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Image by Martin Kimeldorf’s Pixel Playground
About 10 days ago as I was almost over my achilles tendon issue, when my right quad blew out. I have been with two leg braces in bed. A wonderful friend gave me a wireless computer to play with and another got it to work with the internet. I can do about 2 hours a day on this thiingy.

But I’m having to forgo pixel play and wandering across my wacom tablet. In stead, I worked a bit with filters and such on this simple image…

These days I am returning mostly to my wordsmithing ways–journaling.

There is no need to reply to this pathos…it just made me feel good to get it down, out of my head…put it on a keyboard…and then set it free in cyberspace.
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NOTES FROM A PRISONER OF WAR ON THE SECOND FLOOR
M. kimeldorf

In 2006 my joints, nerves, and spine collaborated in distorting muscles and tendons as they waged war upon my soul. During winter the spine sent suicide bombers down from my sciatica and into my big right toe. Then in Spring-Summer the C3 and C4 sent terrorists to mess with the wiring from my neck down to the finger tips on my left hand. I’m certain, my finger tingling is not how God designed the infrastructure. On this 93 degree day in the Pacific Northwest, I’m writing to you now from my encampment on the second floor of my home. Both legs are velcroed into braces, and if you want to laugh, watch me use the toilet.

In 1910 Louise Meunier took his first breath. As the techies would say today, “he was an early adopter.” He had one of the first model-T cars in his neighborhood, owned a plane at age 33, and went on to design paper mills that used re-cycled products in an era when Rachel Carlson was still just a kid dreaming about the environment.

None of this was given to him, he earned it all. He was always workin’ which included: golf caddy, soda jerk, newspaper boy, salesman, manager, saxophone player. Louis had large, luminous-almost kid-like-eyes. He was unassuming, except when he would impersonate admirals and Nordstrom CEO’s to perfect strangers. He also likes to portray himself as a Frenchman, but only knows a half dozen words

Louis and his wife Agnes raised a funny, bright, and magical daughter…whom I tricked into marrying me. She is my Judy-bug.

On Sunday, around 5 am Louis went in for that final “innovation” and left us at age 96 on a hot July day.

By that Sunday night, I could no longer get out of bed. The next day I would struggle to get downstairs to go to the emergency service room. I almost passed out twice from pain. By the second time, they gave me the preferred drug of choice by Hospice patients. This past week I have bonded with Mrs. Vicadin and Ms. Percaset as I needed the friendship at times.

Judy had to do things unheard of, like helping me pee into mayonnaise jar, removing a toilet seat to replace it with a tall adapter, run obscure parts of the computer, and try to exercise my bum knee by hand. She almost-cheerfully wakes up at 11 pm and 2 am to strap me into my “legs” so I can wobble towards the bathroom, clutching Louis’s creaky walker.

My bed is surrounded by pill bottles standing at attention, while a remote handset and cell phone snooze in black plastic cradles.

Brian came over for 6 hours to see if he could install a wireless computer so I would have something to do during the day. (How many times can I look at my darn photos on the wall?) Nobody, but a very solid friend would spend that much time tinkering with my hardware. Unfortunately, it didn’t work completely…gotta call Apple tomorrow.

Ever try to get tech support, while balancing a phone on your ear and computer on a pillow? The only thing worse than that nightmare is when the phone becomes jammed, and I have to wait for Judy to return and disconnect and re-connect the batteries in the phone at the other end of the house.

I know there is a lesson here somewhere. Is it that old crazy aphorism: If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans”. Or might it be heard in my more acute pain moments when I call out to God in my head, “Please take me all at once, not in little pieces like this!” Perhaps this preview of advanced aging serves to spur me into taking early retirement in order to enjoy what I might have left.

Or am I just having Twilight Zone moment, At any moment I expect to see Rod Serling exit from the bathroom, cigarette in hand….and saying something like:

What happens when the wiring in your world goes a bit off?

In the predawn light , you notice three spiders [Louis, me, Judy] behaving as if they were drunk on the rosy rising sun….they are deviating from the horizontal and vertical grids you have seen on all the previous mornings…In this particular moment you notice they are spinning a new, odd and surreal webbing…criss-crossing in an intoxicated manner. Suddenly, you see what looks like a shadow-bug of yourself heading for the web. You have been so busy making the web, you hadn’t noticed who it was for…

Welcome to YOUR twilight zone.

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Football: Jets-v-Eagles, Sep 2009 – 07

Image by Ed Yourdon
Note: this photo was published in an Oct 13, 2010 blog titled "What You Can Learn From NFL Stars." It was also published in an undated (mid-Nov 2010) blog titled "Online Football Shirt Options." And it was published in a Dec 26, 2010 blog titled "3 Online Dating Tips For Newbies And Beginners."

Moving into 2011, the photo was published in a Jan 16, 2011 blog titled "Where can I find a free online dating site?"

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I’m somewhat embarrassed to admit that, until last night, I had never been to a professional football game in my life. Baseball, basketball, and tennis: yes, of course. High-school and college football games: sure, though that was a long time ago. Indeed, the last college football game I watched (in person) was in the mid-60s, when I was invited to the annual Harvard-Yale game by a Radcliffe student I had begun dating — a development to which my MIT college roommate reacted, in shock, by howling, "Radcliffe? You’re dating a Cliffie? She must be a pig!" After which he pulled out his flute, every time he thought she might be present when he returned to our off-campus apartment, and played "Old McDonald Had a Farm" until he collapsed in gales of laughter on the stairwell. Highly inaccurate, I hasten to note, and totally unfair. But I digress…

Anyway, a freelance writer, Mitch Ligon (whose photo you can see here in one of my Flickr sets), invited me to accompany him last night to the New York Jets – Philadelphia Eagles game out in the New Jersey Meadowlands — another first-time experience. I was given a photographer’s press pass, which gave me access to the locker rooms, press box, various other "inner sanctum" locations … and, most important, the football field itself. I was given a red jersey to wear, told to stay outside the yellow dashed lines that ring the field, and turned loose for the evening. I felt somewhat inadequate, because I knew that the "real" professional photographers would be equipped with high-cameras and monstrous telephoto lenses beyond anything I had ever touched, or could possibly afford; and even though my Nikon D300 and 70-300mm zoom lens is fairly respectable in amateur circles, I had no idea if I would be able to take any decent photos at all…

The other problem is that I know little or nothing about the nuances of football, beyond the obvious fact that the quarterback either passes the ball, or hands off to someone who attempts to run the ball downfield. Punts and field-goal kicks are also a familiar concept, but if you don’t have a good anticipatory sense of who is about to do what to whom, it’s easy to miss the "moment" when the perfect shot might be available. Also, I didn’t really know anything about the players, aside from the respective star quarterbacks: Philadelphia’s controversial Michael Vick, and New York’s newly-named starting quarterback, Mark Sanchez. I had looked at the team rosters on the Internet before the game, so at least I knew their jersey numbers (#6 for Sanchez, and #7 for Vick, as you’ll see in the photos) — but the "action" was often so far away (at the other end of the field) that I couldn’t tell whether the starting quarterback, or one of the substitutes, was making the plays.

Nevertheless, by the beginning of the second quarter I was feeling a little more comfortable — if only because I found it easy to follow along behind the other professional photographers as they marched (or ran) from one end of the field to the other, in order to get their equipment set up for what they expected would be the next great shot. By the end of the game, I had taken 1,100+ photos, including several of Michael Vick in a post-game locker-room interview; and from the sound of the clickety-click-clack of my fellow photographers, I could tell that many of them had taken several thousand. I’ll spare you the technical details of my feeble attempts to get some decent shots; I had picked up some good tips from the sports-photography chapter of Scott Kelby’s Digital Photography, and I did my best within the limitations of my equipment and my lack of familiarity with the situation.

What impressed me most about the whole experience was the scale of modern professional football — the scale of everything. It’s one thing to read that there are 80,000 people in a football stadium; it’s another thing to actually be there and hear the simultaneous roar of those 80,000 people as a quarterback is sacked or a long pass is completed. It’s one thing to read that a professional football player is 6 feet, 5 inches tall and weighs 350 pounds; it’s another thing to stand next to several dozen such giants. Heck, I thought there were only 20 or 30 such giants on each team; I had no idea that there were 64 of them (a number which will be pared down as the pre-season comes to an end), or that there might be 20-30 different coaches. And then there are the hundreds of "staff members" scurrying around all over the place, carrying out their various duties and assignments; and there are the security guards and State Police, who spent most of the time scanning the stadium crowd rather than watching the players, presumably watching for scuffles or fights or … well, who knows what. There are cheerleaders too, in this case bearing the official name of New York Jets Flight Crew; I had expected half a dozen, but there were two dozen perky, long-haired beauties, with permanently frozen smiles, who who danced and pranced before the crowd at every conceivable opportunity.

All of this has resulted in the photos you’ll see in this album. I had to delete roughly a hundred of my original images, because they were out of focus, or because a referee decided to walk in front of my camera at the wrong moment; and another 900 were "okay," but not terribly exciting. I’m sure that none of them are as crisp, sharp, and well-composed as those taken by the Sports Illustrated photographer and the other professionals on the field; but I did end up with 72 "keepers" that I hope you’ll enjoy…

… and, yes, I probably will attend another football game or two in the years ahead. Whether I’m lucky enough to get down on the field again is anyone’s guess….

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