by Ira Waglar
Interesting book about a boy/man struggling to come to terms with his Amish upbringing. Even more interesting to me since we just visited Lancaster.
by Ira Waglar
Interesting book about a boy/man struggling to come to terms with his Amish upbringing. Even more interesting to me since we just visited Lancaster.
Two woman’s story of their time in Evin Prison after being arrested for promoting their Christian faith. Horrifying tale; a bit repetitive.
by Rex Chapman
A highly entertaining autobiography of near-great basketball player, Rex Chapman. Tells the tale of his extraordinary basketball talent, unusual drive, and his decent into gambling and drug addiction.
Work nourishes noble minds. —SENECA, MORAL LETTERS, 31.5
Stress and worry tend to be higher before you act. Without action, all you can do is worry. Once you begin, fear shrinks as you start to influence the outcome. – James Clear
Work not for a reward, but never cease to do thy work. – Bhagavad Gita
by Robert Coram
This book was a fun read for me since I grew up on Marine bases.
A few items I want to remember:
by Ralph Steadman
On the the one hand, it was fun to read the stories behind Thompson’s great books. One the other, Steadman’s attempts to mimic Thompson’s Gonzo style were a little cringe inducing.
If you’re efficient, you’re doing it the wrong way. The right way is the hard way. – Jerry Seinfeld
That which we persist in doing becomes easier to do, not that the nature of the thing has changed but that our power to do has increased. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
Circumstances are what deceive us—you must be discerning in them. We embrace evil before good. We desire the opposite of what we once desired. Our prayers are at war with our prayers, our plans with our plans. —SENECA, MORAL LETTERS, 45.6
by Cal Newport
Basically says frantic activity is not the same thing as being productive.
by John Feinstein
Pretty entertaining book about players, coaches, and umpires stuck either in the minors or shuttling back and forth.
“Life without a design is erratic. As soon as one is in place, principles become necessary. I think you’ll concede that nothing is more shameful than uncertain and wavering conduct, and beating a cowardly retreat. This will happen in all our affairs unless we remove the faults that seize and detain our spirits, preventing them from pushing forward and making an all-out effort.” —SENECA, MORAL LETTERS, 95.46
by John Wooden
People seek retreats for themselves in the country, by the sea, or in the mountains. You are very much in the habit of yearning for those same things. But this is entirely the trait of a base person, when you can, at any moment, find such a retreat in yourself. For nowhere can you find a more peaceful and less busy retreat than in your own soul—especially if on close inspection it is filled with ease, which I say is nothing more than being well-ordered. Treat yourself often to this retreat and be renewed. —MARCUS AURELIUS, MEDITATIONS, 4.3.1
by Anne Somerset
I agree with this reviewer on Amazon.
I truly wanted to learn more about Queen Elizabeth I and her reign, and was willing to take a summer to read this book.
Alas, this is a book of history written by an accountant. There is no intrigue, no battle, no war, no romance within that has not been reduced to a long, drawn-out bloodless pedantic bore.
A man who wants to lead the orchestra must turn his back on the crowd – Islwyn Jeneins
If a person gave away your body to some passerby, you’d be furious. Yet you hand over your mind to anyone who comes along, so they may abuse you, leaving it disturbed and troubled—have you no shame in that? —EPICTETUS, ENCHIRIDION, 28
Usually, what you wish for doesn’t fall in your lap; it falls somewhere nearby, and you have to recognize it, stand up, and put in the time and work it takes to get to it. – Neil Strauss
There are no traffic jams on the extra mile. – Zig Ziglar
by Emily Dickenson
Hope is a strange invention -A Patent of the Heart -
In unremitting action
Yet never wearing out -
Of this electric adjunct
Not anything is known
But it’s unique momentum
Embellish all we own -Fr1424
Every act of conscious learning requires the willingness to suffer an injury to one’s self-esteem. That is why young children, before they are aware of their own self-importance, learn so easily; and why older persons, especially if vain or important, cannot learn at all. – Thomas Szasz
Source: Words to the Wise
by Joan Didion
Her ruminations about her husband’s death. I really don’t know that the fuss is about Didion. I find her writing annoy.
Most of what we say and do is not necessary, and its omission would save both time and trouble. At every step, therefore, a man should ask himself, ‘Is this one of the things that are superfluous?’ Moreover, not idle actions only but even idle impressions ought to be suppressed; for the unnecessary action will not ensue. – Marcus Aurelius
Clear your mind and get a hold on yourself and, as when awakened from sleep and realizing it was only a bad dream upsetting you, wake up and see that what’s there is just like those dreams. – Marcus Aurelius
Went to see Forbert at the Jammin Java. Excellent as usual. The keyboardist was a nice addition. I particularly liked the songs he played accordion on. He finished the show with an excellent version of January, 1978.
From a few years ago.
Take a good hard look at people’s ruling principle, especially of the wise, what they run away from and what they seek out. —MARCUS AURELIUS, MEDITATIONS, 4.38
“From Rusticus . . . I learned to read carefully and not be satisfied with a rough understanding of the whole, and not to agree too quickly with those who have a lot to say about something.” —MARCUS AURELIUS, MEDITATIONS, 1.7.3
Without commitment, you cannot have depth in anything, whether it’s a relationship, a business or a hobby.” – Neil Strauss
Too many of us are total strangers to ourselves. We seek busyness. We seek external markers. We seek out others to understand us, and demand that they hear what we’re saying. Meanwhile, we ignore the voice inside. The one that is whispering to us so many important lessons. The one that is shouting so many warnings. – Ryan Holiday
External things can’t fix internal issues. – Ryan Holiday, The Daily Stoic p. 31
If you wish to understand the present moment, you’ll gain more clarity by studying the past than you will from following the breathless news cycle. Put distance between you and the attention merchants. Read philosophy. Read history. Read biographies. Study psychology. Study the patterns of humanity. – Ryan Holiday
I will keep constant watch over myself and—most usefully—will put each day up for review. For this is what makes us evil—that none of us looks back upon our own lives. We reflect upon only that which we are about to do. And yet our plans for the future descend from the past. – SENECA, MORAL LETTERS, 83.2
I often find myself thinking that Keynes must be one of the most remarkable men that ever lived – the quick logic, the birdlike swoop of intuition, the vivid fancy, the wide vision, above all the incomparable sense of the fitness of words, all combine to make something several degrees beyond the limit of ordinary human achievement. – Lionel Robbins
by Zachary D. Carter
The life of the economist John Maynard Keynes. Sort of a combo of the life of Keynes, and more importantly, the life of his ideas. Not the easiest read, but a good read.
Pass through this brief patch of time in harmony with nature, and come to your final resting place gracefully, just as a ripened olive might drop, praising the earth that nourished it and grateful to the tree that gave it growth.” —MARCUS AURELIUS, MEDITATIONS, 4.48.2
Tranquility can’t be grasped except by those who have reached an unwavering and firm power of judgment – the rest constantly fall and rise in their decisions, wavering in a state of alternately rejecting and accepting things. What is the cause of this back and forth? It’s because nothing is clear and they rely on the most uncertain guide – common opinion. – Seneca
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Pretty good book about the horrible relationship between Plath and Hughes. To me it bogged down a bit because of some academic or too cuties language.
Went to see Teng. Got there really early, so got seats up close. She has changed a lot since Warm Strangers, the older album I was familiar with. Use a lot of computer thingies now, which actually, wasn’t a bad thing. Really good show. I’d see her again.
You must linger among a limited number of master-thinkers, and digest their works, if you would derive ideas which shall win firm hold in your mind. – Seneca
In today’s world, some may look at Jimmy Carter and see a man of a bygone era — with honesty and character, faith and humility. But I don’t believe it’s a bygone era. I see a man not only of our times, but for all times. Someone who embodies the most fundamental human values we can never let slip away. … We may never see his like again. But we would all do well to try to be a little more like Jimmy Carter. – Joe Biden
We all want progress, but if you’re on the wrong road, progress means doing an about-turn and walking back to the right road; in that case, the man who turns back soonest is the most progressive. – C.S. Lewis
If your choices are beautiful, so too will you be. – Epictetus
We must adjust to changing times and still hold to unchanging principles. Jimmy Carter
Now we assign punishment to fit the criminal and not the crime. Jimmy Carter
by Laurence Bergreen
Engrossing read.
by Ryan Holiday
Oh my. I thought it would be at least entertaining. Not. At one point I started thinking that it was a kid’s movie, and looked around at the audience. Not a kid in sight. I guess the demand for very stupid movies for adults is high.
We suffer more in imagination than in reality. Seneca
by James Clear
A guide to developing better habits.
by Julia Baird
Very good bio of Queen Victoria (and a lot about her husband, Prince Albert). A very good read, until towards the end, when for me it lagged a bit.
Went to see a new play. Data, at Arena Stage, about the ethical dilemma a brilliant data scientist faces. Is it ethical to create an algorithm that automatically decides if a person gets a visa or not? Or is the software a good thing, shortening the wait time for a decision.
I enjoyed the play. Although the authored tried to add some humor, it was still a lot. I would definitely recommend it though.
If you want to change the way people respond to you, change the way you respond to people. – Timothy Leary
by Kevin Baker
A sporadically entertaining book about the history of baseball in NYC. Too long. Ends weirdly.
by Philip Larkin
The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.
Is it that they are born again
And we grow old? No, they die too,
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.
Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fullgrown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.
by Marc Meyers
Marc is a pretentious name. Anatomy of a Song is a good book though. Consist of short antidotes about 45 mostly classic rock-n-roll songs, mostly the sixties and seventies. Lots of short interviews with the songwriters, producers, musicians. Two thumbs-up. Entertaining.
People say that what we’re all seeking is a meaning for life. I don’t think that’s what we’re really seeking. I think that what we’re seeking is an experience of being alive – Joseph Campbell
If you look for truth, you may find comfort in the end; if you look for comfort you will not get either comfort or truth only soft soap and wishful thinking to begin, and in the end, despair. ― CS Lewis
by Jimmy Carter
Amazing man.
You should no longer be concerned with what the world says of you but with what you say to yourself.
— On Solitude by Michel de Montaigne
The funniest thing about dying is how much we, the living, ask of the dying; how we beg them to make it easier on us. – Zadie Smith
Politics is an argument about the future. – Patrick Moynihan
by Ryan Holiday
A thoughtful look at how the Stoic philosophy can be used by everyday people in everyday life. I would guess the book is criticized for oversimplifying both the Stoic philosophy and what it takes to overcome life’s many obstacles. And there’s probably some truth to that. Still, I think the book is more than worthwhile read.
Went to see Jack White at the 9:30. Rocked it out!
It ain’t what you don’t know that gets you into trouble. It’s what you know for sure that just ain’t so. – Mark Twain
by Randall Balmar
I really liked this book about my hero, Jimmy Carter. Yes, it’s another bio of the great man, but is unique in it’s focus on the evangelical angle. Balmar tries to understand how the evangelical movement, the Moral Majority/Religious Right, sought to bring Ronald Reagan to power as a result of their (ridiculous) beef with the IRS, and their strategy of using abortion as a red flag to rile up their poorly educated followers. A very effective strategy that we are still paying for to this day. God help us.
by Woody Allen
Allen’s autobiography. Very interesting read.
Went with kids to see the tournament. Very hot, but didn’t rain for a change. Saw lots of top players, Korda, Tiafoe, Jordan Thompson, Ben Shelton, others. Every match we saw was competitive.
Section 13 is good, sun at back. The parking was atrocious. One of the lots they list on the web site closes at 10:30 pm. The matches run much later than that. Great. The new route the shuttle buses take seems longer than before. Food is wildly overpriced. Not a customer friendly event at all.
by Kabir
Plucking your eyebrows,
Putting on mascara,
But will that help you
To see things anew?
The one who sees
Is changed into
The one who’s seen
Only if one is
Salt and the other
Water. But you, says Kabir,
Are a dead
Lump of quartz.
— Translated by Arvind Krishna Mehrotra
by Mikhal Dekel
Story of Polish people driven from their homes by the Nazis during WWII. They travel first to Russia, then exiled to gulags in Siberia. Some ended up as refugees in Iran, then finally to Palestine.
Care about what other people think and you will always be their prisoner. – Lao Tzu
by Stephen Ambrose
The book the well-known TV series was based on. Good book. One criticism would be that he uses some military jargon that I had to keep looking up.
by Emily Dickenson
Had I not seen the Sun
I could have borne the shade
But Light a newer Wilderness
My Wilderness has made
Fr1249
by Maria Bramford
funny.
I’ve missed more than 9,000 shots in my career. I’ve lost almost 300 games. Twenty-six times I’ve been trusted to take the game-winning shot and missed. I’ve failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed. – Michael Jordan
Funny….
by John Krakauer
Shocking tale of a murder perpetrated by a couple of brothers, both Mormons who felt that “god” commanded them to do it. Book give a good sick Mormon history.
Went with D. to see Wilco at Wolf Trap. Good show, a really tight band. The opening act, Cut Worms, was also good. They were kind of a 60s pop throwback. Enjoyable.
Setlist
Went to see Maggie Rogers on Father’s Day with D. Good show, although I wish I had been more familiar with her songs. I tried listening to the new album a lot before the show, but I guess not enough time to sink in.
I particularly liked her solo piano version of I Still Do, and also Don’t Forget Me, which I think it a particularly good song.
Setlist
by J.R. Moehringer
Moehringer was the ghostwriter for Agassi’s book, Open. Since he told such a good story with that, I thought I’d give his own autobiography a try. I thought it was a little, ok a lot, slow.
Victory belongs to the most tenacious. – Roland Garros
You have to like to suffer. – Carlos Alcaraz
You can’t climb the ladder of success with your hands in your pockets. – Arnold Schwarzenegger
The impediment to action advances action.
What stands in the way becomes the way. – Marcus Aurelius
by Andre Agassi
Certainly one of the best autobiographies I have ever read. “Open” is a great title. He’s is so open about his shortcomings and issues. Really remarkable. The ghostwriter – JR Moehringer – really made it come alive.
Planted about 30 last Friday, 5/10/24. The really big one (bottom right), came up on it’s own from last year.
Have around 40 leftover. About eight duds.
About 40 have sprouted as of 4/25/2024.
by Mike Rothschild
After reading this, I understand why the Alt-Right is always going on about Soros, Globalists, and “The Illuminate.” All that is just the continuation of hundreds of years of Jewish conspiracy theory. Nothing new, just the continuation of ancient craziness.
by Gregg Herken
In the years after World War II, Georgetown’s leafy streets were home to an unlikely group of Cold Warriors who helped shape American strategy. This coterie of affluent, well-educated, and connected civilians guided the country, for better and worse, from the Marshall Plan through McCarthyism, Watergate, and Vietnam. The Georgetown set included Phil and Kay Graham, husband-and-wife publishers of The Washington Post; Joe and Stewart Alsop, odd-couple brothers who were among the country’s premier political pundits; Frank Wisner, a driven, manic-depressive lawyer in charge of CIA covert operations; and a host of other diplomats, spies, and scholars. Gregg Herken gives us intimate portraits of these dedicated and talented, if deeply flawed, individuals, who navigated the Cold War years (often over cocktails and dinner) with very real consequences reaching into the present day. Throughout, he illuminates the drama and fascination of that noble, congenial, curious old world,” in Joe Alsop’s words, bringing this remarkable roster of men and women not only out into the open but vividly to life.
News is only the first rough draft of history. – Alan Barth (often attributed to Phil Graham)
by Wim Wenders
Hirayama cleans public toilets in Tokyo, lives his life in simplicity and daily tranquility. Some encounters also lead him to reflect on himself.
Some people die at 25 and aren’t buried until 75. – Benjamin Franklin
by Walter Iaascson
This book didn’t really change my mind about musk. Remarkable man, huge asshole.
I guess I do appreciate what he accomplished a bit more.
Good read, but not Iaascson’s best. Lags towards the end.
Saw Trucks Tedeschi band with D at Warner Theater. Good show.
https://www.setlist.fm/setlist/tedeschi-trucks-band/2024/warner-theatre-washington-dc-4baab782.html
by Emily Dickenson Dear March - Come in - How glad I am - I hoped for you before - Put down your Hat - You must have walked - How out of Breath you are - Dear March, how are you, and the Rest - Did you leave Nature well - Oh March, Come right up stairs with me - I have so much to tell - I got your Letter, and the Birds - The Maples never knew that you were coming - I declare - how Red their Faces grew - But March, forgive me - All those Hills you left for me to Hue - There was no Purple suitable - You took it all with you - Who knocks? That April - Lock the Door - I will not be pursued - He stayed away a Year to call When I am occupied - But trifles look so trivial As soon as you have come
Pass through this brief patch of time in harmony with nature, and come to your final resting place gracefully, just as a ripened olive might drop, praising the earth that nourished it and grateful to the tree that gave it growth. —MARCUS AURELIUS, MEDITATIONS, 4.48
We must give up many things to which we are addicted, considering them to be good. Otherwise, courage will vanish, which should continually test itself. Greatness of soul will be lost, which can’t stand out unless it disdains as petty what the mob regards as most desirable. —SENECA, MORAL LETTERS, 74.12b–13
It’s not how well you avoid problems. It’s how fast you figure out what the problem is and fix it. – Tom Mueller
Well done movie. Thoughtful, well paced. Kept me interested the entire time.
Directed by Ilker Çatak, who also cowrote it with Johannes Duncker. Starring Leonie Benesch.
It’s probably best to think of the film as a parable of sorts, one where an everyday institution is presented realistically, with correct procedural details, but also stands in for a larger system or set of ideals, like the jury room in “Twelve Angry Men” or the ship in a mutiny story. The film handles national, racial and class resentments as subtly as it handles everything else.
Roger Ebert website
Saw Power at the Lincoln Theatre in DC. Good show. Her band really killed it.
Ate at Busboys and Poets before the show. Cool place.
by Celine Song
Nora and Hae Sung, two deeply connected childhood friends, are wrested apart after Nora’s family emigrates from South Korea. Twenty years later, they are reunited for one fateful week as they confront notions of love and destiny.
https://www.washingtonpost.com/movies/2023/06/08/past-lives-movie-review/
We took a quick trip to NYC to see The Neil Diamond Musical: A Beautiful Noise at the Broadhurst Theatre. We took Amtrak there. Comfortable ride, about four hours. Much better than flying. Stayed in the Marriot Marquis, right in Time Square. Nice hotel, seemed to be recently renovated. Only compliant was the walls seemed a little thin, could hear our neighbors pretty easily. We could easily walk from the Penn Station, to the show, and to the hotel. Very convenient.
The show exceeded my expectations. I assumed it would be just a bunch of song and dance numbers, and there was a lot of that. But they also attempted, successfully it seemed to me, to make sense of Diamond’s life. The structure the story around a series of conversations between Diamond and his therapist. They used the line from I Am I Said as the story’s theme:
Did you ever read about a frog
Who dreamed of bein’ a king
And then became one
Diamond felt himself a frog unless he was performing, when he became a king. When the performance ended, he turned back into the frog. This relation helps Diamond come to terms with his life.
The actor that played Diamond as a young man was especially good. Not did he look like Diamond (although better looking), he somehow managed to sound exactly like him. The performance was really spot on.
by Nathaniel Hawthorne
Pretty good 🙂
by Nathaniel Hawthorne
By Kelly Reichardt
‘Showing Up’ Review: Making Art in All Its Everyday Glory https://www.nytimes.com/2023/04/06/movies/showing-up-review-michelle-williams.html?smid=nytcore-android-share
by Arnold Schwarzenegger
by Jafar Panahi
Iranian director. Commentary on the meaning of film. Excellent.
If if we are merely loquacious and loud talkers, then we can afford to stand very near together, check by jail, and feel each other’s breath: but if we speak reservedly and thoughtfully, we want to be farther apart, that all animal heat and moisture may have a chance to evaporate. – Henry David Thoreau
Watch your thoughts, they become your words; watch your words, they become your actions; watch your actions, they become your habits; watch your habits, they become your character; watch your character, it becomes your destiny. ― Lao Tzu
By Susan Cheever
A short history of the intellectual capital of the USA, Concord Massachusetts when Emerson, Thoreau, Hawthorne, Louisa Alcott, and others made it their home.
Cheever have a light and breeze style, makes for easy reading. Enjoyed this book, although I don’t think anybody would take this book to be the definitively bio of the time. But it was a fun high-level overview.
by Lew Freedman
by Henry David Thoreau
I travelogue on his three trips to Cape Cod. Not essential reading, but interesting.
by Phillip Norman
A so-so biography of George Harrison. While it’s a brisk and engaging read, it also superficial. I didn’t find the author very insightful in regard to the Harrison the artist. It reads more like a chronological summary of newspaper articles and books about Harrison and the Beatles.
The first principle is that you must not fool yourself – and you are the easiest person to fool. — Richard Feynman
by Susan Cheever
Cheever knows how to keep a story moving. A fun, brisk read about a life and family disrupted by alcohol.
America did not invent human rights. In a very real sense… human rights invented America. – Jimmy Carter
Piling up material goods cannot fill the emptiness of lives which have no confidence or purpose. – Jimmy Carter
by Mieko Kawakami
Interesting novel about two misfit middle-school students.
by Jessica Pan
Great book about the difficulties of being an introvert, and strategies for “overcoming”.
The Genius of Steven Wright:
1 – I’d kill for a Nobel Peace Prize.
2 – Borrow money from pessimists — they don’t expect it back.
3 – Half the people you know are below average.
4 – 99% of lawyers give the rest a bad name.
5 – 82.7% of all statistics are made up on the spot.
6 – A conscience is what hurts when all your other parts feel so good.
7 – A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory.
8 – If you want the rainbow, you got to put up with the rain.
9 – All those who believe in psycho kinesis, raise my hand.
10 – The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.
11 – I almost had a psychic girlfriend, ….. But she left me before we met.
12 – OK, so what’s the speed of dark?
13 – How do you tell when you’re out of invisible ink?
14 – If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously overlooked something.
15 – Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.
16 – When everything is coming your way, you’re in the wrong lane.
17 – Ambition is a poor excuse for not having enough sense to be lazy.
18 – Hard work pays off in the future; laziness pays off now.
19 – I intend to live forever … So far, so good.
20 – If Barbie is so popular, why do you have to buy her friends?
21 – Eagles may soar, but weasels don’t get sucked into jet engines.
22 – What happens if you get scared half to death twice?
23 – My mechanic told me, “I couldn’t repair your brakes, so I made your horn louder.”
24 – Why do psychics have to ask you for your name?
25 – If at first you don’t succeed, destroy all evidence that you tried.
26 – A conclusion is the place where you got tired of thinking.
27 – Experience is something you don’t get until just after you need it.
28 – The hardness of the butter is proportional to the softness of the bread.
29 – To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism; to steal from many is research.
30 – The problem with the gene pool is that there is no lifeguard.
31 – The sooner you fall behind, the more time you’ll have to catch up.
32 – The colder the x-ray table, the more of your body is required to be on it.
33 – Everyone has a photographic memory; some just don’t have film.
34 – If at first you don’t succeed, skydiving is not for you.
35 – If your car could travel at the speed of light, would your headlights work.
Do not pray for easy lives. Pray to be stronger men! Do not pray for tasks equal to your powers. Pray for powers equal to your tasks. – John F. Kennedy
by Geoffrey Best
Boring, extremely long paragraphs, and lots of British terms that aren’t familiar to an American.
by Emily Dickenson
Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze - A few incisive mornings - A few Ascetic eves - Gone - Mr Bryant’s “Golden Rod” - And Mr Thomson’s “sheaves. Still, is the bustle in the Brook - Sealed are the spicy valves - Mesmeric fingers softly touch The eyes of many Elves - Perhaps a squirrel may remain - My sentiments to share - Grant me, Oh Lord, a sunny mind - Thy windy will to bear!
Went to the Museum of Asian Art, Freer Gallery, to see this film about an Iranian painter whose live and work got caught up in the Iranian Revolution. Excellent. The painter and the co-director (his daughter) were there to answer questions.
by Mieko Kawakami
Documentary about folksinger Joan Baez.
by Jimmy Carter
To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
“People are frugal in guarding their personal property; but as soon as it comes to squandering time they are most wasteful of the one thing in which it is right to be stingy.” — Seneca (4 BCE – 65 CE)
“Whatever the cost of our libraries, the price is cheap compared to that of an ignorant nation.” – Walter Cronkite
by Emily Dickenson
Tell all the truth but tell it slant — Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth's superb surprise As Lightning to the Children eased With explanation kind The Truth must dazzle gradually Or every man be blind —
Talent hits a target no one else can hit; Genius hits a target no one else can see. – Arthur Schopenhauer
Not sure how such a terrible movie got so much buzz. Great marketing I guess.
Went to see Moulin Rouge at the Kennedy Center. It was kind of entertaining but also predictable. The way they told the story using popular songs was clever.
https://www.washingtonpost.com/entertainment/theater/2023/08/17/moulin-rouge-review-kennedy-center/
by Jonathan Alter
Miss Julia assigned Carter warranty’s to read in fifth grade
The Carter’s got electricity in 1935 and his father purchased a windmill with an elevated water tank and pipes so they could have running water period
With Earl’s encouragement, Jimmy learned to be a tireless entrepreneur when he was 6 years old period before long he earned more than many grown men in the area, who lived on less than $1 a day period Jimmy picked peanuts off the Vine and stack them in his little wagon, wash them, and soak them overnight period at the 4 o’clock he rose to boil the peanuts and fill 20 paper bags with a 1/2 pound each period then he pulled the wagon down the railroad bed 2 miles to plant to sell his wares-5 cents a bag-out of the wicker basket on Main Street period some of the men at the filling station like to eat their penis with their dopes, which is what cokes were caught then called period then he began learning about the world beyond his family the black workers killed for Quote impudence boarding on assault closePage 47
And somewhere around 86, and already wilful Jimmy decided he wanted to be not a farmer like his father or one of the other ambitious ambitions of kids as age, railroad engineer, cowboy, FBI agent, John Dillinger-but to go to Annapolis to become a naval officer the discipline, drive, and exceptionally broad horizons he developed and the navy would make everything in his future possible
Jimmy enrolled at Georgia Southwestern college a 2 year junior college in America’s
In early 1942 Congressman pace refused once again to recommend him for the Naval Academy period this time, though, Mr. Earl stubbornly refused to leave paces America’s porch until he had a more definitive answer about his boy’s future pace promised an appointment the following Spring if Jimmy took math and science classes that weren’t available at George’s Southwestern period that led to a year at Georgia Tech and acceptance to the naval reserves officers training corps periodPage 51
Carter entered Annapolis in 1943 Roosevelt had signed it order saying that all midship and must complete their studies in 3 years instead of 4 because of the war Invictus invictus written by English poet William Ernest Henley one of his favorite points
Page 55 story about the incident at Annapolis when Carter refused to sing marching through Georgia even though he was punished Extensively by the upper classroom
Concerning the first black to come to Annapolis, page 57 period Carter did the right thing, but more quietly period the price was higher for him because he was a Georgian period he was treated as if he were a trader for his lining up with brown supporters, a classmate, Walter moiley, recalled
Carter graduated number 60 out of 820
Separation of church and state was the Central tenant of Roger Miller Baptist church
Williams thought church and state should be separate to preserve integrity of the church. Unlike Thomas Jefferson who would follow, Williams did not wish to separate church and state primarily to preserve the peace and purity of the state but rather to preserve the peace and integrity of the church.
When the Georgia General Assembly was in session, Jimmy bumped at a cheap hotel and rose at 430 to begin preparing period he arrived at the gospel before 7-earlier than any colleague-and he worked 5 days when most of the rest put in 4 period page 122
Carter took a speed reading class at Georgia Southwestern to help him fulfill what he ruefully called his foolish promise to read every bill in his entirety before voting on it-a daunting task when about 12:00 bills reach the floor every year period page 122
The following weekend, Carter recalled being sickened at the George Georgia Tech football game when some fans booed during a moment of silence for the slaying president Kennedy
When news of JFK’s assassination was announced in chips classroom at plains high school, the teacher said good and the teeth students supplied in period chip picked up a chair and flew it at the flung it in the teacher’s direction period and the principal’s office, Mr. Sheffield expressed his sympathies over the president’s death and sent him home, where Jimmy and Rosen declined to punish him periodPage 126
Jimmy reminded the congregation that black worshippers had previously been admitted to the church for funerals-including that of his father-and other special occasions period this is not my house: this is not your house he said period here and they could keep anyout of their house if they wanted period but I for one will never stand in the door of this church and keep anyone out period page 129
Carter jumped into the race just 12 weeks before the September democratic primary period from the start, he ran a discipline, ideologically hazy campaign focused on integrity and reform-a pattern for the future period but there were signs of his inner progress of struggling to get out period without drawing attention to it, he accompanied a bit in black churches-one of the first times in a white statewide candidate in Georgia did so period page 134
Little Lillian Carter joined the Peace Corps when she was 67 years old it was sent to India a village near Bombay page 134
Carter came to believe that no other human being had affected his career more profoundly we’re beneficially than Hamilton Jordan period page 136
Lester Maddox A Democrat and a major racist, ended up winning the raceA Democrat and a major racist, ended up winning the race.
Carter called the book Ryan hold nibura on politics his political Bible period page 140
Carter felt he couldn’t easily do missionary work in Georgia, where he had become well known, so in May 1968 he joined a lay mission team for 2 weeks in lochaven, Pennsylvania, an industrial town in the mountains period page 1 41 3Page 143
When the Carter’s worked as a team-as they would for the rest of their lives-they also embodied the ideals of rosalynn’s original creed: methodism, inspired by founder John Wesley’s admonition to quote do all the good you can, to all the people you can, as long as you as long as you as long as ever you can period closeQuote page 146
David rabhan he drove quarter to campaign appearances in his cesina 310 twin-engine pro plane.
He once turned the fuel line switch off while Carter was driving as a prank period.
Carter never had a campaign Manager. Jodie Powell started as his driver Carter would leave him if he got up too late. Was expelled from the Air Force Academy for cheating. He was a doctorial candidate at Emery.
I eventually became his press secretary.
During his campaign for governor Carter offered what would later be caught dogwhistles: code words such as George’s heritage law and order local control and respect for government Wallace that sounded innocuous on the surface of its signal to white voters that he was with them on racial issues he was an early master of the practice page 154
Carl Sanders law firm represented big and unpopular corporate interest, including Georgia power, and he had personal stakes in several of them period Carter picked up on a republican gym-cufflinks Carl-and it’s stuck, though Sanders didn’t wear shirts that needed them page 157
Carter curried favor of Harrison Griffin to the biggest segregationist in Georgia page 162
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Being governor brought out the exacting engineer in Carter-and the righteous Warrior period he would prove to be the greatest environmentalist governor in the country, but not before ALA80 many Georgians with his bold plan to overhaul state government period both experiences pre sauge what he would do-and what would be done to him-as president page 177
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Carter pushed through a gigantic reorganization of state government in Georgia it saved them millions of dollars for example they could now issue general obligation bonds which save them a lot of in interest costs page 182
The chattahoochie river became one of the Carter’s greatest legacies he protected at page 183
Carter was one of the first to take on the army corps of engineers because he thought they were building way too many dams that were unnecessary page 184
A Congressman wanted to build a dam on the Flint river period before making a decision-Carter Canoe down the river twice and made a point of learning all about the indigenous showbass otter blocks muskrat beaver and Bobcat that would be affected by the dam he devoted more than a 100 hours of his time to meeting with dozens of groups on both sides for concrete manufacturers to fly fishermenEdit a video again
Carter passed a bill that said all 57 miles of the chat to tahuga river could not be d*****Page 186
Carter would sometimes ride around the state please and they would pull cars over that were speeding above the 55 miles an hour limit so that Carter could personally lecture them p 188
Carter joined the anybody but govern effort saying that government would lose every state in the South
For a while Pat Cadell would be Carter’s advisor he would go on to coach Gary Hart Joe Biden Ross perro and eventually Donald Trump on how to appeal to disaffected voters page 197
When Jimmy told his mother he was preparing to run for president, lily and replied, president of what? Page 199
Carter rewrote the speech he gave for the famous law day because he thought the original one he had sounded too much like Kennedy’s period so we rerouted on the spot period
The law day speech was nevertheless an instant classic, and for the next 2 years, Thompson played the 45 minute tape dozens of times for people who would look at me like I was finally over the hump into terminal brain damage period of course people listen anyway because a hip, often cynical celebrity journalist was telling them that this obscure governor had something important to say period it’s hard to exaggerate the boost Thompson gave Carter with the young reporters he would need to take him seriously as a presidential candidate period page 208
Jimmy Carter was a famously Unlucky president period but as a presidential candidate, he caught many breaks period
The first was that the smiling Sunday school teacher seemed perfect in a doubt to the scowling quote who had just left office period
Outsider themes were in the air in the mid-seventies period
Billy Carter said my mother went into the Peace Corps when she was 68, my one sister is a motorcycle freak, my other sister is a holy roller evangelist, and my brother is running for president period I’m the only same 1 in the family period page 217
Hamilton Jordan believe the candidate’s secret weapon was the variety of his life experiences he could talk commodity prices with I will farmer’s, d*** construction with New Hampshire environmentalist, navy traditions with veterans, and the teaching of Jesus with the rule Bible belt democrats women’s groups thrilled to the idea of miscellaneous being freed by the early death of her husband to build her own life of adventure, while businessmen were impressed by Carter’s hard-nosed management of his company Miami Cubans cheered when he explained to them emphasis in Spanish, with a Southern accent) how is human right policy could end Castro’s domination of Cuba, and blacks loved hearing him use the cadence of a preacher to confess that he had lived his early life in Central segregation period page 218
Which of them noticed that Carter did especially well with children, who would rush towards him in a way that reporters had never seen while covering other politicians it wasn’t that Carter treated children as adults but that he treated both adults and children as children enveloping them with a smile and his message of goodness and love page 219
Ford said that dropping Rockefeller from the ticket was the worst mistake of his presidency page 228
Biden was the first senator to back Jimmy Carter page 233
He’s not a politician Charles kerbo reminded other aids in Atlanta as president he will do what he thinks is right, whether it’s popular or not, and if elected, he may be a one term president period page 245
Carter quoted Dylan during his democratic nomination acceptance speech We have an America that in Bob Dylan’s phrase is busy being born not busy dying
Carter said quote I feel like I have only one life to live-I feel God wants me to do my best I can with it period and that’s quite often my major prayer color let me live my life so that it will be meaningful period and I enjoy tackling difficult problems, and solving them, and the meticulous organization of a complicated effort period close Page 259
This was becoming known in theological and socio philosophical circles as the servant leader model, though a humble self as approach to social change was not normally associated with those at the very top period page 259
Carter aired the first Ever political TV ad in Spanish page 262
Today the playboy interview would likely be a 1 day story: even then, a more Teflon candidate like ground rag and might have let it slide right off him period but Carter had a Velcro quality to him the result of his righteousness and his inability to develop a casual disarming humor that so often accompanies political success the playboy embrogalio was the first was serious web search as Frank Carter to a smaller than life character and, as Charles KimKimberly feared, affects a semi permanent kick me sign to his posterior page 267
Over the summer Carter had bonded with James Dickey, the celebrated American poet Carter had been amused in 1972 and dickey, a Georgia native, showed up drunk to the first screening of deliverance now dickey became virtually the only one who’s debated vice he would welcome page 273
Martin Luther king’s father helped Carter a lot. George Wallace told his supporters it was okay to vote for Carter towards the very end of the campaign joso helped page 277
Carter was the first President elected from the deep South since Zachary Taylor in 1848 and the first governor elected President since FDR in 1932 page 280
In the end, Jimmy Carter won the election but not the mandate, James Naughton of The New York Times wrote on election night already signaling that Carter’s ambitious agenda might have trouble page 280
The democratic majority in 1977 was undermined by an almost total absence of party line votes democrats were divided between old-fashioned northern new deal great society liberals, Southern conservatives who might as well have been republican’s, and Ramon bunches young democratic watergate babies elected in 1974 who disliked the stuffy emphasis on seniority and took orders from no 1 page 2 Carter tried something called cabinet government which disempowered the White House staff which had grown arrogant in recent administrations and favor giving cabinet secretaries more autonomy and freedom to craft policy that backfired though since Carter got all the blame and none of the credit page chto 8786
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Carter loaded his senior White House staff with young Georgians, and envisioned them as spokes on a wheel all with equal direct access to the president the center can you get it the same thing terrible page 288
Carter gave Mondale a big suite just down the hall from the oval office and gave him lots of responsibilities page 289
Weirdly he selected Theodore swordson JFK speech writer to be the CIA director it wasn’t a good choice sorisson was a conscience objector during World War 2
Carter started the practice of the president releasing his taxes which everyone did until Trump
Carter put all his assets in a blind trust
Carter walked up Pennsylvania Avenue during the ignore after the inauguration
On his 1st day in office Carter started working towards pardoning all the Vietnam draft Dodgers
Carter’s many bills on energy and the environment had a profound cumulative impact on life in the 21st century his policies sharply reduce dependencies on foreign oil, began the transition to green energy, mandated energy efficiency, and move across a broad front to clean up the environment page 299
But austerity is a political loser for president’s: all pain for largely invisible gain and energy conservation is expensively unpleasant because it cramps everyone’s lifestyle Carter knew this but remained undaunted it’s a b**** I know why no other President was willing to tackle it he told his family towards the end of his term page 300
Dane acroyd played Carter as a president so frighteningly competent he could help callers on everything from fixing high-speed postal lettuce order to surviving a bad LSD trip page 302
Carter thought there should be a palestinian homeland at the very beginning of his term
He knew more about say the endangered species act and its impact on drilling in dams that almost anyone he could have hired, and he brought that knowledge to bear during the Sprint towards a comprehensive energy plan page 3 or 3
Quote tonight I want to have an unpleasant talk with you about a problem unprecedented in our history with the exception of preventing war, this is the greatest challenge that our country will face in our lifetimes the energy crisis has not yet overwhelmed us, but it will if we do not act quickly page 3 or 3
Carter’s new natural gas regulatory structure encouraged both production and conservation would help make the United States Annette energy exporter in the 21 st century page 307
Carter and portpose the first federal fuel economy standards for passenger vehicles
It wasn’t until the 1977 clean air act amendments pushed hard by Carter enforced by UPA minister Doug costle the air quality in the United States began to show astonishing improvement page 308
Ypa required for the first time companies to list all toxic substances in their product
They ban Flora flora Flora and carvines in the air sauce helped produce reduce props with ozone they banned lead paintThey imposed market-based emissions trading so-called cap-and-trade which event eliminated acid rain in United States
The clean water act in 1977 helped in the air where rivers caught fire
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Rosalind’s popularity at least partially compensated for some of Jimmy shortcomings she didn’t exaggerate, correct grammar, or forget to say thank you and by jimmy’s automation her formidable political instincts were superior to his own Roselyn had the full respect of the president’s aides in part because they would ask her to keep a political message to her husband-usually with embracing those of realism-that he might otherwise dismiss she was known as steel Magnolia page 310
Roselyn attended cabinet meetings
Rosen focused on ages of mental health Refugees from Vietnam and Cambodia maybe Thailand And vaccinations
The vaccination program was a stunning success within 3 years this US center for disease control reported that the incident amuses bombs rebella and other communicable diseases among school aid children was it at or near record low levels page 312
He appointed GinsburgShe said people love and ask me why did you always want to be a judge my answer is that it just wasn’t in the realm of the possible until Jimmy Carter became President and was determined to draw on the talent of all the people, not just some of them page 314
Carter was Amy’s nanny’s parole officer while they were in the White House weird
Supreme Court Justice Oliver Wendell homes fables described FDR as having a second class intellect in the first class temperament Jimmy Carter was reversed with the first class intellect in a second class temperament page 319
Personalized, Carter continued to be tight as bark on a tree as his old friend dot Padgett put it as President, Carter was still wearing suits he bought for less than $100 from a friend in former Georgia state senator who specialized in making clothes for JC Penney and other department stores 326
Carter later admitted that he alienated too many members of Congress page 328
Carter told Raff’s shoe he should continue to call him Jimmy, but rafshun couldn’t bring himself to address the President that way-except once when Carter gave him a hard time for sending his kids to private school, raffshun shot back f*** y** Jimmy Bob Stewart didn’t Miss A beak it’s f*** y** Mr. President Carter loved it page 330
Having been elected by a president fed up with artifice, Carter never seemed appreciate that the presidency is not just a fishbowl but a theater-the stage from which to project an image page 330
After performing at another press banquet where he was expected to be funny, he complained aboard Air Force one, they don’t want a president semi: they want Bob Hope page 337
Carter raised taxes to make so security solvent for generation
William sapphire’s columns for the New York City New York Times we’re misleading at best about birth Lance page to 340
Bird Lance was acquitted of all charges page 344
Carter’s bills on tax reform welfare reform and consumer protection all failed page 346
On tax reform Carter did not try to persuade the heads of the citizen finance committee and house and ways of meets committees to back his bill which was really stupid page 347
Carter’s welfare reform plan included the earned income tax credit which was adopted by Clinton and Obama and according to the author became the most durable and effective anti property program since so security in 1935 page 348
Bird called the 1978 civil service reform act the most tremendous legislative achievement of Israel in Washington page 350
Without a process for whistle blowers and inspector general, president Trump’s infinite phone call with the Ukrainian president would never have come to light in 2018, and he would not have been impeached page 351
A new global movement was taking shape, as authoritarian regimes on both the right and the left bent to the democratic revolution sweeping the globe in the 1980s and 90s the concept of human rights became permanently encoded in the global conversation-and dissidents no longer felt so alone when the prison door clang shot at night for all the legitimate worries about research it authoritarism in the 21st century around half of the nation’s the world now live a nurse under some form of democracy I’ve been more than twice as many as in 1980 That is a tribute, in part, to the work of Jimmy murder page 371
If there’s a gene for duty call on responsibility, and the will to tackle messy problems with little or no potential for political gain, Jimmy Carter was born with it nothing showed this better than his determination to give the Panama canal back to Panama this success in doing so almost certainly prevented a long and bloody glory war against the United States and Central America page 372
President Ford and Carter had a 30 year 30 years of friendship and cooperation between the old rivals page 376
The former California governor renewed his 1976 attacks and began mis informing conservative audiences that once again the United States relinquished sovereigntyThe Panama would nationalize the canal overnight page 376
Tennessee’s Howard Baker finally supported Carter on the treaty
After Baker had cited with Carter on several other votes, the president thanked him for doing the right thing Baker replied that with any more right things he loses seat in the senate page 378
Giving the panel come out to Panama would prove overtime to be one of the wisest decisions ever made for democracy in the West and hemisphere-and not just because the pandemoniums have, by all accounts, managed the canal well since 1999 they hand over engendered significant goodwill for generations 10 horn dictators had used resentment of arrogant gringos to gain and hold power page 385
Carter was more critical of Israel and supportive of arabs than any other president, especially after he left office and yet he also did more for the security of the state of visual than any American president other than Harry Truman, who first extended diplomatic recognition to the newborn nation in 1948 page 388
Carter describes the dot as a man I would come to admire more than any other world leader page 390
FDR started camp David would heat which he could refer to as shangrila Eisenhower renamed to camp David after his son who ended up marrying Richard Nixon’s daughter JuliaThe Carter’s love camp David’s so much they spent almost every other weekend there with a longer stay’s, that ended up generally 1/4 of his entire presence he-far more than any other president page 393
They use the single tech tech they use the single text technique pioneered by Roger Fisher in his book negotiating to yes to come with an agreement
Criteria realized you would have to separate the 2 leaders like a parade or teacher with squabbling children from then on he would read negotiate with each individually it would be a long 10 days before saddot and begin were in the same room at the same time again in the meantime Carter would meet for many hours alone with each one, a level personal discipline diplomacy unmatched by any other American president page 399
During a visit to Gettysburg begin recited lincoln’s entire Gettysburg address from memory and with great emotion page 403402
End up relations with China. Suggested to ding that China allow people to worship freely and to own bibles they did so not much later
Iranian revolution led to the Iran Iraq war, which left 1.5 million dead page 431
When the revolution app and Carter was busy with the camp David accords and the summit with dink and a bunch of other important things so-and-so the Carter administration’s reaction to events in Iran was everything quite herself was not golden undisciplined disorganized and poorly informed period but even if the President had given the revolution more of his attention it’s unlikely he could have done more than by a little time Carter was in no position to stem the tide of historyJust spent 25 years failing to prop up the Government of South Vietnam, the United States was understandably reluctant to take on ownership of what happened in Iran page 432
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Visitors to the palace were soon described in the shot as shattered and possibly on the brink of an overspreet down secretary of treasury Michael Bloomfield Bloomington though, whom Carter asked to make a side trip to Iran while in the region, remembered a pale and bake it looking near zombie page 3435
But by late fall of 1978, ambassador Sullivan felt that everything he had thought about Iran since his arrival near the there’s earlier was mistaken he reversed his assessment a 180° from sharply pro shot to what Carter called obsessive support for advocation I soon to be infamous November 9 cable entitled thinking the unthinkable cell phone for the first time envisioned Iran without the ShawPage four thirty seven
While no one could have predicted the final outcome-their accuracy without a fight-the intelligent failure was colossal As late as August 1978, a breathtakingly incompetent CIA assessment found that Iran is not in a revolutionary or even a pre-revolutionary situand now there was apparently no surveillance of the iotolen France to offer advanced word on his plaque nation’s original goals in IranThe CIA director admitted later that his agency had let Carter down badly on a run page 438
Carter said we personally prefer that the Shaw maintain a major role in the government but that is a decision for the Iranian people to make page 440
Once the resistance was confident that the Shaw’s army wouldn’t shoot, street protest surged page 440
The United States did not In the Shaw they simply told him to make his own decision eventually Carter told him that he should use force but either got it too late or ignored it.
Shapur baktar is the guy the Shaw asked to form a civilian governmentHe said the shot would have leaved the country for him to do that page 441
Jim slushed in your thought the president’s hope for democracy was preposterous and naive but Carter stuck with it anyway, assuring session jer and brez now felt that the Iranian Parliament could become a source of stability and that a generally non-aligned Iran need not be viewed as a setback United States on both counts, he was tragically mistaken page 442
President, who had a company Carter to go out to Dubai, are you strenuously that if the United States prevented the show was military from acting decisively, Carter we showed her a massive historic responsibility with a robotics commonly told the president, it’s not a kindergarten they have to take a crack presents me ski he was disturbed by the impending budget but agreed not to change the instructions to Heiser which was the fight the letter shoot page 443
Then nothing happened, the Shaw said his talk of a bloody crackdown was meant only to pressure bacteria in whom he had already lost confidence he resumed his procrastination in the civilization, as did the quarter administration page 443
To the president’s relief, the Shaw decided to skip Palm Springs and Settle with his family in Morocco the second of 7 countries you would live in during the frenzied last 18 months of his life page 444
At this point, Carter and bakyar, both of whom should have known better, still trusted diet told us empty promises bacteria told the United States he would close the airports and permit homaniac to enter only if he promises do so as a religious leader, not a political air Carter wrote miss diary on January 23rd
What if in hindsight why should adult bacteria that committee’s promises were worthless might that have helped bacteria to consolidate power and survive? Maybe period more likely news of bacterized consorting with the enemy-with America-Would have made the Sprint protest even bigger and accelerated the revolution page 446
Carter and his team could not be held responsible for the Iranian revolution in its apromath to titanic plates of history were shifting beneath their feet but they were blindsided by the depth of a running hatred of the United States for imposing a puppet on their proud country for 35 years and so, with the support of all his advisers, Carter decided to pursue full diplomatic relations with the as told as regime who we thought would be friendly to us and work with us page 455
The malaise beach iPhone Carter decided to move forward with the speech that addressed Cadell’s themes then he rose to take mondell for a walk around the compound to cool him down he found his vice but it is still quite destroyed Carter asked for Mon Dell support but did not get it to appease him, he threw cuddle out of camp David for a couple of days page 465
Here was the president of the United States confronting the American people over there materialism it was a moment of breathtaking honesty that had no president and will almost certainly never be repeated you wouldn’t tough times, future presidents will stop well short of truly challenging their audiences page 469
If Carter hadn’t hired Volker as for the federal reserve if Miller had been placed by someone similarly loyal to jimmy Carter the history of the next 40 years might have unfolded in dramatically different way page 478
Our Carter aides like to argue that Peggy Clawson changed American history had she let her husband coming chairman with a fed, he would have been far more causing it to cause the I’m a cosmetics and of the sensitive politics at play interest rates would not have skyrocketed, and Carter would not have faced voters in November 1980 with such a dismal economy page 479
In 1980 despite camp David, Carter would receive a mere 45% of the jewish vote, making him the only democratic candidate in modern times to lose a majority of it page 486
Carter D regulated the airline industry and the trucking industry which created millions of jobs and board air fares a lot page 492 but it mostly benefited Reagan
Administration also started deregulated communications breaking up AT&T for example and a enabling cable TV they even allowed home Brewers 24 us since they were now allowed to compete with large breweries page for 93
Carter initially wanted to have a program for a national health care but later thought it would be better to phase it in Kennedy hated that idea Page 493
Carter’s bill was better than anything that we produced by Congress for decades under it no American would pay have to pay more than $1250 a year and out-of-pocket cost, with anything above that handled by national catastrophic coverage the bill federalized and expanded medicaid funded generous prevention programs paid all prenatal delivery and infant cost and created a framework to transition to full universal coverage over 4 years page 495
Mondell thought Kennedy was being an a** and being irresponsible about the healthcare then other things you were just been a Dick page for 96
Quote Kennedy, continue as irresponsible and abusive attitude, immediately condemned our healthcare plan closeAs California put it Kennedy’s all or nothing approach had less chance of passing than putting an elephant through a keyhole
But Kennedy’s fervent opposition was enough to kill Carter’s related effort at major health care reform page 497
Even as he learned in mid-march that king Hassan was essentially expelling the Shaw the president’s position did not soften he told Vance to scout other countries that might take him Carter was irrelevantly president what are you guys going to advise me to do if they overrun our embassy and take our peace people hostage? No one had a good answer page 504
Carter said f*** the Shaw I’m not going to let him in when he has other places to go where he’ll be perfectly safe page 507
Carter was told, fraudulently, that the shock could only be traded in the United States but really could have been treated in Mexico that was a lie doctor keen KEAN was the one who made it up
Let’s see that looks soft when communism actually helped undermine it 12 years later, many Hungarians pointed to the return of the Crown of Saint Stephen as a potential moment on their road away from communism page 531
Axe Gan’s government was overthrown by communist in 1979. Taliban was starting to overthrow the commonCommunist as thus the Russians entered the war
Brush enough oblivious to what tyranki had reported to Moscow 6 months earlier about the strength of practical Islam, figured the war would be over in 3 weeks it lasted nearly a decade, until humiliating withdrawal signaled the approaching demise of the Soviet Union page 537
I did auto workers stupidly did not backyard or over Kennedy even though he was the one that saved Chrysler the leader said he didn’t think reagan and could win what a moron
Feminist leaders also backed candy even though car was the one that worked for the horizon minute and extended deadline
Carter brought his usual competitive street to his new career on tour, he kept score of his actually how fast he was signing copies and greeted those who waited in line coldly if they brought along one of his earlier books for signature but hadn’t purchased the new 1 but he knew how to sell when a woman came up and said if you still listen to Your Heart mister president I’m available he told the story on Late Night Talk shows he was affable in public but with a Purpose flying commercial he made a Habit of working his way Down the aisle shaking Hands with all passengers shortly after boarding the MOVE is Classic Carter cool and he made a great impression while also allowing him to get the well wishing out of The Way so he could work undisturbed for the duration of the flight page 619
The ripe poetry paint he learned to cook dip bear meat he learned how to make his own wine he tried to sing ropoetry he wrote a novel called the hornet’s nest
His idea was to make his presidential library into a small camp David a place to solve problems and resolve disputes page 626
Global 2000 initiative in Ghana very successful page 629
Guinea Warren disease work
Melinda Gates remembered Carter telling her in Seattle Melinda, anything you do has to be owned by the local people and when it’s owned by them f*** And their voices are heard, and they truly believe in it, they will take it up and when you leave, the program will still exist and he was absolutely right page 631
When Carter first focused on Guinea worm disease in 1986, that did seize afflicted 3.5 million people by 2 thousandand 14, it was down 21 130 cases worldwide page 632
Also worked with mark to reduce river blindness it was greatly reduced in Africa
Since the mid-eighties the Carter center has monitored more than a 100 elections roughly 3 year mostly in Latin AmericaAnd also in African Asia page 634
In late 2000, as president Clinton prepared to leave office, his peace initiative fell just short yes here are a fat proved to be a poor leader-tolerant of corruption and full of false promises-and that you have rejected a generous offer of a palestinian state from the Israeli Prime Minister, you do Barack page 654
During Obama’s first term community is the president of the Secretary of State Hillary Clinton had any interest in Carter’s advice his described his relationship with him as not existent which in turn in the case of obama whom he had greatly admired in 2008, was personally hurtful page 657
John Kerry in the second term was very interested in talking to Carter and get his ideas
1 day a visitor to planes came upon an old man and a cat mowing the grass behind a church isn’t that the place where Jimmy Carter chooses Sunday school the visitor asked yes it is Jimmy Carter replied with a smile before resuming his chores page 661
Jimmy was more than just a deacon at the Baptist church he made the wooden crosses of wooden collection plates on the lay and once twice a month from 1981 until late 2019 idonda balero Thai with the torque oystone instead to teach a warm and engaging Sunday school lesson to a smog with his neighbors and a much larger assemblage of visitors from all over the world page 661
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Ford popularized the protocols of the elders of Zion
Hitler admired Ford
Industrial pastoralism
Tried to buy the area called Muscle Shoals
Was a hero for many South Americans
For Ford, the Amazon offered a fresh start in a place he imagined to be uncorrupted by Union’s, politician’s, juice, lawyer’s, militarist’s, and New York bankers, a chance to join not just factory and feel but industry and community and a Union that would yield, in addition to greater efficiency, fully realized men period page 82
Forward established a credit union karma both to encourage savings and to make low interest loans available so workers didn’t have to go to an outside quote outside Shylock for assistance Period close He also opened up factory pharmacies and commissaries, which, unlike the infamous company’s store that kept workers perpetually indebted, provided employees a wide range of high quality products at low prices, often below cost period Page 90
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Highland Park was civilized, said Walter ruthercomma who is head of the United auto workers Union was the man responsible, years later, for ending Bennett’s reign of Terra, but the rose was a jungle period p. 94
Forward agreed to issue statement apologizing for his anti-Semitism, written by Louis Marshall, had the American Jewish committee and one of Ford’s chief critics period
I deem it to be my duty as an honorable man to make amends for the wrong done to the Jews as fellow men and brothers, by asking their forgiveness for the harm that I have unintentionally committed, by retracting so far as lies within my power the offensive charges lay at their door
For dislike Franklin Roosevelt. He did like unions.
The state of Para seated Ford just under 2.5 million acres, a bit less than what the Dearborn lawyer sketched out on the map but, at the at close to the size of Connecticut, still a vast dispenstation half of this was from the velari’s claim, for which Ford was to PAY a $125000 a pittance considering the company’s enormous wealth public land covered the other half, which board received for free period Page 106
Incredible bad planning planet rubber at the wrong time of year tried to clear the timber at the wrong time of the year no housing not enough hospitals just ridiculous
Jatulio Vargas came to power Often compared to FDR
Vargas supported the effort to bound for portlandia
Diego Rivera painting
Greenfield village
Ralph Waldo Emerson was a big influence
The main struts of Henry Ford’s philosophy all had antecedents in the 18th and 19th century American political and literary concepts: that mechanization marked not the contest but the realization of nature’s secrets and thus the attainment of the pastorial ideal that history is best understood in the progress of this realization, of the gradual liberation of humans from the soil crushing 12: and that American America has a provincial role to play in the world’s history in achieving this liberation it was from such well Springs of technological optimism that Ford was drawing when he predicted that his Muscle Shoals project would make it new Eden of our Mississippi Valley, turning it into a great garden and powerhouse of The country period. Page 257
To those who thought industrialization dead in mind and the spirit, forward responded by saying that 1 was the true cause of alienation period
Specifically, Ford refused to warm to Roosevelt in his new dealers people like that he told Charles Lindbergh always get what’s coming to them but Ford not only saw the country elect FDR 4 times but witnessed the federal government complete its Tennessee Valley authority project, in effect carrying out the Muscle Shoals proposal forward made a decade earlier. It would be Roosevelt and I had reported who would bring cheap electrical power to the farmers of the lower appalachian valley.
Ford manager’s, said the priest, never really figured out what country they were in period
Metal roof houses. Amazon.
For Henry Ford, gardening captured his vision of holistic immersonian self-sufficiency, in which esthetics in economics, nature and mechanics work as one periodPage 277
And so in for landia, as part of the Post riot rebuilding program, both Henry and Clara Ford became personally involved in promoting gardening, saying that it was their express wish that the planting of flowers and vegetables be incorporated into the State’s school cricket team and encouraged among its workers page 278
Sow a thought and you reap an action; sow an action and you reap a habit; sow a habit and you reap a character; sow a character and you reap a destiny. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
by Emily Dickenson
It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness - I’m so accustomed to my Fate - Perhaps the Other - Peace - Would interrupt the Dark - And crowd the little Room - Too scant - by Cubits - to contain The Sacrament - of Him - I am not used to Hope - It might intrude opon - It’s sweet parade - blaspheme the place - Ordained to Suffering - It might be easier To fail - with Land in Sight - Than gain - my Blue Peninsula - To perish - of Delight - Fr535
by Linda Jaivin
Kind of boring, but I did learn a lot.
Still growing very slowly this year. All are still not blooming. I did put the ones closest to the sidewalk in late, maybe not until close to June. Still, they are all growing fairly slow.
A document about Robert Oppenheimer and the development of the Atomic Bomb.
by Bertrand Russell
A collection of essays by Bertrand Russell, including his most famous, Why I’m Not a Christian, written in 1927.
You find as you look around the world that every single bit of progress in humane feeling, every improvement in the criminal law, every step towards the diminution of war, every step towards better treatment of the coloured races, or every migration of slavery, every moral progress that there has been in the world, has been consistently opposed by the organised Churches of the world. I say quite deliberately that the Christian religion, as organised in its Churches, has been and still is the principal enemy of moral progress in the world. – Bertrand Russell – Why I’m Not a Christian
As of 7/16/23.
by David Baker
A very well written, very entertaining summary of the history of the universe/planet.
Part One Inanimate Phase
Our past can be divided into three phases
The universe appeared as a tiny dot, which could only have been observed by the most powerful telescopes (if they had existed). The universe was smaller than an atom.
The Big Bang is the story of it’s expansion. When that happened, the “four forces of the universe” – gravity, electromagnetism, strong and weak nuclear forces became coherent.
The universe was a sear of radiation, mostly hydrogen and helium, the simplest elements.
The universe became less dense, so light could travel freely. There was a blinding flash of light, the remnants of which can still be picked up by TVs and radios.
Edwin Hubble figured out that all the galaxies in the Universe must have been smooshed together at a single fixed point.
The universe is currently 93 billion light-years across.
The universe is shaped like a table top.
There could be other universes within our universe (the “multiverse”).
Time did not exist before the Big Bang, so it’s nonsensical to ask what there was before the Big Bang.
Chapter 2
Inequalities of energy during the Big Bang resulted in the Universe we know. Otherwise, would have been just “nothing”.
Gravity sucked Hydrogen and Helium together into increasingly dense clouds. Through fusion, these clouds exploded into giant fireballs. Thus, the first stars were born.
There have been three generations of stars. The first, which formed about 50 to 100 million years ago, only lived for a few million years.
Gravity attracted stars together to from clusters (galaxies). Milk Way is 100,000 light-years across, and has about 200 billion stars.
There are 400 billion galaxies in the Known Universe.
The 3rd generation of strs is only a few billion years old.
Our sun is a Yellow Dwarf, and will last 4 to 15 billion years.
Supernovas are exploding stars. These can produce heavier elements beyond the first 26, like gold, silver, and uranium.
A chemical is built upon a combination of elements strung together into a higher structure: a molecule. Example –> H2O.
Unifying pattern of all history is INCREASING COMPLEXITY.
No new matter and energy were added to the Universe after the Big Bang.
In order for any form of complexity to be created, some energy needs to be used. In order to have energy flow, you need to have flow from where there is more energy to where there is less.
Second Law of Thermodynamics. This law compels energy to want to even itself out – and it can only do that by flowing from where there is more energy to where there is less.
Eventually, the universe will run out of energy completely.
Chapter 3
Our galaxy began as a cluster of the first giant stars; 13.5 billion years ago. The hydrogen, helium, and heavy elements were sucked together again by gravity to form entirely new stars. The dust of the solar system contained all 92 elements, and swiftly began to form into 60 different chemicals.
The planets closer to the sun are rock, the outer gas, because the lighter ones were blown out farther during the explosion.
Earth and Theia (the size of Mars) crashed together to more the final Earth. 1.2 percent flew off and forced the Moon. This all happened around 4.5 billion years ago.
Over time, lighter elements came to the surfaces, heavier ones sunk.
Millions of asteroids brought tons of ice, which melted and rose into the atmosphere. By 4 billion year ago, the Earth was covered with water.
The Inanimate Phase came to an end. At the bottom of the ocean, life began.
Part Two – Animate Phase – 3.8 billion to 315,000 years ago
life and evolution. life began 3.8 billion years ago. It happened after the temperature dropped below the boiling point, and then millions of years of rainfall created the first oceans. Liquid water was the ideal environment that allowed organic chemicals to move and join together in a soup-like mixture.
Carbon, hydrogen, oxygen, nitrogen, and phosphorous are the most important for self-replicating life.
Amino acids are a combination of carbon, hydrogen, oxygen, and nitrogen atoms,, that are crucial for fueling life.
A protein is a tangle of about twenty amino acids. They move things around in a cell.
DNA is the software of the organic computer, it makes living things look and act like they do. It tells the proteins what sort of traits the cells hosuld have and how they should behave.
RNA is the hardware. takes the instructions form DNA and delivers them to the small parts on a living cell that produce proteins.
DNA copies itself. Occasionally, there is a small mutation. Mutations create historical change in biology.
Plants give off oxygen, which was converted into the ozone layer, which blocked out some of the sun, allowing the earth to cool. Eventually, the oceans froze. This time is referred to as “Snowball Earth”.
Had a long period of expulsions and extinctions around 635 to 65 million years ago.
Chapter 6 Primate Evolution
By 55 million years ago the ancestors to whales and horses and other familiar animals appeared, including primates.
Humans split off from gorillas about 10 million years ago.
Chimpanzees are our closest surviving evolutionary cousins. we share 98.4 percent of our DNA with them. (The Bonobos chimps, cousins of chimps, were female-led. Lots of sex.
Homo erectus emerged about 1.9 million years ago.
Part Three – The Cultural Phase – 315,000 years ago to the present
Humans were foragers at first.
The main driver of society was “collective learning.”
Neanderthals appeared about 400,000 years ago.
Homo sapiens about 315,000 years ago. They won out because they were the best at collective learning.
by Emily Dickenson
We learned the Whole of Love - The Alphabet - the Words - A Chapter - then the mighty Book - Then - Revelation closed - But in each Other’s eyes An Ignorance beheld - Diviner than the Childhood’s And each to each, a Child - Attempted to expound What neither - understood - Alas, that Wisdom is so large - And Truth - so manifold! Fr531
As of 7/1/23.
I gave a neighbor this week around 30 extras.
All the ones I’ve planted so far seem healthy. I wish I had gotten them in the ground a couple weeks earlier.
I put some in the Commons, in front of the sign. They started out growing fast, but seemed to have slowed a lot.
Finish watch this series, which stars Billy Bob Thornton, who plays a down -on-his-luck (perhaps because he’s is constantly drunk) lawyer. I generally don’t like the “who done it” type show, but this one was the exception. Good writing, in general, and really good acting. The director Lawrence Trilling really added an artistic touch that enhanced the entire show. Too bad they aren’t making any more after season four.
Went to Paris from June 3rd to the 10th, 2023. Good time.
Arrived around noon, Paris time. Exhausted, got no sleep on the plane. Overnight flights = no good.
The Airbnb suited our ends. It was a bit rundown, but big enough for two people, quiet, and within easy walking to the Eiffel Tower area. It had a little stereo, which I used a lot. The balcony had a wall of climbing Jasmine, which smelled so nice.
We walked from the apartment to the Eiffel Tower area.
We took an Uber to Pere Lachaise Cemetery, the resting place of many well-known figures, most notably to me, Jim Morrison.
At night we walked over to Rue Cler, had gelato.
Took a tour to Monet’s house in Giverny. Tour was done by a company called Blue Fox Travel (booked through Trip Advisor).
The trip was nice. Our guide, Phillipe, was informative and very pleasant. Monet’s place consisted of his house, his flower garden, and the water lily garden.
We also walked around the little village of Giverny.
Visited the Catacombs. Pretty cool.
After that, we walked to the Rodin Museum, which we had really enjoyed during out last trip.
At night we walked along the Seine. We checked out a few of the bridges. Lots of people were taking pictures, often standing in the middle of the road.
We took the metro out to a “discount” shopping mall, La Vallee Village. We bought a purse, which I accidently left in a Fred Perry store. Luckily, it was still there when I went back. That night we took a short metro ride to the Montmartre neighborhood. We visited the Basilica of Sacré Coeur de Montmartre (Sacred Heart of Montmartre). There was a large crowd of locals hanging out and listening to musicians.
Visited the d’Orsay, which is definitely one of my favorite museums. For one thing, unlike the Louvre, it’s not so big that it’s overwhelming. It also has a lot of more modern artists, especially the Impressionists.
This picture below was a favorite, by Manet.
They also had a replicate of the Statue of Liberty with a good explanation of its history.
Afterwards, we walked over to eat at Angelina’s, a popular restaurant know for its pastry. Good.
And got some cookies.
Last tourist day. Visited the Louvre, which is just not a fun museum. So crowded and so large. We skipped the big exhibits we saw last trip. Saw the rooms of Napoleon III instead.
We also saw an exhibit on ancient Persia.
They are doing ok so far. Still small.
by Ernest Hemmingway
Hemingway’s recollections of his time as a young man in Paris. Contains truly hilarious antidotes about his encounters with Scott Fitzsgerald.
People don’t decide their futures, they decide their habits and their habits decide their future. – F.M. Alexander
by Ryan Holiday
This is sort of a high-class self-help book. Lots of fancy references to ancient philosophers an that sort of thing, but really underneath it just another “you can do it” tomb.
Still, an easy read with lots of ideas (if rather pedestrian ones) that one could/should take to heart.
A quote from W.E.B. De Bois. “Make yourself do unpleasant things so as to gain the upper hand of your soul.”
some good advice below…
The pause is everything…
The one before…
…jumping to conclusions
…prejudging
…assuming the worst
…rushing to solve your children’s problems
…forcing a problem into some kind of box
…assigning blame
…taking offense
…turning away in fear
share the load
Carter – “no sir, I did not always do my best.” (answer to Rickover)
Tolerant with other/strict with yourself
Carry the load for others…general Charles Krulak – Quantico – worked guard duty in place of ordinary soldier
The more a man is the less he wants. – Maxwell Perkins
by John Julius Norwich
Leaders
Vercingetorix – “great warrior king” – 50 BC -defeated by Romans/Ceasar
Attila the Hun invaded around 400 AD
Roman Empire fell, Gaul area ruled by various tribes
Clovis – king of the Franks – took on the Christian faith
Charlemagne – 8th century – greatly extended empire – fell apart after his death. – Carolingian Dynasty
Invasion of Vikings in 10th century
Hugh Capet – “elected” in 10th century (didn’t come to power via heredity) . Rome church backed him.
Pope Urban II and the First Crusade. Lead by Urban. Was “successful”.
Louis II – married to Eleanor – who divorced him and married Henry II (kings of England). Louis started Notre Dame Cathedral in 1163. And University of Paris (Sorbonne)
Louis II son, Phillip Augustus, was one of the great French kings. First real king of the Franks (all of them).
Richard the Lion-hearted was the son of Henry. He, with Phillip, led the disastrous Second Crusade.
Phillip removed England from French territory. He eliminated the threat of the Germans.
(last page 63)
Louis X – Louis the Quarrelsome – let the Jews back in the country- but they had to live in a ghetto and wear an armband (!)
He also murdered his wife.
Phillip VI was king at the start of the 100 Year War with England. Phillip was a brave warrior by a terrible general.
Edward III took Calais. (Rodin, the Burghers of Calais)
Charles VI was insane
Henry V (england) invaded in 1415.
1429, Joan of Arc. Had some success in battle.
Charles VII, France, flourished after 100 year war.
author says Louis XI was an awful person, but left France stronger than ever at the end of the Middle Ages.
p. 106
Francis I “was the Renaissance”. His book were used to found the Bibliotheque Nationale.
Huguenots = Protestants.
p. 142
St. Bartholomew’s Day Massacre – Catholics and Protestant battle. Lead to civil war between Catholics and Protestants.
Henry of Navarre – first non-Catholic king
Henry built Lourve – and Pont Neuf oldest Seine Bridge
Duke of Richelieu – killed Huguenots
Louis XIV – king for 72 years
fronde – series of unsucessful uprisings between 1648-53
War of Spanish Succession (Spain king Charles died, left crown to Duke of Anjou, Phillip. He tooks over (Charles did this because of the Inquisition.)
Led to the ware between with England, the Empire, Dutch.
“the civilization of France in the age of Louis XIV is among he most brilliant that the world has ever known.” p. 174
Louis XVI – 20 years old became king. big eater (like 14). short. liked astronomy. married Marie Antoinette. from Austria. didn’t screw for 7 years. Should have listen to controller Turgot, who told him/marie to limit spending.
Estates General – nobility, clergy, and everyone else. Mirabeau was chosen as leader of “everyone else.” good speaker.
“storming of the Bastille” (Bastille was a prison). king was “busy” hunting, as usual. Royal family forcefully move from Versailles to Tuileries in Paris.
escaped from Tuileries. hope to convince Austria and/or Spain to invade France. caught. Jacobins rise to power (anti-royal message).
Louis and Marie faced guilloine in 1792.
French Revolution. Girondins vs. the Jacobins. Robespierre leader of Jacobins.
Committee of “Public Safety”.
Napoleon Bonaparte takes over after the fall of Robespierre.
He coudn’t attack England, their Navy was too strong. Went to Egypt instead. disaster.
big mistake in Russia. allowed them to draw him farther and farther into country as winter was coming. many froze.
exiled to Elba. excape, took over France again, lost again at Waterloo, exiled to St. Helena.
he did “spread revolutionary ideal of liberty, equality and fraternity the length and breath of the continent.”
Louis XVIII took over after Napolean.
Talleyrand was succeeded by Duc De Richelieu.
Charles X was a “disaster” – suspended the constitution, closed newspapers, was quickly kicked out.
Louis-Philippe took over, wanted a constitutional monarchy. book says “he was one of the best kings France ever had”
Second French Republic after Philippe. 1848. Napoleon III took over. Made himself Emperor. Married Eugenie in 1853.
Napoleon redid Paris, Georges Haussmann in charge of the project. Rue de Rivoli, Rue Saint-Antoine, Boulevard Saint-Germain, Ave de l’Opera, Avenue Foch, Voulevar de Sebastopol, Boulevard Haussmann. new bilding, the Palais Garnier, cnetal market Les Halles.
Crimean War in 1853.
Mexico owned British, French, Spain lots of $. They invaded. Went badly.
Bismarck invaded Austria after Nap. said they would not interfere (!).
Franco-Prussiona war. French lost. End of Nap. Paris seige, hot air balloons. American help.
Third Republic in 1870 (after Nap.). Panama Canal scandal. bribes.
Dreyfus affair. (he was not guilty)
Battle of the Marne (wwi)
Battle of Verdun.
US was “largely responsible for the German defeat” in WWI.
Treaty of Versailles.
Free French, force that fought back against Hitler.
Vichy was the “french” gov’t that collaborated with the Nazis.
Operation Torch
Battle of the Bulge (Hilter’s last crazed offensive)
When to see the new documentary about Yogi Berra yesterday. Really enjoyable. They make him out to be the best catcher ever; I’m skeptical. He certainly was great, but I don’t know about the best ever.
Saw Forbert at the Millilumen Stage at the Kennedy Center. Y and Dave came too. He played for one hour, did title track and Fried Oysters from Moving Thru America. Did The American in Me. And also, of course, Going Down to Laurel and Romeo’s Tune.
Below is a list of all the dahlias I have as of today.
Classification data from https://www.dahlia.org/docsinfo/ocg/
Cultivar | Class | Size | Form | Color | Comments |
---|---|---|---|---|---|
purple pompom | |||||
AC ATM | 0207 | AA | SC | DR | |
AC Ben | 0210 | AA | SC | LB | |
AC Casper | 1101 | A | ID | W | |
Bloomquist Laura | 2208 | B | SC | L | |
Bloomquist Sweet Dark Blend | 9013 | n/a | CO | DB | |
Born Sty | 7002 | n/a | ST | Y | |
Cornel | 6007 | n/a | BA | DR | |
Crazy Legs | 7603 | n/a | NX | OR | |
Elsie Huston | 1105 | A | ID | DP | |
GFF MS Flame | 9706 | n/a | MS | R | |
Hollyhill Black Beauty | 3107 | BB | ID | DR | |
Hulu | |||||
Kelvin Floodlight | 0002 | AA | FD | Y | |
Pooh | 9015 | n/a | CO | BI | |
Windhaven Blush | 1202 | A | SC | Y | |
Wyn’s Red Stiletto | 1206 | A | SC | R | |
Giant (AA) over 10 inches
Large (A) 8-10 Inches
Medium (B) 6-8 inches
Small (BB) 4-6 inches
Miniature (M) up to 4 inches
Micros (MC) up to 2 inches
by Rylan Holiday
Holiday turns the thoughts of the Stoics into a briskly passed self-help manual, which to me, seems at least a somewhat questionable exercise. It reminds me a bit of Joel Osteen, who does a similar (but much more objectionable) thing with the sayings of Jesus.
I can’t say I didn’t find it a “good read.” It contains much food for thought, and is certainly a good into to the Stoics.
All of humanity’s problems stem from man’s inability to sit quietly in a room alone. – Blaise Pascal
To be really happy and really safe, one ought to have at least two or three hobbies, and they must all be real. – Winston Churchill
We are all sculptors and painters, and our material is our own flesh and blood and bones. – Henry David Thoreau
Nothing is enough for the man to whom enough is too little. – Epictetus
As of today, about 75 have sprouted. Many are still very small.
Another 45 have not sprouted. Many of these 45 may not ever. I’m think I will get a much higher failure rate this year, mostly, I think, because I cut them much smaller this year.
Most of us would be seized with fear if our bodies went numb, and would do everything possible to avoid it, yet we take no interest at all in the numbing of our souls. – Epictetus
Of the seven deadly sins, only envy is no fun at all. – Joseph Epstein
Work done for a reward is much lower than work done in the Yoga of wisdom. Set they heart upon thy work, but never on its reward. Work not for the reward; but never cease to do thy work. – The Bhagavad Gita
Avoid having your ego so close to your position that when your position falls, your ego goes with it. – Colin Powell
How noble and good everyone could be if at the end of the day they were to review their own behavior and and weigh up the rights and wrongs. They would automatically try to do better at the start of each new day, and after a while, would certainly accomplish a great deal. – Anne Frank
p. 50 Stillness Is the Key
“Sit alone in a room and let your thoughts go wherever they will. Do this for one minute….Work up to ten minutes a day of this mindless mental wandering. Then start paying attention to your thoughts to see if a word or goal materializes. If it doesn’t, extend the exercise to eleven minutes, then twelve, then thirteen…until you find the length of time you need to ensure that something interesting will come to mind.” Twyla Tharp
If you wish to improve, be content to appear clueless or stupid in extraneous matters. – Epictetus
First say to yourself what you would be; and then do what you have to do. – Epictetus
by Janet Malcolm
Photography is naively believed to reproduce visual actuality, but in fact the images our eyes take in and the images the camera delivers are not the same. Taking a picture is a transformative act. – Janet Malcolm (Still Pictures, p. 153)
Yes, all happy families are alike in the pain their members helplessly inflict upon one another, as if under orders from a perverse higher authority. – Janet Malcolm (Still Pictures, p. 71)
Modern Americans behave as if intelligence were some sort of hideous deformity. ― Frank Zappa
The past is a country that issues no visas. We can only enter it illegally. – Janet Malcolm (Still Pictures p. 22)
About 30 of the dahlias I potted have sprouted. At least 50 have not.
Ran at U. About three miles. 50 sit-ups, 40 pushups. Stretch.
About 17 dahlias have sprouted as of today, April 19 2023.
This is a very important lesson. You must never confuse faith that you will prevail in the end—which you can never afford to lose—with the discipline to confront the most brutal facts of your current reality, whatever they might be. – Jim Stockdale
Merrifield came out to finish the backyard. Looks good.
Jimmy suggested that we plant about three yews and a Fothergilla Blue Mist on the right side of the pathway going down the hill. On the left, he suggested three more sunshines and a variegated hydrangea.
3 MAPLE JPN GREEN
10 DEUTZIA NIKKO
8 YEW JPN PLUM PROS
6 HYDRANGEA ANNABELLE
5 ILLICIUM FLORIDA SUNSHINE
19 HOSTA FRANCES WILLIAMS 3G
20 IRIS 1G
The tulips I planted in the dahlia batches starting coming up late March. Now, in early April, they are just starting to bloom. The bulbs in one section didn’t come up at all; the success rate was about 75%.
Potted about 100 dahlias. Most, but certainly not all, had eyes. Based on previous years, I’m confident that the ones without eyes will still sprout.
We’ve already had two frost-watches since I planted them. I covered them with tarps.
by Kathryn Scanlan
by David Cantwell
An overview of the work of Merle Haggard. This book focus on the songs, it’s not an autobiography.
by Emily Dickenson
Dear March—Come in—
How glad I am—
I hoped for you before—
Put down your Hat—
You must have walked—
How out of Breath you are—
Dear March, how are you, and the Rest—
Did you leave Nature well—
Oh March, Come right upstairs with me—
I have so much to tell—
I got your Letter, and the Birds—
The Maples never knew that you were coming—
I declare – how Red their Faces grew—
But March, forgive me—
And all those Hills you left for me to Hue—
There was no Purple suitable—
You took it all with you—
Who knocks? That April—
Lock the Door—
I will not be pursued—
He stayed away a Year to call
When I am occupied—
But trifles look so trivial
As soon as you have come
That blame is just as dear as Praise
And Praise as mere as Blame—
by Joseph Goldstein and Jack Kornfield
All religions are rather ridiculous; and all have something to teach. Buddhism is no different.
When nothing seems to help, I go back and look at the stonecutter hammering away at his rock perhaps a hundred times without as much as a crack showing in it. Yet at the hundred and first blow it will split in two, and I know it was not that blow that did it—but all that had gone before. — Jacob Riis
I liked An Ostrich Told Me the World Is Fake and My Year of Dicks the best.
https://www.rogerebert.com/features/short-films-in-focus-the-oscar-nominated-short-films-of-2023
Another great show by Richard Thompson at the Birchmere.
Really was nice to be in the second row. Could really see the interplay among the sections.
Steven Mercurio, conductor
Robert McDuffie, violin
Dvorák: Scherzo (Furiant) from Symphony No. 6 in D major, Op. 60
Brahms: Violin Concerto in D major, Op. 77
Beethoven: Symphony No. 7 in A major, Op. 92
The acclaimed Czech National Symphony Orchestra (CNSO) returns to the Center with an uplifting program of masterworks and embraces the sheer joy and optimism of Beethoven’s Seventh Symphony. This good-for-your-spirit concert also showcases GRAMMY-nominated violinist Robert McDuffie, performing Brahms’s electrifying Violin Concerto in D major (Brahms’s only violin concerto). An international celebrity, McDuffie not only has appeared as a soloist with the world’s leading orchestras, but he has also performed with such diverse performers as Chuck Leavell, the late Gregg Allman, and actress/playwright Anna Deavere Smith. Composers including Philip Glass and Mike Mills of R.E.M have written music especially for him, and critics have raved about his performance style that is “demonstrative and physical, hard-driving without sacrificing sensitivity” (South Florida Classical Review). This program opens with Antonín Dvorák’s Scherzo (Furiant) from Symphony No. 6 in D major, Op. 60. Under the direction of Music Director Steven Mercurio, the CNSO celebrates its 30th anniversary in 2023. Join the Center for this unforgettable and inspiring afternoon with McDuffie and the Czech National Symphony Orchestra.
Did this for an encore.
Went to the Studio Theatre to see the play, English.
https://www.washingtonpost.com/theater-dance/2023/01/17/english-studio-theatre-sanaz-toossi/
by Susan Tooze
Terrific book. I particularly liked how the author focus not only on the fame and fortune and unfortunate but also on why Helms and the Band were important figures in rock ‘n’ roll history.
by Jafar Panahi
Went to the Annual Iranian Film Fest at the Freer Gallery. Excellent film.
https://www.nytimes.com/2022/12/22/movies/no-bears-review-jafar-panahi.html
by Eric Hoffer
Hoffer was an American moral and social philosopher. He was the author of ten books and was awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom in February 1983. His first book, The True Believer (1951), was widely recognized as a classic, receiving critical acclaim from both scholars and laymen, although Hoffer believed that The Ordeal of Change (1963) was his finest work.
Preoccupation with the self has always seemed to me unhealthy. p. 3
Men feel lonely when they do not the one thing they ought to do. p. 8
I have always wondered whether it is vital for a society that all its members should have some common subjects in which they are equally interested and in which they all have some expertise. In Byzantium the common subjects were theology and chariot races. In this country they are machines and sports. p. 11
He who clings with all his might to an absolute truth fears compromise more than the devil. p. 12
The whole world is imitating us, is becoming Americanized, yet the countries that become like us tend to resent us. p. 16
Being without an unequivocal sense of usefulness and worth, the intellectual has a vital need for pride, which he usually derives from an identification with some compact group, be it a nation, a church, or a party. p. 30
We cannot experiment with humanity, but history is a record of how man reacted under a variety of conditions. p. 33
An optimal milieu is one in which the creative are in close intercourse with each other – hating, loving, envying, admiring; where faces flush, hears flutter, and minds swell with the passion to rival and emulate. p. 36
by National Baseball Hall of Fame
First World Series 1903 – Honus Wagner’s Pirates against Cy Young Pilgrims (Pilgrims won in best of nine – not seven)
Christy Mathewson – Giants – won 31 games in 1905 – in Series, pitched three shutouts in a six day span
1906 Cubs – record of 116-36 – never bested (Tinkers, to Evers, the Chance)
Fred “Bonehead” Merkle of Giants – didn’t touch second, so run didn’t count, lost pennant to Cubs
Cy Young – won 511 – lost 315. completed 749.
Ruth and Shore combined no-hitter – 1914
Babe Ruth – World Series pitching scoreless streak -of 29 2/3
lifetime 94-46
Black Sox 1919
Walter Johnson World Series relief appearance – 1924
Ty Cobb – top lifetime batting average .366. 4,189 hits (in 2,619 less appearances than Rose, who broke that record). 892 stolen bases
Grover Cleveland Alexander – 1926 series – brought in to relieve w/ bases loaded; got them out, pitch two more scoreless innings for the win.
1927 – Ruth hits 60. in 1919, Ruth hit 29, which was more than were hit by 10 of the 15 teams in the Majors.
Hack Wilson – 191 RBIs in 1930. in (NY Giants that year had a team batting average of .319. THe NL as a whole hit .303)
Carl Hubbell – make screwball famous – early coaches won’t let him throw it because to potential arms issues – so took him long time to reach the majors. Struck out Murders Rows in 1934 All-Star game.
Lights – 1935 first major league game under the lights – 1880 was the first game (not pro, more of an exhibition). 1909 first Negro League game w/ lights.
Johnny Vander Meer – two no-hitters in a row – ended after 21 2/3 innings
Lou Gehrig – 2,130 consecutive games
DiMaggio – a hit in 56 straight games – 1941
Mickey Owens – passed ball in ninth – 1941 World Series
Joe Nuxhall – youngest player ever – 15 – 1944
Jackie Robinson – first game April 15, 1947
Eddie Gaedel – midget – played one game in 1951
1951 – Bobby Thompson – “Shot Heard Around the World” – “The Giants win the pennant! The Giants win the pennant!” (Giants tied the Dodgers, the game was a special three game playoff)
“The Catch” – Willie May in the 1952 Series
Last Triple Crown – Carl Yasrzemski – 1967
Don Larsen – 1955 – pitched perfect game in 1956 Series
Harvey Haddix – 1959 – pitched perfect game until two out in 13th inning – lost game.
Ted Williams – homer in last at bat
Bill Mazeroski – homer, bottom of 9th, seventh game 1960 World Series
Maris – 61 homers in 1961 – took more than 154 games
Rickey Henderson – 130 stolen bases in 1982
Lou Brock – 118 in 1974
Maury Wills – 104 in 1962
Koufax – lowest ERA in five consecutive years
Nolan Ryan – 7 no-hitters
1968 – “year of the pitcher” – Gibson 1.12 ERA
Miracle Mets of 1969
The “Four Aces” – O’s in 1971 – Cuellar, Dobson, McNally, and Palmer
Aaron – 755 – broke record in 1974
Bucky Dent – homered to beat Sox in playoff (tied at end of season) -in 1978
Nap Lajoie – 1901 – .426
Hornsby 1924 .424
Cobb 1911 – .420
Williams – 1941 – .406
Rule 1.10 – pine tar – 1983
Rose – 4,192 hits
Cubs – lights – 1988
Nolan Ryan – 5,714 Ks
Ripken – 2,131 games
Went to see Hersch and Spalding at The Reach Lounge at the Kennedy Center. They made for an odd combo. Not sure it really worked. Hersch is quite the pianist. His song Dream of Monk was a highlight.
Went to the beloved Birchmere to see Water’s Christmas show (it was postponed). I didn’t really know what to expect since Waters is a film director and writer. He basically did a standup routine then took questions from the audience. It was good, dirty fun.
It is only when we fully exercise our capacities – when we grow – that we have roots in the world and feel at home in it. – Eric Hoffer
by Emily Dickenson
We grow accustomed to the Dark - When Light is put away - As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp To witness her Good bye - A Moment - We uncertain step For newness of the night - Then - fit our Vision to the Dark - And meet the Road - erect - And so of larger - Darknesses - Those Evenings of the Brain - When not a Moon disclose a sign - Or Star - come out - within - The Bravest - grope a little - And sometimes hit a Tree Directly in the Forehead - But as they learn to see - Either the Darkness alters - Or something in the sight Adjusts itself to Midnight - And Life steps almost straight.
by Emily Dickenson
Sweet hours have perished here, This is a timid room - Within it’s precincts hopes have played Now fallow in the tomb. Fr1785
by William Yeats
I That is no country for old men. The young In one another's arms, birds in the trees, —Those dying generations—at their song, The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas, Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long Whatever is begotten, born, and dies. Caught in that sensual music all neglect Monuments of unageing intellect. II An aged man is but a paltry thing, A tattered coat upon a stick, unless Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing For every tatter in its mortal dress, Nor is there singing school but studying Monuments of its own magnificence; And therefore I have sailed the seas and come To the holy city of Byzantium. III O sages standing in God's holy fire As in the gold mosaic of a wall, Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre, And be the singing-masters of my soul. Consume my heart away; sick with desire And fastened to a dying animal It knows not what it is; and gather me Into the artifice of eternity. IV Once out of nature I shall never take My bodily form from any natural thing, But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make Of hammered gold and gold enamelling To keep a drowsy Emperor awake; Or set upon a golden bough to sing To lords and ladies of Byzantium Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
by Richard Wilbur
for Rene Magritte The carpenter's made a hole In the parlor floor, and I'm standing Staring down into it now At four o'clock in the evening, As Schliemann stood when his shovel Knocked on the crowns of Troy. A clean-cut sawdust sparkles On the grey, shaggy laths, And here is a cluster of shavings >From the time when the floor was laid. They are silvery-gold, the color Of Hesperian apple-parings. Kneeling, I look in under Where the joists go into hiding. A pure street, faintly littered With bits and strokes of light, Enters the long darkness Where its parallels will meet. The radiator-pipe Rises in middle distance Like a shuttered kiosk, standing Where the only news is night. Here's it's not painted green, As it is in the visible world. For God's sake, what am I after? Some treasure, or tiny garden? Or that untrodden place, The house's very soul, Where time has stored our footbeats And the long skein of our voices? Not these, but the buried strangeness Which nourishes the known: That spring from which the floor-lamp Drinks now a wilder bloom, Inflaming the damask love-seat And the whole dangerous room.
Life is like an empty field. With intention it becomes a garden, without it weeds and debris will take over. Something will grow either way, but it’s your choice what takes root. – John Steinbeck
Resolve to behave as though your every act were to become a universal law for all people. – Immanuel Kant
Circumstances do not make the man; they merely reveal him to himself. – Epictetus
Every choice you make is a statement about your true values and priorities. – Brain Tracy
What you do speaks so loudly that I cannot hear a word that you say. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
Hold yourself responsible for a higher standard than anyone else expects of you. – Henry Ward Beecher
by Andy Borowitz
Borowitz is well-known for his New Yorker column The Borowitz Report, in which he often pokes satirical fun at idiot Republicans such as Donald Trump and Sara Palin (not to mention the non-idiots – such as Ron DeSantis, Rand Paul, Ted Cruz, and Joseph Hawley – who attempt to imitate their idiot breatharian).
Three stages of ignorance: Ridicule, Acceptance, and Celebration
Borowitz thinks that GPA not really important to whether a good president; reading habits (or lack thereof) are.
Stu Spencer and Bill Roberts created ad campaigns that made Reagan (among others) more palatable. “If you can’t dazzle’em with brilliance, baffle’em with bull.”
Canon recalled an early press conference where a reporter asked Reagan about his legislative program: “the novice governor did not have a clue. Turning plaintively to aids who were attending the new conference, he said, ‘I could take come coaching from the sidelines if anyone can recall my legislative program.’
Molly Ivins quote about Reagan: “This is a man who proved that ignorance is no handicap to the presidency.”
Lions and the Packers offered invitation to Ford to play on their team. He finished in top third of his law class at Yale.
SNL skit “Ask President Carter.”
Roy Cohn, Roger Ailes, Roger Stone, and Paul Mamafort all worked for Reagan.
Remember Reagan’s attack on “welfare queens”, the poor, AIDS….
Bill Kristol backed Alan Keyes (his college roommate), Quayle, and Palin.
Karl Rove was “Bush’s brain”.
Dick Chaney fluked out of Yale.
Bush branded pledges to his faternity. (!)
A classmate said: “When I first heard he was running for the presidency I laughed until I couldn’t see through the tears in my eyes. I just thought ‘The nation is going to hell in a hand-basket. if he can be president maybe I can be the Queen of England.”
Afghanistan is know as the “Graveyard of Empires.” (didn’t know that)
Bush said “I don’t do nuance.”
Bush…”Why did I sign on to this (bailout) proposal if I don’t understand what it does?”
“Sarah Palin was the gateway ignoramus who led to Donald Trump.” p. 131
When Levi Johnson, Bristol’s boyfriend found out Paline was selected for VP: “I thought, was this woman – who at home, would literally say things that did not make sense – really running for vice president?” He assumed somebody was fucking with him.
Levi Johnson again: “I have been more diligent tracking a moose than anyone seemed to have been in choosing the Republican vice-presidential nominee.” A.B. Culvahouse (supposedly) did the vetting.
Palin –> trooper gate
Palin didn’t know that Africa was a continent, that South Africa was a country, why North and South Korea are separate countries. She thought Saddam Hussein attacked America on 9/11.
“Let’s make America Great Again” was a 1980 Reagan campaign slogan.
“Facts are stupid things.” Reagan quote; actually, he was misremembering John Adams’ “Facts are stubborn things.”
Frank Trump taught his son that the world could be devided into “losers” and “winners.”
recommends book “Politics is for Power: How to Move Beyond Political Hobbyism, Take Action, and Make Real Change.
Deep canvassing…
It wasn’t the worst movie I’ve seen this year. Amsterdam still holds that honor. When I see a movie that bad, I think I should have been a director. I could do no worse.
But it wasn’t good. I expected more from the guy that made American Beauty. I think its biggest problem was he couldn’t figure out what the movie was really about. Racism? Mental health? Movies? So it ended up a muddle. Too bad. Parts of it worked.
There is a concept called Character Invention that many of the most prominent executive coaches teach to their clients.
The general idea is pretty simple:
We all have a level of fear and imposter syndrome associated with performing certain acts. Depending on your situation, you might feel it around public speaking, performing a musical act in front of a crowd, hitting the gym hard, or being the parent or partner you know you can be. This can be crippling.
With Character Invention, you create a character in your mind who can do the things you fear with ease. You teach yourself to “flip the switch” and become this character in order to crush that activity.
I like the idea of Character Invention and have made regular use of it with public speaking or appearances. But it always felt like a tool for special situations, so it never became a part of my daily life.
The Character Alarms framework is a simple way to integrate Character Invention into your daily life.
It’s a minor adaptation of the Three Alarms creation of executive coach Eric Partaker, who I first came across via my friend Ali Abdaal.
With this framework, you set alarms for specific times of day when you want to turn on a specific character. The alarms serve as both a reminder and a nudge in the right direction to act in accordance with how that character would act.
Here’s an example of how it might look for me (note, I go to bed really early):
There are three versions of me that I want to turn on:
The alarm goes off and I’m reminded of the character that I want to be in that moment. For me, it’s a reminder to take the actions necessary to become that character.
When you consistently take these actions, your identity naturally follows suit.
Actions can create identity.
I’d encourage you to give it a shot. What character do you want to become at different moments during the day? Try setting these alarms and assessing whether it sparks you to action.
There will always be someone who can’t see your worth. Don’t let it be you. – Mel Robbins
A gift from my work trip to NYC. Symptoms started on 12/11. Still feeling it as of today (12/19) although not bad now. At it’s peak was like a bad cold.
Went to 33 Whitehall to discuss strategy. Took United from IAD. Uber costs about $75 to Manhattan. Probably should have taken the train. Would have been significantly cheaper. Driving to Union Station is painful though.
At dinner with the group at a place called Da Andrea. Pretty good. Very loud.
Stayed at MOTO by Hilton. Pretty stylish. Small. Way over-priced. Almost 1k for one night. Somebody suggested I stay in Jersey. Not far and way cheaper.
When to the Whitney the next day, mostly to see the Edward Hopper exhibit. It was very good. Took an informative tour that helped explain the art. They also had an exhibit on early American Modernism thaf featured some of my favorite artists, such as Georgia O’Keefe, Joseph Stella, and Stuart Davis. And another from the Whitney Collection between the years 1900 to 1965. These were more realistic, artists such as George Bellows, George Ault, Elise Driggs, and Jasper Johns. All in all, pretty cool.
by Emily Dickenson
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading - treading - till it seemed That Sense was breaking through - And when they all were seated, A Service, like a Drum - Kept beating - beating - till I thought My mind was going numb - And then I heard them lift a Box And creak across my Soul With those same Boots of Lead, again, Then Space - began to toll, As all the Heavens were a Bell, And Being, but an Ear, And I, and Silence, some strange Race Wrecked, solitary, here - And then a Plank in Reason, broke, And I dropped down, and down - And hit a World, at every plunge, And Finished knowing - then - Fr340
God is not needed to create guilt or to punish. Our fellow men suffice, aided by ourselves. Albert Camus, The Fall, p. 110
Above all, don’t believe your friends when they ask you to be sincere with them. They merely hope you will encourage them in the good opinion they have of themselves by providing them with with the additional assurance they will find in your promise of sincerity. Albert Camus, The Fall, p. 82
Today we are always as ready to judge as we are to fornicate. – Albert Camus, The Fall, p. 77
It is not true, after all, that I never loved. I conceived at least one great love in my life, of which I was always the object. – Albert Camus, The Fall, p. 58
I was of respectable but humble birth (my father was an officer), and yet, certain mornings, let me confess it humbly, I felt like a king’s son, or a buring bush. It was not a matter, mind you, of the certainty I had of being more intelligent than everyone else. Bsides, such certainty is of no consequence because so many imbeciles share it. – Albert Camus, The Fall p. 28.
The only thing that you absolutely have to know, is the location of the library. – Albert Einstein
The universe is what it is, not what I choose that it should be. If it is indifferent to human desires, as it seems to be; if human life is a passing episode, hardly noticeable in the vastness of cosmic processes; if there is no superhuman and supernatural purpose, and no hope of ultimate salvation, it is far better to understand and acknowledge this truth than to endeavor, in futile self-assertion, to order the universe to be what we may find comfortable.
The universe is neither hostile nor friendly; it neither favors our ideals nor refutes them. Our individual life is brief, and perhaps the whole life of humankind will be brief if measured on an astronomical scale. But that is no reason for not living it as seems best to us. The things that seem to us good are none the less good for not being eternal, and we should not ask of the universe an external approval of our own ethical standards.
The freethinker’s universe may seem bleak and cold to those who have been accustomed to the comfortable indoor warmth of the various religious cosmologies. But to those who have grown accustomed to it, it has its own sublimity, and confers its own joys. In learning to think freely we have hopefully learnt to thrust fear out of our thoughts, and this lesson, once learnt, brings a kind of peace which is impossible to the slave of hesitant and uncertain credulity.
— Bertrand Russell, The Value of Free Thought: How to Become a Truth-Seeker and Break the Chains of Mental Slavery (1944), pp. 40-41
I had never heard of Frank Cabot, a descendant of the Massachusetts’s shipping magnet Cabots. In middle-age, he withdrew from his businessman career, switching his focus to gardening.
Good move. He built a few eccentric, magnificent gardens that people enjoy every day.
I knew most of the information provide in this documentary already, but still lots of new interviews and performances.
The focus was the song Hallelujah, which was ok. But it made it seem that was his only great song. Not so.
Excellent movie about the perpetuation of religious superstition. Directed by Ali Abbasi.
The greatest fallacy in, or rather the greatest objection to, teleological thinking is in connection with the emotional content, the belief. People get to believing and even to professing the apparent answers thus arrived at, suffering mental constrictions by emotionally closing their minds to any of the further and possibly opposite “answers” which might otherwise be unearthed by honest effort — answers which, if faced realistically, would give rise to a struggle and to a possible rebirth which might place the whole problem in a new and more significant light. – John Steinbeck
Post article below. Plant Tulip bulbs when dig up dahlias.
good idea!
https://www.washingtonpost.com/home/2022/11/15/fall-gardening-dahlia-tulip-exchange/
The stories we tell, in politics as in life, leave us stuck in the past even as we’re forced, pitilessly, into the future. – Ezra Klein
directed by Abraham Polonsky
The New Yorker recently ran an article about John Garfield, the star of Force of Evil. He was once of the first “method actors”, influencing many stars to come such as Robert DeNiro and Marlon Brando.
Force of Evil is really good. It possess the question, “Who is worse?” The person that goes for whatever evil he wants or the person that convinces himself he is doing good but still does wrong, but just in a different way.
edited by Bill Morgan
Not exactly the most exciting read of all time. Basically, a edited transcript of the trial, plus edited selection of letters to/from Ginsberg about the particular of getting Howl published.
On the plus side, the trial is as relevant as ever with the Republicans once again on the prowl to ban as many books as possible. Morons.
by Paul McCartney
Continuation of Vol. 1. So fun to read.
directed by Edward Berger
A fairly gripping film based on the famous book by Erich Maria Remarque.
Highly recommended. So fun to read the little stories behind the songs (and I’m not even that big a Beatles fan).
Went to see the Violent Femmes at the 9:30 Club. Fun show.
Went downtown to participate in the march. Huge crowd.
Went to see the film Amsterdam. Regret it. ‘Terrible with raisins in it.’
by Emily Dickenson
The only Ghost I ever saw Was dressed in Mechlin - so - He had no sandal on his foot - And stepped like flakes of snow - His Mien, was soundless, like the Bird - But rapid - like the Roe - His fashions, quaint, Mosaic - Or haply, Mistletoe - His conversation - seldom - His laughter, like the Breeze That dies away in Dimples Among the pensive Trees - Our interview - was transient - Of me, himself was shy - And God forbid I look behind - Since that appalling Day!
by Daniel Walter
As the subtitle says, a book that explores “how to use self-control and mental toughness to achieve your goals.” All self-help books make change seem easy. Of course, it’s not. But the tips in this book are definitely worth studying and attempting to implement.
Melody and Sammy’s Wedding Trip
Flew into Denver International Airport. Went to see the Denver Botanical Garden. Spent about two hours checking out the gardens. Very much worthwhile. Got some excellent coffee at the Copper Door Coffee Roasters.
Next, drove to the Red Rocks Park and Amphitheatre. Looked around the Colorado Music Hall of Fame. Checked out the Red Rocks museum. Went inside the amphitheatre. Drove to the top of the mountain to see the view.
Met up with a bunch of the wedding attendees to visit Garden of the Gods. Nobody organized the excursion, so more than a bit chaotic.
Drove over to the town of Manitou Springs for lunch. Found a cool little hippish coffee shop. Talked with the owner for a bit. He was a follower of the Grateful Dead back in the day. Told us about the town’s traditional coffin race.
Finally, we all went over to the Broadmoor Resort, which was gigantic and nice. Walked around and ate (mistakenly) a chicken salad.
In the morning, went to visit Seven Falls. I enjoyed it. Although it was not natural, it was very well laid out and pretty.
Next was the wedding. Nice place and a nice couple. Usual wedding activities.
Drove to the top of Pike’s Peak. Part of the drive was a little scary, so close to the edge of the cliffs. Beautiful views from the top. The highlight of the trip.
Drove to Boulder. Hiked all around the Flatirons. Afterward, drove over to the well-known Pearl Street Mall. Ate at a decent Thai restaurant. Then back to Pearl Street for ice cream.
Drove from Boulder to Denver International Airport. Longest security line in the history of the world.
directed and written by Brett Morgen
I read a pretty negative review. I’m very glad I ignored it. It’s a really good documentary. Creative. Dramatic. Really showed that Bowie, who I don’t know that well, was a true artist. Glad I saw it.
by Bob ManKoff
Funny, interesting bio from the New Yorker cartoon editor.
Flew into Harry Reid Airport on 10/6/22
Stopped off at the Hoover Dam. Took a tour of the power plant.
Visited N cousin’s home.
Went to the place we rented via VRBO, just off the “strip”.
Drove two hours to visit Death Valley. A large part of the park was closed due to the recent rain. I thought that might ruin the trip, but it really wasn’t a problem. There was more than enough to see.
We visited three spots:
At night we walked along the Vegas “strip” (Vegas Boulevard). Went inside the Bellagio to see their inside garden.
We drove from Vegas to Zion National Park, which took about three hours. Zion has some magnificent cliffs. But it’s also very crowded, which is a bit ironic, since it was my least favorite, IMO least impressive, of all the parks we visited. It was so crowded that you have to take a shuttle bus to each destination, which wasn’t great. Still, some magnificent views.
We took two hikes. the first, the Riverside Walk Trail, which was extremely crowded. It ends at the Narrows, the famous walk between two canyon walls. Due to time limitations, and lack of water shoes, we did not take it. We also walked the Emerald Ponds Trail, which was much less crowded, and thus, more enjoyable.
In the evening, we drove to our VRBO which was located about 40 minutes from our next destination, Bryce Canyon. The road was very windy, very isolated, and by the mid-point, very dark. Not fun.
The house itself was really, really nicely appointed. Not much to look at on the outside, but inside every detail was thought out and tastefully done. Best VRBO ever.
We drove to Bryce in the morning, about 40 minutes. We did the Rim Trail and Queen’s Garden.
Bryce might have been my favorite of all. The views were just spectacular.
After our hikes, we went back to the house for a bit, and then return to view the night sky. We couldn’t find the viewpoint the ranger suggested, but whatever. We just stopped at one of the others. It was cold. But the sky was spectacular. Complete silence except for the wind.
Next, we drove to Capitol Reef, about three hours from the place we stayed in Bryce. It was a dreary day, with showers. When we arrived, the weather wasn’t too promising for hiking. The area surrounding the long entrance road to the park was covered in reddish mud. A road crew was doing repairs, apparently from recent flooding.
We went to the Visitor’s Center. The ranger suggested Cohab Canyon. The first part of the hike was steep, but after a 1/4 mile or so it leveled out. The trail took us through a canyon with so much to see. It was really something to behold. We also took the Hickman Bridge Trail.
One of the most distinct aspects of this park is the Fruita District, which is a lush green area at the bottom of the canyon. The early settlers noticed the high quality of the soil in that area. They planted orchards that are still bearing fruit to this day.
Next, we drove to Arches National Park, around 2 1/2 hours from Capitol Reef. The first half of the drive was thru a very picturesque but desolate area. Again, the weather was rainy and cloudy. A large section of the road when through an area that was flooded out. In one section what looked like a good-size creek was running right next to the road. Then we hit another section of very dense fog. Finally, the water crossed the road. Luckily, a crew with a tractor arrived just ahead of us, which made it appear safe to cross.
The weather finally cleared up and the rest of the drive was uneventful.
Arches is also a very popular park, known for its more than 2,000 arches. We took the scenic drive, taking the many short hikes out to see the major sites: Windows, Balanced Rock, Double Arches, Landspace Arch.
Canyonland is a less popular park not far from Arches. Again the weather did not cooperate, but again it was not a real problem for there was a lot to see.
There are two main sections of the park: Island in the Sky and Needles. Due to flooding, the road to Needles was closed. The detour would have taken three hours (!). So we only saw Island in the Sky.
We walked the Grand View Point Trail. The entire trail has spectacular views of the canyon below. Every few feet the perspective change, which provide a stunning new view of the canyon. Great walk.
Drove the roughly four hours to Salt Lake City. Visited the Temple Square. Went on a tour given by a couple of young Mormon missionaries. It was a little weird; definitely were pushing the old-time religion a bit. But they were very nice and not pushy. I very much enjoyed learning the history of the Mormons.
Went to Weems-Botts and the Workhouse with Y and C. Fun day. Y’s friend added a live soundtrack of drums to Modern Times and Sherlock Jr. Good.
I feel like a ghost wandering in a world grown alien. – Rachmaninoff
by David Foster Wallace
eh.
Went to Rockville, Maryland to see Steve Forbert. The place, Hank Dietle’s Tavern, was sort of a throwback to the fifties. Looked like – on the outside anyway – the kind of local bars that once dotted Route 1. Inside, it was fairly nice. Very small, probably held less than 100 people.
Anway, Forbert put on his usual great show. The verison of Going Down to Laurel was especially great.
by Emily Dickinson
I’ve nothing Else - to bring, You know - So I keep bringing These - Just as the Night keeps fetching Stars To our familiar eyes - Maybe, we should’nt mind them - Unless they did’nt come - Then - maybe, it would puzzle us To find our way Home -
Your beliefs drive your perceptions, they drive your behaviors, and most of that is happening at the non-conscious level.
― JR Badian
by Dick Davis
Collection of the poems of Hafez, Jahan Khatun, and Zakani.
Your face usurps the fiery glow and hue of roses. Your ringlets' fragrance is so sweet, my friend, No fragrant rose-scent could entice me to seek roses -- Besides, the faithless roses' scent will fade, Which is a serious drawback, in my view, of roses; And if the waters of eternal life Had touched their roots, so that they bloomed anew, these roses, When could they ever form a bud as sweet As your small mouth, which is more trim and true than roses? Jahan Khatun
Went downtown to see two exhibits.
Saw the works of two Iranian photographers at the Museum of Asian Art.
August 6, 2022–January 8, 2023
Living in Two Times features the work of Bahman Jalali (1944–2010) and his wife and closest collaborator Rana Javadi (b. 1953). Noted for their sharp documentary images and haunting photomontage works, the artists are among the most influential figures in the development of late twentieth-century photography in Iran. Driven by the medium’s powerful—and fragile—relationship to memory, Jalali and Javadi created an unparalleled visual record of a tumultuous period in their homeland.
This exhibition features images by both photographers from the iconic series Days of Blood, Days of Fire, capturing events in Tehran during the 1979 Iranian Revolution, as well as images from Jalali’s Khorramshahr: A City Destroyed and Abadan Fights On, drawn from his years spent on the Iran-Iraq warfront. Throughout his career, Jalali returned continually to his project of observing the changing lives and landscapes of Iran. A third section of the exhibition presents a selection of his images of fishing communities along the northern Persian Gulf. In addition to their documentary projects, Jalali and Javadi preserved early twentieth century archives, which they used as a basis for creating vivid photomontages that explore the role of the medium in documenting history. This will be the first museum retrospective in the United States that offers a glimpse of Jalali’s extensive practice and the first to be presented together with a selection of Javadi’s evocative work from the late 1970s to the present.
and when to National Gallery East, saw “Doubles: Identity and Difference in Art from 1900s
https://www.nga.gov/exhibitions/2022/the-double-identity-and-difference-in-art-since-1900.html
by Albert Camus
by Harry Caudill
A story of how circumstance, bad government, and too powerful corporations came together to ruin lives and destroy the environment.
by Emily Dickenson
You love me - you are sure - I shall not fear mistake - I shall not cheated wake - Some grinning morn - To find the Sunrise left - And Orchards - unbereft - And Dollie - gone! I need not start - you’re sure - That night will never be - When frightened - home to Thee I run - To find the windows dark - And no more Dollie - mark - Quite none? Be sure you’re sure - you know - I’ll bear it better now - If you’ll just tell me so - Than when - a little dull Balm grown - Over this pain of mine - You sting - again!
http://bloggingdickinson.blogspot.com/2012/03/you-love-me-you-are-sure.html
Quite the spectacle.
by Emily Dickenson
The Skies can't keep their secret! They tell it to the Hills - The Hills just tell the Orchards - And they - the Daffodils! A Bird - by chance - that goes that way - Soft overhears the whole - If I should bribe the little Bird - Who knows but she would tell? I think I won't - however - It’s finer - not to know - If Summer were an axiom - What sorcery had snow? So keep your secret - Father! I would not - if I could - Know what the Sapphire Fellows, do, In your new-fashioned world! http://bloggingdickinson.blogspot.com/2012/03/normal-0-0-1-73-421-3-1-517-11.html
translated by Edward Fitzgerald
“Don’t cry upon your losses
Don’t measure today with tommorows
Don’t trust to passed and coming day
Believe in now – and be happy today.” ~ Omar Khayyam
by Michelle Mercer
A rambling look at Mitchell’s great album, Blue. It was as much a biography as a study of Blue, but whatever. It was a fun read.
Started at Great Falls Park, Virginia side, and walked to RiverBend Park, about 5 miles. Nice easy walk.
As of July 10, only one bloom. They seem to be growing very slowly. Perhaps because it’s been so cool. And I topped all of them this year. At least they look healthy.
Night is a time for meditation. – Albert Camus (1st Letter to a friend)
If you always do what you always did, you will always get what you always got. – Albert Einstein
by Emily Dickenson
Unto like Story—Trouble has enticed me— How Kinsmen fell— Brothers and Sister—who preferred the Glory— And their young will Bent to the Scaffold, or in Dungeons—chanted— Till God's full time— When they let go the ignominy— smiling— And Shame went still— Unto guessed Crests, my moaning fancy, leads me, Worn fair By Heads rejected—in the lower country— Of honors there— Such spirit makes her perpetual mention, That I—grown bold— Step martial—at my Crucifixion— As Trumpets—rolled— Feet, small as mine—have marched in Revolution Firm to the Drum— Hands—not so stout—hoisted them—in witness— When Speech went numb— Let me not shame their sublime deportments— Drilled bright— Beckoning—Etruscan invitation— Toward Light— J295, Fr300 (1862)
http://bloggingdickinson.blogspot.com/2012/07/unto-like-storytrouble-has-enticed-me.html
Topped them all. Hopefully, that will make it easier to keep them under control. Also removed all lower leaves. And tied them.
Went to see Steely Dan at Wolf Trap. Remarkable band, so precise. Really good, Donald Fagan still has it. Worth the $.
Went to see Hot Wing King at the Studio Theatre. Sat in the very front row, just feet from the performers. A different experience, up close and personal. Good show, but certainly nothing special.
Ate at an Ethiopian restaurant, Lalibela. Nothing remarkable, to say the least, but ok. Very cheap, $60 for four people.
Went down to see the Laurie Anderson Drone’s – a tribute to Lou Reed – show at the Hirshorn. Very cool to be able to see her up close.
Hazel Dickens is a way underappreciated artist. Good book.
A Persian prose poem was written by Nizami Ganjavi in the 12th century. Lord Byron called it, appropriately, the Romeo and Juliet of the East.
Really beautiful.
by Jimmy Carter
by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
I am waiting for my case to come up and I am waiting for a rebirth of wonder and I am waiting for someone to really discover America and wail and I am waiting for the discovery of a new symbolic western frontier and I am waiting for the American Eagle to really spread its wings and straighten up and fly right and I am waiting for the Age of Anxiety to drop dead and I am waiting for the war to be fought which will make the world safe for anarchy and I am waiting for the final withering away of all governments and I am perpetually awaiting a rebirth of wonder I am waiting for the Second Coming and I am waiting for a religious revival to sweep thru the state of Arizona and I am waiting for the Grapes of Wrath to be stored and I am waiting for them to prove that God is really American and I am waiting to see God on television piped onto church altars if only they can find the right channel to tune in on and I am waiting for the Last Supper to be served again with a strange new appetizer and I am perpetually awaiting a rebirth of wonder I am waiting for my number to be called and I am waiting for the Salvation Army to take over and I am waiting for the meek to be blessed and inherit the earth without taxes and I am waiting for forests and animals to reclaim the earth as theirs and I am waiting for a way to be devised to destroy all nationalisms without killing anybody and I am waiting for linnets and planets to fall like rain and I am waiting for lovers and weepers to lie down together again in a new rebirth of wonder I am waiting for the Great Divide to be crossed and I am anxiously waiting for the secret of eternal life to be discovered by an obscure general practitioner and I am waiting for the storms of life to be over and I am waiting to set sail for happiness and I am waiting for a reconstructed Mayflower to reach America with its picture story and tv rights sold in advance to the natives and I am waiting for the lost music to sound again in the Lost Continent in a new rebirth of wonder I am waiting for the day that maketh all things clear and I am awaiting retribution for what America did to Tom Sawyer and I am waiting for Alice in Wonderland to retransmit to me her total dream of innocence and I am waiting for Childe Roland to come to the final darkest tower and I am waiting for Aphrodite to grow live arms at a final disarmament conference in a new rebirth of wonder I am waiting to get some intimations of immortality by recollecting my early childhood and I am waiting for the green mornings to come again youth’s dumb green fields come back again and I am waiting for some strains of unpremeditated art to shake my typewriter and I am waiting to write the great indelible poem and I am waiting for the last long careless rapture and I am perpetually waiting for the fleeing lovers on the Grecian Urn to catch each other up at last and embrace and I am awaiting perpetually and forever a renaissance of wonder
May 6th – Took the train from Union Station to NYC. Went with Ebie, Saughi, Chris, Mini, Armoun. Stayed at the Courtyard Marriot at 1717 Broadway. Ate dinner at Franuces Tavern downtown on Pearl Street. George Washington held a celebration dinner there in 1783. It was the watering hole of several of the Founding Fathers.
Food was ok.
May 7th – Slept late, then went to the MOMA. Saw the Mattisse “Red Studio” exhibit. Saw a movie at MOMA – https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0039310/ – by Roger Leenhardt – was an influence on the French New Wave.
Then at at a medditarean restuarant, K….. Had a salad bowl (with farro).
Then went to see the play Nauzi’s was in, Wish You Were Here.
by Asghar Farhadi
Excellent Iranian movie that – to me anyway – reflects on the way the truth can so easily be distorted by the media/social media.
by Gary Oelze and Stephen Moore
A fun read about the history of the Birchmere, my favorite music hall.
by Iraj Pezeshkzad
A novel by an Iranian writer. Satire on Iranian culture. I found it periodically funny, but overall I didn’t think much of it. It repeats the same joke about Iranians’ susceptibility to conspiracy theories over and over and over.
A short film about George Booth, a legendary cartoonist with the New Yorker.
by Pablo Neruda
Do we learn kindness or the mask of kindness?
The defects of the mind, like those of the face, grow worse with age. – Francois de La Rochefoucauld
We are all geniuses up to the age of ten. – Aldous Huxley
None are so old as those who have outlived enthusiasm. – Henry David Thoreau
by Hafez
Last night, news of my departed friend Was brought to me upon the wind; Whatever must come, let it come! I give my heart now to the wind. My life's in such a state that my Companions are the vivid flash Of lightning in the dark of night, And, as each dawn arrives, the wind. Lost in the tangles of your hair My shameless heart has never said, "Oh, give me back the life I knew Before I strayed like this, and sinned." My heart weeps blood remembering you, Each time I see the meadows where The budding rose's cloak is loosed And torn wide open by the wind. My frail existence vanishes; But may my sould rejoice again And see you, and inhale your scent Brought in the dawn, upon the wind. Hafez, your noble nature will Ensure your heart's desire; and may Our lives be given to such sweetness, That's borne away, upon the wind.
by Hafez To tell you now my poor heart's state is what I long for To hear the news that hearts relate is what I long for Look how naive I am! To keep from rivals' ears A tale the winds disseminate is what I long for To sleep a sweet and noble night with you, to sleep Till morning and to rise up late is what I long for And in the darkness of the night, to pierce the pearl That is so fine and delicate is what I long for O morning breeze, abet me now, tonight, because To blossom as dawn lies in wait is what I long for To use the lashes of my eyes, for honor's sake, To sweep the dust before your gate is what I long for Like Hafez, in contempt of prigs, to make the kind Of poems libertines create is what I long for
Happiness is like a butterfly: the more you chase it, the more it will elude you; but if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder. – author unknown
by Emily Dickenson
There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons – That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes – Heavenly Hurt, it gives us – We can find no scar, But internal difference – Where the Meanings, are – None may teach it – Any – 'Tis the seal Despair – An imperial affliction Sent us of the Air – When it comes, the Landscape listens – Shadows – hold their breath – When it goes, 'tis like the Distance On the look of Death –
by Emily Dickenson
One Sister have I in the house - And one a hedge away. There’s only one recorded - But both belong to me. One came the road that I came - And wore my last year’s gown - The other, as a bird her nest Builded our hearts among. She did not sing as we did - It was a different tune - Herself to her a music As Bumble bee of June. Today is far from childhood, But up and down the hills, I held her hand the tighter - Which shortened all the miles - And still her hum The years among, Deceives the Butterfly; And in her Eye The Violets lie, Mouldered this many May - I spilt the dew, But took the morn - I chose this single star From out the wide night’s numbers - Sue - forevermore! F5 http://bloggingdickinson.blogspot.com/2011/06/f-5-1858.html A slant rhyme is a type of rhyme with words that have similar, but not identical sounds. Most slant rhymes are formed by words with identical consonants and different vowels, or vice versa. “Worm” and “swarm” are examples of slant rhymes.
by Joe Brainard
Every sentence starts with “I remember.” What a simple idea. Surprisingly, a really great idea.
by Emily Dickenson
Tell all the truth but tell it slant — Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth's superb surprise As Lightning to the Children eased With explanation kind The Truth must dazzle gradually Or every man be blind —
by Ricki Lee Jones
Story of triumph over a very difficult upbringing.
by Henry Mitchell
Mitchell is well known for his gardening columns that appeared for many years in the Washington Post. Any Day is a collection of the non-gardening columns he also wrote for the paper.
Mitchell was a tremendous essayist.
by Christopher Clarey
Bio of the great Roger Federer. Too long, but a lot of insight into the career of one of the greatest tennis players ever.
by Gwendolyn Brooks
THE POOL PLAYERS. SEVEN AT THE GOLDEN SHOVEL. We real cool. We Left school. We Lurk late. We Strike straight. We Sing sin. We Thin gin. We Jazz June. We Die soon.
We are no closer than the first cave men at living life on the level we suspect human life might be lived. – Henry Mitchell (from the book, Any Day)
by Tara Westover
Autobiography by a woman brought up in an incredibly dysfunctional Mormon family. Holy shit. Eventually goes to college/Cambridge/Harvard. Gets a Ph.D. Against all odds.
Our mind is a garden, our thoughts are the seeds, you can grow flowers or you can grow weeds. – Ritu Ghatourey
by Donald Hall
Against the bright grass the white-knickered players, tense, seize, and attend. A moment ago, outfielders and infielders adjusted their clothing, glanced at the sun and settled forward, hands on knees; the pitcher walked back of the hill, established his cap and returned; the catcher twitched a forefinger; the batter rotated his bat in a slow circle. But now they pause: wary, exact, suspended— while abiding moonrise lightens the angel of the overgrown hardens, and Walter Blake Adams, who died at fourteen, waits under the footbridge.
by Henry Mitchell
Without doubt, the funniest and most profound book on gardening ever written. Mitchell was the garden columnist for the Washington Post for several decades. He has no rival.
https://www.plinthetal.com/plinth-et-al-1/2013/07/03/henry-mitchell-on-gardening
Went to the Richmond Museum of Fine Arts to see the Man Ray in Paris exhibit. Worth the drive for sure. Bought the exhibition book.
Ate lunch at Lemon Cusine of India. Very good, especially the appetizer, Lasuni Gobi (fried cauliflower).
by Langston Hughes
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie, Caramel treat, Honey-gold baby Sweet enough to eat. Peach-skinned girlie, Coffee and cream, Chocolate darling Out of a dream. Walnut tinted Or cocoa brown, Pomegranate-lipped Pride of the town. Rich cream-colored To plum-tinted black, Feminine sweetness In Harlem’s no lack. Glow of the quince To blush of the rose. Persimmon bronze To cinnamon toes. Blackberry cordial, Virginia Dare wine— All those sweet colors Flavor Harlem of mine! Walnut or cocoa, Let me repeat: Caramel, brown sugar, A chocolate treat. Molasses taffy, Coffee and cream, Licorice, clove, cinnamon To a honey-brown dream. Ginger, wine-gold, Persimmon, blackberry, All through the spectrum Harlem girls vary— So if you want to know beauty’s Rainbow-sweet thrill, Stroll down luscious, Delicious, fine Sugar Hill.
Visited the Glenstone Museum. They had a very interesting exhibit, the photos of Jeff Wall.
https://www.glenstone.org/art/exhibition/jeff-wall/
by Langston Hughes
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow.
by Emily Dickinson
The Day grew small, surrounded tight By early, stooping Night - The Afternoon in Evening deep It’s Yellow shortness dropt - The Winds went out their martial ways The Leaves obtained excuse - November hung his Granite Hat Opon a nail of Plush - F1664
by Emily Dickinson
“Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm - I’ve heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me.
Saw the exhibit of David Driskell. Also spent time with the Alma Thomas works. Interesting.
https://www.phillipscollection.org/event/2021-10-16-exhibition-david-driskell
https://www.phillipscollection.org/event/2021-10-30-exhibition-alma-thomas
Watch some of the videos for this virtual event.
The one by Sara Marino on “small spaces” was very engaging and informative.
https://smallscenes.com/webinars
Erin Babnik
www.erinbabnik.com
color theory says eye is atracted to “anomalies” – which may distract
mineral/chemical/light (light = rgb)
https://color.adobe.com/create/color-wheel
Angie McMonigal – angiemcmonigal.com Architectural Abstracts
leading lines….negative space..patterns..framing….layering (used to create depth) reflections is a type of layering
Kristi Odem
time lapse
by Emily Dickenson
Wild Nights – Wild Nights! Were I with thee Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile – the winds – To a heart in port – Done with the compass – Done with the chart! Rowing in Eden – Ah, the sea! Might I moor – Tonight – In thee!
Almost all have finished flowering. There are still a lot of blooms on one of the Poohs. But the rest have none, or just one or two.
When to the career retrospective at the Hirshorn. Perhaps the most enjoyable exhibit I’ve ever seen.
https://hirshhorn.si.edu/exhibitions/laurie-anderson-the-weather/
by Emily Dickenson
I'm Nobody! Who are you? Are you – Nobody – too? Then there's a pair of us! Don't tell! they'd advertise – you know! How dreary – to be – Somebody! How public – like a Frog – To tell one's name – the livelong June – To an admiring Bog!
by Peter Axthelm
The story of the 1970 New York Knicks run to the championship, interspersed with the stories of many NYC playground legends who never found their way to fame and fortune.
Loved it. The best book I’ve read I’ve quite some time.
Edited by Mary Pilon and Louisa Thomas
Fun read about selected athletes who lost.
by Henry David Thoreau
Among the signs of autumn I perceive The Roman wormwood (called by learned men Ambrosia elatior, food for gods,— For to impartial science the humblest weed Is as immortal once as the proudest flower—) Sprinkles its yellow dust over my shoes As I cross the now neglected garden. —We trample under foot the food of gods And spill their nectar in each drop of dew— My honest shoes, fast friends that never stray Far from my couch, thus powdered, countryfied, Bearing many a mile the marks of their adventure, At the post-house disgrace the Gallic gloss Of those well dressed ones who no morning dew Nor Roman wormwood ever have been through, Who never walk but are transported rather— For what old crime of theirs I do not gather.
by Betty Smith
The follow-up novel to A Tree Grows in Brooklyn. Not the cheeriest of reads, but compelling. Read it in one day.
by Matthew Walker
Interesting book on the importance of sleep, written by a PHD who has devoted his career to the subject.
by Colin Knighton
Fun book about a guy that got dumped and then decided to visit every National Park.
by Henry David Thoreau
The greatest book that was ever written.
by Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein
Great book about the reporting Woodward and Bernstein did on Watergate.
by Emily Dickenson
After great pain, a formal feeling comes – The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs – The stiff Heart questions ‘was it He, that bore,’ And ‘Yesterday, or Centuries before’? The Feet, mechanical, go round – A Wooden way Of Ground, or Air, or Ought – Regardless grown, A Quartz contentment, like a stone – This is the Hour of Lead – Remembered, if outlived, As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow – First – Chill – then Stupor – then the letting go –
9/11/21 – Flew to Boston. Arrived around lunchtime. Met up with Tyler, then went to Isabella Steward Gartner Museum. They were showing a Titian exhibit, the first time the six poesie (painted poetry) paintings had been exhibited together in over four centuries.
Next, we walked to Newbury Street, a popular shopping and dining district. The houses in the area for the most part 19th century brownstones.
9/12/21 – Drove out to the town of Concord, about a half-hour from Boston. Visited The Concord Museum. A lot of information on the build-up to and the beginning of the Revolutionary War. Listen to a good lecture. Best of all (for me) was the exhibit about Henry David Thoreau. They had a LOT of the original furniture from his home in Walden. Pretty damn awesome.
Next, we went to the Old Hill Burying Grounds. Failed to find the Thoreau family site.
Then, we went to Ralpho Waldo Emerson‘s home. The good news was that it had re-opened from COVID that very day; the bad news was the tour guide was, charitably, mediocre. We saw a grapevine that Thoreau supposedly planted.
9/13/21 – Tyler couldn’t get the same week off as us, big bummer, so he had to stay in Boston. The rest of us headed to Acadia National Park.
It was about a five-hour drive. The little town of Bar Harbor was very cute, beach town vibe. Took a really nice walk along the Bar Harbor Shore Path. Saw the Balance Rock.
We rented a home from VRBO. 1168 Main Street, Someville. The place itself was ok. A bit old and a bit worn, but ok. The TV was good. The house was very close to Route 3. The traffic wasn’t heavy, but when a car did pass by, holy shit, very loud. The house had no reviews on VRBO, probably don’t want to rent one without reviews again.
9/14/21 – After a pretty much sleepless night, we headed out to Acadia National Park. The first stop was Park Loop Road, which goes around the outside of the park for 27 miles. Most of the highlights of the park are on the loop. We stop at many of them, including:
9/15/21 – Having seen many of the highlights of the main part of Acadia, we headed out to the lesser-known Schoodic Peninsula. This proved to be a good decision. The ocean view from the rocky shore of Schoodic Point was certainly beautiful. Next, we took a hike up to an overlook on the Alder and Anvil trails. (The hike was much longer than it should have been due to our failure to study the map carefully.)
9/16/21 – Woke up crazy early and watch the sunrise on Cadillac Mountain. It was pretty cool up there. Clouds obscured the view, but the sky did turn a nice shade of pink pastel.
After that, we visited Jordan Pond. It was so early we had the place nearly to ourselves. On the first full day of our trip, we couldn’t even find a parking place.
Finally, we took a sunset cruise. Pretty nice.
9/17/21 – Headed home. Dropped off the car and checked in at the Hancock County Airport. I think there were more employees than passengers. Took a Cessna with about eight other passengers over the Atlantic Ocean to Boston. It was a bit disconcerting. We had a long layover, so we went to the Institute of Contemporary Art (ICF) museum. Really wasn’t much of interest this time. The chairs were cool though.
This was my first year attempting to do container gardening. It was definitely hit-and-miss, but overall I feel it was a success. I will definitely try again next year.
Bigger pots are the way to go. The one in front of the house was by far the best, I think mostly because the pot was much bigger.
Begonias worked very well in the porch.
I don’t think I’ll use Cana as the thriller again. Something smaller I think would work better. The purple spikey thing worked well (above).
The white flower (Vinca ?) looks just ok but is nice since it requires no maintenance and grows under control.
The Jethro (purple third pic) was a mess. I thought it would be a “spiller” – but it was not.
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Interesting movie about the community of poor folks living in the Salton Sea area. Directed by the director of Dylan’s Shadow Kingdom.
I thought Plagues & Pleasures was far superior, but this was still good.
by e.e. cummings
like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i will again and again and again kiss, i like kissing this and that of you, i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes over parting flesh… And eyes big love-crumbs, and possibly i like the thrill of under me you so quite new
Show in Brookside.
Heat. Inch per week. water at the base of the plant. Don’t want the foliage wet. Can burn leaves. Get white spots on flowers. Use lots of mulch. Insulates from heat.
Preeen – nobody has a problem it seems.
24d is bad.
Why look wilted after rain. Means lack of nitrogen. Spray with fertiler with nitrogen. Spray and Grow is good. Bill Perfect fertilizer. Fish based. Spay on foliage.
Mites. got to spray. Telstar. Avid works. Use oil at night!
by Edna St. Vincent
As men have loved their lovers in times past And sung their wit, their virtue and their grace, So have we loved sweet Justice to the last, That now lies here in an unseemly place. The child will quit the cradle and grow wise And stare on beauty till his senses drown; Yet shall be seen no more by mortal eyes Such beauty as here walked and here went down. Like birds that hear the winter crying plain Her courtiers leave to seek the clement south; Many have praised her, we alone remain To break a fist against the lying mouth Of any man who says this was not so: Though she be dead now, as indeed we know. (Nicola Sacco -- Bartolomeo Vanzetti) Executed August 23, 1927
by Al Stump
The accuracy of this book has been roundly questioned. I don’t have an opinion on that. However, the author had personal access to Cobb while he was alive, which is something authors of most biographies can’t say.
Cobb was a fascinating psychopath, which makes for a very interesting read. The second best baseball player – after Babe Ruth – of all time.
The book was a bit longer than necessary.
Based on the experience of screen writer Howard Mankewicki attempting to create a story for Orson Welles. Mank was a raging alcoholic and Welles a crazy egomaniac. Not a good combination.
Directed by David Fincher from a screenplay written by his father.
conversation pieces – Spiral ? – looks like hair
small containers struggle in heat unless watered constantly
put many containers on patio. group around a table or something
sun means 6 to 8 hours
shade means want morning sun and dappled after
elephant ear with flowers under (like vinca). heat ok for these
canna (dark leaf) dark pot – with petunias (fertilize) good with heat
pinball ginfrena – with petunias
geranisam – little stuff under like creeping jenny
salvia – good centerpiece – bloom all summer
amistad – tall (i like the purple) (salvia)
rocking fuchia (salvia)
annual salvia bloom all summer (perenial only once or twice)
don’t water again until pretty dry (don’t let get bone-dry)
dragon wing begonia – bloom all summer (no hot afternoon sun)
fuchia garden ? hummingbird magenetcobra?
super peturnia don’t have to be dead headed (sterile)
can use spider plants for acccent
don’t leave terra cotaa on grass over winter..or with saucer
put 3/8 river jack or gravel on top. keeps squirrels out. keeps dirt from flying out.
she does not replace soil every year. . adds like 25% new soil.
She says deer repellant works – Bobx ? luiqid fence
use plant tone every two weeks
discondra – lotus vine – lotus is fuzzy (both cascading)
Notes on the meeting…..
Dept of Crop and Soil Science
Penn State
Soil microbiology
need oxygen in soil. roots need it. too soggy no oxygen.
think in terms of ecosystem. compared to coral reef; or a savanah; or a rain forest.
who is at home in our soil? all sorts of stuff growing.
can buy perdatory nematodes to eat bad stuff (like maggots etc)
slime mold – fruiting…looks like throw up on mulch (a fungi)
water bear (he say google them, interesting)
can find 5,000 species in a tablespoon of soil
don’t put no woody material in soil
rought 20 to 1 carbon to nitrogen is best
don’t till soil often
ph 6 or 7
add some manure is good. but don’t go crazy.
leafs…grass clipping is good.
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
I looked in my heart while the wild swans went over. And what did I see I had not seen before? Only a question less or a question more; Nothing to match the flight of wild birds flying. Tiresome heart, forever living and dying, House without air, I leave you and lock your door. Wild swans, come over the town, come over The town again, trailing your legs and crying!
I bought several new varieties from the club this year.
Name | Stephen Lescure | |
Classification Name – 2019 | Class # | # Tuber Ordered |
20TH AVE ESTRELLA | 9207 | 1 |
20TH AVE INGRID | 6108 | 1 |
BLOOMQUIST SWEET | 9013 | 1 |
SKIPLEY MELLO YELLO | 2402 | 1 |
VICKI | 1202 | 1 |
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I planted this year’s crop on 5/6. Some are very small because i was late potting them (I think around mid-April) and I purchased a few from the club on 4/26.
I planted them closer together this year. About two feet apart. I think they will look a lot better. However, they could be too crowded. We’ll see.
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Oh, think not I am faithful to a vow! Faithless am I save to love's self alone. Were you not lovely I would leave you now; After the feet of beauty fly my own. Were you not still my hunger's rarest food, And water ever to my wildest thirst, I would desert you--think not but I would!-- And seek another as I sought you first. But you are mobile as the veering air, And all your charms more changeful than the tide, Wherefore to be inconstant is no care: I have but to continue at your side. So wanton, light and false, my love, are you, I am most faithless when I most am true.
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Love is not blind. I see with single eye Your ugliness and other women's grace. I know the imperfection of your face, The eyes too wide apart, the brow too high For beauty. Learned from earliest youth am I In loveliness, and cannot so erase Its letters from my mind, that I may trace You faultless, I must love until I die. More subtle is the sovereignty of love: So am I caught that when I say, "Not fair," 'Tis but as if I said, "Not here—not there Not risen—not writing letters." Well I know What is this beauty men are babbling of; I wonder only why they prize it so.
4/29/21 – Left from Dulles. Landed in Boston around noon. Took an Uber to Tyler’s apartment. Did the following:
4/30/21 – Walked about eleven miles or so. Visited/walked thru:
Watch the first two episodes of the Netflix documentary about the Gardner Museum robbery.
5/01/21 – Met Tyler and headed-out for another ten miles or so of walking. Visited:
Watched the last two episodes of the Netflix documentary about the robbery.
5/02/21 – Met Tyler for lunch at Flour Bakery + Cafe (good cauliflower sandwich and avocado toast). Uneventful trip home.
Wanted to find out a bit about style, since we have been working on the house a bit.
The book was good to learn a bit of the basics. It was an interesting read too. The author included some really revealing pieces of her own life that really added to the reading experience. I can see why the book and blog are popular.
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
I know I am but summer to your heart, And not the full four seasons of the year; And you must welcome from another part Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear. No gracious weight of golden fruits to sell Have I, nor any wise and wintry thing; And I have loved you all too long and well To carry still the high sweet breast of Spring. Wherefore I say: O love, as summer goes, I must be gone, steal forth with silent drums, That you may hail anew the bird and rose When I come back to you, as summer comes. Else will you seek, at some not distant time, Even your summer in another clime.
First say to yourself what you would be; and then do what you have to do. – Epictetus
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Here is a wound that never will heal, I know, Being wrought not of a dearness and a death, But of a love turned ashes and the breath Gone out of beauty; never again will grow The grass on that scarred acre, though I sow Young seed there yearly and the sky bequeath Its friendly weathers down, far Underneath Shall be such bitterness of an old woe. That April should be shattered by a gust, That August should be levelled by a rain, I can endure, and that the lifted dust Of man should settle to the earth again; But that a dream can die, will be a thrust Between my ribs forever of hot pain.
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Hearing your words, and not a word among them Tuned to my liking, on a salty day When inland woods were pushed by winds that flung them Hissing to leeward like a ton of spray, I thought how off Matinicus the tide Came pounding in, came running through the Gut, While from the Rock the warning whistle cried, And children whimpered, and the doors blew shut; There in the autumn when the men go forth, With slapping skirts the island women stand In gardens stripped and scattered, peering north, With dahlia tubers dripping from the hand: The wind of their endurance, driving south, Flattened your words against your speaking mouth.
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Was it for this I uttered prayers, And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs, That now, domestic as a plate, I should retire at half-past eight?
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
I know what my heart is like Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little pool Left there by the tide, A little tepid pool, Drying inward from the edge.
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Boys and girls that held her dear, Do your weeping now; All you loved of her lies here. Brought to earth the arrogant brow, And the withering tongue Chastened; do your weeping now. Sing whatever songs are sung, Wind whatever wreath, For a playmate perished young, For a spirit spent in death. Boys and girls that held her dear, All you loved of her lies here.
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
It's little I care what path I take, And where it leads it's little I care; But out of this house, lest my heart break, I must go, and off somewhere. It's little I know what's in my heart, What's in my mind it's little I know, But there's that in me must up and start, And it's little I care where my feet go. I wish I could walk for a day and a night, And find me at dawn in a desolate place With never the rut of a road in sight, Nor the roof of a house, nor the eyes of a face. I wish I could walk till my blood should spout, And drop me, never to stir again, On a shore that is wide, for the tide is out, And the weedy rocks are bare to the rain. But dump or dock, where the path I take Brings up, it's little enough I care; And it's little I'd mind the fuss they'll make, Huddled dead in a ditch somewhere. "Is something the matter, dear," she said, "That you sit at your work so silently?" "No, mother, no, 'twas a knot in my thread. There goes the kettle, I'll make the tea."
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Cold wind of autumn, blowing loud At dawn, a fortnight overdue, Jostling the doors, and tearing through My bedroom to rejoin the cloud, I know—for I can hear the hiss And scrape of leaves along the floor— How may boughs, lashed bare by this, Will rake the cluttered sky once more. Tardy, and somewhat south of east, The sun will rise at length, made known More by the meagre light increased Than by a disk in splendour shown; When, having but to turn my head, Through the stripped maple I shall see, Bleak and remembered, patched with red, The hill all summer hid from me.
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
I thought, as I wiped my eyes on the corner of my apron: Penelope did this too. And more than once: you can't keep weaving all day And undoing it all through the night; Your arms get tired, and the back of your neck gets tight; And along towards morning, when you think it will never be light, And your husband has been gone, and you don't know where, for years. Suddenly you burst into tears; There is simply nothing else to do. And I thought, as I wiped my eyes on the corner of my apron: This is an ancient gesture, authentic, antique, In the very best tradition, classic, Greek; Ulysses did this too. But only as a gesture,—a gesture which implied To the assembled throng that he was much too moved to speak. He learned it from Penelope… Penelope, who really cried.
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
My heart is what it was before A house where people come and go, But it is winter with your love: The sashes are beset with snow. I light the lamp and lay the cloth, I blow the coals to blaze again, But it is winter with your love: The frost is thick upon the pane. I know a winter when it comes: The leaves are listless on the boughs. I watched your love a little while, And brought my plants into the house. I water them and turn them south, And snap the dead brown from the stem, But it is winter with your love: I only tend and water them. There was a time I stood and watched The small, ill-natured sparrows' fray; I loved the beggar that I fed, I cared for what he had to say, I stood and watched him out of sight; Today I reach around the door And set the bowl upon the step. My heart is what it was before, But it is winter with your love: I scatter crumbs upon the sill, And close the window—and the birds May take or leave them, as they will.
The effect of power and publicity on all men is the aggravation of self, a sort of tumor that ends by killing the victim’s sympathies; a diseased appetite, like a passion for drink or perverted tastes; one can scarcely use expressions too strong to describe the violence of egotism it stimulates; and Thurlow Weed was one of the exceptions; a rare immune. – Henry Adams
by Percy Shelly
Rough wind, that moanest loud Grief too sad for song; Wild wind, when sullen cloud Knells all the night long; Sad storm whose tears are vain, Bare woods, whose branches strain, Deep caves and dreary main,-- Wail, for the world’s wrong!
by Seamus Heaney
Human beings suffer They torture one another, They get hurt and get hard. No poem or play or song Can fully right a wrong Inflicted and endured. The innocent in gaols Beat on their bars together. A hunger-striker’s father Stands in the graveyard dumb. The police widow in veils Faints at the funeral home. History says, Don’t hope On this side of the grave… But then, once in a lifetime The longed-for tidal wave Of justice can rise up, And hope and history rhyme. So hope for a great sea-change On the far side of revenge. Believe that a further shore Is reachable from here. Believe in miracles And cures and healing wells. Call miracle self-healing: The utter, self-revealing Double-take of feeling. If there’s fire on the mountain Or lightning and storm And a god speaks from the sky. That means someone is hearing The outcry and the birth-cry Of new life at its term. It means once in a lifetime That justice can rise up And hope and history rhyme.
by David McCullough
I’ve always found McCullough’s books entertaining. I found this one pretty boring. Repetitive and way overlong. Should have half the length. Fire the editor.
The premise of the book was unique. A history of the many Americans that went to Paris to study – or in some cases just party – during it’s heyday as the world’s capital of knowledge and art.
[A schoolmaster is] a man hired to tell lies to little boys. – Henry Adams
Politics, as a practice, whatever its professions, had always been the systematic organization of hatreds – Henry Adams
This was my favorite series perhaps ever. Quirky, funny, occasionally profound. Great combo.
He’s basically an essayist with a camera. A very, very lowbrow very poor man’s Thoreau.
A more than decent British series about a couple breaking up due, mostly, to infidelity. Billie Piper stars, apparently a big name in England.
by Wille May and John Shea
The book is a (very) extended interview between May and the author, which a lot of historical information included. May’s story is makes for good reading, although I thought the book was too long and repeative.
Some of the more interesting things I learned.
Each chapter started with a quote from Mays. Many a memorable, common-sense advice.
Be open to learning from your parents and understanding where they’re coming from. They can help you if you let them.
Have fun with everything you do. Be comfortable. No need to act like you’re somebody else. Be yourself. That’s good enough.
Life takes you many places. Make the best of any situation. Complaining doesn’t help. You’ve gotta adjust and make it work for you.
Push to get the most out of your ability in whatever you do and feel good about yourself for getting the job done every day.
If you give your best effort, don’t get down on yourself if things don’t work out. Be happy with yourself and move on.
I had my own advanced stats. I learned hitter’s tendencies and memorized their strengths and weaknesses, which put me in the right position to succeed…
.302 lifetime average. 3,283 hits. 660 home runs. 1,903 RBIs. 338 stolen bases. 156.4 WAR.
by Evan Osnos
Good book, based on a series of articles Osnos wrote for the New Yorker. This portrait, like the several others I’ve read, give me a little hope for America. Biden is a decent, hard working person. We need many, many more like that.
by Jules Witcover
I already liked Biden. Small town kid, middle-class, family man, friend to those in need. What’s not to like? After reading this book, I like him even more. A man also of major accomplishments, intellectual power, and a tremendous work ethic. What’s not to like? Even less now that I’ve learned more about him. (Ok, he could be a little cooler. I’ll bet his taste in music is pretty bland.)
by Joe Biden
Interesting book about Biden’s years as VP, and the trials he faced during his son’s illness.
by Scott Petterson
The British make the best TV shows, no contest. This one is really excellent, off-the-wall. The teenage couple that star in the series are absolutely terrific. Based on a comic book series by Charles Folsom.
by Emily Dickenson
I taste a liquor never brewed - From tankards scooped in Pearl - Not all the vats upon the Rhine Yield such an Alcohol! Inebriate of air - am I - And Debauchee of Dew - Reeling - thro' endless summer days - From inns of molten Blue - When "Landlords" turn the drunken Bee Out of the Foxglove's door - When butterflies renounce their "drams" - I shall but drink the more! Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats - And Saints to windows run - To see the little Tippler Leaning against the - Sun!
http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/english/melani/cs6/liquor.html
by Hooman Majd
from the Oct 2020 Dahliagram
Back to tubers. Dividing clumps is
scary for many new growers. Those
uncertain whether they will recognize
where to find the eyes on the crown can cut
off the tops of the plants a few days before
digging. The eyes will emerge after one
cuts the tops of the plants, so it is easier to
divide the clumps at this time. I strongly
recommend cutting off tops and digging
only as many plants as you expect to be
able to wash, divide, and mark in one day.
As the tubers dry, the eyes start
disappearing, and the tubers become very
hard – difficult to divide.
by Christopher de Bellaigue
A personal account of living in Iran post-revolution. With a bit of history thrown in.
I have mixed feelings about this book. It’s not for a person unfamiliar with Iranian history. I do like the approach, a mixture of personal experience and history. However, I found a good bit of the descriptions of his experience overly long and just not that interesting.
by Louise Gluck
Remember that time you made the wish? I make a lot of wishes. The time I lied to you about the butterfly. I always wondered what you wished for. What do you think I wished for? I don't know. That I'd come back, that we'd somehow be together in the end. I wished for what I always wish for. I wished for another poem.
by Con Coughlin
The author, instead of getting to deep into the details of Khomeini’s life, included a lot of information on what was going on in Iran during his life, which made the book much more interesting. Kudos.
by Randy Pausch
Pausch was a computer science professor who contracted pancreatic cancer. He decided to do one final lecture, primarily aimed to teach his children some life lessons.
Pausch was a brave man with some interesting insights. It was a bit too uplifting for my tastes.
We took a family trip to Wintergreen, close to Charlottesville, Virginia. Rented a fairly large five bedroom home at the top of the mountain. The main purpose was to share some family time. Mission accomplished.
We took a few hiking trips. A short hike within Wintergreen, the Shamokin Springs Trail. Nice little waterfall at the end. We also went to Crabtree Falls and Humpback Rocks, both a short drive away. Both worthwhile. Crabtree Falls was especially nice, one of the largest waterfalls east of the Mississippi.
We played tennis a few times. Nice. The kids played golf.
A few lessons learned.
If you’re going through hell, keep going. – Winston Churchill
It’s one-on-one out there, man. There ain’t no hiding. I can’t pass the ball. – Pete Sampras
by Robert Frost
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
Write, for instance: “The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance.”
The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don’t have her. To feel that I’ve lost her.
To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.
What does it matter that my love couldn’t keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.
That’s all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.
As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.
The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.
I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.
Someone else’s. She will be someone else’s. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.
Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.
Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.
Don’t be pushed by your problems. Be led by your dreams. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
Never had so few lost so much so stupidly and so fast. – Dean Acheson
by Stephen Kinzer
A history of the 1953 U.S. led coup in Iran.
by Kermit Roosevelt
This book, about the 1953 coup in Iran that toppled Mossadegh, gets a lot of criticism for over-emphasizing the American involvement and also playing fast-and-loose with the facts.
That may be, I can’t judge, but I can say it’s a really good read. Roosevelt, Teddy Roosevelt’s grandson, could write.
by Donald Worster
A biography of the environmentalist extraordinaire, John Muir. Good book, nicely paced, it gets a bit slow towards the end, but I guess to be expected since Muir’s life wasn’t as exciting.
by James Dickey
Off Highway 106
At Cherrylog Road I entered
The ’34 Ford without wheels,
Smothered in kudzu,
With a seat pulled out to run
Corn whiskey down from the hills,
And then from the other side
Crept into an Essex
With a rumble seat of red leather
And then out again, aboard
A blue Chevrolet, releasing
The rust from its other color,
Reared up on three building blocks.
None had the same body heat;
I changed with them inward, toward
The weedy heart of the junkyard,
For I knew that Doris Holbrook
Would escape from her father at noon
And would come from the farm
To seek parts owned by the sun
Among the abandoned chassis,
Sitting in each in turn
As I did, leaning forward
As in a wild stock-car race
In the parking lot of the dead.
Time after time, I climbed in
And out the other side, like
An envoy or movie star
Met at the station by crickets.
A radiator cap raised its head,
Become a real toad or a kingsnake
As I neared the hub of the yard,
Passing through many states,
Many lives, to reach
Some grandmother’s long Pierce-Arrow
Sending platters of blindness forth
From its nickel hubcaps
And spilling its tender upholstery
On sleepy roaches,
The glass panel in between
Lady and colored driver
Not all the way broken out,
The back-seat phone
Still on its hook.
I got in as though to exclaim,
“Let us go to the orphan asylum,
John; I have some old toys
For children who say their prayers.”
I popped with sweat as I thought
I heard Doris Holbrook scrape
Like a mouse in the southern-state sun
That was eating the paint in blisters
From a hundred car tops and hoods.
She was tapping like code,
Loosening the screws,
Carrying off headlights,
Sparkplugs, bumpers,
Cracked mirrors and gear-knobs,
Getting ready, already,
To go back with something to show
Other than her lips’ new trembling
I would hold to me soon, soon,
Where I sat in the ripped back seat
Talking over the interphone,
Praying for Doris Holbrook
To come from her father’s farm
And to get back there
With no trace of me on her face
To be seen by her red-haired father
Who would change, in the squalling barn,
Her back’s pale skin with a strop,
Then lay for me
In a bootlegger’s roasting car
With a string-triggered I2-gauge shotgun
To blast the breath from the air.
Not cut by the jagged windshields,
Through the acres of wrecks she came
With a wrench in her hand,
Through dust where the blacksnake dies
Of boredom, and the beetle knows
The compost has no more life.
Someone outside would have seen
The oldest car’s door inexplicably
Close from within:
I held her and held her and held her,
Convoyed at terrific speed
By the stalled, dreaming traffic around us,
So the blacksnake, stiff
With inaction, curved back
Into life, and hunted the mouse
With deadly overexcitement,
The beetles reclaimed their field
As we clung, glued together,
With the hooks of the seat springs
Working through to catch us red-handed
Amidst the gray breathless batting
That burst from the seat at our backs.
We left by separate doors
Into the changed, other bodies
Of cars, she down Cherrylog Road
And I to my motorcycle
Parked like the soul of the junkyard
Restored, a bicycle fleshed
With power, and tore off
Up Highway 106, continually
Drunk on the wind in my mouth,
Wringing the handlebar for speed,
Wild to be wreckage forever.
Some helpful (?) tips I want to remember from the newsletter.
I ordered Milstop Fungicide, a new organic approved treatment for powdery mildew that is supposed to be extremely effective. (Seed World had the best price I could find.)
by James Dickey
Japan invades. Far Eastern vines Run from the clay banks they are Supposed to keep from eroding Up telephone poles Which rear, half out of leafage As though they would shriek Like things smothered by their own Green, mindless, unkillable ghosts In Georgia, the legend says That you must close your windows At night to keep it out of the house The glass is tinged with green, even so As the tendrils crawl over the fields The night the kudzu has Your pasture, you sleep like the dead Silence has grown Oriental And you cannot step upon ground: Your leg plunges somewhere It should not, it never should be Disappears, and waits to be struck Anywhere between sole and kneecap: For when the kudzu comes The snakes do, and weave themselves Among its lengthening vines Their spade heads resting on leaves Growing also, in earthly power And the huge circumstance of concealment One by one the cows stumble in Drooling a hot green froth And die, seeing the wood of their stalls Strain to break into leaf In your closed house, with the vine Tapping your window like lightning You remember what tactics to use In the wrong yellow fog-light of dawn You herd them in, the hogs Head down in their hairy fat The meaty troops, to the pasture The leaves of the kudzu quake With the serpents' fear, inside The meadow ringed with men Holding sticks, on the country roads The hogs disappear in the leaves The sound is intense, subhuman Nearly human with purposive rage There is no terror Sound from the snakes No one can see the desperate, futile Striking under the leaf heads Now and then, the flash of a long Living vine, a cold belly Leaps up, torn apart, then falls Under the tussling surface You have won, and wait for frost When, at the merest touch Of cold, the kudzu turns Black, withers inward and dies Leaving a mass of brown strings Like the wires of a gigantic switchboard You open your windows With the lightning restored to the sky And no leaves rising to bury You alive inside your frail house And you think, in the opened cold Of the surface of things and its terrors And of the mistaken, mortal Arrogance of the snakes As the vines, growing insanely, sent Great powers into their bodies And the freedom to strike without warning: From them, though they killed Your cattle, such energy also flowed To you from the knee-high meadow (It was as though you had A green sword twined among The veins of your growing right arm-- Such strength as you would not believe If you stood alone in a proper Shaved field among your safe cows--): Came in through your closed Leafy windows and almighty sleep And prospered, till rooted out
https://www.smithsonianmag.com/science-nature/true-story-kudzu-vine-ate-south-180956325/
https://www.enotes.com/topics/james-dickey/critical-essays/dickey-james-vol-15
by Pablo Neruda
I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
by Sylvia Plath
Mother, mother, what illbred aunt Or what disfigured and unsightly Cousin did you so unwisely keep Unasked to my christening, that she Sent these ladies in her stead With heads like darning-eggs to nod And nod and nod at foot and head And at the left side of my crib? Mother, who made to order stories Of Mixie Blackshort the heroic bear, Mother, whose witches always, always, Got baked into gingerbread, I wonder Whether you saw them, whether you said Words to rid me of those three ladies Nodding by night around my bed, Mouthless, eyeless, with stitched bald head. In the hurricane, when father’s twelve Study windows bellied in Like bubbles about to break, you fed My brother and me cookies and Ovaltine And helped the two of us to choir: “Thor is angry: boom boom boom! Thor is angry: we don’t care!” But those ladies broke the panes. When on tiptoe the schoolgirls danced, Blinking flashlights like fireflies And singing the glowworm song, I could Not lift a foot in the twinkle-dress But, heavy-footed, stood aside In the shadow cast by my dismal-headed Godmothers, and you cried and cried: And the shadow stretched, the lights went out. Mother, you sent me to piano lessons And praised my arabesques and trills Although each teacher found my touch Oddly wooden in spite of scales And the hours of practicing, my ear Tone-deaf and yes, unteachable. I learned, I learned, I learned elsewhere, From muses unhired by you, dear mother, I woke one day to see you, mother, Floating above me in bluest air On a green balloon bright with a million Flowers and bluebirds that never were Never, never, found anywhere. But the little planet bobbed away Like a soap-bubble as you called: Come here! And I faced my traveling companions. Day now, night now, at head, side, feet, They stand their vigil in gowns of stone, Faces blank as the day I was born, Their shadows long in the setting sun That never brightens or goes down. And this is the kingdom you bore me to, Mother, mother. But no frown of mine Will betray the company I keep.
I was stretched out on the couch, about to doze off, when I imagined a small figure asleep on a couch identical to mine. “Wake up, little man, wake up,” I cried. “The one you’re waiting for is rising from the sea, wrapped in spume, and soon will come ashore. Beneath her feet the melancholy garden will turn bright green and the breezes will be light as babies’ breath. Wake up, before this creature of the deep is gone and everything goes blank as sleep.” How hard I try to wake the little man, how hard he sleeps. And the one who rose from the sea, her moment gone, how hard she has become—how hard those burning eyes, that burning hair.
By Mark Strand
By Mark Strand
Not every man knows what he shall sing at the end,
Watching the pier as the ship sails away, or what it will seem like
When he’s held by the sea’s roar, motionless, there at the end,
Or what he shall hope for once it is clear that he’ll never go back.
When the time has passed to prune the rose or caress the cat,
When the sunset torching the lawn and the full moon icing it down
No longer appear, not every man knows what he’ll discover instead.
When the weight of the past leans against nothing, and the sky
Is no more than remembered light, and the stories of cirrus
And cumulus come to a close, and all the birds are suspended in flight,
Not every man knows what is waiting for him, or what he shall sing
When the ship he is on slips into darkness, there at the end.
By E.B. White
The spider, dropping down from twig, Unwinds a thread of her devising: A thin, premeditated rig To use in rising. And all the journey down through space, In cool descent, and loyal-hearted, She builds a ladder to the place From which she started. Thus I, gone forth, as spiders do, In spider’s web a truth discerning, Attach one silken strand to you For my returning
By E.B. White
The time for little words is past; We now speak only the broad impertinences. I take your hand Merely to help you cross the street (We are such friends), Choosing the long and formal phrase Deliberately. At dinner we discuss, rather intelligently, The things one should discuss at dinner. So. How well we are in tune -- how easy Every phrase! The long words come, fondling the ear, Flattering the mind they come. Long words Enjoy the patronage of noble minds, The circumspection of this sanity. How much is gone! How much went When the little words went: peace, Sandwiched in the space between madness and madness; The quick exchange of every bright moment; The animal alertness to the other’s heart; The reality of nearness. Those things went With the words. Suppose I should forget, grow thoughtless -- What if the little words came back, Running in upon me, running back Like little children home from school? Suppose I spoke -- oh, I don’t know -- Some vagrant phrase out of the summer! What if I said: “I love you”? Something as simple And as easy to the tongue as that-- Something as true? I’m only talking. Give me your hand. We must by all means cross this street.
by John Keats
Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fring'd legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy? Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love! more happy, happy love! For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd, For ever panting, and for ever young; All breathing human passion far above, That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd, A burning forehead, and a parching tongue. Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest? What little town by river or sea shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return. O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know."
by John Donne
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery. Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
Finally got around to watching this classic. The director, William Friedkin, really keeps thing moving. Lost of action, lots of quick cuts, cursing, shooting etc. It’s always mentioned in any list of classic movies, and I can see why. Won Best Picture in 1971. I’d say Friedkin really deserves most of the credit for the movie’s quality, since it’s pretty much a standard good guys/bad guys thing. The pacing, realism really make it. He also made the Exorcist.
A Japanese documentary about the 1964 Olympics. The review I read called it “poetic.” True dat.
by William Wordsworth
There is a change–and I am poor;
Your love hath been, nor long ago,
A fountain at my fond heart’s door,
Whose only business was to flow;
And flow it did; not taking heed
Of its own bounty, or my need.
What happy moments did I count!
Blest was I then all bliss above!
Now, for that consecrated fount
Of murmuring, sparkling, living love,
What have I? Shall I dare to tell?
A comfortless and hidden well.
A well of love–it may be deep–
I trust it is,–and never dry:
What matter? If the waters sleep
In silence and obscurity.
–Such change, and at the very door
Of my fond heart, hath made me poor
a slow thoughtful spontaneous poem
I am 32 years old
and finally I look my age, if not more.
Is it a good face what’s no more a boy’s face?
It seems fatter. And my hair,
it’s stopped being curly. Is my nose big?
The lips are the same.
And the eyes, ah the eyes get better all the time.
32 and no wife, no baby; no baby hurts,
but there’s lots of time.
I don’t act silly any more.
And because of it I have to hear from so-called friends:
“You’ve changed. You used to be so crazy so great.”
They are not comfortable with me when I’m serious.
Let them go to the Radio City Music Hall.
32; saw all of Europe, met millions of people;
was great for some, terrible for others.
I remember my 31st year when I cried:
“To think I may have to go another 31 years!”
I don’t feel that way this birthday.
I feel I want to be wise with white hair in a tall library
in a deep chair by a fireplace.
Another year in which I stole nothing.
8 years now and haven’t stole a thing!
I stopped stealing!
But I still lie at times,
and still am shameless yet ashamed when it comes
to asking for money.
32 years old and four hard real funny sad bad wonderful
books of poetry
—the world owes me a million dollars.
I think I had a pretty weird 32 years.
And it weren’t up to me, none of it.
No choice of two roads; if there were,
I don’t doubt I’d have chosen both.
I like to think chance had it I play the bell.
The clue, perhaps, is in my unabashed declaration:
“I’m good example there’s such a thing as called soul.”
I love poetry because it makes me love
and presents me life.
And of all the fires that die in me,
there’s one burns like the sun;
it might not make day my personal life,
my association with people,
or my behavior toward society,
but it does tell me my soul has a shadow.
The seem to be growing much slower this year. It’s now well into July, and they are just now starting to bloom steadily. I got them in the ground a bit later than usual, but I don’t that that explains it all.
The picture below show the current height, which I’m pretty sure is way shorter than previous years. For the first time, the potted plants seem to be doing better than the ones in the yard. That makes me think the soil is the issue. I’ll compost for next year.
by Chelsea Handler
A kind of trashy autobiography written by the comedian Chelsea Handler. I want to read more about the Enneagram, the psychological test she said helped her understand herself better.
A list of articles that I found exceptionally interesting, and that I might want to come back to at some point. (latest articles are at top of the list.)
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2025/04/14/the-brazilian-judge-taking-on-the-digital-far-right
https://www.washingtonpost.com/obituaries/2024/04/12/trina-robbins-dead
https://www.washingtonpost.com/obituaries/2024/05/03/daniel-kramer-dead-bob-dylan
https://www.washingtonpost.com/obituaries/2024/05/01/paul-auster-novelist-writer-dies
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/letter-from-mexico
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2024/03/04/inside-north-koreas-forced-labor-program-in-china
https://www.washingtonpost.com/food/2024/02/14/pop-tarts-appreciation-bill-post-inventor-death/
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2024/01/29/the-twins-obsession
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2023/01/01/has-gratuity-culture-reached-a-tipping-point
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2023/10/09/alliance-defending-freedoms-legal-crusade
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2023/10/30/jim-jordans-conspiratorial-quest-for-power
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2023/10/16/trial-by-combat
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2023/08/07/how-an-amateur-diver-became-a-true-crime-sensation
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2023/08/21/the-hidden-cost-of-free-returns
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2023/08/21/when-trucks-fly
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2023/07/03/book-reviews-plastic-waste
Created the idea of mutual funds.
https://www.washingtonpost.com/obituaries/2023/06/28/harry-markowitz-nobel-economist-dies/
The trials of Ed Sheeran. Sued for copyright. Article by John Seabrook.
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2023/06/05/ed-sheeran-copyright-infringement-lawsuit-marvin-gaye
Alice Sebold’s case of mistaken identity.
I.S.L.T.
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/letter-from-north-carolina
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2023/06/05/ed-sheeran-copyright-infringement-lawsuit-marvin-gaye
Book review of “The Individualists” – which is about liberationism, Austrian economics, Rand, etc.
Article about the losing effort to stop animal poaching.
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2023/05/22/earth-league-international-hunts-the-hunters
Newton Minow, coined term “vast wasteland” – FCC chairman.
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2012/03/19/tax-me-if-you-can
“Warren Buffet rule….
https://www.washingtonpost.com/obituaries/2023/04/25/harry-belafonte-singer-dies/
History of J. Crew
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2023/03/27/j-crew-and-the-paradoxes-of-prep
the affects of adoption.
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2023/04/10/living-in-adoptions-emotional-aftermath
Organization building.
https://www.washingtonpost.com/sports/2023/04/14/mike-brown-sacramento-kings/
Elephants can play the drums.
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2023/04/03/david-sulzer-profile-neuroscience-music
Private investigator hired by UAE destroys man’s billion dollar business.
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2023/04/03/the-dirty-secrets-of-a-smear-campaign
Good discussion of what “Christian Nationalism” really means.
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2023/04/03/how-christian-is-christian-nationalism
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2023/01/16/can-ups-still-deliver-a-middle-class-life
https://www.washingtonpost.com/obituaries/2023/01/12/thomas-hughes-vietnam-war-dead/
https://www.washingtonpost.com/obituaries/2023/01/10/adolfo-kaminsky-holocaust-forgery-dead/
https://www.washingtonpost.com/obituaries/2023/01/10/adolfo-kaminsky-holocaust-forgery-dead/
https://www.washingtonpost.com/obituaries/2022/12/05/tennis-coach-nick-bollettieri-dead/
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2022/11/21/the-beautiful-brutal-world-of-bonsai
David Remnick on Bob….
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2022/10/31/a-unified-field-theory-of-bob-dylan
New Yorker Rodger Federer article
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2010/06/28/anxiety-on-the-grass
Meaning of Memory
alito
why facts don’t change our minds
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2017/02/27/why-facts-dont-change-our-minds
https://www.washingtonpost.com/obituaries/2022/08/30/mikhail-gorbachev-soviet-leader-dies/
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2022/08/22/my-dad-and-kurt-cobain
https://www.washingtonpost.com/obituaries/2022/07/29/edward-feiner-federal-buildings-architect/
https://www.washingtonpost.com/obituaries/2022/07/18/artist-claes-oldenburg-dead/
https://www.washingtonpost.com/obituaries/2022/07/02/woodstock-designer-arnold-skolnick-dies/
https://www.washingtonpost.com/obituaries/2022/06/29/big-eyes-artist-margaret-keane-dead/
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https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2022/06/20/yoko-onos-art-of-defiance
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2022/06/06/the-la-county-sheriffs-deputy-gang-crisis
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2022/06/13/the-surreal-case-of-a-cia-hackers-revenge
Renewable energy
https://www.washingtonpost.com/magazine/2022/05/10/hunter-thompson-campaign-coverage/
https://www.washingtonpost.com/lifestyle/2022/05/06/bob-dylan-museum-tulsa/
by Ron Padgett
We don’t look as young as we used to except in the dim light especially in the soft warmth of candlelight when we say in all sincerity You’re so cute and You’re my cutie. Imagine two old people behaving like this. It’s enough to make you happy.
by Ron Padgett
A documentary about the life of Peter Norman, an Australian runner who won a silver medal in the 1968 Olympics. Americans John Carlos and Tommie Smith, the other two medalists in Norman’s race, raised their hands in a black-power fist during the awards ceremony, setting off a tremendous world-wide ruckus.
On the medal stand, Norman wore a Human Rights packet to show his support for the cause of Carlos and Smith. For his efforts, his life was turned upside down. The highly racist and vindictive Australian officials basically banned Norman from the 1972 games.
The movie seemed pretty low-budget, but definitely worth a watch.
Indie director Lynn Shelton died recently. I hadn’t heard of her, thought I should checkout her films.
The plot of this movie is a man getting out of prison and trying to get back to his life. He was young when he was sent to prison, and when he gets out, he rides his bike around town, same bike he must had when he was a child. It’s an effective image.
He wants to start a relationship with the woman who helped him get out of prison, his old high school teacher. Instead, he ends up getting in a platonic relationship with her daughter.
I liked movie a lot. I thought both the acting and the writing were high quality. It was an interesting idea.
By Susan Olds
The ambulance men touched her cold
body, lifted it, heavy as iron,
onto the stretcher, tried to close the
mouth, closed the eyes, tied the
arms to the sides, moved a caught
strand of hair, as if it mattered,
saw the shape of her breasts, flattened by
gravity, under the sheet
carried her, as if it were she,
down the steps.
These men were never the same. They went out
afterwards, as they always did,
for a drink or two, but they could not meet
each other’s eyes.
Their lives took
a turn-one had nightmares, strange
pains, impotence, depression. One did not
like his work, his wife looked
different, his kids. Even death
seemed different to him-a place where she
would be waiting,
and one found himself standing at night
in the doorway to a room of sleep, listening to a
woman breathing, just an ordinary
woman
breathing.
by Sharon Olds
A week after my father died suddenly I understood his fondness for me was safe – nothing could touch it. In that last year, his face would sometimes brighten when I would enter the room, and his wife said that once, when he was half asleep, he smiled when she said my name. He respected my spunk – when they tied me to the chair, that time they were tying up someone he respected, and when he did not speak, for weeks, I was one of the beings to whom he was not speaking, someone with a place in his life. The last week he even said it, once, by mistake. I walked into his room ‘How are you’ and he said ‘I love you too.’ From then on, I had that word to lose. Right up to the last moment, I could make some mistake, offend him, and with one of his old mouths of disgust he could re-skew my life. I did not think of it much, I was helping to take care of him, wiping his face and watching him. But then, a while after he died, I suddenly thought, with amazement, he will always love me now, and I laughed – he was dead, dead!
I potted the plant in mid-April this year. The vast majority sprouted. About six did not.
We had an unusually cold spring. I had to bring the inside the garage about five times. The last time was on (or about) May 12th. !
I bought one new one this year from Breck’s. Purple. Kenora Macob. We’ll see how it does. It sprouted quickly, good sign.
by Allen Gingsberg
Cool black night thru redwoods cars parked outside in shade behind the gate, stars dim above the ravine, a fire burning by the side porch and a few tired souls hunched over in black leather jackets. In the huge wooden house, a yellow chandelier at 3 A.M. the blast of loudspeakers hi-fi Rolling Stones Ray Charles Beatles Jumping Joe Jackson and twenty youths dancing to the vibration thru the floor, a little weed in the bathroom, girls in scarlet tights, one muscular smooth skinned man sweating dancing for hours, beer cans bent littering the yard, a hanged man sculpture dangling from a high creek branch, children sleeping softly in their bedroom bunks. And 4 police cars parked outside the painted gate, red lights revolving in the leaves.
by Allen Ginsberg
I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern Pacific locomotive to look at the sunset over the box house hills and cry. Jack Kerouac sat beside me on a busted rusty iron pole, companion, we thought the same thoughts of the soul, bleak and blue and sad-eyed, surrounded by the gnarled steel roots of trees of machinery. The oily water on the river mirrored the red sky, sun sank on top of final Frisco peaks, no fish in that stream, no hermit in those mounts, just ourselves rheumy-eyed and hung-over like old bums on the riverbank, tired and wily. Look at the Sunflower, he said, there was a dead gray shadow against the sky, big as a man, sitting dry on top of a pile of ancient sawdust——I rushed up enchanted—it was my first sunflower, memories of Blake—my visions—Harlem and Hells of the Eastern rivers, bridges clanking Joes Greasy Sandwiches, dead baby carriages, black treadless tires forgotten and unretreaded, the poem of the riverbank, condoms & pots, steel knives, nothing stainless, only the dank muck and the razor-sharp artifacts passing into the past— and the gray Sunflower poised against the sunset, crackly bleak and dusty with the smut and smog and smoke of olden locomotives in its eye— corolla of bleary spikes pushed down and broken like a battered crown, seeds fallen out of its face, soon-to-be-toothless mouth of sunny air, sunrays obliterated on its hairy head like a dried wire spiderweb, leaves stuck out like arms out of the stem, gestures from the sawdust root, broke pieces of plaster fallen out of the black twigs, a dead fly in its ear, Unholy battered old thing you were, my sunflower O my soul, I loved you then! The grime was no man’s grime but death and human locomotives, all that dress of dust, that veil of darkened railroad skin, that smog of cheek, that eyelid of black mis’ry, that sooty hand or phallus or protuberance of artificial worse-than-dirt—industrial—modern—all that civilization spotting your crazy golden crown— and those blear thoughts of death and dusty loveless eyes and ends and withered roots below, in the home-pile of sand and sawdust, rubber dollar bills, skin of machinery, the guts and innards of the weeping coughing car, the empty lonely tincans with their rusty tongues alack, what more could I name, the smoked ashes of some cock cigar, the cunts of wheelbarrows and the milky breasts of cars, wornout asses out of chairs & sphincters of dynamos—all these entangled in your mummied roots—and you there standing before me in the sunset, all your glory in your form! A perfect beauty of a sunflower! a perfect excellent lovely sunflower existence! a sweet natural eye to the new hip moon, woke up alive and excited grasping in the sunset shadow sunrise golden monthly breeze! How many flies buzzed round you innocent of your grime, while you cursed the heavens of the railroad and your flower soul? Poor dead flower? when did you forget you were a flower? when did you look at your skin and decide you were an impotent dirty old locomotive? the ghost of a locomotive? the specter and shade of a once powerful mad American locomotive? You were never no locomotive, Sunflower, you were a sunflower! And you Locomotive, you are a locomotive, forget me not! So I grabbed up the skeleton thick sunflower and stuck it at my side like a scepter, and deliver my sermon to my soul, and Jack’s soul too, and anyone who’ll listen, —We’re not our skin of grime, we’re not dread bleak dusty imageless locomotives, we’re golden sunflowers inside, blessed by our own seed & hairy naked accomplishment-bodies growing into mad black formal sunflowers in the sunset, spied on by our own eyes under the shadow of the mad locomotive riverbank sunset Frisco hilly tincan evening sitdown vision. Berkeley, 1955
by Allen Ginsberg
America I've given you all and now I'm nothing. America two dollars and twentyseven cents January 17, 1956. I can't stand my own mind. America when will we end the human war? Go **** yourself with your atom bomb. I don't feel good don't bother me. I won't write my poem till I'm in my right mind. America when will you be angelic? When will you take off your clothes? When will you look at yourself through the grave? When will you be worthy of your million Trotskyites? America why are your libraries full of tears? America when will you send your eggs to India? I'm sick of your insane demands. When can I go into the supermarket and buy what I need with my good looks? America after all it is you and I who are perfect not the next world. Your machinery is too much for me. You made me want to be a saint. There must be some other way to settle this argument. Burroughs is in Tangiers I don't think he'll come back it's sinister. Are you being sinister or is this some form of practical joke? I'm trying to come to the point. I refuse to give up my obsession. America stop pushing I know what I'm doing. America the plum blossoms are falling. I haven't read the newspapers for months, everyday somebody goes on trial for murder. America I feel sentimental about the Wobblies. America I used to be a communist when I was a kid I'm not sorry. I smoke marijuana every chance I get. I sit in my house for days on end and stare at the roses in the closet. When I go to Chinatown I get drunk and never get laid. My mind is made up there's going to be trouble. You should have seen me reading Marx. My psychoanalyst thinks I'm perfectly right. I won't say the Lord's Prayer. I have mystical visions and cosmic vibrations. America I still haven't told you what you did to Uncle Max after he came over from Russia. I'm addressing you. Are you going to let your emotional life be run by Time Magazine? I'm obsessed by Time Magazine. I read it every week. Its cover stares at me every time I slink past the corner candystore. I read it in the basement of the Berkeley Public Library. It's always telling me about responsibility. Business- men are serious. Movie producers are serious. Everybody's serious but me. It occurs to me that I am America. I am talking to myself again. Asia is rising against me. I haven't got a chinaman's chance. I'd better consider my national resources. My national resources consist of two joints of marijuana millions of genitals an unpublishable private literature that goes 1400 miles an hour and twenty-five-thousand mental institutions. I say nothing about my prisons nor the millions of underprivileged who live in my flowerpots under the light of five hundred suns. I have abolished the ****houses of France, Tangiers is the next to go. My ambition is to be President despite the fact that I'm a Catholic. America how can I write a holy litany in your silly mood? I will continue like Henry Ford my strophes are as individual as his automobiles more so they're all different sexes. America I will sell you strophes $2500 apiece $500 down on your old strophe America free Tom Mooney America save the Spanish Loyalists America Sacco & Vanzetti must not die America I am the Scottsboro boys. America when I was seven momma took me to Com- munist Cell meetings they sold us garbanzos a handful per ticket a ticket costs a nickel and the speeches were free everybody was angelic and sentimental about the workers it was all so sin- cere you have no idea what a good thing the party was in 1835 Scott Nearing was a grand old man a real mensch Mother Bloor made me cry I once saw Israel Amter plain. Everybody must have been a spy. America you don't really want to go to war. America it's them bad Russians. Them Russians them Russians and them Chinamen. And them Russians. The Russia wants to eat us alive. The Russia's power mad. She wants to take our cars from out our garages. Her wants to grab Chicago. Her needs a Red Readers' Digest. Her wants our auto plants in Siberia. Him big bureaucracy running our fillingsta- tions. That no good. Ugh. Him make Indians learn read. Him need big black ****s. Hah. Her make us all work sixteen hours a day. Help. America this is quite serious. America this is the impression I get from looking in the television set. America is this correct? I'd better get right down to the job. It's true I don't want to join the Army or turn lathes in precision parts factories, I'm nearsighted and psychopathic anyway. America I'm putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.
by William Blake
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead. The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom. Prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by Incapacity. He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence. The cut worm forgives the plow. Dip him in the river who loves water. A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees. He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star. Eternity is in love with the productions of time. The busy bee has no time for sorrow. The hours of folly are measur'd by the clock, but of wisdom: no clock can measure. All wholsom food is caught without a net or a trap. Bring out number weight & measure in a year of dearth. No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings. A dead body, revenges not injuries. The most sublime act is to set another before you. If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise. Folly is the cloke of knavery. Shame is Prides cloke. Prisons are built with stones of Law, Brothels with bricks of Religion. The pride of the peacock is the glory of God. The lust of the goat is the bounty of God. The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God. The nakedness of woman is the work of God. Excess of sorrow laughs. Excess of joy weeps. The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea, and the destructive sword, are portions of eternity too great for the eye of man. The fox condemns the trap, not himself. Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth. Let man wear the fell of the lion, woman the fleece of the sheep. The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship. The selfish smiling fool, & the sullen frowning fool, shall be both thought wise, that they may be a rod. What is now proved was once only imagin'd. The rat, the mouse, the fox, the rabbit: watch the roots; the lion, the tyger, the horse, the elephant, watch the fruits. The cistern contains; the fountain overflows. One thought, fills immensity. Always be ready to speak your mind, and a base man will avoid you. Every thing possible to be believ'd is an image of truth. The eagle never lost so much time, as when he submitted to learn of the crow. The fox provides for himself, but God provides for the lion. Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night. He who has suffer'd you to impose on him knows you. As the plow follows words, so God rewards prayers. The tygers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction. Expect poison from the standing water. You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough. Listen to the fools reproach! it is a kingly title! The eyes of fire, the nostrils of air, the mouth of water, the beard of earth. The weak in courage is strong in cunning. The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow, nor the lion, the horse, how he shall take his prey. The thankful reciever bears a plentiful harvest. If others had not been foolish, we should be so. The soul of sweet delight, can never be defil'd. When thou seest an Eagle, thou seest a portion of Genius, lift up thy head! As the catterpiller chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on, so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys. To create a little flower is the labour of ages. Damn, braces: Bless relaxes. The best wine is the oldest, the best water the newest. Prayers plow not! Praises reap not! Joys laugh not! Sorrows weep not! The head Sublime, the heart Pathos, the genitals Beauty, the hands & feet Proportion. As the air to a bird or the sea to a fish, so is contempt to the contemptible. The crow wish'd every thing was black, the owl, that every thing was white. Exuberance is Beauty. If the lion was advised by the fox, he would be cunning. Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius. Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires. Where man is not nature is barren. Truth can never be told so as to be understood, and not be believ'd. Enough! or Too much! The ancient Poets animated all sensible objects with Gods or Geniuses, calling them by the names and adorning them with the properties of woods, rivers, mountains, lakes, cities, nations, and whatever their enlarged & numerous senses could percieve. And particularly they studied the genius of each city & country, placing it under its mental deity. Till a system was formed, which some took advantage of & enslav'd the vulgar by attempting to realize or abstract the mental deities from their objects; thus began Priesthood. Choosing forms of worship from poetic tales. And a length they pronounc'd that the Gods had order'd such things. Thus men forgot that All deities reside in the human breast.
by William Blake
A little black thing among the snow, Crying "weep! 'weep!" in notes of woe! "Where are thy father and mother? say?" "They are both gone up to the church to pray. Because I was happy upon the heath, And smil'd among the winter's snow, They clothed me in the clothes of death, And taught me to sing the notes of woe. And because I am happy and dance and sing, They think they have done me no injury, And are gone to praise God and his Priest and King, Who make up a heaven of our misery."
by Billy Collins
From the heart of this dark, evacuated campus I can hear the library humming in the night, a choir of authors murmuring inside their books along the unlit, alphabetical shelves, Giovanni Pontano next to Pope, Dumas next to his son, each one stitched into his own private coat, together forming a low, gigantic chord of language. I picture a figure in the act of reading, shoes on a desk, head tilted into the wind of a book, a man in two worlds, holding the rope of his tie as the suicide of lovers saturates a page, or lighting a cigarette in the middle of a theorem. He moves from paragraph to paragraph as if touring a house of endless, paneled rooms. I hear the voice of my mother reading to me from a chair facing the bed, books about horses and dogs, and inside her voice lie other distant sounds, the horrors of a stable ablaze in the night, a bark that is moving toward the brink of speech. I watch myself building bookshelves in college, walls within walls, as rain soaks New England, or standing in a bookstore in a trench coat. I see all of us reading ourselves away from ourselves, straining in circles of light to find more light until the line of words becomes a trail of crumbs that we follow across a page of fresh snow; when evening is shadowing the forest and small birds flutter down to consume the crumbs, we have to listen hard to hear the voices of the boy and his sister receding into the woods.
by Billy Collins
I ask them to take a poem and hold it up to the light like a color slide or press an ear against its hive. I say drop a mouse into a poem and watch him probe his way out, or walk inside the poem’s room and feel the walls for a light switch. I want them to waterski across the surface of a poem waving at the author’s name on the shore. But all they want to do is tie the poem to a chair with rope and torture a confession out of it. They begin beating it with a hose to find out what it really means.
Edited by David Gallen
Fun collection of articles written about some of baseball best old-time stars. Most written during the players career. Fun read.
by Muriel Sparks
Do you want to know why I am alive today? I will tell you. Early on, during the food-shortage, Some of us were miraculously presented Each with a goose that laid a golden egg. Myself, I killed the cackling thing and I ate it. Alas, many and many of the other recipients Died of gold-dust poisoning.
by Donald Hall
The world is everything that is the case.
Now stop your blubbering and wash your face.
by Carl Sandburg
Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo.
Shovel them under and let me work—
I am the grass; I cover all.
And pile them high at Gettysburg
And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun.
Shovel them under and let me work.
Two years, ten years, and the passengers ask the conductor:
What place is this?
Where are we now?
I am the grass.
Let me work.
The story of Dock Ellis, pitcher for the Pittsburgh Pirates. I remember him well from when I was a kid. The Pirates were my favorite team. I remember the names of most of the players mentioned.
Book was written by Donald Hall, Nobel Laureate poet, and big baseball fan too.
Great collection of essays by Truman Capote. I had read In Cold Blood and some other things, but his essays are really his best work. Great stylist.
Had lunch with Dylan in the Hampden neighborhood of Baltimore, filmmaker John Waters’ hangout. Ate lunch at Rocket to Venus, a John Waters’ favorite. Really good vegan place. Recommended.
Also stopped by Atomic Books, a very hip and cool bookstore.
We visited the Philadelphia Flower Show for the second time. The theme was “The Rivera”. An amazing show, as it was last year.
We also did some sightseeing. We visited the National Constitutional Center on Independence Mall. Very well done. Particularly enjoyed the live performance. Not crowded at all.
Ate all our meals at the Reading Terminal. Kamal’s Falafel shop is very good.
We took a walk down the Penn Landing, which took us through the Old Town area. Saw City Hall. Massive.
We also saw the Love sculptor, create by Robert Indiana.
Everything has its beauty but not everyone sees it. – Andy Warhol
They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself. – Andy Warhol
Don’t be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth. – Rumi
Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself. – Rumi
Went down to West Palm Beach to watch the World Champion Washington Nationals play a couple of spring training games. And also do some touristy things in the area. Good time all around.
Like all Terrentio movies, this one was both great and terrible at the same time. I’ll take it though. Not many lively movies these days. And great music.
I thought this movie was – at best – pretty good. At best. A great example of PC and rich guilt IMO.
by Emily Dickinson
Played tennis at the clinic. I really need to make some changes, but unfortunately, I don’t know what to change. I simply don’t try hard enough. Telling myself to try hard doesn’t work. So what do I do?
This might be something to think about.
6. You Settle for Less
Being content with what you have in life can be a good thing, but it can also lead to a lack of motivation. If you’re content and feel like you’ve settled in life, you aren’t going to be motivated to try new things. You believe you’ve gotten everything you can, so what would be the point of working for anything else?
If you want to improve your motivation, you need to realize you can have more in life. It’s good to be content with what you have, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be striving for something better.
I planted two Winterberry bushes in the backyard today. I really need to buy some dynamite to make holes back there. I literally have to get out an ax to cut through all the roots.
Winterberries are native to Minnesota but will grow here. They want partial shade, so they should be good in our backyard. The female is a Winter Red, the male a Southern Gentleman. Apparently these two are a good pair since the Gentleman blooms late.
Went to see Sam Mendes’ 1917 today. Overall, I’d say it was rather gripping. The “one-shot” camera working seemed to really put the viewer inside the movie, and the first hour or so was pretty intense.
On the other hand. The whole thing seemed a bit far-fetched. Why would the British send only two men on such an important mission? I know they said they would travel faster than a larger group, but why would they send several groups? Why wouldn’t they use the airplanes? The whole thing seemed highly implausible to me.
Republicans are men of narrow vision, who are afraid of the future. – Jimmy Carter
Too many of us now tend to worship self indulgence and consumption. – Jimmy Carter
Unless both sides win, no agreement can be permanent. – Jimmy Carter
When you have once seen the glow of happiness on the face of a beloved person, you know that a man can have no vocation but to awaken that light on the faces surrounding him. In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
― Albert Camus
Sometimes you just have to bite your upper lip and put sunglasses on.
― Bob Dylan
Money doesn’t talk, it swears. – Bob Dylan
Dylan, Yavar, and I went to Capital One to see the Capitals play the Nashville Predators. Lost 5-4. The Caps goaltender accidentally passed the puck to the other team, which resulted in a goal. Whoops.
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Nancy and I went to Falls Church Merrifield and bought some Winterberries for the Commons (I also got a couple of our yard).
Joyce and I planted them in the Commons.
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By Emily Dickinson
Saw the Shin Yun troupe at the George Mason Concert Hall. A somewhat strange mixture of Chinese traditional dance and religious cult propaganda. The group is banned in China. Part of the show focused on the repression of free expression in China, religious expression in particular. The dancing was entertaining and the show was educational.
by Emily Dickinson
by Emily Dickinson
The book consists of a series of excerpts from various works by Fred Rogers. I suppose it’s fair to say that Mr. Rogers was a bit cornball and simplistic. It’s certainly understandable why have many people, including me, didn’t pay a lot of attention to him.
But after seeing the recent movie, A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood, doing some reading about his life, and reading this book, I can see the value of Mr. Rogers. Actually, his thoughts on love and kindness are profound.
I have always called talking about feelings “important talk”. Knowing that feelings are natural and normal for all of us can make it easier for us to share them with one another. – Fred Rogers
The real issue in life is not how many blessings we have, but what we do with our blessings. Some people have many blessings and hoard them away. Some have few and give everything away. – Fred Rogers
If you could only sense how important you are to the lives of those you meet; how important you can be to the people you may never even dream of. There is something of yourself that you leave at every meeting with another person. – Fred Rogers
When you combine your own intuition with a sensitivity to other people’s feelings and moods, you may be close to the origins of valuable human attributes such as generosity, altruism, compassion, sympathy, and empathy. – Fred Rogers
I hope you’re proud of yourself for the times you said “yes,” when all it meant was extra work for you and was seemingly helpful only to somebody else. – Fred Rogers
What makes the difference between wishing and realizing our wishes question what lots of things, of course, but the main one, I think karma is whether we link our wishes to our act of work. It may take months or years, but it’s far more likely to happen when we care so much that we will work as hard as we can to make it happen. And when we are working towards the realization of our wishes, some of our greatest strengths come from the encouragement of people who care about us. – Fred Rogers
Listening is a very active awareness of the coming together of at least two lives. Listening, as far as I’m concerned, is certainly a prerequisite of love. One of the most essential ways of saying “I love you” is being a receptive listener. – Fred Rogers
I didn’t see any this year that I would call a great – or even very good. Below is a list of the ones I did see (that I remember), roughly in the order of “goodness”.
Written by the daughter of Kenny Shopsin, the founder of the famously quirky restaurant which carries his surname.
Written in a quirky style, with funky typography. Primarily short antidotes about her family and the restaurant. It starts off kind of slow but becomes a lot of fun about halfway through.
The title refers to her father’s philosophy. Nothing really matters, but dedicating oneself to something actually makes it matter. (I may be wildly mispresenting his thoughts.)
An analysis of the rise of Hilter. Many parallels to the rise of Trumpism, albeit on a much larger scale.
Really something of a boring book. Probably important for future historians, but too much detail for the average reader.
by Emily Dickinson
An autobiography of John Callahan, who was a well-known cartoonist. His work is pretty edgy, some would call it insensitive (I wouldn’t).
He was a raging alcoholic from an early age. He describes in harrowing detail – and humor – his journey through the hell of alcoholism, which ended up with his being in a terrible drunken car accident, which then led to his struggle with being a quadriplegic, and eventually salvation through cartooning.
Highly entertaining book.
Didn’t take notes on this one.
What a great, great man. His life is an inspiration.
Forough Farrokhzad was an Iranian poet.
The movie is credited for paving the way for the Iranian New Wave. The subject is a leper colony in Iran. Tragic. Her poetry accompanies the video. Very effective.
documentary on her life:
https://www.imvbox.com/watch-persian-movie-iranian-movies/sarde-sabz
Very beautiful movie, liked it a great deal. Plot a clear ripoff of Casablanca (and probably many other films). Doesn’t matter. The camera work is very fine. The director keeps it moving just perfectly. The story, despite a lot of gaps, is compelling. Two thumbs up. Probably watch again someday.
Pretty much the same story as all the others.
To boil it down to one paragraph. Reagan’s “great” insight was that the presidency was just another performance, very similar to his movie roles. He focused on his and his staff’s presentation and frequently ignored the real job. Kind of brilliant, and also sad.
Bush’s father was a senator from Connecticut. And executive at steel company. Ann Richards said he was born with a silver foot in his mouth
by Eileen Myles
Fun dairy style book from Jim Fixx, author of the bestseller “The Complete Book of Running”. Discusses how the book came about, the the life changing result – both the good and bad. Fun read.
Bourne was a friend/colleague of Carter. I thought that might be a problem, but it seemed to give a reasonably balanced view of Carter. It was much more detailed than I needed. Bit slow.
On the one hand, lot of rambling drivel. On the other, lots and lots of wit; parts of it were really fun.
I also felt something of a kinship with him, which is odd, since I’m so normal, and he was well, not.
Many quotable quotes. I should have written them down as I went.
by Sara Teasdale
by Sara Teasdale
by Sara Teasdale
by Robert Lowell
Very, very strange comic book-style biography of Edvard Munch. It used mostly books, diary entries, and Munch’s paintings to tell the story. Plus soem comic book style dialog between the author and his buddy discussing Munch.
I new most of the biographical material before, but a good review. A fun read, very original (at least to me) concept.
by Zoe Leonard
by Robert Frost
by Robert Frost
Enjoyable, short and to the point biograph of LBJ. This book was just the right amount of depth for me.
Born in was born in 1908 in Texas. Not a good student. Mother was dominant force in his life. Went to a small teachers college in Texas. During college, worked as a teacher in a very poor town. Worked very hard, helped the students. Organized many activities for them such as sports leagues etc.
Was the editor of the school newspaper. Participated in debate club.
Got a job with a Texas Congressman, Richard Kleberg, a liberal. Used this first major connection to forward career. Became Congressman, served in military while in Congress, then Senator from Texas. Lost first run due to election fraud. Committed his own fraud to win the second time.
Extremely successful Senator. Very good at using rules to his advantage, building coalitions, and when that didn’t work, twisting arms. Very persuasive.
JFK made his his VP, mostly to help win the south. Bob Kennedy hated him. John was ok with him.
Worked hard to forward JFK’s agenda. Extraordinarily successful on the domestic side. Struggled with Vietnam.
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One of the experts said if tubers are dug after first frost, then should leave bags open for a few days in order to let moisture escape.
Makes sense. Opened all the bags. Will let air for a couple days, then retie.
by John McCrae
by Anne Sexton
Don’t let it be forgotten, that once there was a spot, for one brief shining moment that was known as Camelot, and it will never be that way again. – Jackie Kennedy
A poem is really a kind of machine for producing the poetic state of mind by means of words. – Paul Valery
by Ann Sexton
by Ann Sexton
by Ann Sexton
by Ann Sexton
Fun little book about Harry and Bess’ drive from from Independence, Missouri to D.C. after his presidency was over. Back in the day a president didn’t get a pension, secret service, or anything. Truman was basically just another guy, albeit another guy that was a president. He wanted to take a cross-country trip as just another guy, but of course it didn’t workout quite that way. Author made the story interesting, weaving a bit of history, Truman’s backstory, his own story, and geography into the narrative.
Saw Richman again at the 9:30 show.
Complaints. Too short. He only played part of both Summer Feeling and Affection. 🙁
Still a great show. I’m glad I found out about him. He has a very unique sensibility, outlook.
The highlight for me was “When We Refuse to Suffer”, a song I was not familar with before. Profound.
Sad Trumpets of the Afternoon was another highlight.
People Are Disqusting.
The one in Italian (?). “Feel bad about that for a year” etc..
Autobiograph of Steve Forbert, on of my favorite lesser-known singer songwriters. Steve Forbert fans should read this book. Lots of great background information on his recordings.
He give the best definition of folk music I’ve heard. If at least 20% of a song is similar to what Woody Guthrie did, then it’s folk music.
Enjoyed hearing his thoughts on fathering twin boys.
Short stories by an American-Iranian writer. Very dark, very quirky. I particularly like the very first story, Bettering Myself. Need to read that one again.
Sometimes her stories seem just weird, but not weird in a good way. Just kind of too far out there.
The guy from Bartlett Tree Experts come out and told us a lot of good information about our trees and shrubs. Below is summary of what he had to say.
He said the large, smooth barked trees in the backyard are American Beeches. The other big ones are Tulip Poplars. He said both are very sturdy and usually have very few problems. He saw nothing nothing wrong with ours.
He said our Hemlock out front is dying. They really should not be grown around here, not native. Too hot. Will only live 20 to 3o years. Once green dies it will not grow back.
As for the japanese hollies (?) out front next to the house. Said we could cutout branches to allow light inside. Then leaves will grow again on the inside.
He gave us a few things that we should look out for.
9/13/18 – Arrival in Miami
Decent flight from Dulles to Miami International. American Airlines. Checked into the Villa Paradiso. Nice garden, but an old pretty decrepit. Very loud air conditioner that ran 24/7. Walked around town.
9/14/18 – Picked up Nasrin from airport. At lunch at a decent Indian restaurant. Walked along Ocean Drive/South Beach in the evening. Cool Art Deco architecture. Neon lighting.Lot of young folks partying at the bars. At dinner at a Cuban place, Yucca. Good, unusual vegetarian lasagna.
9/15/18 – Took a tour to the Holiday Alligator Park in the Everglades. The driver, Leah, told us this story about adopting her husband’s daughter’s young child. The daughter has an extreme drug problem.
Could have just driven to the place ourselves. Anyway, it was easy. Pretty fun boat ride, saw a bunch of alligators.
Took another walk along South Beach. Met a woman who worked at the New York Times. She said she had just done a video about a ballot measure that would allow felons to get their voting rights back after completing their sentence.
9/16/18 – Drove to Key West
Drove down to Key West. Nice drive, especially the Seven Mile Bridge area. Stayed in a really, really cool boutique hotel, The Gardens Hotel. Saw the mile zero marker. Ate at Azurs, a Mediterranean restaurant. Watch sunset at Mallory Square. Really special. Fun how the crowd cheered.
9/17/18 -Drove to Key Largo
Stopped at Robbie’s and feed the giant Tureon fish. Wow. Stopped at the Rain Barrel, lots of cool stuff for sale.
Checked in to the Marriott Playa Resort, a pretty spectacular place. Watch the sunset from their private beach. Swam in the pool. Had it all to ourselves.
9/18/18 – Drove to Fort Lauderdale
Visited Bonnet house. Perhaps the coolest house I ever saw.
Used Jet Blue then Uber for the ride home. Fine.
Born and raised in Vermont. Father held many positions, including farmer, storekeeper, state senator.
Attended Amherst. Struggled early, found his way late as a member of debate team. Excelled, won awards.
Read law. Moved to Massachusetts. Married in 1905. Elected to state House of Representatives. Elected governor in 1915.
Vice President to Harding. Becomes President when Harding died of heart attack.
Biggest achievements centered around fiscal matters. He shrank the size of the federal government. Significantly reduced the national debt. He also was an early supply side amateur economist. He cut taxes which according to the author reduced the deficit (I am deeply sckepital.)
He refused to run for a second terms even though he was very likely to win.
Was known as “Silent Cal.”
Died of a heart attack at 60.
by Gregory Corso
It’s been raining literally for days. Several of my dahlias were on the ground or close to it. Spent an hour or so tieing them.
Overall, tying them once a week has worked well.
Most of them have bloomed at this point.
Applied Miracle Grow pellets.
Borg vs McEnroe is a 2017 internationally co-produced multi-language biographical sports drama film focusing on the famous rivalry between tennis players Björn Borg and John McEnroe at the 1980 Wimbledon Championships, culminating in their encounter in the men’s singles final. The film is directed by Janus Metz Pedersen, from a screenplay written by Ronnie Sandahl, and stars Sverrir Gudnason, Shia LaBeouf, Stellan Skarsgård, Tuva Novotny, and Robert Emms. The film opened the 2017 Toronto International Film Festival.
Education makes a straight ditch of a free meandering brook.- Henry David Thoreau
Bio pic of Lyndon Baines Johnson. Standard bio pic. Woody Harrelson as LBJ was inspired. Perfect.
Three older women form a book club. Read 50 Shades. Get horny. Stars Jane Fonda, Diane Keaton, and Candice Bergen.
Can’t describe how bad this movie was.
by Carl Sandburg
by Carl Sandburg
Bio pic of Ray Kroc, founder of McDonald’s. Starring Micheal Keaton. Excellent.
Inspiring story of Emma Gatewood, the first woman to to hike the entire Appalachian Trail. She did it for the first time at age 67. She did it two more times (one of these was in sections). She also hiked the Oregon Trail, and did many others. When asked why she did it, she said “Because I wanted to.”. Love that.
Planted the last of them on the hill in the backyard. Not really very confident they will grow well, but we’ll see.
Silent film about a young girl who get pregnant and parents kick her out of house. Super good.
Nasrin and I took a long trip to Germany. Very nice.
Itinerary
Day 1 – Took Aer Lingus (not a fan) to Ireland, then to Frankfurt. Rented car from Hertz and drove to see Sammi and Baback in their small town close to Mainz. Their son Arman (sp?) was there. They live in a small but interesting house. Lots of architectural detail. Got a flat tire, had it fixed in the village close by. They took us to a park in the city of Wiesbaden (state of Hesse). Ate dinner at a Persian place. Good vegetarian option.
Day 2 – Drove to Cochem in the Mosel Valley. Stayed at Hotel Thul. Nice place located on a hill overlooking the river/town. Lots of flowers. Very peaceful and relaxing. Took a boat ride and strolled around the town.
Day 3 and 4- Drove on the Autobahn (and a bit on the “Romantic Road”) to a town called Rothenburg, which was founded in the Middle Ages. The town has been (more or less) preserved as it was long ago, although it’s very much a tourist town. Something like Williamsburg, people dressed up in costumes, etc. We walked around the town, stayed in the Hotel Rappen. The hotel was ok, but there was very loud music from a rock band until after midnight each night. Parking the car was a real headache since the hotel’s lot was constantly full. Fun to walk around the town and on the ancient protecting wall.
Day 5 – Drove to see Saedeh and Marcus at their home in Stuttgart. Had a good time with them. They served us white asparagus for lunch, which I had never heard of, but is very common this time of year in Germany. Delicious, we ate it everywhere we could find it the rest of the trip. They took us to see the University of Tubingen, where Marcus and one of their daughters went to school. I believe we read that it was one of the oldest European universities. Took a boat ride and walked around. Ate German tapas at an outdoor cafe.
Day 7 – Drove to Munich. Stopped at the Dachau concentration camp right outside the city. Stayed at the Hotel Monaco, which turned-out to not the best choice. It was in a bit of a seedy neighborhood, surrounded by strip joints. The first night was incredibly noisy, and it was too hot to close the windows (no AC). We moved to another room the second night. Problem sovlved.
Day 8 – Took a day trip to Bavaria to see Ludwig II’s castle. Drove much of the way on the Romantic Road. Amazingly beautiful area: highway was surrounded by mountains, some capped with snow, many small quaint towns. Castle was cool. Took a walk along the lake. Nice.
Day 9 – Took a tour to Salzburg, Mozart’s home town. Tour guide gave us some information about the history the German people, the wars and so on. Salzburg was a disappointment, just a tourist trap. But they also took us to St Wolfgang, a really beautiful small town with a big glacial lake. Nice boat ride.
Day 10 – We stayed in Munich and saw the sights. Could have planned the day better. The jazzy pop group playing in the streets was very good. For some reason they played several Abba songs. We got caught in a blinding rainstorm without umbrellas. Memorable.
Day 11 – Took the train to Berlin. Walked around the hipster German neighborhood we stayed in, Prenlanger Berg. Stayed at the Hotel Meyers, a very nice boutique hotel. The AC made some weird gurgling sound all night.
Day 12 – Took a taxi over to the nearby Hotel Kastanienhof. Nice place for the money. Staff was super helpful. We did a Hop-On/Hop-Off bus tour but that didn’t work out so well because of a big protest going on that blocked-off many streets. Saw Checkpoint Charlie and a few other sights.
Day 13 – Saw more of the Berlin sights, included a nice boat tour. The Chancellor’s office right on the water was impressive. Spent a lot of time at the Topology of Terror.
Day 14 – Took the train back to Frankfurt (because it was much cheaper than flying from Berlin). Walked around the city. The bridges across the river were really interesting. Ate white asparagus and German vegetarian pizza at a local restaurant. Very good, need to find the name of the place.
Day 15 – Took the subway back to the airport, flew home on British Airways. Good flight.
Fairly short history of Germany. Complicated story.
I dug-up a few tubers that didn’t sprout. I found a couple that would have, but the eye was trapped between the tuber and the side of the pot. The tuber was too big for the pot so I had to cram them in.
Need to get some bigger pots for next year.
It seems to me that very roughly 70% WILL sprout. Not a bad percentage, higher than I would have thought. I only planted tubers that seemed solid. I threw out the ones that were mushy or moldy.
I assume it’s the chipmunks that have been living hear for years that are digging up my tubers. Ran away with one. Others completely out of the dirt. I spread some type of powder that was suppose to irritate them so they go away. So much for that.
Yes, that John Dean, of Watergate fame.
Dean grew up in the same Ohio small town as Harding.
Harding was a very good student, could do well without a lot of effort. Roommate in college said he would read his textbook through while facing the wall and when finished, would throw it against the wall and say “God darn, I got you!” Then ace the test.
Her father was a very successful businessman in town. He was very active in his daughter’s life, but very controlling. He forced her out of the house after she became pregnant. She moved in with a friend’s family and taught piano lessons to survive.
He also did not like Harding. Tried to drive him away. Spread rumors that he was part black.
After college, Harding got a job with a newspaper, and eventually became the owner/editor of the hometown paper. He eventually became a state senator, then a federal senator. Republican.
Very much a “people person”. Very well-liked in the Senate.
Elected president in 1920. His wife was first first-lady to vote for husband. Won in landslide over Cox.
Had, at best, a mediocre administration. It seems most historians rate him very low, although Dean makes the case that he did reasonably well. Dean says he had nothing to do with the scandals (Teapot Dome), nor did he father an illegitimate child as was alleged, or commit adultery while he was married.
Among his achievements:
A series of scandals that erupted after his death in office (heart attack) stained his administration. Teapot Dome was the biggest. He also backed immigration laws that discriminated against those that would likely vote for democrats. Reduced taxes, but mostly on the wealthy.
A more negative take: https://www.politico.com/magazine/story/2015/08/warren-harding-child-sex-sandal-121404
Some of the tubers with no eye, or at least no obvious one, are sprouting.
My conclusion… It seems that tubers with no eye do sprout, but not always. It’s hit and miss. Remains to be seen how robust they will grow.
Some animal, probably a squirrel, dug out and took one tuber. 🙁
Pretty interesting. Original idea to break the philosopher’s work down into maxims on how to live a life. I felt it got bogged down a lot towards the end, then picked up again at the very end.
The ones with the best eyes starting sprouting approximately three or four days ago.
Another freeze warning.
Had to bring them all into the garage last night. Freeze warning.
The 28th president of the United States. Born in Staunton, Virginia, but grow up mostly in Georgia and South Carolina. Father was a Presbyterian preacher. Ancestors were Scottish.
by Anna Akhmatova
Potted all my Dahlias. Took a long time, guessing eight hours or more.
Lost at least 20% to rot. I was surprised, since last time I check they almost all looked healthy. Maybe I should pot them earlier next year. Or give them more air.
Most did not have eyes, although the tuber seemed very healthy. Went ahead and potted them. I believe – could be wrong – that I had the same conundrum last year. I believe most sprouted. Well see.
by Anna Akhmatova
by Anna Akhmatova
by Anna Akhamtova
Two brothers team up to rob banks in Texas. Their plan is to raise money to payoff deceased parent’s ranch which is about to be foreclosed on. Stars Jeff Bridges as the local ranger bent on capturing them.
Verdict: Not bad. Kept my attention. Script nothing exceptional,but better than most. The director, David Mackenize, has a nice sense of style. Written by Taylor Sheridan, who also wrote Wind River, which might be worth checking out.
Watching it right now. Starring Ryan Gosling, mister handsome who starred in that piece of crap La-La Land. Also starring Michelle Williams who was not in that piece of shit, but was in the fabulous Manchester by the Sea.
So far my kind of movie, dark and depressing.
Directed by Derek Cainfrance. Never heard of him. He also wrote it with some other guys I’ve never heard of.
Ok, the movie is well done. and i have to say Gosling is good, makes the character real. He’s too handsome for me to like though.
The character might be a flawed. First, the dialog seems to be too intelligent for his character, a blue-collar, alcoholic who plays the ukulele. The same, to a lessor extent, is true of Williams’ character.
The scene were she dances while plays ukulele in the street is charming. Also breaks up the monotony of the marriage desolution, which seems to be going on for fucking ever.
I like it, but it’s just too much one note, over and over, the marriage going down the shitter. Needs something more. Maybe should have focused more on when they were happy.
It’s also too long. Woody Allen was right, a movie should be an hour and a half.
It finally ended. All I can really say is glad it’s over.
Why the fuck is that piece of shit so popular? I really think part of it is just political correctness. Black stars, woman heroes, gotta be great, right.
Part of it is me though. I focus on acting, dialog, the writing. I think people that like these movies focus on the action, and more seriously, the more big-picture mythological aspect, which I don’t pay attention to.
Anyway, I still think it sucked major ass.
Saw this film last night. Two thumbs up. Nothing terribly original, but entertaining and informative. Gary Oldman did a fantastic job as Churchill.
by Robert Frost
by William Carlos Williams
Biography of John Fremont, intrepid explorer of the Western territories. Led several expeditions, discovered and documented the features of many new areas. Over 200 places are named after him. Senator (very briefly), military commander, territorial governor, anti-slavery advocate, author, presidential candidate. Habitually broke, poor businessman, wildly impetuous, cavalier sense of ethics.
The title says it all really. Basic argument is that perseverance (i.e. “grit”) is the most important factor in “success”. I would debate that her measurement of success is too conventional. Based on my personal experience and child-raising experience, I think her idea is valid.
Duckworth is a social scientist. Her thoughts are backed-up to a degree by science.
This movie has gotten some good press and a nomination for Best Picture (I think).
I didn’t hate it but I certainly didn’t like it either. First, a poor student from a poor family getting accepted into Columbia based solely on a well-written essay is patently absurd.
More than that however, I intensely disliked the incredibly self-centered, egotistical main character. She wouldn’t get admitted to community college if it were up to me.
It seems to be that many young people these days are like this character. Too bad.
William Taft was born in Cincinnati, to a upper-middle class family (his father was Attorney General under Ulysses Grant), attended Yale(finishing second in his class), then the Cincinnati Law School.
He was appointed to the Superior Court of Cincinnati, and subsequently was reelected five times to that position. Later appointed the US Solicitor General. Next became a federal judge.
He became the governor of the Philippines, then Secretary of War under Roosevelt. In 1908 he was elected President, benefiting greatly from the endorsement of Roosevelt, whose progressive policies were popular with the public.
Taft’s presidency was a mixed-bag. On the one hand, he was a man a great integrity. He tried to do what was he believed was right, often in disregard of the political consequences. To a large degree, that was also his downfall.
Taft had some successes, among them the revision of tariffs, shoring up the legal status of Roosevelt’s conservation initiatives, new railroad regulations, postal banks, parcel posts, two new states, two new amendments, establishment of the Department of Labor, and six new Supreme Court justices who served well.
On the other hand, Taft was not politically adroit. He managed to antagonize both the progressives and the conservatives at various times, and ended up losing the 1912 election by a very large margin.
Roosevelt also played a large role in his problems. First, Roosevelt helped him get elected by vigorously claiming that he would champion Roosevelt’s progressive policies. However, deep-down Taft was a conservative. He simply did not always agree with Roosevelt, and as a man of integrity instead of expediency, he often took actions that infuriated the progressives. Roosevelt ended-up running against Taft in 1912 for the Republican nomination, and although he lost, he managed to make the general election for Taft nigh-on impossible.
Taft was appointed to the Supreme Court later in life, the job he always wanted.
I’m not a big fan of this book. It’s part of the Presidential Series, but unlike most of the others, is not written for a reader looking for just a quick summary. This book goes into much greater detail than I was looking for and contains little biographical information.
Fun facts… The cherry trees on the Mall were planted during Taft’s time. Taft loved to play golf. Didn’t read. Liked to dance. Was very fat. Got stuck in the White House bathtub.
Our main business is not to see what lies dimly in the distance, but to do what is clearly at hand. – Thomas Carlyle
Same basic story, perhaps a bit more readable than the others.
by Gary Snyder
by Gary Snyder
While Dale Carnegie’s most famous and enduring book is How to Win Friends and Influence People ( check out this excellent summary) this somewhat overlooked gem is one of his most important works.
Life inevitably brings with it problems and stress. When this book was written,Carnegie’s generation had been through the Great Depression, World War II, and the post-war boom. Nowadays in these advanced times people still go through, much like before, times of business setbacks, illness, family troubles, and many other hardships.
This book’s ultimate message is that the worry and anxiety created by all of life’s challenges can be controlled. Not only that, worry is optional. If we wish to live with happiness, and peace of mind, we must first deal with worry before we tackle our problems.
Biography of John Burroughs. Few have heard of him now, but Burroughs was once very well-known. “For several decades he may have been the most popular writer of any kind in the country — when he and President Theodore Roosevelt traveled across the U.S. by train in 1903, observers said the writer often drew more admirers at their whistle stops than the politician, soon to be returned to the White House.” His fame was deserved; his work is worth checking out.
The new movie by Steven Spielberg about Katherine Graham’s role in publishing the Pentagon Papers. I was surprised at how much I liked it.
Spielberg’s movies have also annoyed me a little. They are all good, and I always enjoy them. He has a nice formula, which I mean as both a compliment and a fault. He knows the steps to take to put together an entertaining movie but it often feels a bit too much a paint by numbers. I also feel like he’ s talking down to me too.
Meryl Streep is fantastic. I always been a little skeptical about her “greatness”, but I take it all back. She’s perfect in this one.
But nothing can take the place of love. Love is the measure of life: only so far as we love do we really live. The variety of our interests, the width of our sympathies, the susceptibilities of our hearts— if these do not measure our lives, what does? As the years go by, we are all of us more or less subject to two dangers, the danger of petrifaction and the danger of putrefaction; either that we shall become hard and callous, crusted over with customs and conventions till no new ray of light or of joy can reach us, or that we shall become lax and disorganized, losing our grip upon the real and vital sources of happiness and power. Now, there is no preservative and antiseptic, nothing that keeps one’s heart young, like love, like sympathy, like giving one’s self with enthusiasm to some worthy thing or cause. – John Burroughs
Basically the same stories as the other book. I would say this book was a bit more eloquent. A bit longer.
A short biography of John James Audubon by John Burroughs. Written in 1902. I didn’t know anything about Audubon. He was a naturalist. After spending many years in various businesses, mostly failing, decided to follow his talent for drawing animals. Worked out well.
The power to see straight is the rarest of gifts; to see no more and no less than is actually before you; to be able to detach yourself and see the thing as it actually is, uncolored or unmodified by your own sentiments or prepossessions. In short, to see with your reason as well as with your perceptions, that is to be an observer and to read the book of nature aright. – John Burroughs
A collection of short experimental films.
I don’t know, I probably didn’t understand a lot of it.
by Walt Whitman
We’ll start the war from right here! – Theodore Roosevelt Jr.
The book is divided into two parts. In the first part Burroughs defends Leaves of Grass against academic, conventional-minded critics that objected to Whitman’s very unconventional style and often highly sensual themes. He also commends Whitman as a true lover and interpreter of nature, Burroughs favorite theme. The second, more interesting to the average reader section is a short biography of Whitman. It describes his early childhood life, his time working in D.C., (including his getting fired from the Treasury Department for the crime of being the author of Leaves of Grass), and his experience volunteering as a nurse during the Civil War, including several remarkable letters written by Whitman about his experiences. Whitman himself lended a hand in the books writing.
If you can’t say something good about someone, sit right here by me. – Alice Roosevelt
by Dorothy Parker
by Walt Whitman
In Genesis, it says that it is not good for a man to be alone but sometimes it is a great relief. – John Barrymore
Short biography of naturalist John Burroughs, by his close friend, Dr. Clara Barrus.
Burroughs was a well-known writer during his time. Subject matter similar to Thoreau. Work is very readable but not nearly on the same level as Thoreau, although that is really not a fair comparison for anybody.
by Robert Frost
If we think birds, we shall see birds wherever we go; if we think arrowheads, as Thoreau did, we shall pick up arrowheads in every field. – John Burroughs
The eye sees what it has the means of seeing, and its means of seeing are in proportion to the love and desire behind it. – John Burroughs
Born in 1858 in NYC. Very wealthy family. Father stressed education. Uncle Robert Barnwell Roosevelt interested in social reform and conservation.
Sickly as a child. Father encouraged him to build up his body, which he did. Became very interested in natural science. Studied insects intensely.
Went to Harvard. Very good student.
Tried law school. Didn’t like it. Dropped out.
We are all answers to long sums in addition. – Clara Barrus
We usually do well what we like to do. When anyone finds something he especially likes to do, and can do just a little better than anyone else, and in a way all his own, it is probably his particular work in the world. It is often nearer than he dreams. – Clara Barrus
Serene I fold my hands and wait
Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea;
I rave no more ‘gainst time or fate,
For lo! my own shall come to me.
– John Burroughs
The most precious things of life are near at hand, without money and without price. Each of you has the whole wealth of the universe at your very door. All that I ever had, and still have, may be yours by stretching forth your hand and taking it. – John Burroughs
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
by W.H. Auden
by Richard Wilbur
by Richard Wilbur
by Kevin Phillips
Born in Ohio (like Grant, Garfield, Hayes, Benjamin Harrison,Taft, and Harding) 1843.
Iron was biggest manufacturing industry in Ohio in mid-19th century. McKinley’s father and grandfather were iron makers.
Dropped out of Allegheny College due to depression. Recovered, but his father’s business failed.
Volunteered for Civil War. Served three years.
by Richard Wilbur
by Allen Ginsberg
Directed by Sean Baker, who also did The Prince of Broadway and Take Out, but of which were ultra-low budget movies that I really liked.
The one seems to have had a bigger budget. Willem Defoe was a co-star. Still had the look and feel of an art-film.
Plot centered around a young stripper/ part-time prostitute and her child and their “adventures” living in a low-rent motel close to Disneyland.
Film did a nice job of developing the characters and portraying the challenges of living with low/no income. Characters, especially the mother, were very believable and gave real insight into their lives. Defoe’s character as the motel manager was also well-done. The kids were amazing “actors”.
That being said, the movie had major flaws. The plot really didn’t go anywhere, the same dysfunctional personality disorders were repeated over and over.
Still, I liked the movie quite a bit.
by Richard Wilbur
The search for happiness is one of the chief sources of unhappiness. – Eric Hoffer
I read his book All I Needed to Know I Learned in Kindergarten a long time ago. I remembered it as rather cornball, but I did remember it, which is something. I read something about this volume recently and decided to give it a try.
This one is pretty cornball as well, and formulaic, but I can’t say didn’t enjoy parts of it. The title come from a newspaper article, an interview with a guy, who when asked how his matteress got on fire, answers that it was already on fire when he lay down on it.
A couple stories stood out to me. The one about the driver instructor who was loved by his students because he just listened to them and tried to get to know them. Another good one was about his time at a Zen monastery. The head of the place reads to him this:
There is really nothing you must be.
And there is nothing you must do.
There is really nothing you must have.
And there is nothing you must know.
There is really nothing you must become.
However. It helps to understand that fire burns, and when it rains , the earth gets wet.
There was also the story about the Hunt Saboteur Association, whose purpose was to break up fox hunting events – often humorously – thereby saving foxes from death. The interesting point was that doing good can also be fun, it doesn’t have to be grim and hard work.
by Richard Wilbur
by Richard Wilbur
by Richard Wilbur
After the last bulletins the windows darken And the whole city founders readily and deep, Sliding on all its pillows To the thronged Atlantis of personal sleep, And the wind rises. The wind rises and bowls The day's litter of news in the alleys. Trash Tears itself on the railings, Soars and falls with a soft crash, Tumbles and soars again. Unruly flights Scamper the park, and taking a statue for dead Strike at the positive eyes, Batter and flap the stolid head And scratch the noble name. In empty lots Our journals spiral in a fierce noyade Of all we thought to think, Or caught in corners cramp and wad And twist our words. And some from gutters flail Their tatters at the tired patrolman's feet, Like all that fisted snow That cried beside his long retreat Damn you! damn you! to the emperor's horse's heels. Oh none too soon through the air white and dry Will the clear announcer's voice Beat like a dove, and you and I From the heart's anarch and responsible town Return by subway-mouth to life again, Bearing the morning papers, And cross the park where saintlike men, White and absorbed, with stick and bag remove The litter of the night, and footsteps rouse With confident morning sound The songbirds in the public boughs.
by Richard Wilbur
One wading a Fall meadow finds on all sides The Queen Anne’s Lace lying like lilies On water; it glides So from the walker, it turns Dry grass to a lake, as the slightest shade of you Valleys my mind in fabulous blue Lucernes. The beautiful changes as a forest is changed By a chameleon’s tuning his skin to it; As a mantis, arranged On a green leaf, grows Into it, makes the leaf leafier, and proves Any greenness is deeper than anyone knows. Your hands hold roses always in a way that says They are not only yours; the beautiful changes In such kind ways, Wishing ever to sunder Things and things’ selves for a second finding, to lose For a moment all that it touches back to wonder.
by Phillip Larkin
by Robert Frost
Biography about Joey Gallo, mobster from NYC. Subject of the Dylan/Levy song, “Joey”. Levy actually new Gallo personally, back in the sixties when “mobster chic” was popular among the rich white privileged types. Morons.
Didn’t like the book at all really. Written in a hipster beat kind of way, I found the style annoying, and at times it was hard to follow.
by Robert Frost
by Wallace Stevens
by Sylvia Plath
All I can say is: “Wow”. Book details many incredibly deceitful and often illegal activities of this horrible individual. Two of Trump’s guiding principles: revenge and attack. All you need to know about him.
by Sylvia Plath
by Sylvia Plath
by Sylvia Plath
A real page-turner. Grant was an interesting man, during an interesting time. Book makes him out to be a pretty extraordinary guy: uninterested in ceremony and affect, but keenly interested in getting whatever the job was complete.
by Sylvia Plath
by Sylvia Plath
by Sylvia Plath
by Sylvia Plath
by Sylvia Plath
by Sylvia Plath
by Sylvia Plath
by Sylvia Plath
It is our duty as men and women to proceed as though the limits of our abilities do not exist. – Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
Didn’t take notes on this book (!)Johnson was a fool. Took over from Lincoln, tried to back the South in a foolishly strong-armed manner. Made a lot of enemies, most notably Thaddeus Stevens.
by Sylvia Plath
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Got decent reviews in both the Washington Post and the New Yorker. Not from me. Yuck.
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY
A very long biography of Lincoln. More detail than I needed.
A few things stood out. Lincoln’s early study of the the speeches of ministers and politicians paid off down the road. Without his writing and oratory ability he never would have been president. He was a very shrewd politician, knowing exactly when the time was right to move. Finally, he always spent time working out all the angles on an issue before he made a decision.
by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY
Nice little movie, based on a true story. Plot: comedian from traditional Indian family meets white (very) girl. They fall in love, she becomes seriously ill, he realizes he’s an idiot, they get married. Lot of funny culture-wars type humor. Light weight, but very charming. Maybe fifteen minutes too long.
by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY
A test of what is real is that it is hard and rough. Joys are found in it, not pleasure. What is pleasant belongs to dreams. – Simone Weil
Short interesting history of France. Read for our trip…
Buchanan was from Pennsylvania, at the time the second most populous state in the country. He came from a relatively well-off family, and was able to attend college, Dickinson. As most future politicians at the time did, he study law after college. He served in Congress, and held many posts for various administrations, most notably as Polk’s Secretary of State.
His presidency was a disaster. Most historians think he was too generous in his treatment of the South, where most of his support came from. He completely botched the slavery issue in Kansas by siding way too heavily with the South. He also was weirdly inactive when the South succeeded, basically doing nothing, claiming the Constitution didn’t allow him to act. Buchanan is often ranked as the worst president in US history (and that’s saying something).
by W.H. Auden
An autobiography of a guy from a poor, sometimes violent, very dysfunctional Appalachian family. Spent his childhood in the backwoods of Kentucky, and his teen years the Ohio Rust Belt. Joined the Marines after high school, which along with his grandparent’s guidance, helped set him on the right track. Went on to graduate from Ohio State and then Yale Law School.
The book was a New York Times bestseller. Vance is now a regular on the talking-head circuit and probably has made a shit-load of money. Good for him.
It was an interesting, easy read. I can’t say I was particular stunned by what he had to say. His description of his rough upbringing was interesting, even for a hillbilly such as myself who is is somewhat familiar with how it goes. His thoughts on what how families stuck in this type of environment could be helped are not terribly insightful. Basically, the government can’t do much, they need to be like him and pull themselves up by their bootstraps (not realistic if you ask me).
I’m glad I read it. I preferred Limbo: Blue-Collar Roots, White-Collar Dreams by Alfred Lubrano, which dealt similar subject manner in a more thoughtful manner.
Pierce was the fourteen president of the United States. He was a Democratic from New Hampshire.
Ironically, although one if his highest priorities was keeping the Democratic party together, he ended up splitting it apart. By supporting the negation of the Compromise of 1820, which marked a line across the country above which slavery was outlawed, he reignited the issue of slavery across the country. “Bleeding Kansas” was one of the unfortunately consequences.
During the next election only seven of the 44 Democratic congressman were re-elected. Republican James Buchanan, an even worse leader, was elected next.
Started out promising, but eventually just repeated scene after scene of Edith in a drunken rage, screaming and yelling. Surely she was more interesting than that. Perhaps they should have focused more on the music.
Didn’t enjoy this one. Didn’t even make it to the end.
A very sympathetic treatment of Fillmore. Book was too long, but I certainly learned a lot. Millard was (according to this book) a very principled man who put country over personal glory. Things didn’t work out exactly the way he wanted, but that’s not extraordinary.
Fillmore was a Whig. The Whigs were sort of the Democrats of the day, believers in a government that invests, helps, and stabilizes the country. Mostly anti-slavery, but they also attracted some members from the South, which allowed them to build a strong enough coalition to prevail, at least on occasion.
Besides the Compromise of 1850, which Fillmore was instrumental in making viable, he mostly was involved in foreign policy. Lots of “stuff” happened in Hawaii, Japan, China, Nicaragua, with Britain, etc.
Fillmore tried to run again as the head of the “Know Nothing” party, but was defeated.
In the mid-1850 the U.S. experience a time very similar to today: strong anti-immigrant, anti-Catholic sentiments, and a party (the Know Nothings”) that took full advantage of it.
By the same director/writer as my favorite movie of last year, Manchester by the Sea.
Love his writing. Really packs an emotional whallop. I love movies that are both tragic and funny.
I liked this movie quite a bit. Like all her work, I have trouble fitting it all together. What exactly she’s trying to say? What is the theme that ties it all together? These questions I have trouble answering.
On the other hand, her work is incredibly inventive, and I love the combination of music, words, and images. Five stars.
This movie really didn’t do much for me. It was ok, but certainly not my choice for Best Picture. Standard “it’s tough to be poor, black, gay, and from a dysfunctional home” film. Done reasonably well I guess. Second half was slow. Nothing really made it standout to me. I wouldn’t watch it again.
Born in Virginia, raised in Kentucky. Sporadic education due to take of school on frontier. Made a name for himself in military. Nicknamed “Old Rough and Ready”. Lead a series of mostly successful battles during the Mexican War. Not much of a planner, but good at improvising.
Ran for president – reluctantly – as a Whig. He would be the last Whig to be elected president. Died just a few months into his term, perhaps due to food poisoning.
Best tech book I’ve ever read. Starts from the beginning, doesn’t skip steps. Admittedly, it does make it a chore to wade thru all the detail,some of which is already known. However, I’d rather be a little bored than totally baffled.
Saw Hidden Figures yesterday.
The history was interesting. A group of black women working at NASA in the “computing” department. One in particular, Katherine Jackson, played a significant role in solving the mathematical problems associated with the project.
The movie itself though is not so great. Boring script, very predictable plot, cliche-ridden, and teeth-grinding bad acting.
Good movie about the Catholic Church child abuse scandal. Centers around the investigation of the Boston Globe which to exposed the church. Watched it, ironically, on the day our esteemed president declared that “the press is the enemy of the American people”.
by Carl Sandburg
Berkun’s discusses his year working at Automattic, leading teams designing enhancements to WordPress.com. He describes the unique culture of Automattic, the company behind the most popular by far content management system in the world.
In (very) short, he believes the very non-hierarchical, remote-centric, small team, informal culture at Automattic is the general model of the future work office environment.
Directed and written by Hannes Holm. Swedish.
I liked it. Sort of the non-violent swedish version of Clint Eastwood’s Grand Torino. The movie is full of cliches, and the heart-warming ending can be seen coming from the very beginning. Still, the movie is highly enjoyable. The characters are believable, and their relationships feel right. It also has more than it’s share of laughs.
A lot of shit happened during Polk’s four years in office.
A Democrat, Polk was a disciple of Andrew Jackson. He promised to serve only one-term in order to placate rivals that he knew coveted the presidency. Not a strong leader and lacking charisma, he nevertheless succeeded in bringing about all four of the main items on his agenda:
He may not have done it exactly to plan – instead starting a war with Mexico – but he did it.
Poor guy died four months after leaving office.
Saw new film by Jim Jarmuch. Enjoyed it much. So beautiful, so poetic. Adam Driver was a good choice for a Jarmuch movie, he fits right in with John Laurie, Tom Waits etc.
The poetry written for the film didn’t really make it with me. I missed the humor of some of the older movies.
Overall I really like it.
More detail than I wanted.
Basic story – undone by slavery, of which he was a avid supporter. Achievements: Border with Maine/Canada, trade agreement with China, annexation of Texas, Tyler Doctrine in Pacific (which eventually lead to annexation of Hawaii).
Believed expanding the borders would keep nation together, and eventually would lead to the end of slavery (weird idea). First Vice President to become President, played a large role in setting precedence that VP would become Pres. for rest of term. Constitution was unclear on that point.
He was a Whig, but big on “states rights”, like his idols Jefferson and Madison. Caused him to become very unpopular within his own party. Was not even nominated for a run at a second term.
by Rumi
Saw “The Salesman”, written and directed by Asghar Farhadi, a well-know Iranian director working inside Iran.
My impression was that the movie took way too long to get to the point. The last half-hour was engrossing as the movie worked it’s way to the climax. I suppose the theme was revenge vs. forgiveness, the husband taking the side of revenge, the wife forgiveness.
Farhadi also made acclaimed The Separation, which I did’t like so much, and About Elly, which I did.
Been trying to see some of the “big” movies of the year. List is roughly order of preference (best to worst).
Also saw Gimme Danger, Jarmusch’s documentary about Iggy Pop.
The ninth president. Died after only one month in office. Ran as an Indian War hero, notably the battle of Tippecanoe. Actually did a poor job at that battle, but did better in subsequent ones. Ran as a man of the people, but actually grew up relatively rich (sound familiar?). First candidate to openly campaign for the office.
Excellent.
Van Buren – first president for whom English was second language. poor man, yet lost re-election to a rich man who campaigned as the poor man (sounds familiar). Founder of the Democratic party. Had misfortune of having a economic depression at the beginning of his administration. Fair to say he was rather unprincipled in regard to slavery.