Porter Sculpture Park

Once you're on Interstate 90, head west through the Great Plains section of South Dakota until you see the head of a giant bull rising from the prairie.  Get off the highway at the exit and follow the signs down a dirt road, past a herd of real cows, and you'll be at Porter Sculpture Park.  Pay the small admission fee and have a look at a strange collection of welded work by South Dakota native Wayne Porter.

The centerpiece is this enormous bull head, guarded by sheep-skulled skeleton soldiers, and tended by faceless monks, all welded from scrap steel:

There is a small amount of political commentary, with the occasional misspelling:

And everyday animals, fantastical animals, and mundane objects writ large:

What do these sculptures mean?  The answers are as elusive as the wind that howls through their empty eye sockets.

National Music Museum, Vermillion, SD

In July of this year my son and I took a classic American car trip to the west, specifically to South Dakota and Wyoming to see sights such as the Badlands and the Black Hills.  Most of the well-known attractions in South Dakota are in the western half of the state, so the first thing I wanted to do was find a stopping point that we could reach with one day of driving.

The National Music Museum in Vermillion, SD, in the southeast corner of the state, fit that requirement perfectly.  I learned about it when we attended the guitar exhibit at the Eiteljorg Museum in Indianapolis because the the National Music Museum loaned many of the guitars for that exhibit.

It's housed in Vermillion's old Carnegie Library:

They have a huge collection of instruments but as rock fans we were most attracted to the guitars.  Here's a Martin that belonged to Elvis.  According to the card in the display, he broke the connection point for the strap, and also a string, and tossed it to somebody in the audience.

Here's a Gibson Explorer owned by John Entwistle of The Who:

The collection goes on and on, with instruments made by Martin and Gibson (the actual guys, not just the companies!)

In the lobby is a gigantic Asian drum used for signaling, similar to firing a cannon:

This stop was different from everything else we saw in South Dakota–way more indoorsy!

As I Was Saying...

Sorry, I got a little sidetracked for five years or so. If you've been hitting refresh on your browser all that time, you have my apologies.

Arthropod of the Moment

Although it looks like something H. R. Giger thought up, this little beast is merely the product of millions of years of evolution, just like the rest of us.  It's known as a wheel bug, Arilus cristatus.  It's a member of a group known as assassin bugs because of their predatory skill.  By the way, that's not my hand that he's on.  I have people who do that for me--I just shoot the pictures.

The original Assassins were a violent Persian sect which started around the year 1040.  As with Thugs and Goths, they lent their name to other people in modern times.  Jocks and nerds are of more modern origin, but the Band Weenies were originally a well-known tribe in medieval Europe.

The Jokes Practically Write Themselves

My favorite inexpensive Asian restaurant features the unusually-named condiment pictured below:

Feel free to make up your own slogans.  (The picture's blurry because I shot it surreptitiously with my phone while I was having lunch.)  It's a good reminder that, if you're thinking of expanding your business into international markets, you may not want to go with the low bidder where translation work is concerned.

This brings up another point about the fallibility of memory.  This sauce seems to be available only intermittently.  One time I went to the restaurant and there was Cock Brand Special Fish Sauce on the counter.  Then I went back several times and it wasn't there.  For a while, I absolutely did not know if I had really seen it, or if I had dreamed or imagined it. Finally I snapped a picture, just to be sure.

As is often mentioned in places like the Brain Science Podcast, memory isn't an infallible tape recorder.  It's more like a story that gets repeated again and again, and changes a little each time.  It's entirely possible to delude yourself into thinking you saw something you didn't see.  Or, as in my case, to try so hard not to let that happen that you question what you did see.

Arthropod of the Moment

My references say this is an example of Apheloria virginiensis, which would make sense since I found him in West Virginia last month.  I coaxed him onto my sleeping bag pad for a little better contrast.  I wasn't a bit afraid of him, as long as I had a camera between me and him.

If you don't know, he's a millipede, not a centipede or a caterpillar.

Treatment or Talisman?

This is about a month late, but a recent blurb in the New York Times piqued my interest in the Olympics and Kinesio Taping.

During the women's beach volleyball I strained my ears for a clue from the announcers about what that big black thing on Kerri Walsh's shoulder was. I heard something about it being a bandage, so I shrugged and went back to wondering why this sport and no other had go-go dancers on the sidelines between games.

But then a few days ago a short piece in the style section of the Times revealed that it's a very special wrap that Walsh and other athletes were using.  And then yesterday I saw somebody in a restaurant with one of these wraps on her wrist.  It's a national craze!  So I started looking at the claims made on the maker's website:

Kinesio Taping® alleviates pain and facilitates lymphatic drainage by microscopically lifting the skin. The taped portion forms convolutions in the skin, thus increasing interstitial space. The result is that pressure and irritation are taken off the neural and sensory receptors, alleviating pain. Pressure is gradually taken off the lymphatic system, allowing it to channel more freely.

So, uh, this tape wrinkles your skin which helps your body do...something.

After a while I got lost in the complex terminology:

You can apply the tape with little to no stretch, which is described as UNSTRETCHED, or you can apply the tape while it is stretched, which is known as STRETCHED.

Hard to argue with that logic.

It looks like a couple of small studies have been done, and they show that Kinesio may be more effective than ordinary tape at relieving pain.  But since you're relying on people to tell you how much pain they're in, it's really hard to measure the effectiveness of a treatment like this.  And you have to make sure that your test is really blind, so that the subjects don't know if they're receiving the real treatment or the placebo.  A rigorous, carefully controlled study could prove me wrong in the future, but this thing sounds like a bunch of nonsense to me.

If you prefer to see the opinion of an actual doctor on this, have a look at the Pathophilia Blog here.

If this does turn out to be nothing more than superstition, of course, it will have to take its place alongside many other unfounded beliefs held by even highly skilled athletes.  There's little or no solid evidence that acupuncture is of any use, but the Olympic coverage mentioned that plenty of the participants are into that.  And of course there have been players with lucky socks, lucky meals, and on and on.  At that level of competition, where milliseconds can separate winners from participants, it's not surprising that people will try just about anything.

I have to hand it to these folks from a marketing standpoint, though.  If you have a product to sell, whenever possible plaster it on the tallest, blondest, least-clothed, gold-medal-winningest athlete you can find!