Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Still Life

One thing about taking a course in photography is that one winds up taking the sort of pictures one migh not normallly think of taking; like still lifes, for example. Then one has to use stray objects found around the teaching studios at the AGO.

Monday, July 25, 2005

Caretaker

Near disaster struck my aquarium this past weekend. The tank did not experience a total crash, but the cycle to total destruction did begin. I think the spiral of death has been halted, although I removed what I hope is the last dead victim this morning from my tank.

I returned home on Saturday around noon to discover an over flowing piece of equipment (called a protein skimmer -- it pulls dissolved organics from the water using foam fractionization: the gunk sticks to the tension of a trillion little bubbles and then collects in a cup as the foam rises in a column of water). It was overflowing (back into the tank -- it is thus designed) because there was clearly an over abundance of something in the water so it over produced foam. The tank water was quite cloudy. And in overflowing, a week's worth of gunk in aforementioned cup had been thrown back into the tank.

Three fish were already dead and the others were clearly stressed. The coral and invertebrates looked fine (and continue to look great).

I won't bore you with the technical details but those things one can test for in an aquarium came back well within acceptable limits.

I was almost certain that what had occurred was that a type of algae (of which I have lots -- seaweeds, really) reproduces by "going sexual" (as it's called) and in doing so it basically dies, expelling all its nutrients back into the water. This dramatically reduces the oxygen saturation of the water and fish begin to die, further polluting the water, further reducing the oxygen levels. Luckily, if this is what happened, it was not enough to begin to kill corals or the downward spiral would have been accelerated.

I also believe my giant clams may have spawned -- all those gamettes in the water would produce the same effect on the oxygen levels. I think this because on Sunday when the water was much clearer than the previous day, in a matter of looking at the tank one minute and then turning back to it, the water had become very milky.

In the end I changed about 40 gallons of the water -- a LONG process at 5 gallons at a time. (The water has to be "made" -- using RO water, which takes forever to be filtered, then the artificial sea salt mix added and then the water heated to tank temperature and left long enough so that things like pH are equalized). As wel, I've got twice the amount of activated carbon running in the tank at the moment to help scrub the water. It would have been nice to have 50 gallons of pre-made water on hand, but I live in a small apartment and where the hell am I going to keep such a thing...

But the disheartening thing, the thing that continues to make me sick to my stomach is the loss of 6 fish -- incredibly beautiful and interesting creatures each of them. And they died under my care. If only I'd researched and realized the type of algae that went sexual was a type that was prone to doing just that (I've been removing another two in the same family, that I know are famous for the "act"), I would have been aggressively harvesting the culprit, as well, to prevent such an occurrence. Anyway, I failed my little closed biological system as its caregiver and the fish died -- fish that despite being extremely sensitive to care for in captivity HAD been doing exceptionally well. That one was of a type rarely successfully kept...

They were also the fish that provided most of the movement in the tank -- being schooling fish -- so the ocean reef in my living room is looking a little "bare" today.

Steve

Thursday, July 14, 2005

Enough Said

"I don't know that atheists should be considered as citizens, nor should they be considered patriots. This is one nation under God."

-President George H. W. (Daddy) Bush, August 27, 1987

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Enough is enough

A major side effect of the emasculation of the post-secondary education system in this country is that the benevolence of the alumni is not simply sprucing up university campuses, it is shaping the very nature of academe.

I had the misfortune to attend York University a few years back and lived through the utter funding vacuum which is the faculties which one might describe as those providing a liberal education -- fine arts, social sciences, humanities... While I did not find a single (and I looked everywhere but the law school and the business school) comfortable chair or couch (and I simply mean one worth sitting in) to curl up in to read/study I did get to watch as several new buildings went up -- all but one for the business school (the other was for computer science -- a close cousin of business administrations in this discussion).

York is starving for cash. You see it in the huge classes for even senior courses (30 or 40 people in a senior level English class!! -- forget about the 500 in the junior level English classes) and you see it in professors now being called course leaders and teaching one hour a week of the course, while the other three hours a week are assigned to a grad student in a tutorial.

So it pained me, as it did when I was at Western and as it did when I was at U of Calgary (both at the time not suffering particular cash grabs by their provincial overseers yet, but still the philosophy was there and swinging against them) to see capital expenditure almost exclusively used to build towers and lecture theatres for the business schools. All named after the men who made the construction possible with their largesse, their wanting to give back to their schools.

BUT imagine, if you will, the improved state of post-secondary education in this country (and it is a mess, really, unless we're content with university degrees simply being the new requirement to go off and get a job; that is universities become solely trade schools -- where one goes to university to "become something" -- "what will you be when you graduate," my mother asks every time I attend a university. Better read, I like to say to piss off my brothers.

But I digress. Imagine, if you will if the names Haskayne, Schulich, Rotman, Ivey were placed not in front of "School of Business" but "Chair of Medieval Studies," or "Centre for Research into English Literature."

Yes, yes, I know those names fund more than business schools but not really on campuses in as significant way as they do building business schools.

I was set off on this rant by the fact that a very, very large development to the west of the Eaton Centre on Dundas Street (which I had the impression was to be a new condo and hotel development) turns out to be the new home of Ryerson's School of Business. Sigh.

Don't get me wrong. Nothing wrong with studying business in a university, but the curriculum in most business programs (as it is, say, with graduate schools of law -- no matter how much those schools scream otherwise) is about developing a trade. Learning how to be business practitioner rather than critically looking at the nature of the beast itself. Little is about studying business academically, viewing the discipline with a critical eye -- if you want proof of that check the last time you heard much fundamental or systematic criticism of Bay Street from a Rotman professor? The peer-reviewed business journals that come out of the major business schools are how-to manuals.

Ah, but I gotta give it up. My head hurts and the brick wall is getting bloodied. My last degree, the majority of my fellow students were there not to read a thing, or challenge or discover in what they read, but to finish so they could get a job. And to a number, every time a dispute arose in a class about teaching, curriculum or the like, the argument inevitably turned to "Hey, I'm paying for this, and I want good customer service and value for my dollar..." I, on more than one occasion, heard the following from student to professor: "I pay your salary so..."

I'm done now.

Monday, July 04, 2005

What THE fuck!

I was shot at tonight. Well, either me or the window of the video store the bullet hit.

Yah, a drive by shooting. Between Donlands and Pape subway stations on the Danforth.

Walking along, looking in the big video store (Rogers?) when there is a very loud and sharp pop and then a nearly immediate sharp retort of thick glass cracking/shattering.

As I instinctively ducked and turned to see what the hell, my mind starts to scream ("gunshot??!") and as I began to look for cover (a big trash bin) a white car, in no particular hurry turns the corner and drives away. A couple coming out of the store looked at me and I asked the world at large, "Were we just shot at?" They didn't say anything. We sort of looked at the front of the store like idiots and then there high on the widow I spot a softball sized hole smashed in the thick outer pane of the window, and a cleaner hole or indentation in the inner pane.

Now I wish I'd looked more closely. But.

At that moment, I said fuck it and looked up the side street to see if I could see the "fleeing" car. It turned (as if to come around the block -- so I immediately though -- and in the direction I needed to go to get quickly to the Pape subway station. I figured I should stick around to talk to the cops but I had one thought -- to get under ground and onto the relative safety of the train.

As I passed a patio just across the side street, three old guys asked, "Did someone just shoot that store? Sure sounded like a gunshot." That did nothing for my rationalizing mind which was telling me it was a stone thrown from a tire, or maybe a slingshot -- neither explaining that first too loud crack/pop of a gun upclose. That sound that when real sounds fake to everyone used to (thank gawd) TV gun sounds. But that close the pop has more of a sharp sound -- I've been in firing ranges.

I started at every fucking white car coming down the street until I was in the subway station and then crossing Bloor and Church near home a car hit something small on the road and I actually ducked.

What makes all this the more surreal is the fact that on Friday I witnessed (3 minutes from home), in broad daylight, cops chasing a guy chasing a guy pointing a gun at the head of the guy he was chasing. The cops all had their guns out too.

Now the anger begins.

Or maybe it WAS a stone thrown by a tire.

Friday, July 01, 2005

picture addendum

Of the near 50 pics that wouldn't post on the link (see URL in previous blog), many were particular favourites of mine -- most taken as I walked about. So, here are four of those favorites, just because.

Steve





PRIDE PICS

Well it was a technical dummy's nightmare getting this to work -- and in the end Mark did it. FORTY-some photos (most of my favourites, actually!!!!!) wouldn't load and that might have been the problem. Anyway. Go here and see some Pride pics.

And yes, I know this should be a hyperlink but that feature hasn't shown up in my blogger control panel for a LONG time!

www.stevenheipel.com/pride/