I'm sitting her with nasal congestion right now. There is currently no medication I know of that makes a dent in my symptoms unless I double or triple the dosage.

Yeah, allergies. Let's go with that. And the second thing? Well, it would be nice, at the decidedly post-adolescent age of 52, to finally get over my acne.

How about you? What would you tweak about yourself it you had the chance? Tell us about it! Write it up in your blog, and please remember to include a link back to this entry. Then leave a link to your entry in the comments below. I'll be back in a week with the results. Here, meanwhile, is last week's results:

For Weekend Assignment #269: Good Sports, I asked for your interactions with parades. Here are excerpts from the two replies:

Julie said...

I enjoy sports, and I watch politics like a contact sport. But this is about organized games. No political jokes this time around.

I like football - both soccer and US football. Just last week I picked up a Manchester United shirt. Yes, I'm a ManU fan. There goes half my readership! ;-)


Paul said...

Like any sport or activity, curling has developed its own unique terminology (as touched upon in the previous installment). The terms, out-turn and in-turn are used to describe which direction a curler turns the handle when delivering a rock. On an out-turn, the handle of the rock is turned out from the body of the thrower, and an in-turn is turned in towards the body of the thrower. Of course, that means the terms refer to different directions of spin depending on whether the thrower is right or left-handed. For a righty, the out-turn revolves counter-clockwise, and the in-turn, clockwise. For a lefty it is the opposite. [This is part of Paul's series The ABCs of Curling]


Florinda said...

I was raised on Major League baseball, but most of the games I've attended in my life have been in the minors. During my first few years living in Memphis, the city was home to a AA franchise, and in 1998, the Memphis Redbirdsbegan playing in AutoZone Park as the AAA affiliate of the St. Louis Cardinals. My son has a July birthday which usually falls somewhere around the All-Star break, and even if we couldn't do it on the day itself, his preferred place to celebrate while he was growing up was always the ballpark, and we were always glad to take him.


Mike said...

I don't think I could be called a sports fan. I don't plan my weekends around sporting events on TV, though that could be due to the fact I work a lot of weekends. But still, I wouldn't do it anyway. I never envisioned myself growing up to be the guy who never gets dressed on a Sunday because there are too many football games to watch. Instead, I don't get dressed because I'm too lazy and want to watch Fletch for the 3,000th time in comfort.

Mike adds in his comment...

And Paul, if you see mine, I'm sorry. I mentioned curling in mine All in jest of course.


I'm still dangerously low on "guest professor" suggestions for these Weekend Assignments, so I ask again: please, please, please, email me some new ones. Thanks!

Karen

Wednesday, June 03, 2009

Working

Yesterday was my first day as a paid employee of St. Michael's, after years of volunteer work on the website and months of unpaid work (my choice) doing the weekly deposit. So far I've basically sat for one low-key training session with people who already know me. I can see there will be a lot of procedural stuff to learn, and a small, easy learning curve on Quickbooks and Church Windows software. And I'll need to get used to fund accounting, a staple of the non-profit environment. I will inevitably feel slightly nervous about all this until I've sat in the chair and done it a few times, but the rational part of me expects no major challenges learning to do the job competently.

Today, I had a job interview! No, I'm not looking to dump my brand new part-time job with the church I've attended for more than a decade; this would be in addition to, not instead of. Someone from the parish forwarded my resume with a local CPA firm that works with small businesses. The job would be part time with variable hours, at a reasonable-for-the-circumstances hourly wage. It would mean getting to work with some standard areas of accounting I've only touched upon in my professional life so far, and other areas I've done a lot. And it would mean working directly under a CPA, which is a requirement for getting my own CPA certification down the line. I could have met that requirement during my First Magnus days, but I didn't know to get the requisite piece of paper signed, and have no idea where the CPAs I worked with then may be found now.

Anyway, I think the interview went well - but then again, I always think that. If this job comes through, I'll have gone from no jobs to two jobs in a short period of time, which is a big improvement! No benefits, but I'm on John's health savings account now, so that's only a minor loss. My schedules at both jobs should be somewhat flexible, which would facilitate a trip to Disneyland or an sf convention or at least Phoenix from time to time, assuming our finances allow it. John probably hasn't been outside Pima County in over 2 years and if feeling antsy. I don't blame him a bit!

So wish me luck with this second job. It may not be the well-paid full-time permanent position I've been looking for, but it could conceivably become that. In the meantime, it beats the heck out of sitting behind my computer at home all day, accomplishing nothing much!

Karen

Tuesday, June 02, 2009

EMPS: A Barrel of Rainbows

For Ellipsis Monday Photo Shoot #40: Rainbows, Carly has set us a pretty problem. Real-life rainbows probably won't be turning up here until July when the monsoon hits, and my attempt to find sunlight refracting through running water was a total failure. Fortunately, she's also allowing for photographing rainbow designs, and I lucked onto just that Monday afternoon.

From EMPS

I've wanted to write about the trash bins of Reid Park for a while. They are all covered with Reid Park Zoo banners and colorful painted decorations by children. I've seen ones with animals, a volcano and all sorts of other cool things. This one is placed just outside the entrance to the rose garden.



Up close you can see that the kids have signed their work. It's kind of too bad that the bin liner covers it up. But at least you can see through the plastic!



The theme continues on the other side of the bin, with a vertical prism design.

Carly also asks what colors give us the most trouble in our photography. I love color, all bright colors, that is. The only troubles I seem to have are preserving color in low light conditions, or getting purple to read true, or photographing actual rainbows. Too often the camera seems to wash them out so that they are barely visible, and photo editing can't entirely compensate. But we'll see what my new camera can do when the rainy season arrives.

Be sure to check Carly's blog Ellipsis every Monday for the Ellipsis Monday Photo Shoot, and for links to the previous week's participants.

Karen