Friday, January 18, 2013

Notebook #4

Eros Turannos

She fears him, and will always ask
What fated her to choose him;
She meets in his engaging mask
All reason to refuse him.
But what she meets and what she fears
Are less than are the downward years,
Drawn slowly to the foamless weirs
Of age, were she to lose him.

Between a blurred sagacity
That once had power to sound him,
And Love, that will not let him be
The Judas that she found him,
Her pride assuages her almost
As if it were alone the cost--
He sees that he will not be lost,
And waits, and looks around him.

A sense of ocean and old trees
Envelops and allures him;
Tradition, touching all he sees,
Beguiles and reassures him.
And all her doubts of what he says
Are dimmed by what she knows of days,
Till even Prejudice delays
And fades, and she secures him.

The falling leaf inaugurates
The reign of her confusion;
The pounding wave reverberates
The dirge of her illusion.
And Home, where passion lived and died,
Becomes a place where she can hide,
While all the town and harbor side
Vibrate with her seclusion.

We tell you, tapping on our brows,
The story as it should be,
As if the story of a house
Were told, or ever could be.
We'll have no kindly veil between
Her visions and those we have seen--
As if we guessed what hers have been,
Or what they are or would be.

Meanwhile we do no harm, for they
That with a god have striven,
Not hearing much of what we say,
Take what the god has given.
Though like waves breaking it may be,
Or like a changed familiar tree,
Or like a stairway to the sea,
Where down the blind are driven. 

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Notebok #3

Sestina of the Lady Pietra degli Scrovigni

To the dim light and the large circle of shade
I have clomb, and to the whitening of the hills,
There where we see no color in the grass.
Natheless my longing loses not its green,
It has so taken root in the hard stone
Which talks and hears as though it were a lady.

Utterly frozen is this youthful lady,
Even as the snow that lies within the shade;
For she is no more moved than is the stone
By the sweet season which makes warm the hills
And alters them afresh from white to green
Covering their sides again with flowers and grass.

When on her hair she sets a crown of grass
The thought has no more room for other lady,
Because she weaves the yellow with the green
So well that Love sits down there in the shade,–
Love who has shut me in among low hills
Faster than between walls of granite-stone.

She is more bright than is a precious stone;
The wound she gives may not be healed with grass:
I therefore have fled far o’er plains and hills
For refuge from so dangerous a lady;
But from her sunshine nothing can give shade,–
Not any hill, nor wall, nor summer-green.

A while ago, I saw her dressed in green,–
So fair, she might have wakened in a stone
This love which I do feel even for her shade;
And therefore, as one woos a graceful lady,
I wooed her in a field that was all grass
Girdled about with very lofty hills.

Yet shall the streams turn back and climb the hills
Before Love’s flame in this damp wood and green
Burn, as it burns within a youthful lady,
For my sake, who would sleep away in stone
My life, or feed like beasts upon the grass,
Only to see her garments cast a shade.

How dark soe’er the hills throw out their shade,
Under her summer green the beautiful lady
Covers it, like a stone cover’d in grass.

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Notebook #2

 "Ralph, like us, was willing to be a fool. And the way to get to the top of the heap in terms of developing original research is to be a fool, because only fools keep trying. You have idea number 1, you get excited and it flops. Then you have idea number 2, you get excited, and it flops.Then you get idea 99, and you get excited, and it flops. Only a fool would be excited by the 100th idea, but it might take 100 ideas before one really pays off. Unless you're foolish enough to be continually excited, you won't have the motivation, you won't have the energy to carry it through. God rewards fools." Martin Hellman in "The Code Book" by Simon Singh.

Monday, January 14, 2013

Notebook Stuff...

Found these scraps from notebooks I had before I was blogging and from before out fire...I am going to throw them out but thought I'd post some of the quotes I liked here over the next few days then toss the paper and damaged pictures...

Romanticism: the worship of nature to protect people from their basic instincts

"It's also something that is inherent about newspaper pages`thats why in the movies they blow the pages across the calendar or the pages of a book, and it flutters past. Theres something about turning a page that is deeply connected within us with the passage of time. You feel the life of a city going by day by day. You just don't get that feeling if you're controlling the little forward button on a machine or clicking a mouse." Nicholson Baker

Thursday, January 10, 2013

"MAKING SEX" We Got A Trailer!!!!!

Okay we wrapped up a trailer this week...after several challenges (my editor hurt his back working at Hard Rock Cafe) and the holidays and schedule conflicts...but here it is...without the soundtrack. Soundtrack is in the works...and we'll lay it in when we can asap...but thought it would be fun to get this out there...

Tuesday, January 01, 2013

Mary Petrie and Mr. Bean, Or The Week Day In Pictures

 I spend a lot of time at the laundry mat. And now Stagg has been pitching in and one of us is at the lanundry mat just about every other day. It was very nice having a washer and dryer at Grandmas...but it's back to the laundry mat now that we have moved. Our local laundy mat is remarkable. All the machines function with a relationship rather intense to humans. You basically have to "Fonsie" the machines. Remember how Fonsie used to fix the jukebox? That's us at the laundry mat...techniques I basically learned from the very kind and hardworking people who own and run the place. Tapping, banging, finger prodding and McGyvering are all part of the experience of getting the wasj clean. And now I just save time...copy what the owners did when a machine goes AWOL...and on with the show. You can also do some serious shopping at our laundry mat. Socks, belts, jewelry, candy, chocolate bars, tamales...all make their way through the building if you are there long enough by bootlegging vendors. Quite remarkable.
 I received the above photo from my landlady the other day at work. It was a factory fire half a bloc from our place. The photo is taken by a neighbour who texted it to my landlady who then texted it to me. I must tell you it was a terribly fire...and both Stagg and I are glad we were out working that day and missed all the action. We've had enough fire for a lifetime
 But of course...I still crept around the site the next morning to see what happened...and there were still flames on top and in the rubble...

 Then Stagg and I returned to the diner near the Buddhist Temple before we went to Dharma Class on Sunday. I love diners and there seems to be less and less of them. Just look at that lovely's so cool. And red hot rod booths. We had feta cheese omelets and they were divine.
 So we get to temple...and what a day. first we went to a service with speakers, chanting and koans read aloud. Then a couple of members got married...and they had a 400 year old bow and arrow ceremony demonstration. Wow, this guy was awesome...and believe me it was cold outside!

Then we went to Dharma Class. Fairly interesting...with discussions about violence in society...some more quotes from Buddhists and a fight broke out! I've been a Buddhist for most of my life...and a little known fact is that Buddhists often have quite rambunctious arguments!!! It's kind of scary and kind of hilarious. There are some groups of Buddhists whose sacred practice includes arguments! ou actually can learn a lot about philosophy, the nature of reality and life by arguing. And there are good discussions and not so good. the one we witnessed was a little nasty. A curmudgeon situation actually. We did laugh about it later. Poor Stagg here is his introduction to the Dharma path and he witnesses tow cranky men get into a silly petty fight. Ha!!! Very exciting!

Last night I made a BBq of all kinds of vegies and two steaks...I put way too much lighter fluid on the coals and everything tasted like gasoline. I ate yogurt but Stagg said it tasted great to him. Earlier in the week...I was walking along Cermak and a family was coming up the sidewalk. Right as I got close to them I see all these fabrics and clothes on the ground. As I am right beside the family I realize "oh shot, that's our clothes!" I start picking up my underwear, Stagg's boxers, socks, t-shirts. The family looks at me like I am LOCO...I try to explain "these are my husband is doing laundry".
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