between rock pond and little tupper

Auto correct is a snare. I will look again at "open raw"

sound track?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5DEA8YgdWIw

This is a cleaned up presentation Armstrong's 1928 cut of "west End Blues"

Brasier Falls, John's Brook

There seems to be no good way to photograph a falls.

economic recovery

We must manufacture. The rest is just taking in each others laundry. Zero sum is a loosing proposition.

War memorials

I really liked the Vietnam memorial on the mall in D.C. as built. The additional statuary does not add to the impact.

Memorializing our current conflicts presents a problem.

A dark passage ending in a vertical shaft open to the sky.

A raised area of tightly mown grass surrounded by a red granite wall with names. No entry to the grass.

Alcohol

I can live very happily without potable ethanol. I very nearly do.

George Bliss

Bicycle enthusiast. I do some work with him. He pays.

Off to his hub station on Morton street for some income. 12:32 Friday.

Yes means Yes.

Adult children are only to be expected at our age. Independent is better than dependent but I will deal with whatever I must.
AS it happens, I have none. Marla teases me about her second child but she would have to have worked very hard to make her mine. I do not put that past her which makes the tease most effective.

Food.

I had another look at my shelf. The volume of Alice Waters I find is: The Art Of Simple Food.
I did read it when it showed up two years ago but it must have been a bad day.
It is a simple, readable, book on an excellent approach to food. It is without nationalistic special pleading and mystic passes. I would happily cook to her standard.

travel.

will return to 516 Wednesday-Thursday, May20-21. There is no Internet at Miami airport. Air train from JFK to Jamaica, Oyster Bay train from there.

Pygmalion?

Not significant.

On the island. Key West at about 10:30.

try this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5DEA8YgdWIw

All well.

mumble

I am two days into a drive to Key West. I spent a day and a half on I95 and got bored. There was enough sweep to the road hat sleep was not much of a problem. The second after noon I left the highway and drove US17 through Myrtle Beach and Charleston back to I95 at South Point. Not boring. I have tried to read Legislation. Boring. Government: not boring. What do they have in common? My thought is the prevention of unintended consequences.

more high places

high places

FORK

I will start a public blog. This private blog will continue.

Reboot

I was awake, for the first time in twenty eight years. I had hope replacing the grey stoicism which had underlain my existence. I was also vulnerable. Things mattered. I needed friends. I needed connection. I wanted my profession.

continued.

Mother began to walk every day. By summer she was getting to the beach and back.
I put a message on Bill's answering machine. " The object is ornament." I began to look for my friends from Parsons.
I consulted Marla. I began a library search. Marla found the Classmates listing. I joined IDSA. I went online. I began to build a portfolio of work. I began to work at design. I built a resume. I found Ini again. In May I called Bill in search of work. Maybe in September. September came, I went in to Pratt and did. There was no money.

news:

start here: http://www.newsday.com/services/newspaper/printedition/saturday/news/ny-hsalz0812742909may07,0,6015309.story
I looked for it in the Times. Not found.

My patron at Pratt, William Katavolos (Bill), and I put on a display of his water architecture yesterday. We had very little interest until I was taking it down. We will try again Monday.

Sunday, Bill's wife, Terenia, will fly to her home at Key West. Bill, I and The Dog (Bravo) will follow in the CRV Tuesday morning. I will be gone about ten days. I will take my laptop and sign on in the evenings.

I have much to learn.

I led an isolated cloistered life from from 1970 to 2000. since then it has not been better, just different.

the turn of the year to 2000

Chronology is hazy. The much hearalded Y2K was a nonevent.

I know what I did, I do not know when. I will ask some questions. Marla remembers differently.

The suppression system I had built in the early seventies crashed in mid January. I had my memories, what of them survived. I had a direction. I sought and found help. Several times.
I was again a designer with a design education.

mostly luck

Armistace day 2005, about 11am est looking north from Henderson Lake.
Wallface.

see your tag. will respond on reading.

meanwhile, here is a cartoon series: http://www.wapsisquare.com/d/20010909.html

you should know to copy such a url into a browser line and push enter.


Working for the next few hours. Next week looks like a drive back to Florida.

There is a book on Lavern, Katavolos's onetime employer.
..........................................................................................................................

I have read the article on this new A H1N1.

It would appear that most of the information is in what was not said.
The noise now looks more and more like CYA.
As Emily Latella would comment:
"Oh . . . Thats very different . . . Never mind."

Japanese Maple 10/05

Attention fails. I will sleep and, perhaps, dream.

History,

We need to know it. Consider my adventures with suppressed memory.
History is all we can know. Attempts to edit it are attempts to enforce behavior.
Machiavelli's The Prince is case studies and thus powerful. There are numerous
other examples.

History is performed acts.
In laboratory work, if it is not in a notebook, it did not happen.
It is the foundation from which we build.
Let us have more of it.

spring again

spring again II

Mother's cancer

Diagnosed spring, 1997. lumpectomy. Radiation to end of June 1988. Collapse July4 1988 resulting in emergency hospitalization. Family gathering planned for august called early.
Her life was despaired of. My surgeon brother flew in from the west coast, calls in an old cardiac surgeon to install a pericardium drain. Not a hopeful pathologists report. slow improvement. We held the party. It felt like a wake. I was not employed. I volunteered to be it but could not manage the DNR. Ann took that.
A few days later we had her released to hospice. She bore that for a week and came home with a visiting hospice nurse and doctor. We had an open morphine prescription and an oxygen concentrator. We never started the morphine. Slow improvement. She sent my sister back to Detroit. months of wheelchair and assisted bathing. I was doing all the cooking. The nurse turned over to an aid. The chair retired for a walker. In the late autumn of 1999 the aid realised that mother was not dying. Hospice Withdrew.
I do not remember Christmas.

I95 Southpoint, South Carolina

Just a stop and another day.

They were not stupid or dumb.

I have heard these words. I have none better.


First Corinthians 13:1-13

If I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am become sounding brass, or a clanging cymbal. And if I have the gift of prophecy, and know all mysteries and all knowledge; and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. And if I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and if I give my body to be burned, but have not love, it profiteth me nothing.

Love suffereth long, and is kind; love envieth not; love vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not its own, is not provoked, taketh not account of evil; rejoiceth not in unrighteousness, but rejoiceth with the truth; beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things. Love never faileth:

but whether there be prophecies, they shall be done away; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall be done away. For we know in part, and we prophesy in part; but when that which is perfect is come, that which is in part shall be done away. When I was a child, I spake as a child, I felt as a child, I thought as a child: now that I am become a man, I have put away childish things. For now we see in a mirror, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know fully even as also I was fully known. But now abideth faith, hope, love, these three; and the greatest of these is love.