Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Clear, Warm, Beautiful


Sitting in the garden under the oaks
We had a good weekend, except for the fact that the Bay Area is swamped with people, and it took us nearly half an hour crawling along the freeway to get on the Richmond-San Rafael Bridge on Sunday.  I heard that the drive from Santa Cruz to San Jose, over the mountains, took an hour and a half on Memorial Day (usually 30 minutes).

But!   Mr. Adorable came for a visit.  I was prepared with a chocolate-frosted-doughnut-with-sprinkles, as specified. 
Then we went for a walk around the 'hood.

First, a stop to feed the chickens (25 cents a handful for whatever it is they eat, proceeds to charity):


A rush to the feeding funnel


Rope swing down the block.  Note the Warriors hat.




 A hike up to Indian Rock:

Clambering to the top (why use the steps?)



Summiting.  Albany Hill in the background, faint outline of Mt. Tamalpais in the far distance

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On the domestic front:  This is what happens when the basket of paper recycling loses a handle as you're walking down the back stairs:




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Below is a Memorial Day photo of my favorite park.  No driving, no parking, no crowds,  a table always available, and cleanish bathrooms: 

The Randal-Powell Oasis

To the next 10,000 people contemplating a move to San Francisco (that's how many are moving here annually):  Please stay home.  We are filled up here in the Bay Area, maxed and gridlocked.   Rents are high, house prices are astronomical, and tempers are frayed.

But a very nice weekend can still be had, if I'm honest about it.

Sincerely,
The Curmudgeonette

Friday, May 20, 2016

Medical Bills--Is There A Planet They Go To That We Don't Know About?


We've gotten a blizzard of paper about the colonoscopy/endoscopy I had last month, and it's a complete mystery to me how it's worked out.  I can see why Bernie Sanders's hair looks the way it does.  Medical billing in this country is extra-terrestrial.

Here's how it shakes down:

Bills from doctors, anesthesiologist, lab, surgical center:  $9961.  Let's call it $10,000.

Blue Shield paid (we don't have Medicare): $2,992.  Let's call it $3,000.

We paid: $742.

That leaves  more than $6,000 unaccounted for, billed to Blue Shield, which brushed it off!  The providers aren't fighting this, so why did they bill so much in the first place?

No matter who wins the election--a Democrat, God willing--I hope we can sign up for Medicare.  The University of California let us opt out in 1975 when Social Security looked dicey.  Big mistake (?).

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A couple of quilt books I'm enjoying:





Being a general boy-cotter of quilt classes, I'm learning new techniques and getting some new ideas.

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Have a good week-end, if you read this before it happens...

Monday, May 9, 2016

The New SFMOMA, So Help Me


The plan was to focus on the architecture, not on the art, because I'm still afflicted with shingles (actually, postherpetic neuralgia, one of the complications), and I'm so woozy on pain meds that trying to focus on art as well as on the design of massively expanded San Francisco Museum of Modern Art was out of the question.

So that's what we did, Claudia M. and I.

 She drove us to BART and acted as my keeper/assistant while we roamed around the new version of SFMOMA, which you probably know is now the largest museum of modern/contemporary art in the US, bigger even than New York's Modern.  It's 3-plus acres of gallery space, almost triple the size of the original 1995 Mario Botta building.

The new logo
An aside: Dear  readers, I know I'm a cranky crone, but how big do we need a museum to be? The art critic for the San Francisco Chronicle logged 4.3 miles walking around this behemoth, and it took him five hours.  We put in more than two hours of near-continuous walking and no art-looking on what was one of the Members' Preview Days.

From the front, SFMOMA looks the same, the big eye (oculus) of  Botto's design is still there, as is the brick facade.  Rising behind it is the ten-story addition designed by Snohetta, an international architecture firm inspired by "...the waters and fog of San Francisco Bay."  (Please imagine a diagonal line through the "o" in Snohetta.)


 Viewed from across the street, the new wing rises behind the original 1995 building.


Oliver Wainwright wrote in The Guardian that the new wing looks "more like a giant meringue, a building-sized baked alaska slumped on the skyline [behind] Botta's weighty temple."  I like the exterior of the new wing, for all its slumped Baked Alaska-ness.  Here it is from another angle:


 A postcard view from the side: the slump doesn't wrap around the corners


Inside, the original lobby/atrium is much the same, except that the central staircase has disappeared, replaced by a "dog-leg" staircase which angles up to the new second floor lobby:




The new upstairs lobby, where ticketing now happens, is more or less on the scale of an airport:



...with banks of computers and legions of welcom-ers in orange shirts:






We took refuge on a pleasant sculpture terrace on the third floor, gazing at the remarkable "Living Wall" of plants while we ate smuggled-in sandwiches:

The Living Wall, plus sculpture



Close-up of botanical textures. Most of the plants are California natives.

Back inside, we found a small but fascinating exhibit of drawings and models documenting the evolution of  Snohetta's design for the new wing:





More than 700 panels of fiberglass-reinforced polymer panels are mounted on the facade



After that,  we visited floor after floor, some via elevators (the red ones go to the older wing, the silver ones to the new)...
..and some via stairs:

...and more stairs...

...which are beautifully lit:



We'd emerge in long hallways, with galleries to the right.

A scarcity of benches

The few galleries we walked through were handsome rooms of a good size:

An Oldenburg sculpture and Lichtenstein painting, both donated by Doris and Donald Fisher, who founded the Gap and provided the funds for the new wing to house their formidable collection. 


Untitled, Martin Puryear (wire mesh, tar, Douglas fir)

At this point, at about floor 5, we were tired and in need of caffeine.  In the old days, we'd whip down to the lobby and visit the cafe, where you could get a good cup of coffee and a dessert (or a scrumptious lunch) and in off-hours use a spare chair to put your feet up.

No such  luck. The old cafe is gone and in the process of being remodeled into a restaurant called "In Situ," run by the owner of a Michelin 3-star restaurant, which does not bode well for those of us who want to unwind and eat cheap.


 Gone is the old cafe (right) just off the atrium/lobby

 A new restaurant, In Situ, is under construction in its place.
  
At the moment,  the choices for lunch or a pick-me-up are Sightglass, a coffee bar on the third floor, where you can buy artisanal coffee or teas and perch on stubby backless sofas, or to lean against a counter or table:


The Sightglass coffee bar: not much seating

Or Cafe 5 on the fifth floor, which serves lunches and presumably coffee AND has tables and real chairs.  Alas, the line was just about out the door.  We went back to the Sightglass coffee bar and drank (expensive) coffee while leaning forward on a backless couch. 

After that, we made it to the seventh floor and checked out one of the oddest displays--Jason Farago, another Guardian critic, calls it "a calamity"--a hodgepodge, garage-sale arrangement of art promised to the museum through the Campaign for Art, the museum's attempt to lure new donors.  

"I don't get it," said Claudia, staring at a pair of latrines.

Neither did I, plus I was so tired from trekking that we decided to give up. 

We rode back down to the old lobby/atrium via a red elevator, and after a quick look at the museum store (same as it used to be), we were nearly out the door when a museum employee approached us with two rectangular white boxes.

"Would you ladies like a gift?" she said.

"Sure," we answered. 

Here's what we each got:



And what they're charging $26 for in the museum store:


Go figure.  Most people who were leaving got no gift, but Claudia says it's because "we looked nice."

The Upshot:  If ever a museum called for a Surgical Strike Strategy, this is it.  On future visits, I plan  to go to one or two exhibits; figure out which, if any, restaurant provides the best rest-and-snack spot; sweep through the Museum Store; and GO.  I love the art, and I love the exterior of the new wing and the Living Wall.  But the scale of the new museum is overwhelming and not meant to be swallowed in a single gulp.

The San Francisco Museum of Modern Art is open daily, 10 am-5 pm, Thursdays until 9 pm, starting May 14.  Admission $19-25, free 18 and under.  151 Third Street, SF.  Take BART to the Montgomery Street Station. 



Lights for sale in the museum store

Monday, May 2, 2016

A Quilt Show Jaunt


Thanks, everybody,  for the sympathy and commiseration following my post about shingles.  My friend Marion commented that shingles pain was like being shot in the back, and that's the best description I've heard.    I'm feeling better, and some days I'm able to get out and about--briefly.  Then back to ice packs...  

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I made a quick trip to the Stitch Modern quilt show sponsored by East Bay Modern Quilters at the Piedmont Art Center.






The show is small, but includes a range of quilts--modern, traditional, complex, simple, and heartfelt.  I managed to get photos of most of them, but hastily, because the place was about to close.







Sampler Quilt I, Kristen Takakuwa



Shattered Heartburst, Lacy Asbill



Handcrafted Round Robin, Rita Nguyen, Anna Carloni, Terri Carpenter, Birgit Hottenrott, and Kristen Takakuwa



Stacked Coins - I Ching, Michele Wyman


Alas, I didn't get the name of the quilt or quilter, and I can't make it out in the photo.  Nice quilting.



Black Lives Matter, Elizabeth Jerde




Refractions, Chancy Fessler




Double Wedding Ring Quilt, Tara Faughnan (hand quilted!)




Playing with Color, Patricia Smith



Challenge #1,  Inta Faulk



HiFi, Kathy Grady.  A whole cloth quilt made with hand-dyed fabric



Luna Mountains, Claire Sherman




Bits and Pieces, Stacy Sharman




Beehive,  Dan Rouse




Window: Embers, Darci Read

(detail)




 Convergence, Carol Van Zandt.  Quilted by Terri Carpenter



 Pink X,  Stacy Sharman. A quilt made from "pieced triangles of wool taken from women's career clothing of the 1980s and 90s: a jacket with tremendous shoulder pads, a tailored pink wool dress, a cashmere sweater, to name a few of the items."


And guess who else was there?


Kate Johnson, who taught the pool exercise class I joined in 2002, a wonderful teacher who inspired many couch potatoes to get with an exercise program.   She left in 2010 (or later?  neither of us could remember) to study for a certificate in nutrition.  She's working with people in pools again, though, and quilting!  Thank you, Kate, for introducing me to the only exercise program I've been able to stick with.

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Stitch Modern,  Piedmont Arts Center, 801 Magnolia Ave, Piedmont, through May 8.  The hours are 12 pm-3 pm, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.