All the recent news is so overwhelming, it’s almost all you can talk about. Luckily the Paul Smiths’ Woodsmen have provided some distraction.
Seems they were down at the Capitol doing some ax stuff and got Assemblyman Tedisco involved in some ax throwing. He says he hit the Bullseye. Given the Senate’s recent take on the now-outgoing governor’s budget, this could be a good omen.
Unfortunately, I don’t know what ‘good’ means anymore.
Tags: lumberjack·newyork·paul smiths·politics·taxes
One of the disconnects we enjoy in New York is the perception of NYC versus the rest of the state. We have misconceptions about them and likewise. I sometimes pick-up various city-type publications, like the New Yorker, and reading it makes me wonder if indeed this is the same planet that I live on.
Not too long ago, the Sports Illustrated crew decided to do some local shots for their famed swimsuit issue. A guy I know had the gig of doing ‘authenticity consulting’ with them. Can’t blame these professionals for liking cool locations to bring their models and stuff. I really don’t understand why my kids don’t like going to camp.
A recent fashion show ‘down there’ is looking to capitalize on another misconception about North Country life.
I’m a lumberjack and I’m okay.
That’s what well-dressed dudes will be saying come autumn – judging from the ubermasculine mens’ looks stomping around so far at Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week.
I like the fact that they are using the term ‘ubermasculine’. Sometimes when I look around me, the lines between feminine and masculine get confused – I don’t see many ‘well-dressed’ and they all look like ‘dudes’.
Early men’s shows were all about manly men clothes in earthy colors (New York is going to have a brown-out in September) and chunky textures that would be as home on hunters, anglers and mountain men in the Adirondacks as they will be on fashion-conscious men stalking their prey on Madison Ave. and Wall St.
What the heck is this?
I don’t like the way this trend is going at all. Is this the result of branding the Adirondacks all these years? I’m not even going to upload the pic of the ‘sweater pants’. I defy anyone to ‘stalk’ any prey with this outfit on. Hell, with those boots on, you couldn’t even run away from the real lumberjacks that would like to take this guy ‘logging’. And where does he hide his chainsaw oil?
Here’s my hot tip for city visitors: Try not to go ‘native’ if you don’t know what you’re talking about.
Tags: advertising·branding·lumberjack·new york city
Local environmental groups are pointing to another study which looks at rising temperature trends.
Not surprisingly, three “industries” are being identified as under threat:
- Downhill Skiing
- Paper and Timber
“There was an analysis of the length of the downhill ski season,” explained Leslie Karasin, program manager for the Wildlife Conservation Society‘s Adirondack Program. “What was modeled was skiable days.”
The “green” skiing movement has not proven to be that great of a model and has done little to alter the image of ski resorts as “land-gobbling, energy-sucking enemies” and water-hogging enemies. Let’s face it, downhill skiing is an inherently elitist activity. Not that there is anything wrong with that. Incrementally, I wonder what the cost is to try and squeeze a few more days of skiing in? Don’t forget that most people burn gasoline or jet fuel to get to the skiing area.
I won’t even bother to detail the carbon benefits of snowmobiling and logging.
Prediction: More hand-wringing, more ‘greenwashing’, and soon a request for monetary “relief” and/or funding for more studies.
If you listen to some “experts”, the burnt lumberjack might not have happened if the Adirondack Club and Resort “lawn care and maintenance jobs” were available. You mean those kids could have been mowing a lawn (4am, March) instead of torching the lumberjack?
Tags: crime·lumberjack·tupper lake
I’m not a huge fan of “literature”, but I do appreciate some good spoken word…here’s an excerpt:
I fall asleep in a weathered Adirondack
to awake and there find a leaf
has fallen into my lap.
Yes, on this spinning clod of earth,
once again, decay has found me.
Oh, not that I’ve been
running from decadence mind you.
Not that I’m running towards it either.
I know my place in the scheme of
all things entropy.
So you grab your axe and
proceed to whack at your wood.
A hard job, but
somebody’s got to do it.
Couple of hours later,
it’s finally down and
with a mighty shout of “Timber!”
it’s safe to be seen in public again.
via Sub Ontic
Note: Not as good as a “Melious”, but entertaining nonetheless.