I had this essay published in Motorcycle Classics magazine, click here to read.
Published in Motorcycle Classics: “Reconciling the imagined and actual Gold Wings of glittering memory”
Author: edmakowski
New poem accepted to Great Lakes Review
Now that I’ve moved away from journalism, professionally, I’ve started once again sending out poems for possible publishing. This will be out in 2024 and I’m pleased to have work in GLR.
Exciting Employment News!
Last Monday I started working as the Stewardship Program Manager for Wisconsin Foundation and Alumni Association, a position writing on behalf of Wisconsin Medicine.
This means I’ll be writing, editing and storytelling with WFAA, which is a nonprofit companion to the University of Wisconsin-Madison, on behalf of the important research and patient care that takes place throughout Wisconsin Medicine.
Just as not everyone is a doctor – not everyone is a natural storyteller – and I’ll help interpret the narratives behind the scientific data and groundbreaking discoveries at UW-Madison.
My charge is to celebrate and communicate vital research and patient care taking place throughout hospitals, laboratories, and research facilities.
This newly created position is an exciting challenge and one that my previous roles have prepared me to venture toward. Thank you to everyone who I’ve worked alongside, collaborated with, and had the good fortune to learn from up to this point!
I look forward to honoring the trust placed in me to communicate the experiences of doctors, researchers, and patients on behalf of Wisconsin Medicine.
Enjoying the ride with CBS 58 Hometowns
I’ve worked in news since the beginning of the year with WDJT CBS 58 and one of the questions I’m often asked is, “What does a producer do?”
A Producer is one of the most flexible titles in news or media; a person can be in the act of producing, or creating, just about anything.
As a Field Producer for the #58Hometowns series I’ve worked behind the scenes planning and scheduling our twice-weekly deep dives into communities in our viewing area. Then, day-of, I join the crew in the field to promote our newscasts throughout the day by taking photographs and videos to post on #socialmedia.
We select neighborhoods or towns in our viewing area at random. Depending on the day and location I might have between 8 hours and 4 days to research, make connections, schedule out an entire day of locations, interviews, bivouac editing space, as well as contingency plans. It’s a maelstrom of planning and foreseeing potential challenges to our shooting schedule.
In Slinger, this past Tuesday morning, our crew explored Slinger Super Speedway, Kettle Moraine Playhouse and Little Switzerland Ski Hill. Scheduling is a jazz ensemble unique to each location; this week featuring race cars (can you arrange a race car and driver onsite, can we mount a camera on or in the car, can Nicole Koglin rev the engine, are there time restrictions on conditional use of race cars due to sound…?) – an example of a few of the logistics to consider at just one location.
I’ve appreciated the opportunity to work alongside and learn from Nicole Koglin, Jerry Imig, and Aaron Frye throughout the 58 Hometowns series and I particularly enjoyed this slice of Slinger. Thank you to the WDJT CBS 58 crew for the opportunity and to the communities that welcome us to immerse within and celebrate their stories!
First time using an Ultrasonic Cleaner – new Semi-disciplined Multidisciplinarian Video
I picked an ultrasonic cleaner…here’s a video of my first time using the apparatus to clean parts.
A spooky afternoon mist across Milwaukee
Stopped and took a few photographs while riding home when I noticed the mistiness to the west. As seen from the 6th St. Viaduct, intended to complement the Milwaukee Art Museum; both designed by Santiago Calatrava. If ever I’m in a goth band this could be our first album cover. Picture taken with my phone as it was the camera in-hand.
Exciting News!
I’m thrilled to share the news that in February 2022, I started working at CBS 58 as an Assignment Desk/Web Editor. This means I’m behind the scenes researching and writing stories that will post online and/or will air during news broadcasts.
As you might imagine, after earning my journalism degree at University of Wisconsin Milwaukee, my plan has been to transition into news. I’m pleased to report that moment has arrived. I appreciate this opportunity to work alongside, collaborate with and learn from everyone at CBS 58!
Advertising Gallows Humor for Halloween…?
Not Our Father’s Sons: A Meditation On Activity in Adulthood
Growing up, I had an excellent time playing in the forests of Brown Deer Park, and after softball games playing volleyball and horseshoes at Rollie & Carolines. This was Wisconsin, after all, the land of “Sure, let’s play athletics – but first figure out the beer.” My dad’s softball team was a part of a bar league and afterward we adjourned to the bar and the adults did more weeknight drinking and us kids played and played. We even had a set of Jarts I recall enjoying as a kid.
I never questioned that my dad played softball with his friends – it just was. He had the gang of guys who’d gone to high school together that comprised the team. They’d settled ino their various suburban homes and gathered throughout summer to play at baseball with a beer mug in-hand, manual pump keg between the bleachers. It was the arbitrarily selected home team’s turn to bring the barrel.
In my 41st year I think about this now, my father and his friends’ understanding of leisure activities and my own exploits. Yesterday morning, I got up at 5am to go mountain biking before work. When I was a kid, mountain biking was some lofty activity held sacred by those Western mountain states. For me it offers a daily sense of adventure. I’m not opposed to softball, but it’s a whole lot of waiting around (and I loved baseball passionately up until the second season of the 94-95 strike). I can ride a bike pretty much anytime, whereas baseball requires a team.
I reference father’s sons because I happen to be a son. My mother never seemed to have a particularly athletic drive. She often references her clumsiness, though she’s always been tough. In elementary school a kid was once picking on her older brother. She got in the kid’s face, who announced he’d, “Never hit a girl with glasses.” My astigmatism-eyed mother removed her spectacles, replied, “What about now?” and knocked the wind out of the kid with a gut shot. At 67 today, mixed martial arts came along too late for my mother.
Part of what makes my friends different from our fathers, I think, is that we regularly, throughout every season, with intention, spend time being active. Whether it’s road bikes or canoe camping in summertime, cross country skiing in winter, hiking or indoor climbing when the weather is uglier than for either of the former – we move around on a regular basis.
An important detail is that we check in on one another’s activities. If anyone isn’t able to join for what seems like a protracted amount of time – we reach out to check if they’re ok. Often, we’re all just busy with work and family life. But even then, we still reach out and ask how things are going and if there’s anything we can do to help. Often, that little tap is enough of a reminder that we all need to keep an eye on our physical and mental health.
This bears underscoring: We don’t do this because we are exceptional athletes. We do these activities because we like them and they make us feel good. We’re not racers nor have some delusion of athletic mastery. There are no rankings or track times or statistics to live up to. We’re doing stuff because it’s there to be done and it’s fun and we’re not dead yet. So we do.
My dad’s friends gradually filtered away from the softball team. A common thing was they’d pull a hamstring running to first and while limping back to the dugout swat at the air, saying, “I’m too old for this shit.” And that would be it for them, they’d amble off into the shrugging sunset. At 41, I might now be several years past when my dad played softball. And when I think of them “getting old” and quitting, my first thoughts are:
- You didn’t even stretch – of course you pulled a muscle!
- You’re been standing there with a beer in your hand until your time to bat!
- You haven’t been active all winter and now you expect this jersey to fit over your belly and your body to suddenly sprint? Come on, man! Go for a run from time to time!
Inactivity leads to a self fulfilling prophecy of “being old.”
My father was from a different time and without fail every generation thinks:
- They invented sex.
- They are wiser than the generation before them.
It may sound like I’m swinging heavily into that second option and that really isn’t my intention. My father’s generation concluded they would work hard and then retire to a life of leisure and that would lead to happy healthiness. This might have been a fine idea at the time, but it won’t likely ever fit my restless nature. I can’t speak to their lifestyles because my dad is long gone and I haven’t seen most of his friends since the funeral. But my mother keeps me abreast of the surgeries and heart attacks and diabetes the gout and obits. It sounds like their bodies have been collapsing slowly for a long time. Maybe it’s age. Maybe it’s lifestyle. I’d wager a combination of the two and leisure proves harder on a body than steady activity.
In talking about this with one of my friends, he suggested that they were probably tired from doing more manual labor types of work, and that may be true. In our current working culture we talk about work/life balance and all sorts of theoretical health benefits, but this much is definitely true: We sit in front of computers while our parents generation moved around a lot more at work. Work life, for many of us in this time in history, has become a lifelong extension of sitting in a desk in a classroom, we’ve just traded a computer for a textbook. And so for leisure we desperately raise our heart rates.
I’m not an ideal paragon of health. I’m from Wisconsin and I act like it. Cheese, sausage, beer, an extra half barrel of weight more or less evenly distributed throughout my body – those jabbing jokes exist for a reason. But I plan on maintaining my general activity level long before and long after retirement (whatever that abstract means for an artist/writer/poet). And I’m fortunate to have friends who seem committed to a similar pursuit. And we move around often, usually stretching first, and most often waiting until afterward to revel in the beer.
And, who knows, maybe I just mountain bike because it’s a little dangerous I can’t find a decent set of lawn darts to throw around.
Wall Shadows at the Rock Climbing Gym
Sometimes I’ll think, “I’m going to sit down and write a poem right now…” with no plan in mind. In this instance I thought, “I’m going to look around this room and find something interesting to photograph.” This wall caught my fancy.
Ed Makowski | Multimedia Journalist, Writer, Poet 