Archive for March, 2010

151 hours

Monday, March 29th, 2010

Neilsen reported last week that the average American watches 151 hours of television a month. We get 720 hours for every 30-day month. If you work full-time, 176 of those hours go to work. If you sleep 8 hours a night, you’ve spent another 240 hours. After sleep, work and television we have 153 hours left for everything else.

Is watching television the third most important thing we do? Probably not. But that’s the lesser question. The greater question: What aren’t we doing with those 151 hours we’re spending consuming television?

Well, at very least every one of us could have a second job. Presuming that job was of the retail variety, that’s an extra $10k annually (post taxes) you could bring home. Of course if you have a professional skill, you could work more at a higher rate. If that was the case then you may only work the 51 hours – still leaving yourself 100 extra hours – and bring home an extra $15k-$30k post-taxes (based on $30/hr – $75/hr).

Say work isn’t your thing. (I did say it was the least you could do.)

Trained, now on two wheels

You could write books. Learn to play an instrument. Play sports. Teach your kids to fly a kite, yo-yo, ride a bike and throw a boomerang. Garden. Paint. Serve your neighbors, and your neighbors’ neighbors. Maybe you’d be terrible. But I promise you wouldn’t be worse than you are right now, and at least then you’d know.

Instead we’ve deemed it acceptable that everyone would trade all of that activity for the right to pay to consume entertainment.

I don’t have issues with entertainment. Or even passive entertainment. In fact I watched part of an episode of BBC’s Life this morning with my kids. But to think of 21% of my life, or 21% of the life of any of my friends, would go to the soul-dampering consumption of one-directional televised entertainment is sad.

What would you do if I offered you 20% more life? What would I do? I don’t know. I do know that while I don’t watch anywhere near 151 hours of television, I watch enough to know I am missing so much to gain absolutely nothing.

It only took us 42 months to give her a first hair cut

Friday, March 19th, 2010

Haircut: before

Haircut: after

We’re about 1300 days into Pear’s life and she’s never had a haircut. Basha cut a few parts once and Jenn trimmed her bangs once, but Pear hasn’t had a real haircut yet. While her long hair was great, it was also the source of a seemingly endless supply of knots. She hated having it brushed and in recent weeks had begun asking for shorter hair.

Tonight we took the plunge. Jenn trimmed about three inches off and added some layering to her style.

It’s funny what kids remember

Wednesday, March 17th, 2010

The scary part of the story

Basha brought home a story he wrote from school. His class is doing a unit on writing books and their first assignment was to write a true story. Above is a page from his book. The caption reads:

Then after we walked a few miles my daddy found a pygmy rattle snake.

His story is based on a hike we took last year where we stopped to examine what I thought was a snake skin on the trail. Turned out it was a live snake. We were convinced at first Florida didn’t have rattlesnakes, so I tried to pick it up with a stick. Once I saw and heard the rattle we realized we were wrong about the residence of rattlers. Turns out this particular snake was a pygmy rattlesnake which has really strong venom.

I grabbed our Flip and caught the snake on video. I’m probably 3 feet from the snake while I recorded it – again perhaps not the smartest move. Though I still wasn’t sure what kind of snake it was during the recording, apparently Basha was because you can hear him say “it is a rattlesnake” at the very end of the video.

Snaked! from Nathan Clark on Vimeo.

Whiskerino, a week gone

Monday, March 8th, 2010

The end of Whiskerino

On the surface Whiskerino is ridiculous. It’s a beard-growing contest that requires near-daily self-portraits, with themed photo days like “flash trash“. But beneath the surface, this four-month communal experience was one of the finer examples of what the web can do to foster intimacy and nurture real relationships.

Whiskerino ran it’s third chapter to completion last Sunday, and this week has felt a little empty. (Though the emptiness has been welcomed by the full queue of projects, tasks and to-dos that have been waiting for my time to free up.) I miss Whiskerino. It’s not just the creative challenge of daily photography, either. I miss the ever-present community, and the connection to many of the individual participants I have during these experiences. The feeling I have now that’s it over are much like those I felt arriving home during the summers between college years, or in the days immediately after significant vacations.

I’m not sure anyone’s nailed down precisely what it is that elevates the experience from the absurd to the affective, but I think three factors are chiefly responsible.

  1. Growing a beard – or more accurately letting it grow unchecked – for four months requires commitment. Sharing that commitment with other people almost instantly creates a tribe-mentality.
  2. Posting a self-portrait daily (or near-daily) is an intimate act, and offers a great deal of personal revelation and transparency. It’s hard not to share something significant of yourself in that process – just check any number of photo blogs for some hint of that same affect.
  3. The time-intensive, synchronous activities of posting and commenting create shared space much like a dorm, workspace, bar or other relationship-fostering environment does. The site also features a small chat down the side which helps nudge participants more casual conversation.

Whatever the causes, Whiskerino was a great experience for me and for my entire family. Not many days passed without my kids suggesting photo ideas, often to the point of staging the photos to make sure I really understood what they were talking about. I miss it, but I’d wager it’s just as true that we all do.

I’ll be enjoying the effects of Whiskerino for years to come through the relationships made (and cemented) over the months as well as the professional inspiration gleaned from this transformative online experience.

If you want to recap Whiskerino, you can check my archive, the catalogue of daily winners or the images I favorited, a sample of which is below.

Favorite images from Whiskerino

Strawberry fields forever… or at least for summer.

Saturday, March 6th, 2010

Basha has been begging to plant strawberry plants for weeks. We’ve planted strawberry plants before and had great success. We checked the farm store in our town a few weeks ago, but they didn’t have anything. Yesterday Basha and Nathan found some at Lowe’s and came home with 16 plants.

We’ve had bookshelf hanging out back for a while. Rather than throw it out we decided to re-purpose it into a raised planter to house our strawberries. I’m hoping the wood holds out – at least for the summer. We may need to coat it with some sort of weather proofing paint.

The kids had great fun dumping in the gravel and the dirt and planting in the strawberries. Now to wait for our crop.

Laying some foundation for fruit

Strawberry potted fields forever

Basha said, “The best part of gardening is harvest time.” I couldn’t agree more.

Hopefully there will be another post soon of us enjoying fresh, sweet, ripe strawberries from our backyard.

Making amends with the machine

Saturday, March 6th, 2010

Today I pulled the sewing machine out, something I thought would not happen for a while. A long while. A few weeks ago I decided to take a long break from sewing because every time I worked on a project I ended up getting frustrated. That’s not an emotion I like to associate with crafting, or experience in general, so sewing was out.

But a baby shower to celebrate a sweet friend and her soon-to-be-born little boy changed my mind. Thankfully my machine and I got along this afternoon. Target sells old school cloth diapers for around $10 (if you buy the organic kind). I took some vintage fabric quarters I bought from Jo-Anns a few weeks ago and stitched them onto the diapers.

Sew straight and true

Proper gifts for the mother-to-be

The whole project took an hour from start to finish. I also did a little embroidery on a hoop, but alas, I did not photograph it.

Up next on the craft list: finish crocheting a sweater for Arden. It will be done just in time for the weather to get warm, of course. Then I need to finish crocheting a blanket, start crocheting a dress for Harper, and finish crocheting a blanket for Sebastian that I started years ago.

Just a few things to work on. In all that free time I have.

Discovered: A great memory

Tuesday, March 2nd, 2010

On an old hard drive I found scans of our wedding photos. Fun fact: The top was taken with a Hasselblad.

Lauren did such a great job on these photos.

When we got married

Jenn on our wedding day

Wedding contact sheet 12

Resolution Read #1 – Let the Great World Spin

Tuesday, March 2nd, 2010
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Jenn and I picked up this book based on two important facts.

  1. The idea of a book loosely arranged around a tighrope walk between the Twin Towers in the 70s was appealing.
  2. We had a resolution to read a book, so we had to buy something and this was something.

Given we put so little into the first step in our year-long resolution to read a book a month, it seemed improbable that we’d start with such a good read. But Collum’s Let the Great World Spin was as satisfying as any other novel I’ve read in some time. Sometimes fortune favors the bold.

There is an endless supply of reviews about this work written with a quality I can scarely hope to capture. So I won’t bother to write another. But there are two facets of this book I want to note:

One of the main characters, Corrigan, is a priest who never talks about Jesus though he lives his life amongst hookers. He takes care of them and pours his life into them at great expense. As collum writes:

What Corrigan wanted was a fully believable God, one you could find in the grime of the everyday…he consoled himself with the fact that, in the real world, when he looked closely into the darkness he might find the presence of a light, damaged and bruised, but a little light all the same. He wanted, quite simply, for the world to be a better place, and he was in the habit of hoping for it.

He never talks Jesus, but he tries to lives Jesus. He’s not a perfect representation of Christ, but in an age where most of the practice of faith revolves only around words (preaching, singing, reading, writing, etc) it’s a jarring (and in many ways refreshing) alternative. To a people in need he offered a glimpse of salvation-a bruised little light-over and over and over.

The chapters in Let the Great World Spin are few, and long. It’s basically 5 novellas, loosely connected. Each could be self-contained, but in concert they work together to make a stirring work that’s more than the sum of its words.

Whether this drifts from “book of the year” to “modern classic” territory, I can’t say. But the story is enduring, the writing eloquent and the original cover worth having around.