Fall Forward

Been trying to get back to normal life the last few weeks, and settling into some kind of fall routine.  There’s been alot of random tasks piling up.  Did a bunch of yardwork the last few weekends.  Almost at the end of the late summer cycle, nothing to do after but wait for the leaves to start falling.  Also been doing work on our various cars. Michelle and I patched the bumper on the camry before she went back to school.

One piece of good news of good news is that I got the Mustang fixed.  Way back in July one day I took it out of the garage to take it for a spin, only to discover the brake pedal felt soft.  I did a little research and determined it was probably nothing I could fix myself.  Being an old car, I didn’t want to take any chances.  However I didn’t have to time to actually take into the shop until September, and then it took them a couple days because my mechanic needed to order a new master cylinder.  So I finally got the car back and took it for a spin last weekend.  Good as new, woo-hoo!

I’ve also been getting back to biking and working out.  For a while my energy felt very depleted, and it was hard to concentrate.  Working out was one thing I could do that was good for my focus, but I had to drop down to like 70% of my regular weight.  Over the last few weeks I’ve been building back up, and now I’m basically I’m at the point where I was before, and building up to surpass my previous plateau this fall.

Meanwhile, back in July I had built up to biking over fifty miles a week.  The first Sunday in August I decided to go for a little further than usual.  On the ride, I passed a woman who then asked if I’d mind if she rode behind me to catch my slipstream.  She looked all cute and sporty in one of those one-piece spandex biking outfits, and in any event why would I object?  After a few miles she had caught her breath and pulled up next to me, and we got to talking, mostly about biking and going further and faster.  She said she was going 30 miles that day, and told me “never plateau”.  When I was done my ride I saw that I’d gone twenty-two and a half miles in a little over ninety minutes.  I was really looking forward to telling Martin, but never got the chance.  In August I scaled back, averaging closer to 30 miles, going out only three or four times a week.  Now I’m ramping back up again.  September is the perfect time for biking.  The weather is not so hot, and you’ve been training all season.  This last weekend I went 22.5 miles again, beating my previous time by about three minutes, closing in on the ninety-minute mark.  Next weekend I’m gonna go for 25 miles, and hopefully do a 30 mile ride before the end of the season.  I’d like to keep on biking into November if possible.

I’ve also returned to working on The Global Jukebox and getting that back on track.  I’ve recruited my friend Nick to work with me as a second engineer.  Nick and Martin and I worked together to create an online version of the game Iron Dragon back in the year 2000.  For now the main tasks is to get him ramped up.  Also, Martin left behind some unfinished work in the form of an experimental branch that he never committed.  I’ve pulled it of his old computer but I have yet to merge it.

In my day job I had been finding it hard to focus too, but that’s steadily improving.  If I can find a task where I can follow a prefab pattern or script rather than have to do deep, open-ending thinking, that suits me better these days.  Fortunately, on one of my project I get to just that: building some new web pages and updating other based on mocks from our designers.  Ginny said that building web sites is my happy place, and that’s not so far from the truth.  In my other project it’s all herding cats, pulling together multiple engineering and management teams from multiple companies for integration testing.  I think I finally found the root cause of a strange, intermittent bug that’s been bedeviling us and blocking our progress, and designed a workaround.  Hopefully I’ll have it implemented this week and progress can resume.

There’s lots going in in music these days too.  For one thing Jeannie and I saw Earth Wind and Fire and Chicago, two of the greatest horn-section bands of all time, at some amphitheater in New Jersey Saturday night.  We attempted to go see this show the first Saturday in August, but it go rained out.  This time the weather was good, but the traffic, limited ways into the venue, and chaotic overcrowded lawn seating arrangements made for a less than promising start. 

I’ve always been a big fan of both bands, but particularly Chicago, with their prog-jazz influenced stuff from the Terry Kath days in the 70’s.  They played plenty of that, including some great deep cuts, and were quite good.  But I guess I’d mentally blocked out their cheesy power ballad phase from the 80’s.  They played a good number of those too, including not one but two about You being the/my inspiration. 

Alot of people seemed to have left after Earth Wind and Fire, so it was easy to move closer for a better view.  At then end, both bands played together, which was pretty epic.  A six-piece horn section, plus two or three of everything else: drums, percussion, bass, guitars, keyboards and singers.  You’d think it might be a giant mess, but they were really tight.  They closed the show with an extended jam of 25 or 6 to 4 (presumably in answer to the question Does Anybody Really Know What Time it Is?)  It seemed we were among the younger people at the show, which was great because by time we got back to car at the end of the night, the parking lot was mostly empty, and it was a breeze getting out of there.

Lots more going on in the music work including a new guitar, a tribute concert, and a new Buzzy Tonic record about to drop.  More on that in a future post.

Summer’s End

Jeannie and I ended the summer on a bit of a high note, with our traditional trip to Ocean City, Maryland.  This was a quick one, just two nights, but the weather was beautiful and we got in some good lunches and dinners, a sunset cruise, swimming in the ocean and walking down the boardwalk.  The highlight was spending an afternoon biking around Assateague Island.  This time we parked at the visitor center and took our bikes over the bridge onto the island.  This added a few miles to the ride, which is a good thing, plus some nice views on top of the bridge.  The whole area is incredibly flat; we might’ve been on the highest point in the Delmarva peninsula.  An added bonus is we got to skip to long line of cars waiting to get into the parking lot.

The Shade Songbook

I’ve been taking some solace in listening to Martin’s music.  Martin left behind six or eight albums worth of songs in various stages of completion.  In fact, we were were starting to work on album together, with me producing some of his newer original songs, and he’d been sending me material.

A couple of weeks ago I found on my hard drive a set of eighteen songs he wrote way back in the 80’s when he was first learning guitar.  He recorded them on a little 4-track cassette recorder in the early 90’s with Kim playing drums and him doing everything else. I’d totally forgotten about alot of those songs. Now I’m learning them on guitar. I even bought a new guitar because I never had a good rock’n’roll electric guitar before.

https://zingman.com/music/victoryhearts/shadesongbook.html

Martin – Words

I lost my brother and lifelong best friend a week ago.  There’s so much to process that I’m still not able to put my feelings into words very much.  So I’ll share something Jeannie wrote.

I met Martin for the first time the same night I met John in late August 1987. It was my first night at UB and I met John at a dorm party. John took me around to meet some friends of his and I remember poking our heads into Martin and Dwayne’s room. They greeted us sitting at their computers which were set up side by side.

Dating John meant getting to know Martin. We drove to Toronto together with some friends to see Pink Floyd in the first few weeks I knew them. Martin was a fellow engineering freshman and our circles of friends crossed quite frequently and he became a friend of mine right from the start. I’ll never forget the first time I went to supper at the Szinger home on Curtis Parkway. I don’t remember exactly what type of stew John & Martin’s mum made but Martin nudged me and whispered something like, “You know we’re having squirrel tonight.”

Sometimes I would sit with him and Dwayne at dinner. I dubbed the experience “The Martin and Dwayne Diet” since they would find something gross and unappetizing about anything I put in my mouth. That was Martin with his endearingly odd sense of humor.

Martin greeted me with a big hug when I visited John during the summer after my first year at UB after I was away from Buffalo for over a month. It helped make me feel accepted into the family I would eventually become a part of.

As time went on Martin became a person who you knew could be relied upon. Years later, when my car broke down and I needed to move my brother out of the dorms at UB before Christmas, he helped me move all Denis’s stuff back to my apartment. There are stores about him stepping in

and helping people in his circle with things like re-writing resumes and helping with job searches. He wanted to make the world better for the people around him.

When things were dark for him two decades ago, it was tough. We sat with him and listened, and talked about where he was going. He didn’t sit long at the bottom of despair, and found ways to keep moving, finding something to reach for. He decided to run the Pikes Peak marathon. That gave him a goal to work through, a very important thing for him. I remember he called our house after he completed the Buffalo marathon that summer. John was out somewhere and I took the call and heard all about his experience. At that time he also doubled down his determination to work in the gaming industry and he sought solace in music by recording an album with John. They built matching home recording studios so they could work together remotely. He also found some local musicians and joined a band.

It was through that band that he met Kathleen.

It’s from here that many of you know how the story goes. We were happy he found someone who shared so many interests. We knew that when he decided he wanted a life with Kathleen he would bring the same dedication to her that he brought to everything he did. They started a family. They built a house. They had chickens, bees and cows. He was a wonderful father and uncle. His 4 children all hold his spirit each in their own unique way.

Martin was as brilliant, passionate, creative and as motivated a person as I have ever met. He did nothing halfway. John has been a major collaborator with him the whole time I have known him, especially these past 20 years as their music has filled our home.

For the last few years he collaborated with John on the “Global Jukebox” project. It was suited to both of them as it combined their programming skills with their love of music. John says that one of the greatest pleasures of this professional life was having the opportunity to work with Martin. I was a fly on the wall for many zoom calls that were a combination of fun brotherly comradery and deep technical knowledge.

Last time I saw Martin he came to our house for a barbecue with a few friends. A good time was had by all. John and Martin spent the next day biking and playing music together. As he left, he gave me a hug. The same hug from that summer long ago and same one I got countless times over 37 years.

I will miss you forever Martin.

Martin Szinger

Martin Szinger (54), of Westerlo, NY, passed away on Sunday, August 4, 2024 of a sudden and unexpected heart attack.

Martin attended Kenmore East High School where his passion for gaming began. He went on to attend the University at Buffalo, NY, where he received a Master’s Degree in Electrical Engineering. Martin worked as a software engineer by profession and loved his work in the video game industry.

He was also an accomplished musician and songwriter who played the guitar and saxophone, most as recently a proud member of the East Berne Band.

So many of the connections he made were through the things he loved most; hiking, camping, beekeeping, building, traveling, and, most of all, being a dad. Martin had a special relationship with his children and his world revolved around them.

His loving spirit is carried on by his wife Kathleen; his children Charles, Matthew, Abigail and Eleanor; parents Frank and Eva Szinger; brothers James (Una) Szinger and John (Jeannie) Szinger.

Zero to Sixty in Three Days

Adventure July continues.  Jeannie and I just got back from a long weekend up in Buffalo, with a side trip to Canada.  We drove up Thursday night after work.  Listened to Sheryl Crow’s The Globe Sessions in the car, and early U2.  Friday we had lunch with Larry and Jackie at a place called the New York Beer Project.  Lovely stone and glass architecture, good food and brews.  I learned there’s such a thing as an International Bitterness Unit.  Wonder if applies to coffee, or people, or just beer.

Friday night we went to the wedding of friend Scott and his new bride Sue.  She grew up on Tonawanda and went to my high school, and the church as right near where I grew up, although I’d never been in it before.  The reception was at the old Wurlitzer factory in North Tonawanda, which was unused for many years, but now has a banquet party space in the tower.  The whole thing was very nice.  There were a few friends there with whom I’ve kept in touch with over the years, and a larger circle of people whom I haven’t seen since college and didn’t immediately recognize.  A fun night of catching up.  Congratulations Sue and Scott!

The next day we took it easy.  I went for a walk around the lake with my Dad.  Later in the day I went for a skate around the neighborhood on my rollerblades.  I haven’t done any skating this summer, mainly since I’ve been doing a ton of biking, but my parents’ town is much flatter then mine so it was a good opportunity.  I have an app now to do metrics, so I can say I did two laps of the neighborhood in 35 minutes, just under 5 miles.  That’s about twice as fast as walking and half as fast as biking.  Saturday night we went out to dinner with Lizzy and Josh, at a place on the Lake Erie with a view of the sunset.  Fancy drinks, yummy seafood. The west coast of New York State.

Sunday we went with my parents up to Hagersville, Ontario, hometown of famous drummer Neil Peart of the rock band Rush, for the sixtieth wedding anniversary celebration for my Uncle Gabor and Aunt Mary, a backyard barbecue party.  More good food and wine.  Lots of family on my Mum’s side.  My Uncle Ron and Aunt Emoke, and cousin Barb and her husband Al, such wonderful people I don’t get to see often enough.  Their son Curtis just graduated from university this spring with a degree in biomedical engineering and is working as a field tech way up Sudbury.  His girlfriend is studying computer graphics and animation.  Curtis has my origami book and has folded most of the models.  All my Mum’s cousins were there too. I haven’t seen most of them in many years, since my kids were little.  Many are former tobacco farmers living all over central Ontario, and most of the rest are involved in professional motorcycle racing.  Good to catch up and know that they’re all doing well.

Monday Jeannie and got on the road early, and on the way home stopped at Letchworth Park.  It’s among the most scenic places in New York State, known as the Grand Canyon of the East because of it’s three famous waterfalls on the Genesee River.  Again I hadn’t been there for many years but had visited many times when I was younger, so it was good to check it out and do some hiking.  We stopped for lunch at a place called Big Dipper Barbecue off Route 17.  It’s become one of our favorites.  After so much traveling we have a few weeks off to unwind and get some things done at home before it’s time for the next adventure.

Origami USA Convention 2024

This year the OUSA annual convention was about a month later than usual.  You’d think that would give me more time to prepare, but no, I was busy doing other things.  I had a whole list in my mind of new models I wanted to fold, but after an explosive year or exploration last year, there was a bit of regression to the mean.  I did fold a handful of new versions of existing designs, some of which I never quite perfected, and are now revised and refined.  These include my Spacecat, Platypus, Heavy Rocket, and my Semi-Sunken Icosahedron, (which could probably use a more evocative if less technically accurate name; it looks something like a soccer ball composed of eighty triangles).  Most of these I folded from a new kind of handmade tissue foil which I bought at last year’s convention.  It’s very attractive, well made, and comes in a great variety of colors including bright, dark and earth tones.  Some have a bit of sparkle or texture.  Very good for models that require sculpting that you don’t want to wetfold. 

I arrived Friday evening with Jeannie and Michelle.  The convention was at the Sheraton in midtown Manhattan again this year, right at the north end of Times Square. The first thing was to check in and set up my exhibit, which also included a bunch of classic models.  I have a pretty deep bench so I rounded it out with whatever fit my mood.  After dinner we met a bunch of origami friends including John Montroll and Brian Webb, who hasn’t been to a New York convention in quite a few years, so it was great to see him.  It seems everyone had a story about where they spent the eclipse.  John is up to his tenth Origami Symphony Book, the conceit being each is divided into four “movements” which explore a related set of models or subjects in some depth.  So he had lots of fun diagrams to share.

Saturday was the first day of classes.  I didn’t do any classes in the morning, but at lunchtime Jeannie, Michelle and I went shopping to the gundam anime store, Kinokuniya, and Midtown Comics.  I was there mostly to look around, but I was inspired to buy a Mecchagodzilla action figure.  We had lunch at Kati Roll, which I hadn’t been to in a long time.  In the afternoon I taught my Spacecat.  The class was full and it went over well.  It’s a pretty complex model, but everyone finished and had time to do the sculpting.  After that I folded a couple different cat models from other creators.  When classes were done it was time for the annual meeting.  I took on a new function this year as the election proxy.  It was my job to count the votes for election for the officers and board members of the organization and announce them at the meeting.

At dinner time we went to a local bar called Names and Faces.  Back when the convention was at the Fashion Institute, we often used to go a neighborhood bar Mustang Sally’s at the end of the night.  It grew into a real scene over the years.  Brian and Paul Frasco were trying to bring this idea back and found a good place near the hotel.  It was a pretty good crowd, but since it was only dinner time everyone went back to the convention.  A few returned to the bar for late-night folding.

Sunday I took Brian Chan’s lecture on origami photography.  I found this very helpful, especially the focus on lighting.  At lunchtime I ran the annual Paper Airplane contest.  This was my second year at it.  It’s mostly kids but they really get into it.  There’s three categories: distance, accuracy and time aloft.  The prizes are gift certificates for the store where you can buy origami books and paper and tools and trinkets.  There was some kind of street fair going on outside the hotel, so for lunch I got some kind of rice bowl and zeppoli. 

After lunch I taught my Semi-Sunken Icosahedron.  This is a very advanced model, but I’ve been practicing and I brought some tools (paperclips and chopsticks) for the class to use to help hold the model together and poke inside while midway thru folding it.  Unfortunately a few of the students didn’t listen to directions and messed up precreasing the grid.  But most went on the more challenging 3-D part.  Afterwards a couple of the students came up to me and said they really liked the model and plan to fold it for the giant folding competition that evening.  I said it almost certainly wouldn’t work but collapse under its own weight.

That evening we went out to dinner with John Montroll and Pei, a convention special guest from China.  Pei does beautiful work that is sculptural, sometimes very complex, and super expressive.  He has a great eye for form.  His signature piece is a deer with antlers like a tree full of many, many tiny flowers, folded from a single square.  John has travelled extensively in Asia and was quite happy serving as a guide, making Pei feel at ease, asking about things China and telling him things about America. 

After dinner was the giant folding contest and shaw’nuff there was a team folding my model from the afternoon, a giant pink soccer ball about a yard across, made up of triangles, folded from a single ten-foot square of paper.  Paper that big tends to resemble cloth when you work with it, all floppy.  But I underestimated the strength and rigidity of the form.  The triangles scaled up from about an inch on a side to a foot, but that was still small enough for the paper to hold its shape on the network of creases.  Very impressive; indeed they won a prize.

Monday was a bit quieter since a good fraction of the people didn’t stay for the last day.  I took a class of Pei’s, a Hippocampus with an unusual and creative way of making the tail.  In the afternoon I took a class on pentagonal flowers, followed by Boice Wong doing one of his box-pleated human figures.  I ended it up doing a class on towel folding, which introduced a couple moves outside the regular origami vocabulary such as rolling and twisting.  The perfect way to cap a weekend of crazy complex stuff.

There’s always a banquet Monday night.  The last couple years the venue has been pretty dismal, but this year it was at Carmine’s, a big Italian restaurant, the kind place that has pictures of guys like Dean Martin on the walls.  It’s right off Times Square, in fact where Ollie’s used to be, right across the street from where I used to work.  We had a whole room upstairs to ourselves, with a bar even.  Perfect.  The food was great: lasagna and chicken and eggplant parmesan, and salads and appetizers and pistachio cannolis for desert.  Brian and I had a couple cocktails too.  It was a family style situation, so in the end they said anyone who was local could take home a tray of food.  Jeannie grabbed some eggplant and pasta and a tray of cannolis.  Yum. 

Then it was time to say goodbye.  Bam! came and went until the next convention.

Announcing the Release of the Spacecats Debut Album – Los Gatos del Cosmos

The debut album for my jazz group Spacecats is complete.  Spacecats is a funky jazz quartet featuring John Szinger on sax, Josh Deutchman on piano/synth, Ken Mathews on bass and Rick Arecco on drums. The group grooves across a spectrum of styles from cool hard bop to the high energy fusion, modern jazz, and rock and jam music of the present day. We are excited to announce the release of our debut album, Los Gatos del Cosmos.

The album is available on major digital streaming services:

Spotify:
https://open.spotify.com/album/71lUrJKbrW1tMu3k6ti4mE

Apple Music:
https://music.apple.com/us/album/los-gatos-del-cosmos/1756181613

Amazon:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0D934S1SW

For more info, check out the band’s web page at:
https://spacecatsjazz.com

Hot Time Summer in the City

Just some quick updates here, major news in the next post. The hot weather continues. In the 90’s pretty much every day since the second half of June.

We went to Medieval Times last Friday with Denis and his family. Lots of fun. I haven’t been in about ten years. Last time Michelle was in middle school. How she’s old enough to drink. I tried to get everyone in our group to bet on who would win. The black and white knight looked he was a singer in a Van Halen tribute band, and so I picked him. And as luck (or however they determine the outcome) would have it, he won the day.

Been doing more biking, mainly in the mornings and evenings. This weekend we went to Jones Beach. I biked 18 miles along the trail there, all the way up to Cedar Beach and back. Jeannie did 13 miles, out to Gilgo Beach and back.

The Mustang needs work on its brakes. Last time I drove it they felt soft, like you had to press almost all the way to the floor. I looked at the owners manual, and there’s a few things it could be, but probably nothing I want to try and service myself. Unfortunately, it’s been so hot I haven’t really had a chance to check it out further in the daytime, but I’d like to get it taken care of before it gets worse. Ah well.

And lastly, the OUSA convention coming up next weekend. Been working on the model I’m gonna teach, hoping to have the time to get around to some others. Crunch time!