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Sep 14 2008
Café Discovery: colors
From San Diego we returned to the desert for a few days before heading for LA to visit with Debbie’s brother and his wife…though we didn’t see much of her because of “family concerns.” We arrived on the evening of the opening of the Olympic Games. It was a colorful production.
On Saturday we walked a couple of blocks to LACMA (the Los Angeles County Museum of Art), which shares a park with the LA Brea Tar Pits (coming up later). We saw The Age of Imagination, which closes today. Here is some of it for you.
The colors were mostly so subtle, while at the same time being so exquisitely laid down. It am astounded that these paintings were all painted in only one layer.
On Sunday we went to the Aquarium of the Pacific in Long Beach.
Ooooooh! Ahhhhhh! The colors.
Sep 13 2008
Friday Philosophy: Ties that Bind
I wandered the desert of my imagination and the jungle of my confusion this morning, peering into the nooks, looking for some hooks upon which to hang a few garlands of words, an awkward paragraph or twenty, sentences woven together, hopefully into some semblance of meaning. And with any luck displaying the thoughts forming within, struggling to be given birth.
Being Blogiversary Day I eventually searched some of the olden times. I discovered 51 essays tagged Friday Philosophy. But one of them, NpK‘s Riffing off of Robyn, was rather an edition of Friday at 8. Fifty. I missed two weeks on the edge of the Mojave. But the first Friday Philosophy was published before we officially opened, so maybe this is Numero Cinquenta.
Maybe not. Counting things is an obsession, but it doesn’t rule my life any more. That first piece after we opened to the public, as well as the first one with the graphic (which is called Occlusion, for anyone who has wondered) was The Closet.
Publishing A Transition through Poetry at Muse in the Morning has a tendency to drag me back through the sixteen years since I began my transition. How could it not, especially since I have assigned myself the task of providing a little commentary to add flourish and some music in an attempt to evoke a mood?
It is a time of reflection.
Sep 12 2008
Muse in the Morning
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A Transition through Poetry VII
Art Link Tarnished Silverpink
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Sep 11 2008
Muse in the Morning
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A Transition through Poetry VI
Art Link Faces
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Sep 10 2008
Muse in the Morning
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A Transition through Poetry V:
Art Link More Blues
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Sep 09 2008
Muse in the Morning
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A Transition through Poetry IV
Art Link Purple Chasm
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Sep 08 2008
Muse in the Morning
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A Transition through Poetry III
Art Link The Blues
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Sep 07 2008
Sunday music retrospective: Cold on the Shoulder
Gordon Lightfoot: Cold on the Shoulder
This is one of my favorite albums from back in the day, but many of the songs have not been available through youtube until very recently. There is apparently a group of Lightfoot enthusiasts trying to change that, though some of them are still embedding disabled. I’ve included links to those though.
Rainy Day People
Sep 06 2008
SeaWorld: flipper and friends
One of the many venues that can be seen from the Skytower is Dolphin Discovery, with its lighthouse motif. But we made a lot of stops along the way. It was sort of like Dorothy and the gang…we had to have many adventures before we reached the Emerald City.
In the interest of trying to force a thematic scheme to today’s photographic offerings, the old television shows Sea Hunt and Flipper kept popping into my head…with a touch of Might Morphin’ Power Rangers.
In order, for the purposes of this epic, we visited the dolphins at Rocky Point Preserve, the sea turtles near Shipwreck Rapids (a ride we did not take), Cirque de la Mer, Shark Encounter, Manatee Rescue, Dolphin Discovery and, finally, Penguin Encounter. Maybe the good news is that I do not have photos of them all.
So, without further ado, Flipper:
Fourteen more photos on the inside…
Sep 06 2008
Friday Philosophy: Stone Soup
My brain seemed barely capable of stirring together a topic for this evening. But that was this morning.
Time to make stone soup? Maybe.
I had some set-ups, like buhdy’s piece about why he is a liberal, like the wholesale denigration of community activists I’ve heard about, or like even Governator Palin, but to be honest, I avoided the RNC broadcasts as much as possible. Their message never changes.
The WeaveMothers were one and several. The several part was not without its danger. Getting lost in the a reality of a happentrack was an ever-present possibility. When that happened, sight of the larger tapestry was usually lost.
And when that happened, there was danger of the tapestry unravelling. There was even the danger that what had already going to be happening could be forgotten, so that it would never actually ever reach the state of having happened.
They came back together determined to repair the snapped thread. Raveling was kept to a minimum. A dropped stitch or four would have to be picked up. But only a few realities had ceased to exist. The WeaveMothers mourned the consciousnesses that were still. The Greataway would be poorer for them never having existed.
Sep 05 2008
Muse in the Morning
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A Transition through Poetry II
Art Link Mask
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Sep 04 2008
Muse in the Morning
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A Transition through Poetry I
Art Link Organizing a Rainbow
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