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Hard to believe my high school senior recital was 29 years ago this week. So long ago that I still had a third eye ("i"). John Redmer on bass, a very talented young man, now gone but not forgotten. And I wonder what Eric, Tibor and Norm are up to these days? Maybe we should do a reunion tour. I remember our faculty advisor said we were too young—hadn't experienced enough of life's ups and downs—to play "A Remark You Made" with the requisite feeling.

Are we old enough now, Mr. Lindenau?


Arizona Daily Star
October 25, 2012
Jazz Noir Inspired By Crime Shows
By Chuck Graham

Known for his warm tone, soaring lyricism and masterful technique, flugelhorn artist Dmitri Matheny will go searching for poignant moments of jazz noir...more

Explorer News
October 25, 2012
Dmitri Matheny at Tohono Chul Park

Inspired by espionage and underworld movie music, Dmitri Matheny’s “Crime Scenes”...more

Tucson Weekly
October 24, 2012
Sax Under A Streetlight: Crime Scenes | Jazz Noir With Dmitri Matheny
By Mariana Dale

As a teenager living in Tucson in the late 1970s, it was hard to nurture dreams...more


I've been following the story of Dutch engineer Jarmo Smeets, who claims to have cracked the code on how to fly like a bird.

Inventors since Leonardo have been trying to do this. We've been able to create wings for gliding at high altitude, but the engineering challenge has been that if you make the wings large enough to support the weight of a person, no human being is strong enough—or can flap his arms fast enough—to achieve lift-off.

Smeets says that his breakthrough is using the motion detector from a Nintendo Wii to power small rotors, so that only short, brisk movements of his arms are necessary to power the flapping of the wings. With a running start, he says, he and his wings can take flight.

His YouTube videos are impressive.

The science community, however, is skeptical about the videos. Apparently Smeets' alleged credentials don't check out, either.

Too bad.

As someone who has dreamed of flying nearly every night since childhood, I want so badly to believe that this is possible!


THE ROWING SONG by Roald Dahl 

There's no earthly way of knowing
Which direction we are going!
There's no knowing where we're rowing,
Or which way they river's flowing!
Is it raining? Is it snowing?
Is a hurricane a-blowing?
Bah! Not a speck of light is showing,
So the danger must be growing,
Are the fires of hell a-blowing?
Is the grizzly reaper mowing?
Yes! The danger must be growing,
For the rowers keep on rowing,
And they're certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing...