Telling the American Story
Mark Twain Saw The Need To Look Beyond The Imperial Robes
I have a weakness for the intersection between our living and our believing, which draws me to religious news. I find a compelling message in these stories, and an even more compelling one in our telling of these stories.
For example, we recently learned that 30 percent of our Republican presidential candidates don't believe in evolution. The "story" solidified their credentials as Christian rightists. The "telling" calls into question whether they immunize their children, and rely on prayer when the brakes on their cars need an overhaul.
In Kentucky, a creation museum just opened, explaining how dinosaurs lived as vegans in the Garden of Eden. Its story hails the museum as "a wonderful alternative to the evolutionary natural history museums that are turning countless minds against the gospel of Christ and the authority of the Scripture." The telling makes me wonder if one of the exhibits will offer an alternative theory to the notion that the sun rises in the east.
Falwell v. Hitchens
This friction was especially apparent a month ago, when in the same week the Rev. Jerry Falwell died and Christopher Hitchens' book "God Is Not Great: How Religion Poisons Everything" sat atop the New York Times bestseller list. While Falwell and Hitchens live in different intellectual cul-de-sacs, they share the characteristic of stifled imaginations.
Falwell's story presented us with a muscular Christianity that derived as much from U.S. foreign policy as from the Gospels. Robert Lipsyte, former sportswriter for the New York Times, notes that Falwell made a direct connection between the gridiron and God: Falwell "hoped that, someday, Notre Dame and Liberty, his evangelical college, would meet for the national [football] championship, thus informing the nation that `the Christians are here, we're not meek and we're not going to fall down in front of you. We're here to stay.' "
The telling: blessed are the linebackers, for they shall inherit the earth.
Tirade of a tyrant prince
Hitchens, the atheist, proclaims his faith through a list of the accomplishments of reason and science, noble accomplishments that justify the imposition of his atheocratic story. His ad hominem attacks on Gandhi and Martin Luther King give us a hint of the tone of his realm. His story is that of a philosopher king, but his telling is the tirade of a tyrant prince.
Their stories called me to Mark Twain, our first great debunker of royal and scriptural story, who excelled in revealing the truth in the telling. He picked up on a literary tradition that had grown from the Declaration of Independence through Emerson and the Gettysburg Address; a tradition that suggested individuals were smart enough to make intelligent decisions, both public and private.
Twain wrote about a people who might run their own country, without king or pope. A radical thought then and perhaps more radical today. In light of our contemporary national story, it may be appropriate to review Chapter 14 of "The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn."
In this scene, Twain dares to put real people into the American Experiment in a way that was unprecedented in our literature.
Huck and Jim get to talking about kings. Jim knows of Solomon, and argues that, contrary to received wisdom -- the story -- Solomon is demonstrably not the wisest of men. First, he's got too many wives -- only a fool would want to live with that much "blim-blammin' " all the time. Second, only the village idiot would settle a dispute over a child by cutting the child in half, when even the most perfunctory wandering around the neighborhood would uncover whose child it was. Third, Solomon has no sense of real value. A man with one or two children won't be wasteful of children; a man with 5 million children can't be trusted to reach a sound judgment regarding the value of a single child.
Knocking aside the king
Within the space of six paragraphs, Twain's slave character sees through the story to the telling. Twain describes a serf who knocks the king from his throne, undermines arguments for inherited privilege and questions the inerrancy of the Bible. All the while making you laugh so hard you may not notice the revolutionary American scene in front of you.
Neither Hitchens nor Falwell can grasp either this depth or this nuance (I won't even touch on their joylessness). They both mirror two poverties of our age: a fatal failure of imagination and a national ethic of passive subservience to the monarchy's story.
Faulkner argued that "Mark Twain is all of our grandfather," but when we don't show the courage or the curiosity to look past the clothing of the emperor's story -- cakewalk, claims of a bankrupt Social Security, Medicare "reform", enhanced interrogation techniques -- we have renounced our grandfather's proud legacy.
The telling of the emperor's story doesn't only explain the storyteller; it exposes the audience that accepts the story. I don't know that Mark Twain would recognize that audience.
Mike Warner (mikeowarner@gmail.com) works at Davidson College.
© 2007 The Charlotte Observer
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673 Comments so far
Show AllLee,
Not to worry, I'll be up. We're night owls.
I'll have to brush up on Canned Heat,
I do know they played Woodstock.
Lee,
Not to worry, I'll be up. We're night owls.
I'll have to brush up on Canned Heat,
I believe they played Woodstock though.
She,
I'm not the drooling over women type. I just enjoy the comic wordplay. You know, a male lesbian. Now if one were elected president, again it's not the drooling over, it's the thought of fundamentalist fuddies having to deal with being under their thumb. That's more where I believe Lee and I were going with that. The voyeuristic crap is just that. It's lame in so many ways.
We have friends and family (who doesn't?) representing all the common sexual orientations. Not kid touchers mind you, at least not to our knowledge. I'm of the mind that everybody needs somebody. And if you can find someone that will put up with you not just in the sack but through all the tough stuff, that can only be good for everyone. But religion strikes again and again. Keeping humans from being human. Our society is stuck in puberty.
So much for that... The Kingdom of Heaven is a terrific film. There's a good article on TD regarding Edwards. Some of my good feelings toward him were echoed in there.
I hope you're happy there on the prairie for the present. From your description it seems a nice enough place. People on the other hand... you might have to grow your own. We do take vitamins. I take omega-3 fish oil capsules by the handful, a chewable multiple, extra C, D and magnesium. A few other things from time to time.
You know I too have a thing for pecan pies. We have a market that makes a very good version. My only complaint is that they have too many nuts in theirs. Sounds like a strange complaint, right? I like them better when there is about 25% nuts to the rest of the pie. I like a bit more of the filling or whatever you call that jelly stuff and of course a good crust. In South Carolina they refer to it sometimes as "Karo pie". They use Karo syrup in the recipe and give no notice to the pecans. "Oh, you mean Karo pie with pecans on top!" What?!?!? You wind up thinking did I walk through a worm hole? What planet are you on? Just my Jersey 'tude I guess.
Listen lady, you've got some nerve complaining about our lesbian fetish when you're on a first name basis with your roof stickum! "So who's this Henry you've been so attached to?" (I have no idea where I'm goin' there. Just lashing out, survival mode!)
Karo pie with pee-cons on top! (and coffee couldn't hoit!)
Hey youse folks,
Hemi, what is you opinion on Canned Heat? Pulled it out of mothballs last evening and really enjoyed the sound. Working Together is really neat.
She I have you question on my computer at home and one thing is I can view my Lady Godiva and know what I want to do next. It is not clear as a photo, but I have the basic vision available in me minds eye. It is so fun to paint totaly from the minds eye, your works must be a blast to make. The composit or sections of your works, may be more complete than mine. Placing my paintings next to each other would be like your works. Am actually trying to skirt the subject, because I really do have not decided on the answer to your question yet. So please put it on hold for a day or two.
Kucinich is going to come to a town meeting this Thrusday in my area, may try to make it. Drag butt me, have another meeting this evening and I would rather just go home. She it is much smarter to not be a joiner, I am beginning to see the light.
Solstice is just aroung the bend, Hemi has to stay up later than New Years to toast. Will think about you even if you are not up in the wee hours.
Using a computer at work, this is really neat they are much faster than mine at home. Cannot do email here or print things though.
All for now
Cholite cookes and coffee at 2 oclock break.
Time to step out of the mud! In all ways, Lee. Well you will have to say whether it is the mind's eye or not. That is really part of the question. Using the imagination is something we do all the time, but hardly ever, if ever, think about it. Like what exactly is happening? If we do have this idea about it, it is usually one that has come from common notions, but maybe that is not what really happens. It is much more interesting once thinking about it begins. Let's see where it leads.
I have a couple of caulk guns that are too hard for me to use. I must not have enough Y-chromosome power???? Maybe a guy at Lowes can put me onto one that is easier to use. I'll look for that Henry stuff too. Thanx Lee.
Hemi, your description of your imagination experiment seems to verify my theory. I have been making an in-depth study in preparation for a discussion that promises to be quite interesting with a couple of other people up and over there in Oregon, you know, that bastion of thought about the imagination since they are so imaginary. I will think more about what you said and re-discuss with you.
I''m really loving the political things going on. It is exciting when you think about it.
There's an old couple who comes around and picks up all the pecans that have fallen off the really huge pecan tree out front. I told them they could have whatever they want. So they come about once a week. If she makes pies, i should get one, right?
Gotta go, up to Lowes for more paint, Henry (gee, that could sound very curious) the roof stickum, and more shopping! Yeah, I give my family non-Xmas gifts too. Whadda ya goin ta do when you love them with all your heart and want to give them the world? I'm taking my Gnarls Barkley St. Elsewhere CD with me. Love that number, Crazy.
I hope youse guys take vitamins besides that good coffee.
Oh by the way, I'm taking my house off the market. I decided to stick around the mindless state of Texass for awhile. I must be mindless myself, but maybe we will both get better. I'm getting used to the wildness here.
Hi guys,
She the best stuff if the area is clean to use, is Henry 208, in a tube if you can find it. The tube using a caulk gun gives you more control getting around things and in the hole. It must be dry and clean though.
Since I do not talk about lesbians or sports, you are asking the wrong guy here, it may be demeaning, depending on the direction of the content. Probably more so than not. Hedging here.
May have to find out about the Kingdom of Heaven? May have seen it but do not remember the name, really not a great movie fan. Me the stick in the mud.
Working on the mind image thing, is it the same as the minds eye?
Raisin Bran
Lee,
I think at times Hillary wishes she were a lesbian. I'm definitely not a fan of hers but I feel sorry for her having to live with what's gone on. Even if they don't have any love left for each other it's got to hurt. I hope that's not the case. But boy would a lesbian president beat all.
Now She, on to your study of imagination. I locked into the rose colored humpback sofa. Then I tried conjuring up a couple of other items. The same thing every time. I get a vague image or shape at best. The images I get are very fleeting. When I try to focus and make them sharper, more defined, I lose all of the image. I'm not sure I get images at all, perhaps I just think I do. I pushed a little harder. I closed my eyes and tried to picture Fraus' face. I had just looked at her face. Same thing, not much there. I know what she looks like but I don't actually get a "photo" as such. These fleeting images are at best cartoonish if I get an image at all. Does that make any sense?
Stuffed mushrooms
Well it is raining outside and I might melt, so I checked it out and made a comment, beat you too it Hemi.
Like the Sostice quote.
Gotto ga,
Cheesecake crumbs.
Hemi,
Never really thought about it, but had believed you were a guy? Never thought about it before, should I be thinking about it now? Missed the TD post, guess I need to head over there, I am finding TD tiring. The best thing out of my TD experiences has been youse guys, and I do not really believe it relevant if Hemi is a lesbian. One thing I do know about Hemi, he tells bad jokes, but I do not hold that against him, after all, he is from the east coast.
Thanks for the comment on Ramsey Lewis, you are the music guy, like AC is the Bible guy or not guy?
Will catch up on the fun in TD, which article is it?
Watching the buzzards work on a dead Uew, now that the chickens are gone. Deaths of two pheasants, did not bother me, but really not something that I would ever want to do, I may assert that pheasant hunting should be less acceptable then being gay or lesbian.
Need to get outside and maybe finish a few project at least take a stab at them.
Coffee in a cup with slice of NY Cheesecake.
As an extension of a Schwartzenegger promise: I'm back! Had to take a break from all this work. I am a glutton for punishment. It's lunchtime anyway.
To any and all (even nf):
I am working with a friend on the concept of the imagination and I want to enlist your help. Okay, now, when you imagine things, objects that is, not feelings of amour or needs to go pheasant hunting but pictures of the little carinates could work, or not answering emails…ha! or flying to Mexico (but that could qualify if the sensation of flying was being had). But things like black Porsche Boxster RS 60 Spyders, bandaids, Eye of the Hawk Ale, rose colored humpback sofas, Beethoven's second movement of his 7th, you know, ordinary things do resonate; when you think of these kinds of things, describe your mind, if you will. Do you really see shapes, colors, hear sounds, smell fermented hops, feel your arms flapping or soaring (hey, I've done that in sailplanes)? I have a theory, but I don't want to taint your answer. So sil vous plait, please, just give it a little extra thought, take your time but not forever, and get back to me, either here or you know, elsewhere, please, pretty please and soon. Muchas gracias.
Fish tacos with shredded cabbage are a Southern California treat to enjoy anywhere f'sure. Uh uh… uh uh… uh uh… uuhhh
Ooh, Hemi, the light, and air, is great outside the closet. Or so my gay friends say.
She,
Saw the TD post, not too far at all in light of the nonsense there. But at the same time the nonsense is trying to elicit a rise out of the readers. I'm coming out next. I just thought I'd let you all know before it hits the other media outlets. The truth is I think I'm lesbian. Yep, I said it. I just have this attraction to women. I can't help myself. Yeah, I've told Frau. She suspected I had this thing for her. What do you think, counseling?
Oh!!! I'm a guy and that doesn't count? I'm so confused.
I know, I'm a jerk. But you gotta love me, at least I know it!
Love that Texas sky you describe. We had some wonderful fall skies here too. Cloud formations, colors just extraordinary. I've got to send you two some photos. I was thinking when I saw them is it due to the climate change? Well they've been great none-the-less. The unimpeded sight lines of Texas help these things along. There's a plus for the Lone Star State.
Texas weiners (A NJ phenomena. What??? I'll fill youse in.)
I finally did it. I made a post on the Jody Foster outing at TD that maybe I went a bit too far??? Naw, it's my style.
Big band Ramsey, oh yeah, O Happy Daze. And that Nancy Wilson used to sing with, now that was jazz.
I'd settle for purgatory but I think that is in the mindless state of Texass. Tijuana is the gateway to hell, if there was a hell. But they do have good food there! But then so does Baja.
I was zooming down the 380 yesterday, Greek music luridly assuming from the cd player, and saw the most beautiful sky, now for me to say anything nice about Texass is something else. But it had freezing rained day before and the sky was crisp as a Skyflake cracker. You could see for at least 100 miles to the left and right, the horizon stretched I think probably from Palo Pinto to White Settlement. There was a dark Chinese red band of sky about 3 inches above the horizon, least that is how it looked from where I was, the sun was going down, or the earth was rotating to the east, whatever is your preference. Above the redness was the inkiest blueblack you ever saw, a very wide cloud stratus cloud formation as wide as that horizon that reached up the azimuth to the zenith but stopped about three-quarters of the way when a very light French blue gave of itself. I watched that the whole 20 miles down the 380. It was a sight to behold.
Just thought I'd share that with you all.
Today I am resisting further forum commenting. The sun is shining and I have a ladder to climb. Backacha tamarra
Not these flax pancakes! Light as buckwheat cakes.
Good choice Lee,
Ramsey Lewis is thought of as the father of the "smooth jazz" style. All of those radio stations are based on his instrumentals. He started to become popular in the late 50's to early 60's around the same time as Vince Guaraldi, Dave Brubeck and Wes Montgomery. I'm not a big jazz fan but those are the guys I can listen to. Lewis had a pop chart hit with "The In Crowd".
I don't like the total free form jazz be-bop crap. I can't tell if that's genius or just random, drug induced nonsense. Ramsey Lewis plays for the audience and not merely himself, at least that's my take. Appealing stuff. Cool, hip, groovy, fun and once in a while he actually returns to the melody.
Ice storm last night. Not too bad today.
Coffee and cornbread
Flax Pancakes are nice, but heavy.
One thing I remember about Mexico, is the Taxi ride from hell. Some kids had a ball roll out on the street and the drive hit the accelerator, I suspect for several reasons. One he hated kids, two he did not want to slow down because of a heist? Remember seeing armed guys riding around in the back of trucks, sort of looked like Afghanistan. We may be going in that direction.
Hey She you may like to try Ramsy Lewis, I enjoyed his album Muddy Water, a little different Jazz I guess, Hemi may know what kind of music he does. Really enjoyed painting to it last evening.
Hemi, you sound like me I never flew in a plane until I was in the service and had to fly to Memphis. The only other state I had ever been to growing up was Nevada. Guess I led a sheltered life.
Going Pheasant Hunting this morning, actually just tagging along to take photos, had to get up before the last chicken.
Coffee please.
What is it about lesbians that guys just love to talk about? Gad I'm a hetero but I don't like to talk about gay guys. It is symptomatic of the demeaning way men perennially see women. I do like to talk about Orlando Bloom though. Now he is a hunk and I don't think in a demeaning way in any way. Just saw, again, as I have it and have played it a couple of times, The Kingdom of Heaven. I just love to watch how bloody the Christians are! This movie was banned by the THE church. The movie does my heart good that I'm an atheist! There's nothing like validation even when you don't need it.
So I went up on the roof! Inspected it. The shingles are just fine. Looks like though the flashing of the vent to the water heater below is not sealed. I think the rain kind of seeped in under and trickled into the bathroom ceiling down below. So next weekend, I have some tar stuff (the dumb roofers left a whole gallon right up there on the roof! Can is all rusty, but the insides are perfect). It was a stroke of luck, eh? I'll get a putty knife and repair the seal. It will be a cinch.
Too sleepy to think anymore. Tamarra Is another day. I'll get back to the imagination theory then too. Thank you Hemi for thinking about it. Can't keep my eyes open. Snooorrrrre, (no I don't snore, but it's funny anyway).
It was a beautiful day today.
Stuffed nothing has no calories.
nf,
I'm very much of the same opinion on how lucky we are. Part of that luck is that we have a system that continues (for now) to allow for constant corrections to our course. If I have any problem with Chomsky it is not that I agree or disagree with his points or personal choices but that I am not bright enough to always understand him on my first read.
We spent our honeymoon in Acapulco nearly thirty years ago. We had scrimped and saved and managed the plane trip for a week in paradise. The resort we stayed in was used in filming the "Love Boat" series. It was lovely. On the beach and traveling into town the poverty was on display and made us thankful and guilty all at the same time. Neither of us had traveled by plane or outside the country and it was an eyeopener in many ways.
We had witnessed homeless people back home but nothing to the degree and numbers we saw there.
Tacos
Sat. a.m.
Starting the day with the soundtrack from the film, Shine. Being a pianna player, I love the Rachmaninoffs and the Liszt is so affecting. I wish sometimes there really was a god then the Handels and Bachs would be so much more amazing. Vivaldi was divine as well. Did you know he was a red-haired priest who left the priesthood due to ill health. He was obsessed with writing and performing, directing music, thank the forces of the universe about the music, but while he enjoyed the company of a woman, a young opera singer, he never, or so it appears, had the pleasure of the woman except for her company until his death. Poor fellow. I do so much enjoy all of his music. I only tell you a bit about Vivaldi because, again, a story from my mom, that her mom's father was a red-bearded (and probably red-haired too??) former priest who fell in love with great-grandma. I told you about those Italians. He is called barba-rosa in the family. We laugh hysterically. Maybe that is why I am not a really dark haired deep olived skinned Dago. More medium brown and fair olive. Or maybe I'm the offspring of the milkman. Oh mamma, what did you do? No, I guess not, m'daddy was really proud of me, his one and only. But who knows, maybe I have brothers and sisters over in Italy where he served in WWII. Marched up through Anzio, so I hear. Got a purple heart medal, was injured, but not too badly. He used to tell me stories, horror stories of his experiences and the screaming mimies. War is the real bitch and harlot of men. Gee did this post transmute.
I've been having a wee bit of fun with Chompers on the poop forum. But not to worry, I am not fickle, guys. Just like to have fun.
Mexico is a cesspool, and especially that is where their politicians ought to be drowned in.
Had some flax pancakes this morning Lee, they are fabulous
Chomsky is a trip - complains about everything - he knows "all". Meanwhile, he enjoys the good life in Boston and the speaking circuit. Well, he may be right about some things, but we all should realize how lucky we are to live here (the USA). Went to Mexico last week for the second time, and for the second time swore I would never go back.
Hey youse guys,
I love this from the first paragraph of the Chomsky interview: "The basic assumption underlying the discussion is that we own the world." If that doesn't sum up the current administration. And so "Who died and made youse boss?"
I take it Noam is not thrilled with the possibility of a Hillary presidency. Lieberman light.
"Nawlins style barbecued shrimp. (They were excellent, in sort of a thick gumbo-like gravy. I love cajun and creole.)
It is Friday, again. I don't know why but I seem to measure time in terms of Fridays. Maybe I'm just….. a girl Friday? Oooh, now that has to equal Hemi's Pearl Bailey joke. Even though there isn't any wind (which often blows from 30-60 mph) will not be able to brave the roof because it is foggy and now rainy, not very propitious for roof walking. I had a roofer come out once when I first got here and he was up on his very long 35 ft. extension ladder and the wind was blowing so strong and the ladder was swaying. I mean, we (he and I) were in fear for his life. I think that is why he charged me an arm and a leg to tack down a couple of shingles. Then I found Mr. Matthews, a peach of a guy. And most reasonable.
I am envious of Frau's pianna playin. My best friend, the piano teacher, may help me get another piano. I am saving every penny I find. Found 12 pennies in the apple bin at Walmart the other day. Weird. I've got a lot of tunes saved up. Yes I used to go up to San Francisco to pick up my daughter from the dorms too. It is so good to get them back.
Lee seems to be having some trouble sorting out the emails I've sent him. He has two email addresses to which my emails are being sent apparently to the wrong one, for which I am sorry although it is through no fault of mine. It can get confusing. I'm sure he will get it together all right but time is growing short for me to be able to do what I am wanting for the Solstice, to send the music CDs to you. So I am here chancing in a public forum an email address. I signed up for a security feature that will edit out unwanted emails should any creep try to send something. If you will send me an email with an address where I may send these CDs to you, that could be a good thing. You might couch a secret handshake in it somehow so I know it's really you. I assure you I will not be using either your email address or mailing address for any other purpose. As I said, I have only the most ethical of intentions. Course that's before I've had any beer. My email address is she.thinksalot@gmail.com
The CDs may not seem like a big thing to you but it has become meaningful to me. I'm still waiting on one of them but I have the first one already copied and ready to go.
I posted an invitation on several TD forums, the same invite everywhere, to celebrate solstice. It is kind of hokey, I know. I don't' give a sh*t. I also sent it to all my friends and relatives (only those who would not have a cow to receive such a secular holiday greeting). I used Lee's small but beautiful poesy from the other really really early morning post (how he did that I can't even guess). And already someone has written back how wonderful it was. They even loved the cup of hot milk.. So the solstice is working! Thank you Lee.
I saw a couple of things on the news this morning. Apparently we all paid no attention at all to Human Rights Day. I am just as guilty as anybody as I didn't even know there was such a day. December 10. I wonder if we could do it retroactively? Or, maaaaayyyyyybe we could just keep human rights in mind all the time? What an idea? It is also nice to see that Mukasey has a good boot with which to kick Congress in the teeth. I hope to gawd they don't have dental insurance! And that consumer prices have risen .8%, the Feds can just eat it (pun intended). I do wish Biden was more fetching to the voters, I find him fetching. I'll have to tell you about J some other time, some other place. Man o man, Edwards and Kucinich. Kucinich has the ear of Noam Chomsky who I think always has the most insightful handle on the affairs of state. He lumps Edwards in with the rest. Check out for Chomsky page, and views on Iran, especially the last two paragraphs at www.chomsky.info/ and then www.chomsky.info/interviews/20071119.htm
And you put up with my rants too. So we are even! Where are you going to find a couple of guys like that? I just know I'll always need youse guys. You have won my mind. The ladies on TD, like I do too, love to go off like rockets sometimes and my eyes just glaze over. Usually there are grains of truth in what they say.
If you missed it and are interested in the Democratic Debate in Iowa, go to the NYTimes. They have the entire debate and also a transcript with another section where you can just go to specific topics. Very comprehensive reporting. I'm impressed.
www.nytimes.com/interactive/2007/12/13/us/politics/20071213_DEBATE_GRAPHIC.html
Edwards was very strong, I like what he says about controlling corporate influence, and Dodd is sounding very intelligent too. It is going to be very interesting. Kucinich, Edwards, Obama, Dodd, Biden, wow, even Hillary sounded coherent for a change. The only one that I find obnoxious is Richardson. But you know they kept Kucinich out of the debate, which I think is wrong. I am still waffling on who will get my vote, but this business of keeping viable candidates out of the debates is plain wrong.
Savory thoughts from a ranting reluctant Texan
Hello my friends,
Just got in from a long dreary day and wanted to touch base. I think the big projects are over until the New Year. I survived the but just barely. It wasn't too long a day today but it was pressure packed and that takes a toll. 10 hours of tension. Hooray it's over and the product turned out good.
Thank the calender it's Friday. I'm just getting my wits back typing to you. Frau is up in the sons' room playing and singing Sleigh Ride on the piano. She's doing OK, these dental deals are double tough for her she has TMJ. Yesterday we had a snow/ice storm that put my back out from the shoveling. In a couple old places and a new one, up between my shoulders. What they call in athletics a "stinger", a pinched nerve that had my left arm going numb. So, I'm lying on the floor in the living room, trying to relax and get the feeling back so that I could have my tension filled day today but the boy child phones us around 10PM. "I have to be out of my room by 6PM on Friday (end of semester)." So, a late night stop at Dunkin' Donuts and we were off to college to help him gather up his crap and get home on the icy roads. All this with one useless arm and being half asleep when he called. But all went well and he's home safe and some day, a long, long time from now, we'll all look back and laugh at the fun time we had. I'm just a whiner. He's a good son and a good person and I overlook his shortcomings in a heartbeat. And of course Frau came along for the ride to keep me awake. Never a bad thing to be able to spend time together.
So She, I thought you had company there on the prairie. Who's the "J" person?
Anyways, that house of yours has a stable and three baths. That's quite a place. 45 miles to the daughter's is not so bad. You can always invite her and the rugrats out for a leaf-raking foray. A little yard work will put the "fear of God" in them Christians. (I always prayed for less yard work. Well that's not quite right I prayed for financial independence and no work.) You wouldn't weasel them into that, I know. You're too damn independent but that's why we love you. And for Christ's sake don't ask me to come and do yard work. Why did I have to bring up the damn yard work anyway?
Just to keep you two updated, the Frau has moved on through "Go Tell It On the Mountain" and is currently plunking out "Pat-a-pan" or whatever the name of that carol is, I can't remember.
Boy I hope the feds come and bail me out if I ever sign up for some funky balloon mortgage. I'm of the opinion it would be better for the housing market to correct itself. What do I know? I think Bush is hot on this to make himself look like the conservative with a heart on his way out the door. Protecting his legacy with his sheeple. Five years from now the same people they bail out will be losing their homes again. These are people that didn't qualify to begin with and the banks knew it. The banks were going to sell those mortgages to third parties and so they didn't care if the buyers were conventionally qualified.
Look Lee, I'm sure her ladies are great but she'll always need a little Y chromosome. (Well we can hope.) What gal will teach her about the intricacies of beer? Or roofing? Or...... or....... alright, I got nothing. Wait..... who rants like we do? No-bo-dy! No - bo - dy!!! Yes Lee, we win!
"My Cousin' Vinny" is on, funny film. But the Frau is "hungy" (yes "hungy" no r) and wants to go to dinner. NOW!!! These women are so demanding, equal rights and all that crap. And now they want to be fed too?
OK She, I'll shut up and go to dinner before I'm in multiple doghouses. Just teasing. Oh yeah guys, we've got a Nor'easter coming tomorrow night, more shoveling joy.
Boat drinks tonight, it's been a long week. (I think we'll do Cheeseburger in Paradise)
Seems like some confusion has arisen because you have two email addresses, Leefeller. The one you gave us, and the one you use to send emails. I didn't realize it was actually a different address when I sent a letter containing some images of my work. So email life seems to have done us in a bit. I did reply, but it seems it went to your second address. That is what happens when we reply directly from your emails. I checked and looks like I used the "don't use this one" to reply to your last two emails. Sorry. I discovered it too late. You know once you hit the send button, off it goes! If you don't want to use that address, you might use the one you gave us instead when you reply. It will all get straightened out. I hope you all had a good day.
I didn't go up on the roof today. It was too bloody cold. But I did set the 8 foot ladder up and everything else is ready, tools and stuff Lee suggested, so I can tomorrow. It is the Hemi-She method of doing things. A little at a time. I did go out to the stable, which is where the spare bundle of shingles are. While I was out there, I assessed the structure and it is not in that bad a shape really. The framework is very sound. Doesn't seem to have termites. If I refastened the tin roof, and boarded up the walls, put in some glass. It could be a useful building.
One of the albums came today, it is neat. I expect the other one most likely tomorrow. I hope to get these to you before solstice. I am actually getting excited about solstice.
I spent the day wiring my big Boston speakers to my music center. Only one had been wired and I wanted to hear that Art of Noise, The Seduction of Claude Debussy really loud. That is the nice thing about the big house on this big property. I can play music as loud as I want, ha!
I am beginning to feel ambivalent about selling my house. I have fallen in love with it. That is what happens when you put blood, sweat, and tears into a thing. What to do? What to do? I so dislike Texas, and there are so very few people I even know here, or even want to know. None in my town and I've been here two years! What do you think they would think of an atheist?! I might be strung and quartered. I have a relative in Houston, but that is a very long way for a cup of coffee and my Jesus daughter lives about 45 miles away. Still a long way for a coffee. Why I am even here is a long and dreary story so I won't bore you. But my homestead is really beautiful and has a studio/workshop of a very nice and adequate size, a stable that I'd like to make into a greenhouse, a two-car separate garage, and a couple of other buildings in disrepair, but no biggie. The house is really big, so what more could a body want? Maybe… people? I mean how could anybody in their right (left) mind like to be in Texass? There are plenty and more's a comin'. Have to wait til spring anyway as the bloody mortgage market has gone to hell. But the Feds are working their asses off to alleviate the morass. Oh, wasn't that funny? Gawd I love myself sometimes. Then because I'm way out in the hinterland and away from the Metroplex, there aren't that many brave and imaginative souls out there that would even venture out here. Ta tah. The house is designated historical since it was built by the local coal magnate in 1902. And I have the property abstracts that go back that far. Neat really. I might just be stuck here. It wouldn't be so bad. I have a theory that it takes at least three years for things to settle down when a big change happens. The good thing is it is the middle of the country, so I could whip around the country and not have to go as far as if I were on the coast. But I do miss the mind of California. Here you are witnessing a mind at work.
Gotta go off to lala land right now, too sleepy after this long-winded monologue. Not even going to check out TD, and that is sleepy.
Now check both of your email accounts, Lee, ya hear?
8 days til Solstice
She,
Did you send me an email? It was titled apology something about sending me some pictures, which I never received and sending me some coffee music? Also asked for my address. I suspect it was not really from you but someone claiming to be you, it was received on an other email address I use not one I had given to youse guys. FYI.
Thanks Lee, you are a very kind and thoughtful man. There is no one else here so I will just have to be careful and take up with me the materials you noted and your instructions. I have a whole bundle of new shingles and Ill take a few of those with me and a hammer and nails too. It isn't the high roof (my house is three-stories high), but really a very low one that just covers this bathroom which was added on in the 80s. I am fearless! The house has three bathrooms, more than enough for me, but they came with the house, so I took them, laugh, laugh) My house is truly neat, has about 3000 sq. feet part of which is a large unfinished attic like room but it is not really an attic since the real attic is up higher in like a loft area.
I am planning to turn that unfinished space into a painting studio. I was going to go over soon to Lowes to get some insulation to make it warmer up there, as it only gets a little bit of heat that rises from the first floor and I don't want to put in space heaters. It gets really cold out here on the Texas prairie, like 9 degrees. They are too dangerous around an old house. I am calling around to see how much it would cost to put a skylight window in on the north side as I have a north facing roof plane where that could happen. I have a couple of easels and plan to build another one based on the instructions someone on your blog posted. One of mine is a Rembrandt style, but I like the one your friend described. For really large canvasses I don't use an easel at all. I have a couple of these wonderful aluminum platforms bought at Lowes for $38.00 a piece on which I prop the canvas and lean it up against a wall held with a couple of nails. I love those platforms. Good for a lot of things. I even use one as a bench at the foot of my bed with a beautiful long seat pillow on it. It's perfect. And I was going to buy a wooden one for a couple of hundred dollars, silly me.
I'll eat some spinach, like Popeye, so I can be strong to do the roof.
Don't have hurt feelings. Hemi, and I and sometimes AC are always here for you. Our group is more special than the others. We are friends, indubitably. I needed some intellectual females to grouse about with. Apparently we are sisters under the computer case. And I acknowledge their insights. You know how much I and the others appreciate you (and your coffee thoughts). Now what on earth would be coffee thoughts? Might be how we see The Great Unyun in the grounds?
Badda bing, badda bang
The Reluctant Texas Sheeshkabobble
9 Days Til Solstice!
She,
Be careful on the roof, bring a caulk gun and a couple of tubes of Wet caulk, check the edges for cracks and fill them in. May help. If you are missing shingles caulk may not help. You know you should have someone else there, people falling off roofs is a large number of injuries. If someone else is their at least they can call the for help.
Seen your posts on TD the female bonding is going well, seems like a nice group of ladies, I thought C was religious though, noticed you said something about religion, did she respond? My feelers are hurt, feel like you got an exclusive ladies club going on TD. Poor E. Your posts seem quite complete and I enjoy reading them anyway.
Gotta go
Now, Hemi, you wouldn't be talking 'bout Georgie Boy would you in that white crooked house? Ah yes, Joan Baez. A beautiful woman who spoke for me. Doug Chalmers on another TD site sweetly sent me a Utube video of Baez singing "It Ain't Me Babe." It is my song, f'sure, f'sure (yup I was a Valley Girl at one time, shed the skin lika ssssssnnnnnnake).
Your computer has a demon inside of it. It is called the ghost in the machine. Read a little Descartes. It needs an exorcism. Do what Leefeller says.
Sonny and Cher had another song, I Got Youse Babe.
Rain is my nemesis. You get one thing fixed and it I finds its nasty little heart weasled in somewhere else. The roofer is going to love the extra dough for Xmas as my peachy colored painted bathroom wooden bead-board ceiling dripped water on the floor. Expletive here! @#@#@^@~!&#*##*#?"<< bluster bluster. I em gonna go up thar on the roof and check it out m'self first. Maybe Mr. Matthews don't need no stinkin mo dollars from me.
It was wonderful to read your account of the college holiday concert. I have never been to one that wasn't marvelous. There's something special about those events. Especially when your own kid is part of it.
I am only guessing, but I am hoping Frau's root canal pain is a thing of the past by now, but I sympathasize. I had a dentist friend who accidentally exposed two tiny tiny nerve endings in a tooth he was prepping for a crown. Then I went home. Pain, I can only say pain. My whole head throbbed. It was a Friday night that it started, and had to put in an emergency call to dentist friend. He was so conscience-striken I thought he was going to have apoplexy. He settled down and did the root canal, for free! I healed fine, like immediately. Pain all gone, we went out to dinner. Whatta guy.
I'm on a campaign to malign Huckabee. It's my Devious Democratic nature. And I've made a couple of neat female friends at the Ron Paul blog. This Internet thing has its virtues.
I just got another new book, The Evolution of Consciousness, The origins of the Way We Think. It looks so interesting. But have to finish Selfish Gene, The Mind's Eye again, two Bertrand Russell books, and a new art philosophy book. Good grief. I'm also studying this synesthesia thing, and music theory. I'm saving up to get another pianna. I learned to play piano a long time ago and miss it very much. It was always a bit of a meditation for me. Probably is for a lot of others too.
I'm thinking French Toast with maple syrup this morning and some more of those sweet strawberries and coffee goes without saying Have a nice day all.
Good Wee-in-the-Morning Lee, your soliloquy was so poignant that I've copied it. I always send out home made cards for the holiday to those I love for the solstice, as a reminder that the universe and the earth work together to make a world for us and that we are responsible for the way both are treated. I create an image and write some sentiment inside. If it is all right with you (or even if it isn't) I'm going to use what you just wrote, even the cup of hot milk, and I will use your pen name Leefeller, December 13, 2007. You are a poet too. Have a fabulous day even without a dumb smiley face.
Solstice Spirit, is amongst me, knowing the days will get longer, life will march on with never-ending perseverance and the geese will again head north.
Me Solstice tree lighting the path to the new year. Joy of life so around me, the beauty of nature and stars guided by the smile of the moon. Short days and long cold nights, need not be bleak, the long hot days will be here before Mr. moon blinks.
Essence of being, appreciating life ever so humble, oh, just so happy to be here.
cup of hot milk
Well I didn't tell the whole truth, (I am a polygamist with 10 husbands/boyfriends/sex slaves, I'm not a lesbian but have more than one relative who is/are??? And I'm sure there are a couple of gay guys there too, I mean with an Italian family as big as mine, there's gotta be, I do drool over television actors, specially Hugh Laurie (he's almost an atheist, notice how he (House) called his mom and wished a merry xmas??? And I do like that old feller Sean Connery in skivvies,... or not, yeah, huh? I don't care how old he gets. I do banquet on republicans, and libertarians, for dinner or anytime with relish, and I have seen the Great Unyun definitely in coffee grounds, yeowsir massa, ah hab seen da light. Also I have been a small fixed-wing airplane pilot, uh yeah Cessna 152s, Alpha Bravo Tango, and I've done a few other things, but bungie jumping isn't one of them). Yeah, Lee has my email address and so does AC, so that works fine if Lee will be a go between. Neat! I was going to email Lee to say that I wasn't on the prowl, at least not presently, too much to do, just so he wouldn't worry, but if he is the type to, then my saying it wouldn't help anyway, but who knows the Solstice spirit might just move me. Y'all know I'm in the mindless state of Texas. I just love saying that, cause I don't' have much hate in me, but whatever there is, it is for Texass. Way…ell maybe that is exaggerating a bit, my pseudonym is Hyperbole, and I don' know what hate is anyway.
Munching on a republican f'suppa. Sorry about your ornery ornaments, Hemi.
By the way, have you guys seen that new TV show, Life? That is a great program, and they play the greatest music.
A quick thought,
Regarding the leaky door and a song.
I'm sure you both remember from the heyday of folk music: "Don't Let the Rain Come Down" (Crooked Little Man) by the Serendipity Singers. A rather successful folky crossover onto pop radio in 1964.
You likely recall there were a number of folkies making it big (in popular terms) at that time. These were more pop oriented acts than the Woody Guthries, Pete Seegers and Weavers dating back to the 30's. You had the Kingston Trio with "Where Have All the Flowers Gone?" and "Scotch and Soda". Peter, Paul and Mary with "Puff the Magic Dragon" and "Leaving on a Jet Plane". Trini Lopez with "If I Had a Hammer" and "Lemon Tree". And Burl Ives, Harry Belafonte, Joan Baez, Dylan, Tom Paxton, Arlo Guthrie and even Joni Mitchell and Gordon Lightfoot all kind of sprinkled from the 50's into the 70's. But alas the Beatles and the British Invasion were the beginning of the end for the folkies around the year 1964 when this song hit the charts.
Here's a little of that rain soaked ditty fresh from the "Wayback Machine":
There was a crooked man and he had a crooked smile
Had a crooked sixpence and he walked a crooked mile
Had a crooked cat and he had a crooked mouse
They all lived together in a crooked little house
Chorus
(Ah, ha) Oh, no, don't let the rain come down
(Ah, ha) Oh, no, don't let the rain come down
(Ah, ha) Oh, no, don't let the rain come down
My roof's got a hole in it and I might drown
Oh, yes, my roof's got a hole in it and I might drown
With the cat and the leaky roof that's got to be number one on the money pit top 100.
Mary Janes (I like a little nostalgia with my dental work)
That??? That's it??? That was the big mystery? Whew!!!
I didn't know what kind of funky trick you were gonna pull out of your hat She. So, I'm thinking maybe a confession. Is She actually a polygamist with 10 husbands/boyfriends/sex slaves? No, She probably would have had one fix the door. Is She a lesbian? (Not that there's anything wrong with that!) No, She drools over television actors. (Not that there's anything wrong with that!) Is She a closet republican? No, She eats them for breakfast. (Not that there's anything wrong with that!) So what could be so charged? Perhaps, heaven help us, tales of a "religious" experience? Seeing the "Great Unyun" in coffee grounds? No, the Great Unyun wouldn't lower herself.
Contacting me? In my corporeal form? Let me tell you something, "I don't want to belong to any club that will accept me as a member." All seriousness aside, I'll post to Lee's blog with my email and we'll get the addies taken care of and all that. What me worry? Years ago I sent my CD all around the globe to people I barely communicated with prior to that. Nothing much happened and certainly nothing bad happened. Yous two stomach my mindless rants; you can at least know where I'm coming from, so to speak. AC already does.
Whatever you need, we'll get it done.
Roast beef on rye. (Hey, mom packed me a lunch from Sunday's dinner, can't beat that with a stick!)
Speaking of mom, I'm very glad to hear you will be holidaying (is that a word?) with your daughter. Despite any other influences, I'll bet you're in her in surprising ways. Nice to hand down the ornaments too. I had my ornaments handed down once, it cost my an extra fifty. I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself.
Yes She, we need hedges and should always allow hedges, read you post great and will chew on it today while walking around. I do not feel the hypocrite, for my tree is the New Yars Tree, or we can call it the solstice tree . Hell I think I spelled solstice right with out spell check?
FYI, the market is doing it's circle dance with lights on again.
Sorry gotta go.
Last cup before the road
We are the wurst for wear, and crackers too. Would we be able to stand each other in the "real" world? A friend of mine (yeah, another friend) told me recently he hoped if he met himself on the street, he would like himself. Well my triple egos, that triadic psychic apparatus, that "personal" trinity, we are quite likable and I, one of the incarnations, would go on a trip with the others anytime. Me, myself, and I. Long as we three had a cup of Lee's best coffee and a good book, oh and a bit of good music. And putting gender aside, I would probably like you in real life as well. Notice I put a hedge in there as a back door, being the clown that I am and the clowns that you are.
And a merry xmas to you all, and bless us all without dat damn gawd.
I gave about 20 large boxes of ornaments and decorations one and all to my Jesus daughter. My atheist daughter, and my fav, didn't want any of them, she does her own thing. These were the family treasures for 40 years that I had kept and collected. The most beautiful, interesting, I even hand made some of them, decorations anyone could ever delight in. The children's eyes lit up every holiday season. As did mine as well. The sparkle and dazzle does seduce the eyes. The tree and fresh garlands became the important thing and the whole house was transformed and the smell of fresh trees was nirvana. I have so many funny and precious stories about getting and decorating trees over the years, but no desire to put them in a book! I always figured nature didn't mind if we took a tree once year and dressed it up in all our finery. Most of them were from special tree farms and were replaced by baby trees. All the falderal where one becomes more enamored with the "look" of the place than what it was about is pure blithe insanity. I was just thinking yesterday as I surfed the channels looking for interesting TV offerings that every single channel had a story with Xmas as the theme, all the now stupid ditty daffy caroling, and every commercial was referring to what to buy for Xmas. You cannot get away from it, corporate America is bleeding. I hear daily on NPR how bad the shopping is. The depressing effects of the Bush and Republican economic strategies. Talk of recession, no recession, then back to recession coming, then no recession on the horizon. The f**n idiots cannot make up their bloody minds. And here we are like flotsam and jetsam on the seas of life with very little control except at the ballot box and even then it is stolen from us. What to do? What to do? The feds just reduced the prime rate 4.25%, and the stock market drops 3 points! You would think better loan options would cause buoyancy, but no the greedy bastards want more. Economic growth? The predominant concern today? Show me the money honey… It is a pathetic America and by default, a pathetic world.
So sorry you have to work so hard guys. Life is too short. The good thing is, I ain't got no rain coming in under my fixed door! (Gee, doesn't that sound like the title of a new song, Hemi?) It's gotta be a metaphor for something!
Speaking, again, of music, the Manheim Steamrollers' Sunday Morning Coffee CDs haven't arrived yet, but are expected immanently. And I'd like very much to share them with youse guys and yor families (yes, the yor is intentional, if youse noticed, though not a hardliner, I'm a great speller, used to teach it and love to play with the language, love to play at most anything I guess. We could start a game of Monopoly online, wonder how that could work? I also used to teach chess, but it's too serious, look at what happened to Garry Kasparov, my current hero. I'm expecting Putin to exterminate Kasparov soon. Now wouldn't that be a great Xmas present for the Russian people who love to be dominated and coddled by Papa Putin? There's nothing like a dictator!). So the question is, how would I get them to you? I thought maybe we could use Lee's blog to put an address on keeping identities still private, if that is important, if he is amenable. See how surreptitious we must be in life for self-preservation? Anyway that is one shoe dropped.
Talking about strawberries now. It is amazing that in the middle of December one could get, in the mindless state of Texas, the most wonderful of strawberries, plump, sweet, and unbelievably a scrumptious delight. Well I had that experience this morning. The berries are from California, I'm surprised that jealous-of-California Texas would import anything from their biggest philosophical competition in the world, were decently priced for about quart, AT MY MOST HATEFUL STORE, BUT THE ONLY F***N STORE AROUND, THE LOUSY MONOPOLIZING BASTARDS, there, I said it. Did I tell you I have an icon on my desktop that Jesus daughter sent me, she's good for something besides reminding me I'll burn in hell, the icon says Walmart is evil. I love it.
Hemi,
Have you been inside to check the connections? I would take the computer back and stick it where the sun don's shine. Computers may be the end of us all. Double shifts would kill me, I could do it, but would rather not make all those extra bucks. Single shift is hard on me. My job is physical so I have to do a lot of walking and working on broken things, not computers though.
She, the door episode was interesting and like Hemi I appreciate a smart women who can fix things around the house. Your door and the painting you told us about, sounds like art to me. You take on the challenge with gusto and I bet the feeling is the same feeling one has when finishing a painting. A proud sense of accomplishment and an enhanced feeling of worth, is something to relish in this cold clammy world.
You know I was teasing youse guys about moving in with you when I get out of jail, but now you She have me wondering what you are up to?
Way back when, I would mention the idea of to youse guys, the econtact contact thing is quite interesting, no eye contact, not hearing the tone of voice, hand jesters (if we were mimes) and simple posturing. Hemi is right we may find the material world quite different. For me timing is really helpful and picking the parts or conversation to respond to make this quite enjoyable. We seem to have a commonality which is refreshing and I really enjoy it. So I emulate Hemi, you inherently good folks are my friends, would include AC even though he is in jail right now.
I too consider you good folks my friends, Thanks
Brockworst, (The Chicken owner is named Brock, seems a connotation to me)
Alright guys,
I told you, double shifts this week. Just got home and it is a little after 12AM. Burnt out but relieved to be home. Came home to Frau informing me that the new PC that I thought I had fixed last night is no longer booting. Joy!
Now the fun part (And you thought it was over!), if I drag it, the computer, out of the computer hutch, lay it on its side and plug it all back in, it boots! What the flyin' fish?
Enough of my minor calamities. The laptop is up and running. My internet friends are in good spirit, decking the halls and repairing doors. Your posts invigorate me at least momentarily. Sleep will have its say soon.
Now She, you've gone into all this build up. I love the door story; my Y chromosome and me are envious of your success. And after all we've been through you ask whether you are my friend? Ask if we are not all friends? Well? Well???
I know I'm gonna hate me in the morning but yeah. We are friends. I consider yous guys my friends. (And I meant "yous") I wonder at times if we could all stand each other in the material world. That is intriguing. I'm half anticipating, half dreading what you might have in store. But if Lee is game, I'm in for better or wurst.
All kidding aside, you good folks are my friends. Thanks.
Liver the worst
Today is very unusual, it is raining. I am happy to see that an exterior door I fixed in my breakfast room is tight enough to stop the rain from coming into the house. One night not long after moving into my house a couple of years ago, I woke up in the wee hours, must have been the sound of the rain, but when I went downstairs I discovered a puddle of water at the door. It was substantial and I put towels down because I wasn't awake enough to do anything major. I used a door mat leaned up against the door after that for several months because it wasn't high on the priority list of things-to-do. When I investigated why the water was coming in I found that wood rot had taken part of the door jamb and the entire bottom of the door! The threshold was intact but had not been coated with varnish or wood sealer. I bought this amazing treatment that petrifies wood and is used specifically for repairing rotted wood. I cleaned out the bad wood on the jamb and brush the wood petrifier into the cavity. (I could not afford by this time the cost of replacing the door jamb and the door having invested a great deal into the money pit already, hahaha, I'm sure some of you understand what I mean). I then packed the empty hole with an epoxy-like wood filler that dried hard as new wood. I removed the door, doancha love this step-by-step description? (Maybe you don't but as my friend(s) you will tolerate me, right? As I would be happy to listen to any of your stories). I had to take the door off its hinges. Not an easy task because it is metal construction and very very heavy at least to this somewhat medium-sized female. I got it off and over to a table and tilted it up so I could inspect the bottom, and good grief, there was only a remnant of blackened rotted wood left. No wonder the rain came pooling in. I went to my studio and found a piece of molding trim that fit exactly in the space under the door and fixed it in with screws and hard as nails glue. I bought what is called a door shoe or drip cap. I put everything back together, sanded whatever, painted everything, and perfect! I was so happy to see that no rain came in from this first rain since I finished the project, and Hemi, this took about a week using the slow and relaxed method I described in an earlier post. Now, why have I shared this with you all? Well, first of all you are men and might appreciate it. And the women I know, couldn't give a rat's ass about how to fix things. They, bless their otherwise wonderful minds, are allergic to any kind of home repair. They are in awe of how much I've learned to do since buying my house. It's is called survival of the fittest, or otherwise known as if-you-don't-do-it-yourself-it-won't-get-done.
So there.
The next thing I would like to share with you, I will ask your permission first. But even before that I have to ask, because I just assumed it above in my happy door experience, and I wasn't really brought up that way, it just slipped out of my typing fingers, so I ask then, if we indeed are friends, albeit, ghostly-like Internet friends? Although it is highly unlikely we would ever meet in real life, but possible in all possible worlds, I believe that minds are pretty much opaque to others, and it doesn't matter whether these others are people one can touch in a "real" condition, or are those found in electronic space. So, given that, I ask again, before proceeding, whether you consider us friends? Reason I ask is that I would share further life events, that could be interesting,…or not, and if we are friends, you would abide what could appear to be ranting, although in reality, it would not be.
And with that, I will get on about the business of the day.
And I always will have Leefeller coffee, no matter what the brand, and that is the way it will be for the rest of m'life.
Can't stay very long, looking forward to the 22 though, put up the Xmas tree last evening, you know it is a little bit of the beauty of the world in our living room. Bad thing was killing a tree to do it. The festive are is here, now the days are so short the extra lights will be welcome.
She is writing up a storm on TD, enjoy reading all the comments first thing in the morn.
Short and sweet, got to head out.
Guess you heard about the shootings at the Christian Missionary Camp, well it seems the security guard said god told her to shoot the shooter, nice to know that god wasn't at the Popes on business at the same time. Interjecting a little religion talk just for the heck of it.
That great first cup of Peet's Holiday Blend
All right you guys, I just found how to make my computer speak to me! I have made it tell me time on the hour. It is a hoot!
Today I am basking in the thought of having no scaffolding on my stairs. You cannot imagine the thrill, even though it is as peculiar a thrill as one can get. We go for the little pleasantries in life. I can now pas de chat up and down without having to squeeze through all the architecture I had built with the satisfaction that I was even able to build it, given my lack of the Y-chromosome.
It is really cold today. My house does not have central heating/air. It is an old old, but truly wonderful house. Age is irrelevant when one is vigorous, young in mind, spirit and body. My philosophy about age is this: I am as old as the universe. Every molecule, every atom, every subatomic particle, quarks, squarks, snarks (ha), that makes up my being is as old as the universe. So is everyone else's being. Hence, we are all the same age, always. Even little babies and old old old old men, ha! The chronological age a convenient form existence imposes on us, and is in reality, fictional, a hypothetical construct that sometimes helps and sometimes hinders finding out exactly who and what you are.
So I do have room heaters that I adjust throughout the day using more or less gas as needed. Actually I save a lot of energy dollars that way. And I stay quite comfortable. The cost of installing central temperature control is completely offset by simply not being too lazy to make dialing warmer or less warm settings, and the cost of the energy would not be changed at any rate. I imagine if the attic were insulated that and that alone would affect the energy bills. That may be my next big expense as there would be other benefits besides temperature control. The roofer seems to have done, finally, a good weatherproofing job. No more leaks! That was especially important given a paid painter painted all the ceilings. Begorra, it tis indeed a fine day! Irish by an Italian can be most charming.
Lee, Alaska is almost 600,000 sq. miles and Texass is not quite 300,000. Do the math, former Marine you. But Alaska is a far, far more enlightened state (of mind as well as terrain). Yes, it is not how tall a man is or even how much hair he has or doesn't (I mean look at how beautiful Yul Brynner was! Course I haven't seen many since him). The fact that Hillary is not a man is not the problem. It is her political positions that waffle by shades as needed. But I don't find any of her nuanced views that interesting. But I have read Kucinich's and they are compelling, even to this reluctant Texan. I think Harry Truman was not that tall. And while tall is attractive, as in Abraham Lincoln, it is not a prerequisite for humanitarian insight.
If you are not familiar with mix music, Lee, don't be put off by Art of Noise. It's like an infection, in the Tolstoy way. It grows on one. I will listen to it again…today.
Going shopping today, maybe even for the Jesus freak side of the family. You know, women love to go shopping…
With a pack of chewing gum.
Hi all,
Good to hear from you AC. You three have helped put me back in the holiday spirit. Life is good and people can be so hope springs eternal.
We had a mixed bag weekend. We attended our son's first college holiday concert Friday night. We brought his grandparents and cousins with us. It was about as good a holiday present as we could imagine receiving. Excellent program, fine musicality from the ensemble and we could see and hear him at the various percussion stations throughout the performance. They opened with Sousa's "Liberty Bell March"; you might recognize it as the Monty Python Theme. They also performed "Sleigh Ride" and it was the best I've heard it live. Not quite the Boston Pops but damn good. The director had the good sense to include these selections that were readily recognizable by nearly everyone in the audience.
The Frau needed an emergency root canal on Saturday. Not to worry, she is recovering nicely. She spent Sunday watching me alternate between setting up and dismembering the supposedly repaired computer. The sound track to this was my cursing a blue streak very reminiscent of Darin McGavin in "A Christmas Story". I got big thumbs up and a few chuckles from the ever supportive but painfully lock-jawed Frau for various combinations of old expletive favorites. Long story short, the SOBs didn't fix the POS when I returned it. It still wont boot properly and a few other charming quirks like not recognizing the sound card. It does boot if the tower is lying on its side, lovely.
Is there anything better than getting to the end of a big project? She, you must feel exhilarated. And Lee it looks like a little synergy is taking root in your studio. Most of the great artists had people they could bounce ideas off and trade critiques with.
John Edwards it would seem has been lost in the sauce, what with Obama and Hillbillary going for the jugular. It wouldn't surprise me though if Algore ambushes the whole process with a late independent run. Something's up with Bloomberg too. Maybe VP for Obama? Drooliani didn't make any headway on with Russert yesterday. His business affairs are a mess no matter how he spins it. He's a mini Haliburton. Just my opine and I hope he and the other Repug front-runners continue to split the vote and lose traction. Let's hope no one shines the "light of gawd" on that "book of moron" AC, for Mitts sake. Come on Mitt; defend Joseph Smith's arrest record. Mitt spent last week pointing out that all Americans are equally delusional. How comforting. I'd love to hear Bush and Hillary give their takes on why Joseph Smith was thrown out of their Methodist Church. That would be priceless. But first an aid would have to inform Hillary that she is a Methodist and of course Bush would have to brush up on the pronunciation.
How about getting the Repugs to debate whether or not to develop a line of Jesus stem cells from the blood stains on the Shroud of Turin? Think of the possibilities. (Think of the stuttering.) I'm a Jesus, she's a Jesus, he's a Jesus, they're all Jesus, wouldn't you like to be a Jesus too? Too bad, the DNA is too old. We will just have to pray he comes back soon. That way he can save the world. Wait a minute, this is getting twisted.
I'm slowly making my way through "God is not Great". It's a terrific book and Hitchens is a fascinating son of a gun. It's a fast read but I just haven't had an hour to devote to it. Work is cranking up and there's a big year end push to make and ship product. I've got a couple double shifts coming this week. I'll do my best to keep up.
Eggnog
Reluctant Texan,
No such thing? I remember Texans in the service they were always arguing with the guy from Alaska that Texas was the bigger state. No reluctance there!
Saw your post on TD, that is Reluctant hesitant at it's upmost. Being leery is important, look what we got now?
Little gome? Now that is reluctant! Well, I respect what the man stands for, not how tall he stands, of course I am only 4 feet tall. (Not really) They always say the tallest man wins, now what will that mean with Hillary?
Funning you guys, gotta go.
Flax flakes and coffee
Hi Guys,
Glad to hear from you AC, don't scare the children. what do you mean they will grow out of Santa? I haven't!
She ordered "The Seduction of Claude Debussy" or did I order the "Art of Noise" from Amazon? ? Also ordered Hungarian Rhapsodies" Franz Liszt. Hey, I liked listening to Booker T so much while painting, I played his other album with his greatest hits, which I also enjoyed, some of the songs were the same though as on the Green Onions album, I think.
Hemi, was thinking of you while picking up a Xmas tree Saturday, also was remembering the "Christmas Story" AC makes a fine argument so I will blame it on him. FYI, I can call it end of short days tree. Now looking forward to the 22nd.
AC is a gluten for punishment, he reads anything he can get his hands on about religion, well someone has to do it. Has anyone seen the old testy letter to Dr. Laura? What a hoot! I only have a hard copy, but may write them to you guys as the days before Xmas, unless we can find it on the web?
Feeling real good right now, met a new artist and had a great meeting in my studio, plan on keeping it this way, so saganora, got to get ready for work.
Chicken soup,
PS: only two chickens left from the flock, no connection from the soup!
Greetings from Atlanta,
Just a little christmas card with angels and mangers and Santa and cats and a horse and John Lennon wishing you the best of the holidays. (JOYOUS_CHRISTMAS___so_pretty.pps) jehova witnesses don't believe in xmas so it must be alright to think that there should be a time of year when children reign supreme and fantasy can be a child's wonder. I am not the total cynic...I still think Santa lives in the North Pole and I am ok with that! I hope he's got swimming trunks because its going to get a might warm pretty soon.
We are Atheists, not smucks. Remember Bertrand Russel...l's admonishment to us all - don't scare the children and don't take away their wonderment. They'll grow out of Santa, but it's much harder to shed the jesus crap. Allow yourself to be a part of the celebration of the holidays. They are a welcomed relief from the struggle we face with all these people with such bad ideas. I have been reading the book of mormons and its time for Mitt to tell us about this Missouri garden of eden that jesus is coming to for 1,000 years. Let me assure you that this book is as Whack-o as the koran and the bible and maybe a little beyond.
Merry xmas from Atlanta. love, AC
My stairway has been rescued and the scaffolding has been removed after a month of creating the funniest obstacle course ever. Whew! It was quite a job just to take it all down. And I hope I never have to even think about painting another balustrade for the rest of my life! Of course I am not completely done upstairs. I just got that part done where, not being able to levitate or walk on water as Chauncy did in Being There, damn, I needed something to keep me up in the air to reach that incredibly high wall and the part of the railing that is inside the stairwell. It sounds complicated and it is just as hard to write it! However, it is over and now what else needs done can be done with much more physical ease. Will success spoil me? You bet it will.
It was lovely to finish that painting today while Glenn Gould's Bach album was wafting up the stairs. Even though he is gone from this earth, I think his treatment of Bach is unparalleled. He had a sensitivity to the music that is mystifying to say the least.
It is all the more wonderful to be able to mix one's life activities, one's work, art and music and philosophy with discussing the inanities of religion and the sobriety of politics with some exceptional e-people. It is so unlike the regular blogging bluster at TD and other CD articles. Thank you e-guys. And you are guys, go figure!
The Tin Man has been on for hours, three episodes, a strange bit of cinema that's for sure. But it is charming anyway. The girl says, "we… have… to… stay… together…" Then the monster men come and…
An unusual invitation came today from the Jesus daughter to spend Xmas Day with her and her family. I was pretty much knocked out of my chair since I am the heathen mother, doomed to burn in hell. Hooraayy for meeeeee! Do I get to see what it's like? Silly child doesn't know that hell goes where heaven goes and that is nowheresville. Oh well, I will bite my tongue for as long as I can and then when I can't I will make a hasty retreat to my truck and zoom on home to Raja the cat, who never ever argues religion with me. He knows better. He is an enlightened cat. And I swear, he does levitate. It will be pleasant anyway and in spite of her capitulation to the insanity that seems to be ruling the world, I love her. She's my kid and it is most curious how she came to be the Jesus freak. A secret life, she's had. But that is okay, she may have a secret about her life if that is what makes her able to live happily. We can usually have what we want out of life except in the case where external events unwantedly impact our lives. I've been told there are things simply not in our control. But I think we are most often complicit in one way or another in what happens to us. Waking up to existence is not for everyone, I suppose. But if you do, it can be seen that life is a very wonderful thing to have fallen into and without the mental crutches of religion. The implication is that I have awakened. I will be able to have some time with her sons, my four grandsons, who are not really grandsons inasmuch as she has undermined any interaction between them and me and as a result, they and I do not know each other. They don't know what they are missing! But somehow she has overcome her revulsion of my unbelief and wants to spend some time together. She even said she loved me. It really brought flowers to my heart. Whatever, I will have a nice dinner without having had to cook it, ha! As all my friends know, I will go for a good meal anytime. Now isn't that cynical? I already said that was my middle name. No, that was Cryptic.
The Reluctant Texan,
She
Baked Ziti with Italian Sausage, salad with balsamic dressing, and a cup of Rooibos tea.
Such a good menu, such a good life.
P.S. Lee, I have pretty much come around to Kucinich. See the latest posts between Ernest and me at the Ron Paul forum. I think the little gnome hasn't a rat's ass chance with a piece of Velveeta cheese in a rattrap, but I'll do what my inimitable personage can do. Why go with reality? Nobody else does.
What's going on here? Sorry, will have to wait til later to see if full post shows up. If not then will repost again, FOR THE THIRD TIME! CD has gone bonkers. It's a bit retarded.
Oops, finger slipped, post gone. Haha anyway…weird things happening with computer. This might not come out right… oh well, will fix later.
You had to go and say the nasty words, didn't you Hemi, "Romney and Juckabie, or was that Hucksterbee, or Huckabee?" All one and the same those latter three.
Romney: what an ass, an asshole, a hole in the head, a head in the toilet, a toilet personality, am I ranting? Sorry. And I wasn't even going to post today! Yikes.
Raja sings with me when I whistle, it is more than a hootenanny.
If you want to see something that will knock you out, take a look at an original Brahms' score for one of his symphonies.
Lee, regarding how I approach…my art:
Shenonymous (I) hang(s) on to everything a normal person would throw out: plastic green dog toys, lost dominoes, grocery store receipts, old keys to whatever locks they go to is forever lost, dolls-baby, Barbie, Ken, it doesn't matter, bits of strange cloth, rusty old square nails, small Tonka trucks…How does She know this stuff could be art? How does She know this stuff could not be art? Ah…the rub. I'll find the horse anatomy pictures and send them soon.
Okay, okay, now you must listen to me. I have an album by the Art of Noise. You must get it. Both of you. It is "The Seduction of Claude Debussy…(It's all in the Mind)." And it is similar to the War of the Worlds that AC implored me to hear. But this is all about beauty, love, and art and not about the desolation and ugliness of war regardless of how bewitching Richard Burton's narration. This album, also narrated, is one you must listen to a few times to get what is really going on. You have to read the little booklet that comes with the CD (the print is too small though and I have eyestrain from trying to read it, I am going to enlarge it on my amazing fax, copier, printer machine). Most of the music is mix with some remarkable vocals. It is simply beautiful with its theatrical narration. Even the bit of hiphop that happens on the number Metaphor on the Floor. It reminds me of the hiphop on the album from the movie The Truth About Charlie, Fortress Europe, by Asian Dub Foundation, a fantastically hype stormy hiphop. Anyway to get back to the Seduction of Claude Debussy, it fits right in with the idea of cross-arts involvement, between music and visual art. A tribute to synesthesia. A true ballet of the mind trip. Both of these pieces of art (Yes, and Art of Noise) need to be absorbed slowly in a leisurely way and you will be the recipient of beauty. I guarantee it. A rarity in this current world of horror and terror, the world of Colonel Kurtz.
I think Romney is a big clot.
Habana nice day. This was a salutation always given to me by a college buddy from Cuba. He always made me laugh.
Frutti tutti
Talking about bad coffee, when I used to work at the farm advisors, occasionally we would go to a ranch out in the boonies and visit the rancher or farmers and sometimes they would invite us in for coffee. Well we went to the old ranch farm house, still had the old horse tying hitch in front and you could see it was still used. Big old two story monstrosity, old as the hills and looking it. We were invited in for a cup of coffee and to discuss farm advising. My hopes were up for a good cup of coffee and maybe some home made pie. Well my choice was instant coffee or postum. And all these stories about cowboy coffee?
Green Onions has always been one of my favorites, be fun to try a pastel with the sound and see were it goes.
Hemi, I believe you had to be there, somehow the web dost not support stand up jokes. Maybe five sheets to wind would help? The whole stand up comic thing has to do with timing and pace and of course the comic. Talking about the pope, whatever happened to Father Suduchi (spelling) ?
She please send me the horse pictures, the last one you sent was helpful. Regarding timing and pace, since I have started working I find it hard to keep up with youse guys, I will try my bestist.
Real Coffee, not wash water coffee,
Hey Dolly,
Saw your Amazon plug. On reading it I "had a cow" enabling me to eat locally raised beef and thus slowing the depletion of the rainforest. Happy now Ho Tai?
I had a little brain fart for a second, couldn't remember what I had to say but now...
Did I ever tell you about my friend who is half black and half Japanese?
Wait for it......
Yeah, every December 7th he attacks Pearl Bailey!
Ba dump bump!
Alright already, so it's a little dated. I was a little dated once at least that's what the police report read. But seriously folks how about that presidential race? They shoot horses don't they? Don't get me started!
Goodnight everybody, remember to tip your waiters. I'll be appearing here in the lounge all week. Try the veal! (Saw Billy Crystal's "Mr. Saturday Night" again. See what I did there? You were expecting here but I took you there. That's how you do the comedy. Do I know funny, or what?)
Veal
Just a couple more inspiring words..
If you go to this website you will find a fascinating article right in time for my holiday.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/earth/main.jhtml?xml=/earth/2007/10/15/scistars115.xml
Also the Galaxy Zoo.org is a fantastic site to gain and infinite number of cosmic insights.
But here at this sight is one of the ways I get off on Winter Festival Time:
file:///Users/merriemartino/Desktop/WInter%20Solstice/Winter%20Solstice%20pictures%20-%20Alban%20Arthu...
click on the thumbnails to see a bigger version
Also, just for the hell of it, listen to Vivaldi's Four Seasons, Winter, and I sit and wonder what he was thinking as he wrote it. How across time I could gain a peek at his thought processes. Dolly Lama speaking…
Bye for now, SCM
Lee, you might want to see the new movie out, Romance and Cigarettes. Marriages can be salvaged, it just takes some work. And the rest of one's life can be very happy and satisfactory. My Xmas present to you. I'd even pay for the tickets (for you and wifey).
The Compass is a definite see soon.
Okay, now I've gone and done it. My bad. I've made a rather hysterical comment at the CommonDreams article on the Amazon rain forest continuing destruction. I can't help laughing at my own perverse nature. Somebody's gawd is sure to do me in.
Hemi, you must be a script writer for Jon Stewart! I can't stop laughing at your colorful description of a mythical me on the Texass highways. I, not Shenonynonynonymous, exist somewhere between the Dolly Lama and the rockin truck driver. Don't worry about the students. They did love me a lot. Even gave me the best on-campus review ever. That was then, this is now. I know, very cryptic, but that is my middle name: Shenonymous Cryptic Meticulous
I will check out Kucinisuchit. Just laughing some more guys. Have you ever heard of Ho Tai? He is my constant companion.
Some go fishin', I goes a paintin' woodwork. I jes love the paintin' I'm in.
I have been drinking the Dunkin Donuts coffee in honor of my dad who went every single day to Dunkin Donuts in Pittsburgh, South Side and had his coffee and donuts. Yeah, you are right Hemi, it's kind of uh.
Thanks for sharing your Xmasthings Lee and She. You've both inferred it comes down to people being the important factor and that is what I struggled to say making my case.
Medaglia d'Oro (Gold medal) is available here in the supermarket. Worth a try. We've been buying Dunkin' Donuts brand and even that is tasting rather non-descript lately. Maybe our taste buds simply need a change, cleanse the palate so to speak. Olfactory fatigue of a sort.
"Alright there Mario Andretti, where's the fire?" "My stars officer, did you perceive I was speeding? I'm not surprised your instruments were giving false readings. That's a common phenomena when the winter solstice approaches. You see the solstice causes shifts in the earth's gravity that can significantly increase the downward force of my foot on the gas pedal not to mention the "Petty factor" which was confirmed on Mythbusters during episode 28. In a nutshell they proved the tendency for an automobile to travel faster when the driver was exposed to guitar based rock and roll." "OK you can go Captain Kirk but let's keep it under warp speed and turn down the CD player."
One minute it's like "Hello Dolly Lama" and the next you're "rockin' down the highway" like a thrill seeking teenager. You're a pistol She and that's a great thing. I bet your students love you.
Pancakes today.
Check out the Kucinich post on TD, he is really quite good. The only one that makes sense and has to force himself to be heard, otherwise he is ignored and pushed to the side by the selected front runners. Gravel has already been cast aside.
Coffee and politics
Leefeller, you must look more closely. The parties are not the same. There is just an appearance and appearances are not the truth. Dig deeper and you will see that at the underlying philosophies, each party is diametrically different. Some of the candidates "sound" similar because of political avarice, but as a thinking human being, you must penetrate the appearances. Not to worry, the differences will surface loud and clear as time ticks on toward the election. This is just the rodeo stage. You are absolutely right about special interests and we the people must not allow the covert pressure to steal our real value away. Those covert pressures will be revealed by those who are watching, and they are watching as we breathe. Some of what you are talking about will not be eradicated because it is the nature of politics and has been since the cave. There were power grabs there too made by making alliances. History is replete with such stories, to wit "The Prince," by Machiavelli. You must not detest politics. It is how we are civilized, even though at times it doesn't look as though the candidates are. I believe you are right about Kucinich, but how to get him elected will be the very big challenge. If there is no national draft of him, I have to go with Edwards, I think, as John Travolta would say, "I'm so confused!"
Today was fascinating. I had to go into Lake Worth, to go shopping and to see the doctor, listening to Mayall's Jacksboro Highway among others by Clapton, Petty (who is going to play for the Superbowl), et al, while I drove the Jacksboro Highway forth and back for about 84 miles. It was a hoot, as I drive as fast as I can get away with. Nary a cop around, so hit it at 85+ at times. Wild ride of Missy Toad. I think I pissed off at least one guy. I need to drive more slowly. On the way to Dr. appointment I stopped for lunch at a great small café, El Soliel, near the Denver Trail turn off, and had a darling encounter with Corey, the waiter, who decorates cakes on the side, ha! I made a comment about how good the coffee was, and as he was telling me how important it is to make good coffee in a really clean pot, his boss lady came by and said, "Corey you haven't been using my imported coffee have you to make coffee for the customers?" Sheepishly Corey said, "well…" Turns out he was using the Italian Medaglia d'Oro imported coffee, which is why it tasted sooooo good. He did not really apologize for using it claiming "if you are going to make coffee, you should make it as good as you can." I only benefited from his coffee craze, being as crazy over it as he (and you), ha again!
The Xmasthing. As I grew up a few years ago, with the kids gone, I mean really gone and far away, I just didn't have any pizzazz over getting the tree and all the decorations out just for myself. I totally enjoyed the time off from work and got a lot of stuff done that always was waiting its turn, if you know what I mean. You all have enough people around that the decorating thing and falderal can still be fun, and that is great family camaraderie. It can be a very family cementing event. Lots of love goes around. I miss the ambience but have cognized that it just doesn't fit with my non-beliefs and I have a very hard time being a hypocrite. So I, and my friend, have adopted something that is more meaningful, the universe. We do have our "get" together albeit by telephone, but that is the way things are. It's a long way from Portland to North Texas. I suppose if there were more human beings around here besides my lofty beasty cat, we would do more. The Xmas sentimentality has just gone out of existence for me I guess. The commercialization of it is "omninpresent" and insidiously disgusting. I can be sentimental over other things. The neat thing is… December 22 comes before the 25th, Ha, with a capital H. Some good music, words from a friend, some wine, a bit of good home cooking (and there is no doubt, I am a great cook, jes aks m'kids) aaahh….what a good life!
Yup, today was interesting, and I did my politic thang on TD Ron Paul. I will discuss more with youse guys tamarra. It is the most interesting election since I don't know, uh Goldwater and Johnson? Now there were two of the scummiest politicians ever lived. Oh there's probably been a few others.
More African red bush tea tonite, Let's hear it for Rooibos, I needs mah beauty sleep.
Thanks Leefeller,
I did give the Christmas deal more attention than was necessary. I just felt compelled to let you know more of what my situation is. Apologizing I suppose for not being hard line if that makes sense. I should know better, you folks have never hammered me for my choices.
Love that movie too Lee. They play it 24 hours on one of the cable stations here. "You'll shoot your eye out!" and "It's a major award!" and "Fa ra ra ra ra!" It's a piss.
She, I admit to not doing my homework on the candidates. I did hear a portion of Romney's speech on how we are "one nation under God" today. My take, he's not much of a Mormon or a moron. He was born into it and never pulled the plug. He's a politician and they need a religious affiliation and his just happened to be the lamest of the lame. Like all of them he's just playing the game and was dealt the weakest religious hand.
I went to the Edwards site and it states that he is for equal rights for same sex couples. It says he supports "civil unions" and that's a lot better than nothing. It also reiterates his backing the workingman. We will never get everything we want unless we cut and paste as you suggested earlier. So far I'm leaning toward Edwards.
I've seen a lot of Huckabee this week. I've seen enough. He's a religious fundamentalist nut-job. He states that his faith is his life and the center of all of his decisions. He's anti-gay and pro-life to a fault. Who the f*** isn't pro-life? I'm simply pro-life at every stage not just the fetal. Everybody loves babies, nobody cares about teenagers. Does anybody think that abortion is a preferred method of birth control? Huckster is also going to continue fighting the battle against stem cell research. Enough said, he's got a sweet smile but it fronts an empty head.
That's all I got tonight folks. To be continued...
Polotico, for me is the essence of a root canal. My knowledge is my opinion, formed from my perceptions. So, my opinion is both political parties are the same, I believe I already mentions the two drunks fighting the comment was from Abe Lincoln?
Special interests, I feel they have undue influence on our so called representatives. We the people have little say, except in maybe our votes. Since most people are uninformed and down right ignorant, you see what we get.
All the stuff from TD, has made things a little more difficult, for instance the Jewish lobby and anti Jewish lobby crowd seem to focus on one thing only, a successful lobby. My opinion is all special interest lobbies should be banned from the halls of congress.
Cronyism is a regular handicap in politics, for some reason it is accepted and used on a regular basis, nepotism which we have in our local politics seems to be prevalent, but I have not noticed it at the federal level? Oh, wait, the Bushes, the Kennedy's, the Clintons, well that is sort of nepotism.
All the above may show were I am coming from, so now we look at the presidential potentials, it is quite simple, for truth, honesty, integrity I feel Kucinish is hands down the most unobligated to special interests, maybe with Gravel and Ron Paul. Paul is out for his lack of women's rights.
As far as Hillary, Obama and Edwards, I can only say they provide nothing new but business as usual. So we get to choose from the best of the worst again. Special interests are connected to them by the hip.
My opinions may not help you, only because they are opinionated. I do detest politics with a passion, guess that goes with out saying. Our politicians are sold to the highest bidder.
Must admit my job today could have made the TV program Americas most dirty jobs, so again I am tried, but feel good that I was able to handle it.
The Holiday thing is family fun for us, and has more to do like a rehash of Thanks Giving and nothing about religion, except I enjoy setting up the tree? Again I like the fun of it, and have no religious connections, well maybe, except the Santa thing, which is all in fun. Not sure I follow why you feel the need not to celebrate Xmas?
Hemi, your church past seems to have driven you to over response, not sure I understand why you feel the need to deprive yourself of the festive occasion? Actually I may be lucky, that my folks were not religious to any degree, but we always enjoyed Xmas. If you ever watched the Christmas Story about the Redrider BBgun, those were very similar to my Xmas as a kid, in the movie I do not remember any religious stuff, except for some songs?
Rambling here, so I will stop here, guys enjoy the holidays in your own ways, use them to enjoy life. Getting long of wind here, so reheated chili and red wine
She,
That solstice site is very cool. I had previously read on a number of the myths and traditions associated with it. This was all entwined with my investigation of the Christian traditions starting with Constantine blending his heavily pruned Christianity with Sol Invictus and Mithraism. I have a sister whose birth date is the winter solstice and so I've always been at least mildly aware and interested. I'm the last one out of the building on many winter nights. When I hit the cold and blackness of the parking lot having barely seen the sun all day I am very much in tune with what my European ancestors must have experienced. The emotions are so conflicting. The drudgery of a dreary, near sunless day. Then confronted with the crisp cold night, with thin wispy clouds whipping across a clear sky and of course Orion and all the stars so prominent and reassuring. The winter night makes me feel alive. It almost makes me feel like I should be sleeping all day, up all night.
With gardening you get more in tune with the summer solstice, just thought I'd throw that out there. It's critical when starting seeds for either getting flowers to bloom at the appropriate time or getting veggies to set fruit and ripen before fall. I'm always a little more distraught with the end of summer and the growing season than with the onset of winter.
I don't know about celebrating the solstice. I'll remain open, I've celebrated far lesser events. I've had party animal moments but I'm typically much tamer than my rants. This topic has made us re-evaluate what we'll do for the holidays. The Frau and I were the torchbearers for the family you see. Everybody else in the family were/are Christmas/Easter Catholics at best. We don't see our personal change as a reason to bust balls and that's what it would be. The older folks haven't had to confront this and it's not our place to upset their applecart. Our families were religious but not that fervent. (They showed up for the music!) If it comes up we'll talk. And it already has on a couple of occasions. I think things will evolve. What do they say, "Time wounds all heels"?
The younger family members will follow us to some extent as they have in the past. They all know we attended every Sunday and holy day for 30 or so years. For the most part the rest attend when they feel obligated to do so on holidays etc. With them it's more social pressure than religious fervor. Make an appearance for the neighbors kind of thing. (Never pressure from us mind you. No pressure even on our own kids once they hit their teens.) They all know our misgivings with the church and now they know we don't and wont attend. That's enough for now. We'll keep the family stuff, that's not religion driven. It's not a religion driven family to begin with. We were the culprits.
We're coming to grips with the holidays to be sure, you know it's the first time on the secular side of the fence for us. So we've eliminated the religious guilt. We've never been caught up in the runaway consumerism but that was more out of cash shortage than choice in the past. We exchange gifts but it's always been under control. If we can, why not do something for one another? That's more secular than religious. There's a lot of good in the secular add-ons. You know the "peace on earth, good will toward men" business was not Biblical. And having a set couple of days to gather is also not a bad thing, especially with the way families and friends are spread today. Now if we could convince the corporate bastards to adopt the "12 days of solstice", we would really have something. But until they do I'm not giving back a day off. That's not very noble but so be it.
Weddings? That's one of the things we did and maybe will do again She. Hey, that's great news from your doctor. You should be proud; it takes a lot of will power. The "This Old House" stint is likely helping too. You're going into the solstice and the new year a little better than you were. That's a good goal for us all.
Cerveza "Sol" for Solstice?
Tomorrow is Pearl Harbor Day. I was so indoctrinated with that date starting with the 50s that it is probably as a big date in my mind as my own birthday! Good grief, how we humans can be so easily programmed.
I haven't sent Edwards any money, I don't have much to send anyway, but I will send something to someone's candidacy when I finally decide who is the best candidate. Guess Ernest Canning would like to hear that, too. He is making a big case for Kucinich. It is a difficult thing, especially after listening to the Iowa debate the other day. My mind keeps teeter tottering three ways. Kucinich, Obama, and Edwards. A couple of people on the Ron Paul TD forum are promoting a couple of the candidates, but so far I still cannot decide. But since yesterday I've heard a few issues that Edwards states his political position that I have to mark off against him. Edwards, along with Clinton and Obama support universal health care coverage and does not give due thought to single payer health coverage. I think universal coverage invites the corporate world to exert more control over a subsidized system. Next, I am wary about his flip flop on the China trade agreement, having voted for it, he now rues his vote because of all of the horrible quality control China imposes on its manufacturers and as a result are sending dangerous products to the US. His support of NAFTA is problematic as well and his tenacious and unmitigated stand on gay marriage. While I am not gay, I am in support of gay rights. Maybe that is not the popular view among heteros, but I think the gay community contributes a whole lot to the American culture, in the military, in business, in the arts, and in the government's coffers by way of the taxes they pay, which are substantial given they usually make high salaries in their usually professional careers. So much for the gays. Also about my pet peeve, I don't like Edwards' view on illegal immigration either, but then the only one I do agree with on that one is Joe Biden, who it appears doesn't have a rat's ass chance to take the nomination. On the other hand, Edwards stands with labor and so do I. Many of my family men were laborers in Pennsylvania, the steel mills, the mines, etc., and they would not have been able to provide for their families if it hadn't been for the unions as corporations would have exploited them more than was unconscionable. As for Kucinich, I have a big question mark regarding his electability against a Republican.
So I guess the illegal immigration issue will have to be left up to congress to fix.
So Hemi, you raised the question about Edwards, what say you about these candidates? How about you Lee? Come on, give us an answer. I am willing to listen to any reasonable critique. Leefeller, if you aren't liberal (as you mentioned to nf), where do you stand?
Thank you for the world music link. I have a couple of albums from a Senegalese group Orchestra Baobab. I just love their sound. I've been reading a fairly comprehensive dissertation paper on music theory whether music is logical or physical, and the effects of music, physical and psychological. Making a distinction between sound and music and ways to create form. I am mainly interested in these topics because of the notion of cross-artistic production that more or less was brought up by the renewed interest in cognitive science. specifically synesthesia. You should be very proud of your music major son. One of my best friends from California has a son who also is a music major and plays gigs like weddings, etc. to make money while he is in school. She is the one that teaches piano so I imagine it runs in the family much as it does in yours. My mom sang and taught me to sing too. A family thing again. Yes it is the rhythms and percussive beats in the Graceland album that so affects me and I listen intently to the African undercurrent beat that runs through the whole album.
I am also reading more about the synesthesia effect and creativity in visual art, which has some implications for what both Lee and I do.
I know dental work is expensive, but guys…take care of your teeth as you will need them when you are older.
The Solstice: I wouldn't stay up to the wee hours to sense it coming in. It would be an all day thing (like the Xmasthing). It is for me and I make a special dinner and watch the sunset or grey sky whatever happens to be there. Lee you are such a party animal! I bet Hemi is too.
Yeah, gotta go, not much painting today, appoint with endocrinologist, sugar doctor. Seems like I'm doing incredibly well, even lowered meds! Effects from all of this f***n house business! Ha
Fasting for tests, nothing good to eat till this evening! Not even coffee...
Hey guys,
Like the idea She, but Hemi has to be up with the bats he is on the east coast, I have it easy 10:08 pm. When I first saw this I thought it was in the morning, but now the wine sounds better, small glass it will be.
Moon Pine Wine
Maybe this is a weird idea, and I hope you take it in the spirit it is given. I have not gone bonkers! It has nothing to do with anything occult as I am definitely not into that in the least. Hemi and Lee, I think you said you had recently ended your belief in religion. With that the various religious holidays which used to be a very big deal also had to go. It kind of leaves a bit of a vacuum for those who practiced their religion for a long time, even if not actually missed. Regardless, if it is all right with you, I would like to offer you an alternative. Let it be a small gift from me. A very brief bit of my history with this holiday. As I do consider it a holy day. And the only one I really celebrate. I sort of celebrate the planet. My best friend who now lives in Portland, Oregon while I live in Texas used to live closer in Southern California and we made this a special day with dinner and gifts because we both gave up Christmas and all that implies. Now that we live thousands of miles apart, we continue to have a bit of fun. We always call one another on that day, which changes slightly from year to year to wish each other a beautiful life, avere una bella vita. It has such a nice ring to it. And we have a glass of wine while we talk. It has become our tradition. I even started to call my family. What I'd like you to consider celebrating is the Winter Solstice as a holiday. It will occur Saturday, Dec. 22, 2007, at precisely 1:08 A.M. EST, see the chart below for your area — the beginning of winter in the Northern Hemisphere and summer in the Southern Hemisphere. It should be a joyous holiday actually for your whole family because it is the beginning of the suns climb towards renewal in spring and finally summer. The whole family could be included even if they don't know or completely understand what is going on. It is just a special day. Along with this holiday, I would like to send you a couple of CDs called Sunday Morning Coffee recorded by Manheim Steamroller of the Christmas music fame. But because you guys love coffee so much, it seems appropriate that you have a kind of soft music festival on Saturday morning of the solstice. I'll raise a cup and listen too. A kind of mythical gathering from different points in the country. A different way of Being. Again, if it is all right, I will make copies of the CDs because I can't really afford albums. But they will be just as good. I will contact you through Lee's blog email, again.
This is a website where you can find some interesting information about solstices. Who knows, maybe you already do this????
http://www.candlegrove.com/solstice.html
Winter Solstice 2007: Dec 22, 6:08 am Universal Time
Be sure to adjust for your time zone:
EST: Dec 22, 1:08 am
CST: Dec 22, 12:08 am
MST: Dec 21, 11:08 pm
PST: Dec 21, 10:08 pm
And raise a glass of wine!
Lee I'm sending you a horse head at your blog email. With the story attached to it. And right, I've only bought one album through Napster. I don't like not having a hard CD either. I always buy from Amazon where you can get really good prices for used that are not really used. I don't quite get that but it works for me. I am a thrifty gal.
Gotta go now, hot Rooibos tea. Politics tomorrow.
Hey you heretics,
My Royal crown experience was most fulfilling. Every time I get a shot of something to ease the pain, my pain is not eased, so they had to pull out the heavy duty stuff and did it twice, before it started to work. Pain is not my thing, now I know some people enjoy pain, but I prefer other things I much rather enjoy. Actually good news, my dentist said my other fillings only have to be replace, in stead of crowned, so in the long run I will save some money. She really did a great job, no soreness and I got to work on Lady Godiva this afternoon.
You know Lady Godiva is looking real good, but the horse is another story, if I post my unfinished work on the web, I will have to cover up the horse's head with a big red X. Boy horses are hard, but my biggest problem is I have never really looked at a horse as close as a woman. Suppose this means I am healthy and alive, but as an artist I need to look at animals for painting. I will get it, the challenge is on. Now that I think of it I painted two donkeys a while back and they came out not to bad, I screwed up the back ground though.
It was nice to get the day off from work, but back to the meat grinder tomorrow.
Heard on PPS this evening, that DaNang was a real toxic place for Dioxins, something like 300 times the accepted level, great news since I was stationed their for 13 months. They were saying the fish have not returned and many things will not grow. This was on the north end of the runway, not sure which end of the runway I was on, seems like we were on the East side?
She, Gravel is a gadfly? Really think we need to look closely at Kucinich, because his wife is hot. Actually I am beginning to believe it will not make any difference, money will win again. I agree with you I lean toward Edwards, then Obama then Richards, then Hookerbe, then I give up. I still maintain it will not make any difference in the long run, the people are screwed. Me the cynic.
Hemi, tried to hook up with the music site from N,Geo, but it did not work well, I will try again. She had some time on my hands today, so I tried out Napster, it was fun. Now you still do not purchase anything from them? If you are like me I would rather have a hard CD in my hot little hands.
Okay, need to get on down the road.
Hot pepper soup and crackers.
Hey Lee,
I've had ongoing dentist appointments with the same kind of deal. Old fillings going out, posts going in, crowns going on, what a racket. You just don't know what to believe. The thing is I can't ignore it, there's nothing worse than trouble with your feet except trouble with your teeth. My guy has me lined up for work seemingly into the 2010's, that rat bastard. I tell his secretary that I don't have dental insurance and she looks at me like I've got two heads. That's what happens when you're near the bottom of the income bracket for the area you live in. Could be worse. But the attitude is unbelievable. "Oh you can just charge it and get it all done at once." I'm thinking "What the f*** are you smoking lady?" Not that I don't charge things at times but it seems nobody has any limits or restraint. But I digress as is typical...
She, that's all part of the "World Music" explosion. We've always had bits and pieces of the more "exotic" ethnic music creep into our pop music. We've just reached a point where there is enough interest to investigate these styles fully. I'm sure it has much to do with air travel and the spread of ethnic peoples in recent decades. Where once we had mainly the abundant European groups now we have added pockets of Caribbeans, Africans, Asians, South Americans and more in numbers sufficient enough to bring their cultural influences into our mainstream. You've been listening to Paul Simon and "Graceland". Perfect example of injecting these ethnic styles into pop music. Simon is continuing to explore that and always had that leaning. Listen to the old Simon and Garfunkel song "Cecilia".
With Africa and Asia you have ethnicities that link back most directly to the earliest civilizations. The first instruments for communicating over long distances and then making ceremonial music were drums of some sort. Beating something to create sound was very practical. So in the beginning there was likely plenty of rhythm but not much in the way of pitch. You could dance to it but nobody went away humming the tune. I remember back to the Weissmuller/Tarzan movies and the jungle drums were always there. He would stop, cup his ear, listen to what the drums said, do his chest beating holler, the elephants would stampede and everybody lived happily ever after in a split level tree house. The use of drums was likely one of the few authentic elements of those movies.
Our son is a music major, a percussionist. First chair at that. (Much more talent than I ever had.) He is what was described back in the early days of jazz as a "natural drummer". That's someone with a unique inner clock and uncanny coordination. He performs often on campus in what is called a "drum circle". This is a group of percussionists that are usually (but not exclusively) playing hand instruments. Typically they play djembes which are single drums of African origin very much like fat wooden congas. But congas, bongos and all kinds of bells, shakers and what have you can be used depending on what effect the group is trying to achieve.
Typically the group will follow one players' lead and produce a "base groove", a pattern that is roughly maintained at some level throughout the performance of the piece. (These pieces are largely free form and never repeated exactly the same. No written notation, just everybody winging it.) Then one by one the various players layer different patterns over that "base groove", they will also vary the groove and even solo over top of it. Very much like a classic theme and variations. African, South American, Asian and Native American inspirations for these groups and pieces are most common. I think that's a pretty good explanation of a "drum circle" but I'm using my own terminology, there might be more widely accepted terms.
These "drum circles" are a lot of fun to listen to and even more fun to participate in. Although you can wear out your hands and arms very fast if you're not a percussionist by trade. It's been something that has been gaining popularity as a past time, exercise and method of stress relief. You can imagine beating the hell out of something for a while will do that.
Here's a good link for some "world music".
http://worldmusic.nationalgeographic.com/worldmusic/view/page.basic/home
Hemi, quite by accident, which sometimes is the most exquisite way, I happened upon a CD, I don't know if you and Frau would like, but I had unknowingly made a double order of the same CD. It happens going west. When they came, I was surprised so I contacted the seller and he was amenable to an exchange. He had a small store on Amazon, so most of what he had was stuff I was not interested in, but then I found this jewel. It is called Ambient Africa. So I made the exchange for it. I actually listened to it first on Napster and really was taken with all the different rhythms, and I particularly noticed that natural percussion African music always has. That is really what amazed me was the fabulous rhythms and percussion. Guess drumming is what they are noted for. So no big surprise to those who are familiar with their music. Anyway, I thought I'd contribute my wonderful discovery. It is good music to work by too.
It reminds me in a way of the Alvin Ailey dance troupe. Now that is a great dance company. They take the breath away. I've seen them twice live and a few times on film (DVD). They are much more modern that is true, but they have captured the African aesthetic.
Just made a post to Open Parachute about the pope. If you are interested, it is at
http://openparachute.wordpress.com/2007/12/03/hoping-for-justice/
I'll have to check out the TD article soon too. I'm afraid I won't be able to stop myself from jumping into the cauldron.
Leefeller, think about porcelain crowns. They just never seem to wear out or break. They also seem to be impervious to damage. Check it out maybe.
Going off today into the wild blue yonder. Oh, I didn't mean your email but will sometime soon when I get my left/right brains together. Also want to get that painting done, finally. I wish there was some easier technique to do those balustrades.
I'm watching the squirrels eating the acorns on my deck, wish they would eat them all! Had a huge bumper crop this year. The pecans are better.
I don't get much time to read blogs lately ( am doing a complete remodel on California home - a real money pit) but have found one you may find interesting, www.halfsigma.com.
I just got this website in the email, I'm on the regular mailing list for Art Scene Cal. It is fantasmo. It even has a neat sound track to it.
http://www.bonsorte.com/bds/web-content/index.html
So happy your walks at work are becoming enjoyable, Lee. Walking can be so invigorating. I heard about the terrible storms in the Northwest. Good grief! I thought our 60mph winds were bad here on the prairie. Always losing shingles. The roofer and I have a thing going on, hahaha, only kidding.
Leefeller, I didn't think you had any problem whatsoever getting into your painting. Not with the way you talk about it. I think Hemi and I just want to give you more encouragement, as you are our ethereal buddy.
I made a thorough global search on the Ron Paul forum and was not able to find the Amy Goodman whore comment. Must have been elsewhere. I'd sure like to find it. I'll throttle the guy. You know me.
I appreciate your comments about house painting, Lee. It's not so bad. It's more the prep that takes so much time and I'm a bloody perfectionist. I am always cutting out bad spots and replastering. Taping so I don't mess the wall when I paint the woodwork. Masking the floor around the banister/railing business so I can keep the wonderful original red oak flooring paint free. I don't have to do any ceilings. My kids paid for a pro to come in and do it. My ceilings downstairs are 11 feet high and they didn't want me up on a tall ladder, ha, that's the way to get things done. Just threaten the kids. Oh well, it tells me they love me. And besides the ceilings look great! But I am doing all the walls. It's good for me to stay active and keeps me in shape. Well today I took a break from the house and just took care of myself. Lazed around and listened to the debate in Iowa. I was glued to the radio. It was the greatest, really. The candidates were very articulate and I was interested in their every word. I even took notes. I am still caught by Edwards' brand of political rhetoric, they all have it you know.
House was a repeat but I loved it anyway. Loved the way he figured out the guy had the bends. And no! I did not watch the Victoria Secret fashion show!
Got my Yo-yo Ma album in the mail today. Can't wait for tomorrow to play it whilst I finish those balustrades. I will make great strides, f'sure. When this is over, I am in my studio too. I am so excited. I have so many projects waiting. I wish I could somehow share them with you both. Does your blog have an email address? I could send some images.
I'll deal with the poopy pope tamarra.
Hot chocolate for tonite
Hemi,
Enjoyed the rant, though I am really tired this evening, dragging my butt and your tangent was just right sort of like the three bears right. Glad you saw the Pope TD article, I was going to mention it to you, did I? Memory is the second thing to go.
Commander Cod piece and his delusional destruction of life on this planet, may exceed the many deluded morons before him. You remember the movie Blazing Saddles, and they were talking about the towns people. That line was so great. Something like the towns people you know they are you know, in unison "Morons" out of context, but I love it anyway. My delusional fun for the day.
Mona Lisa took twenty something years to make, the way I am going my Lady Godiva may be the same. I really miss my time to paint, just to tired this evening. Such is life.
Just got notice TD has some posts on Ron Paul, She has been rattling around their, need to check it out.
All for now. Hemi, enjoyed your rant, it brought a smile in me mind.
Scrimshaw followed by cab.
Hi guys,
I wish no one harm but if the ditsy British teacher had been beaten or executed by the Sudanese I think the world might have snapped out of the moderate Muslim fantasy.
I saw the TD article on the Pope attacking atheism. I think the Pope is a little late sticking his gnarly finger in the dike. Every time he opens his mouth Catholicism loses traction and he loses credibility. Not unexpected and a very good thing. Most of the responses on TD were forgettable rehashes. The one thing in the Poops favor is that atheists are not a solidified group that can be insulted, rise up and demand a retraction like moderate Muslims. Not that any of his current critiques required retraction they were so groundless and unintelligible. Doubletalk nonsense should have been delivered ala pre-Vatican II Latin to avoid most of the embarrassment. I think the majority who read it must think "What the f*** is he talking about?"
The Pope's new blathering is entitled:
"ENCYCLICAL LETTER SPE SALVI
OF THE SUPREME PONTIFF BENEDICT XVI
TO THE BISHOPS, PRIESTS AND DEACONS
MEN AND WOMEN RELIGIOUS
AND ALL THE LAY FAITHFUL
ON CHRISTIAN HOPE"
Catchy, don't you think? It starts:
""SPE SALVI facti sumus"—in hope we were saved, says Saint Paul to the Romans, and likewise to us (Rom 8:24)."
Is there anything better than a nut-job quoting an historical nut-job? I am certain Benny is a man of hope. He hopes to retain control of his crumbling Roman empire. (If there ever was a Jesus he would have laughed his ass off at that. "Roman? You mean the people that hung me out to dry? Caesars' hometown? You're fucking with me, right? Pops agreed to that? Oh that is precious!") Benny hopes the collection baskets do no become as empty as his promises. He hopes the next Pope (God forbid) will be the one that gets his ass kicked by the formerly faithful after admitting "Bdeee, bdeee, bdeee, that's all folks!"
We continue to get church mailings; and we wont stop them because it's good to know what they're up to and it's a hoot to boot. We got an email this week from the "Diocesan Director of Communications". I think the subtitle for that post is "Bishop's Bigmouth Lackey". Well this woman apparently has her sphincter in a knot over the movie "The Golden Compass". I'm sure you've heard of the controversial plot and I can't tell you how happy this makes me. The Diocese is riled at the bad light this fantasy throws upon the Roman Catholic Church. Wowser! You would think the movie contained priests committing sex crimes against children with the Church's higher ups being complicit in a cover-up. Oops, that would have been more of a documentary. The email is laughable. "The lady doth protest too much, methinks."
This email is just one of many signs the "Church" is in its death throes. I can imagine emails like this one (if not this exact email) must be circulating around the country. "The Da Vinci Code" was similarly damned and then was found to be rather tame by everyone that saw it. I can only imagine that the film studio must be licking their chops at the good fortune of being a whipping boy for the RCC. And just in time for Christmas. Joy!
To end my rant on the delusional among us, I turn to the Bushman. You've all heard the intelligence reports. Iran nuclear capability? Not so much. Great news. And so the Comic In Chief has a hissy fit. "Damn that intelligence, who needs intelligence?" He is claiming the Iranians have nuculer weapons of mass destruction. Maybe they do have "nuculer" weapons. What the f*** is a "nuculer" weapon?
Meatloaf and ketchup on a roll.
I was a huge fan of "This Old House", that was back in the Bob Villa days. The story lines back then would go something like "Today Norm will show you how to re-screen your screen door and Bob will show us the latest in tool belt design. All on today's episode of This Old House". It was easy to relate to.
I still watch but it doesn't have the same appeal. I think it's a decade overdue for a rename and I'm thinking "This Brand New, Ten Story, Multi-million Dollar Bungalow with Olympic Pool and Servants Quarters" with bungalow thrown in to maintain the quaintness. Now you get a program that starts: Richard Trethewey will be heading to Norway to preview the latest in energy efficient, self-contained, nuclear hot water heaters for our project and later Norm will put the finishing touches on the oak gargoyles for the balcony, Roger will be helicoptering in the 50 ft Norway spruce and finally Kevin will assist the homeowners in choosing the right tool for ritual Hari Kari having met with their lender. All on today's episode of "This Brand New, Ten Story, Multi-million Dollar Bungalow with Olympic Pool and Servants Quarters".
Coffee and a Kashi protein bar
Hey folks,
Had a late meeting last evening and when it really starts pouring here, my wildblue dish quits on me, so I am webless in the rain.
Hemi, Make it fun with the cave, I did. Walking at my job has become much more pleasant, learning to pace myself, take my breaks and slow down a little. This Norwegian, likes to fly thorough the work then goof off, believe it is a trait.
Thanks for the tips guys. She I usually do not have trouble getting started with my painting, I just go right into it? I will try the mediation advice to see if it helps with me creativity.
She, the moron that attacked Amy Goodman on TD may have been Neo Cretin. He called her a media whore, so the sexist comment was intended to keep everyone off topic. Attacking the messenger instead of the message, such a plan. It was close to the beginning of the article, may even have been on another TD Goodman article.
Feel for you, She, I only painted for 4 hours and hated every second of it. When I was younger I painted for extra money and really did not like it then, house painting, now it is even harder especially working overhead, reminds me of being in the military holding our rifles over our heads, same muscles anyway.
Need to find my fav, blues song, "Hole in the Wall"
Flax and more Flax
My cat is a mensch! If I go to live in a lesser "green" house? That is cryptic. He is not a chesshire, but he does grin. He will never change under any condition. He is a scardey-cat, chicken-livered, freckle-mouth, fuzzy-face cotton-bellied kitty. Like you are to Frau, he is joined at the hip to me. He earns his keep. His only skill is pointing out bugs.
I know you were just funnin' about the beer, so was I. Guess we have different funny bones together.
I have a couple more 'zoning' kinds of music you might like as you work in your studio. Do you have a CD player there? Ambient music allows it to breathe. Ravi Shankar, a sitarist extraordinaire is so soothing, but then those India Indians have a big step ahead of the rest of us neo-atheists and believers with their most ancient of all pantheistic religions, Hinduism, which to my religious aesthetic is really one of the most beautiful of all; with Krishna, Kali, Shiva, Rama, Vishnu, some of which are different aspects of the same Ishvaric god. They were a long way ahead of Christianity. Their holy books are quite a read too. The Vedas, Mahabharata, and especially the Bhagavad Gita that deals with duty. The words of the religion just roll around the mouth. If I were to adopt a religion, it most likely would be Hinduism, and their idea of Mind Poise. I am most attracted to the ideas in Mimamsa Hinduism, an atheistic branch, more investigative than the other schools. But alas, I'm just a plain old atheist through and through. I don't care for ritual that much, I prefer dancing.
The other music I play occasionally is called Oriental Garden. Something like that might put you in a mindframe to paint that oriental idea you spoke of.
This whole synesthesia business has my brain going and I'm coming up with another kind of meditation based on the rainbow, but it has nothing to do with the Rainbow Coalition. I googled and found a site full of images so I printed a couple of them. I wish I had one 36" by 24" horizontal format. Might just have to paint one. I'll talk about it later once I have it more coherent.
Slipping through the scaffolding is like steering through the treacherous straits of Scylla and Charybdis and a merman seems to be beckoning. How do you like that image? I'm talking about the bulwark on my very high stairway. I can just ease by the two horizontal (joist-like) boards that are 13 1/2" inches apart I'm using to support the segmented floor, laughing all the way. Ergo my reference to the mythological passageway. I guess if I can get through that without much trouble I am in okay shape. I should probably do a video of this operation and send it to TOH. Except the big-gun plumbers, carpenters, painters, electricians, et al would probably laugh at the truly inventive my approach to solving these kinds of problems takes. I am in the process of dismantling it and that makes me realize I've actually made progress. Aaaarrrugula! That is the Italian way of saying aaaarrrrrggggh. I truly hate balustrades. I counted them and there about 42 on upstairs railing. Painting them is an evil thing.
Have a good evening, and be sure to check out Imus, looks like he is very contrite (or at least he says so) and as the saying goes, "it takes a man to admit when he's wrong." I rewrote it and it suits Imus to a T: "Being aboveboard upon discovery of a boner brings luminous mirth to the hefty of heart."
There's a repeat House on tonight.
Sorry nf,
Didn't mean to overlook you there. Hope you're well out there in that pseudo-paradise. (I love to golf but my back don't.) I will check out Imus later in the week, missed the return. At one time he was one of the few hosts that entertained liberal thinking although it was always tinged with his racial and misogynist humor. He's a mixed bag at best. I would like to see him and Reverend Al in a fistfight though. Just an ugly thought on my part but I think it's a shared fantasy to say the least and would make some cash as a pay-per-view.
"A great yellow house-bound spoiled rotten (just like me) cat."
What happens if you move into a lesser green house, does the cat change? But I digress...
But She, I was not recommending the beer and meditation; Lee just beat me to asking if it was OK. (Like I didn't already know the answer.) When I partake of the sacred "liquid bread" I more often than not go into "hibernation". That's when I contemplate on the inside of my eyelids. I learned that technique from the Mahavishnu Yogi Beera. (I'm sure you recall the Beatle's pilgrimage of the late 60's to the sacred city of St. Louis, Missouri to study with the master. This was the same period they released the rare and nearly forgotten album "Meet the Beertles". Everyone thought Yoko broke them up but no, it was an argument over the last bottle of Sapporo Black Label. But one can understand the confusion.)
Just for clarity and so that you can rest assured you're not conversing with a beer guzzling whino. Not that you were thinking that, just for my own well-being. My intake is one to three a week, which include beers, wine, boat drinks or what have you. (All bets are off on vacation!) Typically I dump three beers out of a six-pack down the drain because it went skunky hanging around for months. But that doesn't give me any pause in rhapsodizing on my latest find in the micro-brew universe. But I digress again…
She, I assure you that Frau is an independent entity and it is I that is joined to her hip mostly. I totally understand your objection to the possessive references. Frau is the ultimate "earth mother"; I think that's the hippie term. Everybody loves her and wants a piece of her. She is a people magnet. I have often proudly introduced myself as "Mr. Frau". I celebrate and bask in the glow of her popularity. Your bias is understood and very okay.
She's a good-hearted woman in love with a good-timin' man.
She loves him in spite of his wicked ways she don't understand
Through teardrops and laughter, they'll pass through this world hand in hand,
She's a good-hearted woman loving a good-timin' man. – Waylon Jennings
Keep in mind I'm typically too tired to be good-timin'. And far too content to be more than mildly wicked but I think it expresses a balance and that's what we have.
We share books. We'll check the public library for "The Mind's I" by Douglas Hofstadter next time we go. If not, I'll get back to you.
Briefly back to the "Cave". I wasn't trying or thinking about it but the lyrics have already fallen out of me Lee. They're perhaps a bit disjunct but I'm not always in control of what comes out. My writing is surely limited by my language skills and my understanding. Be patient Lee, my computer studio isn't functional yet but should be soon. The music should follow shortly.
Salad bar and vitamin D (Not enough sun!)
Leefeller: What! Mr. Godiva cannot cook?!!! With all the frozen foods these days, it is as easy as mincemeat pie. She has a job to do. Your idea of putting it on your blog sounds terrific.
Yeah, there are a lot of distractions when one wants to be distracted, huh? I meant to add for the relaxation exercise, that it is most useful for when there has been a trying day, and the psyche is tied up in knots, not allowing anything but distraction to interfere with the creative time. That is why I suggested just having that circle up on the wall as a reminder to get you into a mind space to be able to let the creative juices flow. You'd be surprised that after awhile you do it automatically and your creativity level goes up a notch or two. I wouldn't analyze my work when I'm in my studio, only maybe with that beer before or after I even go there unless I'm working out an aesthetic or structural problem. Analysis uses the left brain and left brain is not the creative side of thinking. Use music only as a companion not as a crutch. It should just make your body feel good. Learning to work in the zone takes practice.
I haven't seen a recent movie in a month of Sundays. Out here in the outland the only theater is a dinky warehouse cinema in the back of some businesses and 15 miles away on a two-lane highway. Really primitive. I am apprehensive going there. Lots of gravel 18-wheelers on the road and especially treacherous at night. Wouldn't waste my time at a movie in the daytime when good solid work can be done. Good grief am I a WASP? Naw, I'm a radical liberal socialist atheist Democrat.
You have your Penny, and I have my buddy poopy cat, Raja. A great yellow house-bound spoiled rotten (just like me) cat. He doesn't venture out to the studio with me. Although I might start taking him with me. I had not thought of it before. Have to get rid of the rat poison though. Did I tell you all about my rat snake experience? Another hysterical chapter out of my life.
What about reloading the Photoshop software? Sometimes software gets bugs, I don't know how, but they get confused and needs reset. Maybe not, but you could go to the Photoshop help center that comes with the program or access to online help where often there is either customer service help, or a forum where questions can be put. Good luck. What's wrong with Brubeck? He was a genius. Imus is pretty much of a schmuck. Those talk show jabberwockies pontificate to those who pathologically need external mental titillation.
Hemi, I was thinking this a.m. about how you work together, you and your wife. Henceforth, though I will refer to her as Frau since I think she ought to have her own identity rather as someone appended to a husband, the possessive references is an issue with me, duh. It has to do with the freedom clause and the psychological independence of women. It is a bias but not a handicap. I hope it is understood and is okay. My curiosity, when you are reading something in which you both are interested in having a deeper understanding, do you buy two books of the same thing, or do you share a book? Why do I ask? I have a book I think you two may really enjoy interacting over. Maybe you already have it since it is a book of the 80s. It is called "The Mind's I," a Douglas Hofstadter tour de force about thinking, consciousness, etc. The introduction by Hofstadter is literally mind boggling.
There's enough there for mental stew.
Had fun painting Lady Godiva last evening, as usual my underpaintings change before my eyes for better or worse, it will still take some time to get the horse just right. Lady Godiva had to go home early last evening to make dinner for hubby. So I worked on the surroundings and the horse. I think I still want to put the underpainting on my blog, it can be really interesting to follow my missteps and changes as they happen, at least for me.
What is driving me nuts is my Photoshop Elements program, has lost some of it's features, they just will not highlight, they stay gray so I cannot select the features I need to knock the pixels down for posting on the web. Software sucks right after hardware.
Tinman, I had to leave, watching tv with commercials dost not work for me. the first commercial did me in. Seems they could have found some better actors? I found the Jones guy really lacking.
She I wrote a little blurb on the zone and color thing, the concept could become quite side tracking if one wants to become expert. Funny, while painting if I spent all my time analyzing the reasons for, why and what I am doing I may never get started. It would be a distraction, like having commercials in my studio during painting? Different music could make some changes in how I do things, so I wanted to try but could not find Booker T. last evening so I settled for Dave Brubeck. "Countdown" and "Riddle", enjoyed the sounds.
Had a beer with Penny last evening, she is my painting companion, an English Pointer we have on the ranch.
She loves to get out of her pen area and be with people, except when she is bird dogging.
Have never listened to Don Imus, and will not be able to, talk radio is okay sometimes when I am on the road to help keep me awake.
Hot oatmeal and blueberries
You all may want to tune into WABC (available streaming live) at 6:00am eastern 12/3 to listen to the return of Don Imus to radio (truly a nice and generous individual). It rained here in Palm Springs 2 days ago (about an inch and a half) - first rain in a long time - snow in the mountains.
Regardless of Hemi's advice, he's not always right. Well maybe he is, but be that as it may, I would drink beer "before" the calming exercise. REMEMBER WHY YOU ARE DOING THIS. You don't want to slip way into Delta wave frequency, often brought on by delicious beer. Or you can drink beer "after." You are trying for Alpha or Theta, A's and T's hahahahaha….enjoy… whatever. Drink to your hearts content, just be careful you don't become or continue to be… a drunk. M'friend. Time for lala land out here on the prairie.
Circle meditation with a beer! Damn you beat me to the punch Lee. I've already thought of a few of other's tunes that would be perfect for the Cave. Too bad they're not mine.
Now you've gone and done it She, we checked out "Gabriel's Oboe". Soothing and I found myself breathing with the swells of the strings. I'll have to see that movie again to pay attention to the fit of score and story, it' been a while.
Now the cerebral orchestral pieces are the Frau's domain. She throws out a couple. From the adult/alternative section, Secret Garden (the artist), Song From A Secret Garden on the CD Songs From A Secret Garden. They must have worked hard on the names. And also Melodramma on The Best of Andrea Bocelli. So that's her two cents.
Tea with TV (We're gonna check out "Tin Man" see what the deal is there.)
Well finally quite painting for the day, now heading out to the studio, copied you meditation notes and printed them out, I will try the circle meditation, is it okay with a beer?
Hemi, Plato's Cave can be fun, sort of satire does not have to be serious.
Low salt diet is what I do, but need to eat more balanced diet. Thanks for the advice guys.
We got for the cold night,
homemade chili
Hey Lee, Hemi gave me an idea…what about SnoZone ArtsPoo Station? Once I get my headspace in the right channel I'll be better able to become engaged in a venture you are imagining. I have a feeling you are very serious and will make something of it. Right now, I am emotionally depleted and want to reorganize that department of my brain. I was recently vexed by a would-be trickster of the heart and I am working it out through self-atonement. I am a gullible fool. Funny how I how I thought I was really dead. These Ethernet conversations and music do help. I am making the greatest attempt to being honest and making a come back with the living.
Prairie Home Companion is a double whammy for me on the weekend as our NPR station plays it on Saturday and repeats it on Sunday. I never miss it. He is has a jewel of a mind. Yes, I always get that undercurrent of liberalism and I believe it is another way (albeit it is really an artful way too), of appealing to the subconscious non-liberal minds that find themselves listening because the liberalness is unbeknownst to them, he and crew appeal to that aesthetic funny bone. I get the feeling you are in the vicinity. Looks like we have the map of the US covered.
I woke up this morning and almost immediately was thrown into laughter. I was thinking about how I am now committed to John Edwards, feeling bad that I couldn't support the first woman to run for President which is a really big moment in women's history, but as for Edwards how those of us who see his virtues, need to ignite an American bonfire for him. Now that I know my path, unless of course he declares himself a communist, a highly unlikely event, my journey is chosen. This week sometime I will contact his campaign headquarters to see how this humble American citizen without much in the way of monetary means can help. I was also thinking about that fellow nf, who went off to Palm Springs as people of means often do, he was a somewhat apologist for Bush, and in my opinion is an Italian of a different oink than me. He might counter and call me a political sow. But that's okay. They make purses out my ears and the delusional call them silk. Which is a metaphor for Bush who has appeal also for the delusional.
I missed the Democratic caucus, but heard some snippets on NPR. Sounded like it was the best confrontation yet among the candidates. The Ron Paul Truthdig forum appears dead. Nothing since last Friday. They all disappeared into the Internet woodwork. It was turning somewhat into a farce anyway.
Sometimes we cover a whole lot of ground, so I sometimes go back and reread some of our posts. Now Spongebob is definitely a male imponderable, and appears to be asexual. Just a comment en passant.
Listened to Green Onions, it is swingin, it is groooooovin…I just bought it through Amazon! Thank you Leefeller. I also picked up Yo-yo Ma's The Essential Yo-jo Ma that has the piece from the movie, The Mission by Ennio Morricone. If you have never heard that, it is an experience. There is a residing sadness in it, though, that is I think very emotional. If you listen to it, let me know how you think of it.
See now, I am feeling really guilty about the ladybugs. Poor things, but I just can't have them land in my cereal! I'm sure there are hundreds of thousands of them out and about the yards. I haven't had time to put in much of a garden yet. It hasn't been that cold here, maybe two days of very cold weather, extreme really, but they seem to come in when it's hot! Now maybe you could change your theory? It's weird. Bonsai is such an art. I bought an instructional book some years ago at a mall exhibition. I haven't had much time for it, though I have a high appreciation for the fashioned plants.
Wow, nice size family, Hemi. I'm envious. I'm an only child and both parents passed away, so in effect, I'm an orphan. Gad, never thought I'd be saying that. I have a very close cousin though, whose immediate family has all died too. We are like sisters except we live 1200 miles apart and can't really afford any regular travel back and forth. Such is life.
Being truthful often leaves big questions. Because it is easier to speak about one's interests and experiences, and having been encouraged to do so to avoid falling into insincerity, occasionally I will offer more truth up to a safe point. That is all I can and do expect of you as well. I only say this because I am so much enjoying the openness the discussion has taken on and I know the importance of inscrutability for whatever reason. You are becoming flesh and blood, which I find completely amazing, given the medium here. It is very strange, but I feel on some higher plane of consciousness, this almost metaphysical interaction is really good. It must be a slight possibility such kindred minds happen across one another. Has humanity advanced in someway? I think it is worth some reflection. We too often do not and we miss the evolution that is happening right before our very eyes. Only the few special observants of human nature see it. And on that cryptic note, I'll get back to woodwork painting. Ah, life is good.
Good Morning,
Snow here! Not a lot, just a couple inches, light and powdery, not great for snowballs. Our dog loves it. It always invigorates him. We have loads of photos of him in winter with snow in his whiskers. He's one photographable little piranha. I open the door and it's like "Yay, let's go dad, that white stuff is back for me to poop on!"
I'll give Plato's Cave some musical consideration Lee. Serious subjects are not my strong suit though. We'll see.
I feel for you not having the support system in place. There's this corny John Travolta movie titled "Phenomenon". Cutting to the chase, the Travolta character has a crush on a woman and in order to get into her good graces purchases an inordinate number of rocking chairs that she has crafted. She finds out he doesn't so much love the rocking chairs but rather desires her. Later in the movie a character played by Robert Duvall (perhaps my favorite actor) gives advice to another guy to improve his own relationship by "buying the chairs" of his hearts' desire. The point is sometimes you have to give to get. You might not see things the same but perhaps your spouse has "chairs" to be bought. Perhaps just signing on whole heartedly to painting the room for her or something along those lines. Her dreams might be less lofty than yours but dreams none-the-less. I'm no shrink or counselor but I've always been a "where there's life there's hope" sap. Maybe there are inroads to be made. If nothing else, Phenomenon is a good chick flick and maybe you can share that.
"Feelin' Alright" a masterpiece She. We saw the songwriter in concert last year. It was written by Dave Mason. You both have likely at least heard his name mentioned. He's in the Rock & Roll HOF as a member of Traffic with Steve Winwood. He had a couple of his own terrific singles too. A must if you ever get the chance to catch him, he plays small venues now and is very accessible. The intro to that song with the piano riff and the congas is infectious and very primal. In concert it had everybody out of their seats and bopping. This song also has a "trance-like" feel. It's been used in many movies.
I wait with baited breath for the Prairie Home Companion deal. I know there's always an undercurrent of liberal thought that creeps through from Garrison and crew. Not big Bush fans. They used to rag on Jesse Ventura too. Ventura is a big time atheist.
I continue milking my way through Hitchens's "God is not Great". Very witty thinker and writer. He'll have to pardon my reading him in "the library". Any port in a storm though. Shades of shi….er….witty writing…
"Well I turned around and I said ho, ho
And the northern lights commenced to glow
And she said, with a tear in her eye
Watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow" - Frank Zappa
Sno Cones
The sun is back!
Lee, the new ambulatory nature of your job can be made to your advantage. You must be sure you first to make your health the number one priority. You must eat right. A small amount of red meats, if you eat meat at all, lots of fish, even tuna is good, fresh vegetables especially the cruciforms like broccoli, cauliflower, cabbages, fresh cooked green beans (called haricots in France, such a sexy name, good grief), greens, greens, and more greens, spinach fresh or steamed, lots of garlic and grilled onions (oops, unyuns), some starchies but not too much as I think they sap the strength, but the are satisfying. Lots of fruit, fresh if possible, but in any form except sugary. Good coffee is a treat for good behavior. If you like deserts, there are very wonderful low sugar ice creams these days, and for the constant diet set lots of low sugar frozen things available. As a diabetic I am conscious more of the sugar content of food but also know for medical fact that sugar molecules glom onto the blood cells and up to a point provide energy but after that it robs you of a healthy life. Salt is also a pernicious heart killer that should never never be added to foods since they usually have more than enough if prepared by manufactured (always look for the low sodium kinds) and some foods have it naturally, which if natural is okay in my book of health. This strange and confounding this called life can be really a beautiful experience and I cannot think of any way better to get through it. But, you (we) have to make that way, and that is a big lesson the arts provide, seeing beauty.
The walking might be seen as a time for meditation, which is really excellent for health as it can put the brain into alpha state and relaxed and reflecting. Very Buddhist. You don't want delta waves on a walk, as you would fall asleep! The electrical frequency of 4 cycles per minute deltas is good in the studio when you want to dream. And theta waves between 5 and 8 cycles bring drowsiness, which can be dangerous on the roads, but are excellent for creative thinking. Best to know when drowsiness is desirable. 2 to 3 cycles per minute deltas take you to deep dreamless sleep, good for regeneration. Beta brain waves are the best for alert and working and one needs to know how to encourage betas when the best work is needed. Now doesn't that impress you how much I know about brainwaves? It is worth or maybe just fun to learn about our corporeal self as well as our mental self. The trick is to learn how to encourage the electrical frequency at will, or almost at will as we are often not in control of external affairs (I call it EA). But to tie this to art, these brain waves are aunts and uncles to the frequencies the eye provides to the artist and musical notes for the musicians. You see all of existence is related somehow regardless of how it is chopped up into parts. Here is an algorithm for calming down, say in your studio or before bed (I picked this out of a book The Power Of Experiential Learning):
A practical exercise: experiencing calm
*First of all draw a large very even circle, maybe 12" in diameter that you may stick up on a wall to be able to look at. This can always be posted up in your space. It is kind of good to notice now and then as it reminds one of the wholeness of our existence.
*Make yourself comfortable: find your own place to lie or sit relaxed with your hands down by your side or clasped on your lap.
*Read these instructions once and then proceed.
*Focus and concentrate on the large circle.
*Take about three minutes to listen to your own breathing (that's about how long it takes to quash out the ambient noise of life).
*Next, concentrate on the exact middle of this circle O; use only your mid-peripheral vision, which is sort of like staring without paying attention to anything in particular except that center. This is the secret to emptying the mind. Then slowly stimulate the senses: --see three objects around you; --hear three sounds; --smell three things; --feel three things. You might have a slight feeling of an out-of-body experience. But you will experience a calming feeling of your entire body, even if you don't.
As another simple tool to influence the emotional side of the learning climate, different kinds of music will tend to nourish the different states of mind.
Hemi, on the way to market yesterday I was listening to Joe Cocker and heard his Feelin' Alright, and was blown out of the water by the rhythms and I wondered how do composers come up with such intricacies? I know classical composers learn instrumentation and know how to put what instruments to their works and the melodies, riffs, etc., but the complicated rhythms are what interest me. I suppose there are some traditional rhythms that offer a guide, but the decisions are astonishing. It is a different action in visual art.
Next post a little later: politics and Prairie Home Companion.
Cheerios and fresh banana with dried cranberries, and the morning coffee.
Youse guys are lucky, your spouses support your lust for your art, unfortunately I can only go out and play when the chores, honey-dues and bills are paid. Been married since 1970 and the house is hers to call the shots in, my passive attitude may be the only reason we are still together. Also seeing what else is out there scares the hell out of me. Think our arraignment was settled on a long time ago, we are both comfortable, if I had it to do over again I would make several adjustments. My scattered brain not focusing on the little things and forgetting some others, must really be annoying to her. Over the years I have met other women whom I found interesting from a distance, but they turned out to have great personality handicaps, after observing them for much shorter time spans than my wife, I conceder myself quite lucky. Have met a women artist whom I find infatuating, but more for her creative talents and brain, which has always been much more exciting than the bimbo thing.
She thinking of you, today we are lined out to paint a room in our house and I am chomping at the bit to be in the studio my delmia, but I will paint for 4 hours and spend the rest in the studio, my spouse does not know this yet. My biggest concern is having to go back to work tomorrow and not getting my rest over the weekend. My new job is the Maintenance guy sort of mentor for 18 to 24 year olds, for a state facility of 7 acres and entails a lot of walking and seems to wear me out. House room painting at home will mean a 6 day work week.
Hemi, could you come up with some music for Plato's Cave? You can make the story anything you want from political to religion. Politically, what we have going on now with Bush and the control of the mass media seems to me a likely theme? Religion, could be the brain washing control over the people by the moslums to the Pope in his own fantasy world. (TD has an article on him, you may want to check it out) Now I see another idea for a painting?
She, hope your house is coming along, it sounds real nice. My daughter and son in law have completely rebuilt their house, so I know what you have gone through. He did most of the work himself, so he was saved the hassle of dealing with contractors.
Have not had time to work on the blog, will see what happens this evening.
Cold and rainy here,
Piping hot coffee
Hi guys,
A gray day here too. But that was great for us, no impulse to go any place. The frau and I tackled our cupboard of a kitchen. We don't use it much as a kitchen now that the kids are grown. It's tiny, originally designed for an elderly couple. Nowadays it's mainly our drop the mail and groceries spot. The mail and bills had piled up and after a day of tossing and filing we can see open space on the tabletop. Tomorrow, the living room. Oh so de-liteful!
I work in a couple of ways. I can work right off the bat with the Frau bouncing ideas back and forth. Other times I work songs almost to completion and then spring them on her for fine-tuning. Sometimes they don't need it. I've performed songs for her and had her say "Hey, that's a great song, we should do it. Where did you get that?" That's always a fun reaction to receive and I admit I usually know in advance if I've got gold. Sometimes I work with headphones (the ivory tower) and sometimes out loud so that the whole house knows what I'm up to. Our extended family loves music so there's never a complaint. A lot of people to bounce things off of too. The problem being they're all too biased and think everything we do is gold. That's good for the ego and creativity so long as we remain our own toughest critics.
I work best when the things I see are pleasing or at least don't distract. If I'm working intensely on an arrangement, I like things dark with only light on the keyboard and the computer screen. Sort of tunnel vision. This is good when I've got everything already written and I'm transferring directly from mind to paper er.... computer file. Other times I'm looking around at the art prints and family photos on the wall. Mostly when I'm searching for a chord change, lyric or rhyme. I guess I'm searching for a visual trigger. I even surf the net for images related to my songs' subject. I haven't given it much thought before.
Full Moon Winter Ale (Scrumptious!)
I think I should have been a systems engineer. Seems like everything I do I have to organize in the most orderly way elsewise danger or disaster is at my next footstep or that nemesis, entropy, sets in. Entropy to me is the road to death, of a sort, as everything seems to be descending in to absolute chaos. But then I think it's really a good thing, telling me to get my ass in gear. Then the Will to Order take over and I mantically get whatever into shape. Sometimes I think I have the German orderly soul. A real AR type. Do you ever have that kind of sense? But I have noticed about myself in the last few months that I go about this ordering business so methodically and deliberately that it even scares me, even her, that person, me. And as a result I am getting a colossal amount of perplexing stuff done. Now that is humorous because I sort of feel what Diana, Wonder Woman must feel like, if she were real. Controlling one's own power is a potent trip of its own.
Lee, you are such an idealistic mensch. It brings a tear to me eye. We need a tribe of, of you. Your story of apricot ranching is enchanting. You can use what ever you like I've mentioned except personal information I might have divulged here on this forum.
Talking about the complement between art and music can get somewhat abstract, so to bring it back to more tangible thought, if we can even say that, Lee, if it isn't an intrusion, is your spouse involved in your art world? How about your kids? Often families whose individual minds are in way different places don't participate in one's own idiosyncratic passions. It is comforting to know there are others who understand the flame of artmaking. I have a good suspicion Hemi and Frau know what I am talking about even if they don't have in any degree the problem of solitude. Musicians are more acceptable socially than visual artists. Artists are frequently known to exist in what is called the ivory tower. Not really being antisocial, for I think they love more than others (well, maybe not more than scientists, but surely more than politicians), but rather they tend to spend a lot of time alone because they need to think and putting one's thoughts in rational order is not an easy thing to do. To make good artwork, strange as it may seem, the thoughts have to be in a rational order. Some artists like to work in an automatic way, as the brilliant Joan Miro did, but he was schooled at the Barcelona School of Fine Arts before undertaking the Surrealist automatic painting style he is highly known for. So the mind has to be clear even to be chaotic, like one of my favorites Jackson Pollock.
The notes on a napkin or whatever is closest at hand, old desk calendar pages on the backside, whatever, yes, Hemi, notes in the car, in the market, wherever, when the ideas come you need something on which to make them touchable.
I'd love to hear your music. I have a lot of music in iTunes on my computer and I always play something as I foray into the 'net." Or Napster, which has the advantage of letting you play anything in its databank up to three times before you have to pay for it. While Rhapsody, seems to have more in its banks, but only allows a certain number of total pieces you can play. Guess buying a subscription could bring unlimited access, but it is a matter of affording. Must have priorities on that score. Anyway, an album I own is playing right now that is superb, from the movie Havana, that trumpet is from some heaven somewhere.
Looks like the Ron Paul forum is running itself out.
Today is a gray (or grey, which is it? Either or both) so was yesterday. I like the sunshine. Must have something jolly to eat today.
Have some catching up to do.
She, I was addressing the Booker T, sound, sound of Green Onions, but still not sure about painting to it? I always love to paint to music, my old records are better than most new CD's, like Hemi said, getting into the groove (zone) is the greatest feeling, seems I achieve a zone when on a roll during my painting.
Maybe my balking at the coop was really meant to be, the segregated demanding
of only visual arts comment bugs me, for reasons I see stated in both of your posts. Music is art, life is art.
Hemi, my experience with the apricot ranch, sort of guided me into the idea of wanting to study horticulture, remember even writing an essay on Burbank back then. My folks only had the ranch for about 3 years. Not being into the firewman thing, my plan was to pursue pomeology, never did as a degree, but worked with a pomeologist at the farm advisors with other fruit crops via my old job as county Ag Tech mostly pears. Since I was raised in San Francisco, going to the Apricot Ranch was really hard on us, the heat, we were used to 67 degrees in the city, not the 109 degrees on the ranch. WE grew only Apricots, I remember going to the farmers market in San Francisco, my first experience being at a farmers market. My job was to go through the boxes and remove damaged fruit my mom did the sales. Got to cut school and one thing I remember quite well, a little old black lady who used to come around and sell small homemade pies, always looked forward to getting one of her small chocolate cream pies, boy were they delicious. Got tired of eating apricots. The Jackrabbits would chew the bark off the younger trees. Hemi we all have lead interesting lives!
My love for music may rival youes guys, but I am just not as cognizant of the names and different kinds performers and words to the songs. I do know what I like and used to enjoy Link tv world music, new and different sounds. For now my old Dave Brubeck, Vince the Peanuts guy, oldies but goodies are fun. Great fan of Credence and of course Mozart, never have been up on all the names, spelling their names is hard enough,
She your comments on music as art and the brain are right on, my only experience getting in the zone playing my clarinet was doing dixieland once or twice. Wish, I had pursued music and studied much harder. Hemi their is a zone in painting, even ceramics, it is a creative zone which moves you into another realm, oblivious to Rome burning.
She and Hemi it would be fun to tie into both you guys and AC if he gets back and do music on my blog, hell we could start new blog and call it zonearts, artzone, artzonepoo. We could all be contributing or guest authors and include other artists from painting, music to writing? Make it fun. Hemi, your old sounds could be a starting point, might be able to sell some, not at all sure how, AC may know about marketing via web, but it is and can be done. For the zone, I can see zone being part of poetry, but having trouble seeing it in writing, believe I am mixing up the artiest vs the observer?
She, I would like to pursue the sound and painting thing, can I use some of your information? Be happy to include you as a guest or contributing author, you can write it yourself as the author if you prefer?
Moving on with new ideas, love it.
artzoneology
Apricot pie
When I work at my art I usually go for rhythms and mood. It depends on what I'm working at. If it's ceramics, I need a piece that goes along with moving the clay around. If, for instance, I'm throwing pots, the music has to be somehow in sync with the movement of the wheel. When drawing, more intellectual music is such company. Naturally since it is a big part of my life too, more on the appreciation side at the moment since I have no instrument. It is not that the music is reflected in the style so much as it gets the body in a painting state of mind. Now that might sound weird. I think your and your lady are wonderful to be so involved with music and the way you are. You mentioned middle-eastern music. There is a piece from the movie Hidalgo that is something I play almost 4 or 5 times a week. I never get tired of it. It is the desert montage with a fabulous Armenian singer. The music is to me evocative of the sound of my heart, it is slow and ethereal. I put it on a CD with other middle eastern music and it is one of my top 10,000 favorites. The movie wasn't half bad either. I watch it often too. I don't' know why it has such an appeal to me. Very heroic. Maybe I'm looking for a hero???
I don't believe there are very many.
But your list for Lee looks really good. I have some wonderful quotes from the artist Wassily Kandinsky, who was a Russian painter who did a lot of experiment with color. Eye knock outers. But very modern in style since he was interested in what color did to the psyche rather than paint a realistic object or portraits. He is considered a French Expressionist since he worked there. Anyway, he was an intellectual and I think the quotes relate in a way to the color/music synesthesia I was going on about in last post: Lee this is mainly for you but I think Hemi would understand it too as it pertains to music as much as painting.
Wassily says: "All the arts derive from the same and unique root. Consequently, all the arts are identical." Then discussing the similarities of music and painting:
"It is very simple at first glance. Music expresses itself by sounds, painting by colors, etc., facts that are generally recognized. But the difference does not end here. Music, for example, organizes its means (sounds) within time, and painting its means (colors) upon a plane. Time and plane must be exactly "measured" and sound and color must be exactly "limited." These limits" are the preconditions of "balance" and hence of composition." And in discussing how one can see, hear, smell, touch, and taste a painting he says: "Do not deceive yourself; do not think that you "receive" painting by the eye alone. No, unknown to you, you receive it by your five senses." I think he was onto something as to why the arts are different but in close relationship. I think music goes directly to the center of the emotions, while visual art, painting, sculpture, and such affect the cerebral cortex, and one has almost to touch the art for the perception to be intuited. Gawd does that make sense?
Go eat your painting! With a cup of coffee. Can't help it, I'm a born comedian.
I do most of the writing. Frau has written a few songs too. Frau is mostly my sounding board and helps at the polishing stage. But that's what we do. We write songs, pop songs. We had a CD that we never sold but sent copies to friends and then others that heard about it by word of mouth. When I stopped tracking it hit 20+ states and 5 countries. Just for kicks. Next time we'll shoot for some profit.
It's been awhile but we have somewhere around one hundred tunes in some state of completion. When I'm in the mood to write songs they simply fall out of me. I can be in the truck going to work and I scribble lyrics on napkins at red lights. Frau has to work at it more than me. We're a good team. When we perform we do mostly covers and I arrange the backgrounds electronically.
So, music to create by. I've had that experience in that I've found times when whatever I was listening to helped me synch with the task at hand. (Who hasn't?) The combination has always been fleeting though. Likely because whatever the task was it ended. But creating art can be ongoing and so a comfortable component, in this case the music, can be reused. One could see where the musical style might need to reflect the emotion of the painting. On the other hand the artist might need something unobtrusive and trance-like to get "in the zone". There's a lot of music that fits the trance-like bill. Off hand there's the cliché' middle-eastern styles, Debussy and Ravel for classical, Simply Red for pop, David Benoit for light jazz and the possibilities are endless. Whatever floats your boat but I imagine the music has to be secondary and not distract from your creativity, no?
Yes, NUMB3RS is on and his plotted points are too good. I couldn't have fudged the data better myself. We like the other brother too, from "Northern Exposure" and of course Judd Hirsch. Damn you can see us! Should we turn the sound up?
Later 'taters
So Lee, you said you're "not sure about painting to sound." Well here is something that might be developed for your blog in a small essay about something called synesthesia. Noooooo, it is not a disease! It is the phenomenon of having the experience of seeing certain colors when certain sounds are heard. It is not exactly limited to colors with sound, but visa versa certain colors bring up sounds. I studied this a bit and found it quite fascinating. Music sometime clears the cobwebs from the mind, or so I call it, so that the response to making art is focused. Almost a zen-like state. You just have to find the right kind of music that has your kind of painting rhythm. And the sounds need to reflect your headspace as you dip your paintbrush, organize your canvas, see the work holistically, meaning whole. It is an integrated way of working and time seems to disappear. I don't know your personality that well, but maybe Hemi could suggest some easy jazz stuff. I don't know, maybe like Miles Davis. Or even Gregorian chants can do it if you have an affinity for that kind of music. I do, but then I've already told you how eclectic my taste is in music. It keeps the world open for me. Among all the things I'm reading right now, and interested in (it's endless), I am very involved with some music theory. Particularly the physical and psychological effects. Hemi, what kind of music do you and your wife write? I can almost envision you two at it. How fun your life must be.
I've had one apricot tree. When I lived in California I planted one. It must not have been the right species for Southern Cal because it didn't get many blossoms and you need blossoms if you want fruit. But I kept cultivating it, pruning it, feeding it and the last year I was there, I swear, I was standing under the tree, telling it just what a beautiful tree it was, and one apricot fell to my feet. No shit! It was a beautiful apricot, on the small side. But I took it into the house, washed it and looked at for about a New York minute,… and ate it. It was a very sweet and delicious apricot. I was sure it loved me back. Now that is a nature story of mythological proportions.
I think I celebrate every day. You don't know me, and as I recently told a lovely friend, I am Shenonymous, but Shenonymous is not me. My online persona has been created for numerous reasons but it does afford me the luxury of being as frank as I want and not really care whether there is someone who thinks my ideas are worthless or worth something. I gave up Christmas with all that goes with it a few years ago and the first year was strange. I had known for many many years that I was not a believer in any religion. But my kids really loved the exchange and traditional hullbaloo. I loved them, so we had the appearance of Christmas. They are grown now and they know what I think. One daughter holds the same view as I do, and the other one, a twin, has gone over to the darkside as I call it and is a praise Jesus devotee who I think has lost her mind, and of course she thinks I have lost mine. It is pretty much of a Mexican standoff. And so it goes. Holidays for me are nonexistent pretty much, but there are reasons I won't go into right now or here in this very open place. But nevertheless, I am a very happy person, glad to have the experiment called life and try to make it as happy as I can. Even with the cursing (as I told someone, I curse like a Welshwoman). I have never sworn at anyone, ever…but at the ridiculousness of things, like dropping the same thing three times in a row! Or someone cutting me off on the road! But no one ever hears it but me since it is done when no one is about. And I just wouldn't burn another's precious ears.
I am laughing my head off about your savant friend. Sort of the Howard Hughes syndrome.
John Edwards is attractive. I don't mean physically, although he is that too. I have been hearing him lately too on several interviews. He was just on PBS the other night. He is clear in his social ideas and obviously knows world affairs. I do like him, actually much better than Hillary and Barack Obama. I have thought this for some weeks now. Interesting you should bring him up. If I were just a tad more convinced, I'd even work for him somehow. I think just more public appearances is all it would take for a ground swell to happen for him. That is exactly what it will take though. I wonder if that Charlie Rose interview is available online? What do you think Lee about John Edwards?
Hmmm, there is an apricot liquour and brandy. But I can't drink because of my sugar, so I don't drink, so I'll just have to imagine its velvety texture being drunk by somebody else. Oooooieeeeee
It's Friday and Numbers is on. I love Charlie Eppes when he does that math algorithm stuff. It is sexy. I know, I'm weird.
We will be in touch… There's more to say about music and yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah go Stan Gettttzzzzz.
Almost forgot with all of the anecdotal stuff.
What do you two think of John Edwards? I saw about 15 minutes of him with Charlie Rose on PBS last night. The man came off as genuine, smart and caring. What conglomerate is he in bed with? What's the dirt on him? Does he have a chance?
Wow guys! Our exchanges have expanded in a way I did not expect. You can tell I enjoy writing in this anecdotal, conversational style*. Your stories fortify my thoughts and feelings that have been very much in turmoil. From where you sit I might seem a well-adjusted, under educated, anal, paranoid, conspiracy theorist. I assure you I'm not that well-adjusted.
Last year's holiday season was my first with full understanding of what is what. My wife was listening to my thoughts and misgivings all the while having to contend with being the choir director through the holidays. We had this push-me-pull-you holiday experience. It was quite difficult for her living in both realms. We were not fighting just discussing. This year will be our first you might say with "eyes wide open". I think we both dreaded and resented our "enlightenment" at first. With thoughts such as "Who do I blame? What will this mean to our lives? Will we become uncaring and cynical? Do we have anything left to celebrate? Who can we confide in?" I'm sure you folks are getting a chuckle out of this. Either you never went through this or it's been a long time and only a dim memory.
Well it's been months, almost a year and the sky has not fallen. Most of our questions have been answered. We haven't had to change much of who we are and what we do. I think that means we were living rational and principled lives before this. If I had to characterize what this transformation has been for us I would say it's been a rush. The veil has been lifted and we're enjoying the view. We find interacting with others is almost like having "X-ray vision" at times. We find ourselves thinking "I know why you do what you do while you don't have a clue!" Religion, patriotism, politics and people are so much more naked now. We don't know it all but at least we have a clue.
We are looking forward to the holidays. Now, with no outside rituals to attend and perform for we will likely have a "holiday" (not a holy day). Coming to grips with one life makes me wonder why we don't celebrate much more than we do. I think in other parts of the world there are still vestiges of old customs and so they have more celebrations and celebrating. I don't know for sure, I just have a notion. I'm curious though, what do you folks do for the holidays? Decorate? Gatherings? What?
Apricot ranch? I've heard that apricots can be very fragrant. What did that look like Lee? I have this image of hills lined with trees in the California sun. Almost Mediterranean in my mind. Did you grow anything else there? Oranges, figs or almonds? What kind of insect pests do apricots attract? What did they do for that? What did the jackrabbits do? Lee, you have led an interesting life.
She that's funny with the ladybugs. We were watching "House" on Tuesday night and one landed on my arm. We don't get the hordes that you do. A few on the window sills or upper corners in the bedroom. They come inside to escape the cold. I'm not sure if any live long enough to make it to spring. I'm a big softy and I put them on the leaves of potted plants but they wind up dried up like little paper jewels on the floor to be vacuumed up later.
Very nice poem. You are shaping the world. (Shrubs are so much more willing than a Jack Russell terrier at least our Jack Russell.) Reminds me, you know how I've said that I have no talent when it comes to painting, drawing and sculpture? One exception, I can prune, sheer and bonsai and when I do I keep it aesthetically pleasing. I don't do topiary, although I probably could. I have an eye for this. Probably from being in tune with how plants grow and what they naturally look like.
Love the jazz club remembrances and all of your musical discoveries. I'm not big on jazz and symphonic/classical music but I have some faves. I'm a saxophonist but never played much jazz, that's weird right? Heck, my teacher played with Woody Herman and Maynard Fergusen before settling in to the New York Philharmonic. I'm not familiar with Bud Shank but I think he played some with Thad Jones and Mel Lewis who are from this area. For sax I love Paul Desmond (Take 5), Stan Getz (Girl From Ipenema with Astrud Gilberto), Zoot Sims, Grover Washington Jr. and David Sanborn. I play more like King Curtis, Junior Walker or Clarence Clemens (raunchy rock and roll). I've got to get back to playing. Maybe I'll have time in my next life. Yikes!
Went to a local jazz club back in college though. With a genius friend of mine who was really into progressive jazz. (My friend had a stratosphere IQ, went to MIT on full scholarship for some computer/math thingee (that's the technical term) back when those thingees were in their infancy. He was one year ahead of me and he tutored his entire graduating class, never studied or did homework, understood everything, always having fun and an OK guy despite his mental superiority. Why he considered hanging with me, who knows? Well he wound up designing the computer systems for the 1982 World's Fair and the last thing I heard about him was that he had taken up self-medicating with a little straw. Very sad, I don't know what became of him.) Well, long story short, jazz was not that big around 1977 and couple of college kids could wind up seeing Bill Watrous (Trombonist) and a condensed version of his legendary Manhattan Wildlife Refuge Big Band in a local jazz club (corner tavern with a bandstand) for the price of a couple beers. And to top it off, the band breaks and Bill Watrous decides to pull up a stool and shoot the breeze with the two kids at the end of the bar. Ultra coolsville daddy-o! On the way home, I'm going to Mr. IQ "Hey can you believe we had beers with Bill Watrous?" And he's like "So?" Amazing to think back on how accessible people and experiences were. (I think I have a me bothering a celebrity story for every occasion.) Thirty years later and that jazz club is now a strip joint. Lovely! And so it goes…
Oh yeah, jazz faves…. Spiro Gyra, Vince Giraldi, John Pizzarelli, Stan Getz with Astrud please and Kenny Rankin. I know I tend toward the pop side rather than the progressive. As for Randy Newman, I like "Mama Told Me Not to Come" (Three Dog Night) and "You've Got A Friend In Me" (Toy Story). Talk about a body of work! That guy's been going forever.
I'll check out Bud Shank when I can. But now She and "The Money Pit". Like I said, I envy your determination and motivation. Keep the dialogue coming, I love to watch others work. Love old houses too. Hate to paint though! That scene where Hanks and Long are trying to go about their lives and the house is in upheaval and the contractors are all over the place, hilarious. Love when Hanks gets stuck in the floor. I still hate painting.
* Yes She, big famn damily, I am the oldest of five. Two boys, three girls with one sister adopted. Also the oldest of 26 grandchildren on one side. Damn psychic, I knew you could see me from there!
Dried apricots in trail mix
Ah this will be short, need to head out,
To bad you couldn't just open the windows and let the lady bugs out to your roses? Ceramic tech, our community college has about 10 kilns, plus two Raku kilns, they are seem to be used a lot, had to drop out of my glaze class for this new job. Will take an evening class so I can fire up some things, have a wheel in my studio which I need to use more often. Much rather paint.
Little side note, I mentioned during my last positive coop meeting, I had hoped the coop would include all the arts, I noticed the Coop is addressing only visual arts, what is the difference? My comments may have been received as a threat? Hell, visual arts when I was in grammar school was the movie projector room for watching movies?
Really like haiku, and the concept of painting something unrelated in the Japanese tradition seem fun.
Thanks Hemi, really enjoyed the comments.
My dad and grandfather had an apricot ranch when I was a kid, remember those non irrigated super sweet tasty apricot's, never again to be found, my job was to shoot the jack rabbits with a 22, hell I was in the 4th grade? Never shot one though! Sitting in the cabin on the a lill overlooking the orchard, looking out the windows with a single shot 22, seems strange now.
Dried apricots without sulfur.