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In case you were wondering, my neighbor has two cats; Peanut and Snooker. There is a plank from her kitchen window that leads down to the garden and I enjoy watching them gingerly paw their way down the steep slope and then FLY off the end. Snooker likes to hang out around the squash but Peanut rolls around in the dirt in my backyard all day. Sometimes I hear them catching mice or brawling with raccoons under my house. Their Owner is a woman with really long red hair that is always kept in a braid. I think she might be close to 5 feet tall, and has HUGE green eyes that always tear up when she talks about her father and how he loves to grow things.He just passed away last week. I always feel guilty when I see her because I don't remember her name and it would just be plain rude to ask at this point, Mostly because she knows mine and picks me Sweet Pea bouquets from her garden. Once, My ex-brother in law came to visit and sat and spoke to her about her lovely snap peas. She asked me for his address to write him a note and let him now how thankfull she was that he was so interested in the progress of her Morning Glory. I think she sent him a book on organic gardening. There is a boyfriend, I think, Maybe a brother. His name is MERLIN and he comes over once a week for at least two days to help her pull the big weeds. They go camping almost every weekend in Big Sur. I like to imagine them sitting around a fire eating all the zucchini and talking about when they went to the Monterey Pop Festival. A few times, when she and I have been talking about the trash man not taking our garbage (that FUCKING USELESS PRICK she will say)she has put her palm on her forehead mid sentence and said "I'm sorry, sometimes I forget things, I get such bad headaches". Yesterday she thanked me for always petting Snooker, and said he likes me, like he told her. I smell fresh coffee at 3 am and know she is doing laundry for Merlin, and sitting on her kitchen floor transfering her plants. The spin cycle on her washing machine is so loud that it sounds like someone is running back and forth down my hallway. While I'm away from home she sweeps my front porch and our common sidewalk, so I don't "track any of those fuckers inside", meaning, the sappy shedding tree outside our houses. She doesn't have any children. She said "I have a younger brother that I used to care for so I know what two year olds are like. If you ever need a break, send him over to me in the garden". I haven't yet, But I think I will soon. So, If you were wondering, My neighbor is one of those people that should annoy me terribly but instead is the most gorgeous thing.
I was just thinking about Linda and Merlin, our neighbors in Morro Bay.
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Friends, Notes and asides today... 1. 'The Conjure Man Dies" by Rudolph Fisher is a Harlem murder mystery from 1932. It is out of print and not available cheap unfortunately. I am reading a library copy but just the note that it deserves availability--not great writing, not I think(looked ahead to end)a great story either, but atmospheric and with a fine ear for talk. 2.Fr.Vinogradov remarks on the critique of Evdokimov on icons by Jacques Ellul (this entry is rapidly devolving into a 'talking heads' thing isn't it?). I find it on line Ellul's most, to my mind, effective point is this-- "This theology of the icon rests on a certain conception of the incarnation that utterly fails to take into account its unfulfilled aspect:the waiting and hope.". My response would be to regret the word 'utterly'--why could he not be satisfied to say 'perhaps risks to insufficiently take into account etc' and to wish that thoughts could be placed side by side(of course intent readers here if there are any will recall my preference for complementarity ,for allowing opposite statements to complete each other)rather than in either/or form. If he would say 'a somewhat romantic iconology like Evdokimov's risks, entirely contrary to its intent, to undervalue openness to the future, expectation and hope'...it might be better? 3.Whether or not icons are separate from 'art history' here is an image I like by Paul Klee, Magic Garden I will put it large here with such commentary as I find on line. ( Read more... )I would be happy for some other commentary from some reader here or from some writer to put more clearly what we like in this image. Perhaps it is essentially musical... 4.Here ,speaking of musical, is a Kandinsky I especially liked at the exhibit at the Guggenheim. Black Arch ( Read more... )Perhaps this time I do not feel an urge for interpretation or verbal appreciation. Is it that the arch seems a simpler image than the goblet or chalice at the center of the Garden? Today these, I think it can be enough, and as always invite all your response and am yours +Seraphim  . Magic Garden. Paul Klee. larger image within post.
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http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/gwendolynstrong/sqhS/~3/RXxlSGK-TBA/weekend-of-firsts.html Over the weekend Bill flew out to Virginia to attend the FightSMA board meeting. We have been working with this SMA organization for nearly a year and a half through our PetitionToCureSMA.com campaign and they are enormous advocates for the SMA Treatment Acceleration Act. Thanks to their tireless energy, perseverance, and constant meetings on Capitol Hill (armed with the petition data), we are truly hopeful this important bill will be passed this year! (Psssssst, please sign the PetitionToCureSMA.com if you haven't already!) It is an honor to be working even more closely with them now that Bill was invited to be a member of their Board of Directors. But, as much as he wanted to go, this was the first time Bill has been that far away from us since Gwendolyn's diagnosis. We were all nervous -- especially Bill. It was a big step for all of us, but a good one. While Daddy was away, Gwendolyn and I were busy bees. On Friday, I drove to Marina's house for a play date, which meant driving with Gwendolyn on the freeway for the first time by myself! On Saturday morning we went to Reese's birthday party, got to hang out with friends, play music, eat brightly colored cupcakes, and sing "Happy Birthday" to a very serious birthday girl! And on Sunday, Daalia came over for some morning coffee talk. Oh, and we practiced the power chair a lot! It was a fabulous weekend and thanks to the help of two wonderful ladies (E & D), I knew we'd be okay.    The second Bill walked through the door, Gwendolyn wanted nothing but Daddy hugs (Mom was chopped liver!), but I don't blame her -- he's pretty great!
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