Thesis: To consider what the chance intersection of ideal beauty and intellectual confusion would mean in determining the fate of Earth. Phase 1: While touring San Francisco, I stayed at the Sir Francis Drake. The bartenders were adequate. Phase 2: I began a blog. I learned romance might exist, but depends upon whether a man and a woman can tread the maze individually and reach its center at the exact same instant in time. Phase 3: The center comes and goes as if it were a mirage.
Time passes by, and so do I as the "Interlude of May (Day)" ends. A pizza at Bellini and a Bloody Mary (or several) at the Malibu Bar, and the ropes are cut and the drift of the river takes control once again. Take care and stay safe, all of you who wander wherever life might lead. And now, let the new sojourn being with a pair of great songs from the best rock & roll band ever ....
Then again, I might have gone on ahead to rehearse for the summer season at the palace on the lake with its magnificent amphitheatre. You know how much I enjoy performing in that airy and watery setting, even though the audience might be few in number.
Or, perhaps, I have gone to open the summer palace. After all, the weather has been comfortable for the season, and it is never too early to walk in the gardens and to visualize how they will look in only a few more months when the flowers are in bloom and the birds are their freest.
Why, I am waiting for you in the throne room of the castle while critiquing our latest commission from Master Rembrandt. Where else would you expect me to be? What do you think?
A photograph from The Apartment window a few weeks ago, taken just minutes before 6:00 a.m. on a cold and beautiful and serene and memorable morning. Just then, within The Apartment itself, as illustrated in the art accompanying the exquisite music of the venerable Master Bach, time ceasedto exist. Do you understand me? Really? Can you believe me?
Bachelor of Arts with a double major in English (= literature) and history (= reality). Master of Arts in literature. Once upon a time, U.S. Marine Corps = Semper Fidelis. These things pretty much explain everything there is to know about me.
Other than that, ask, if you actually are curious .... I like to drift where the current takes me within this endless sea of blogs, read what others write in their blogs, observe, learn, question and, hopefully, understand, while offering a few comments of my own along the way .... by the way, the photo of me actually is me .... was me .... will be me .... hmmmm ....
Ponderings #38
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Debby had a post last month titled Shopping Spree. It’s an entertaining
story, so you should click over and read it. It got me to thinking about
our litigi...
Arao común (Uria aalge)
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Como todos los inviernos la bahía de Castro Urdiales se anima con la
presencia del *Arao común (Uria aalge)*, un placer ver como se sumerge y
"vuela" bajo...
Hin hih Her er vi igjen med disse småfuglene
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Jeg hadde hengt opp ett fuglehus og satt frem hjemmelaget mat
Det var en suksess
Her er Tre kry pren og Rødstrupen igjen
Asså de bryr seg slett ikke o...
¿Te vienes de biblioteca?
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Será el próximo jueves 17 de octubre a las 18:30 h. en la Biblioteca
Pública José Luis Sampedro.
C/ Felipe el Hermoso, 4 Chamberí (Madrid)
Metro Iglesia
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Taituroiva orava
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Orava (Sciurus vulgaris) Nähtävissä on että talviturkki alkanut
muuttua jo ruskeammansävyiseksi. Useita oravia on pihapiirin
lähettyvillä. Vauhdikasta m...
Time to Press 'Pause'
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I'm not quitting, just taking a break
In my natural habitat (photo by Deborah Jaffe)
I started this blog in June 2007. After an uncertain beginning, it pr...
Café Society / ФИЛЬМ "СВЕТСКАЯ ЖИЗНЬ" / ОТЗЫВ
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*Доброе утро, мои дорогие читатели!*
Как вы могли заметить, я вчера поменяла дизайн своего блога на новый
шаблон, который стал более удобным, простым и ла...
Blogini osoite ja nimi on muuttunut
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*Tervetuloa lukijaksi uuteen blogiini*
* te kaikki tämän vanhan blogin lukijat*
*sekä myös uudet lukijat.*
*Pääset tästä linkistä uuteen ➣ Kuvallista bl...
Le Lynx pardelle, Iberian lynx
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*Lynx pardelle*
Rien ne vaut la vision éphémère d’un Lynx en totale liberté dans son
environnement, une vision de rêve et le bonheur de pouvoir faire le ...
ArtHalle One Summer Show
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'Bucharest weather may be unpredictable,
but you can always rely on ArtHalle to bring the heat with our One Summer
Show.
F...
5 years ago
Romance, from Fram
I discovered Romance might yet exist, but it depends upon whether a man and a woman can tread the maze, individually, and reach its center at the same moment in time.
The Actual Instant of Love, from Fram
I am a jealous guy, of the sort John Lennon sang about. Any man who says he is not a jealous guy either has no genuine depth of feelings for the woman he is saying it about or is a liar. I can remember very distinctly, for example, when my feelings for my wife vanished. It happened in an instant. When love vanished, so did jealousy.
Actual love happens in an instant, I believe, although it does not always seem to be that way. I am not talking about "love at first sight," but, rather, "love at first instant." This means two people might have known each other for weeks, even for years, before the "instant" occurs. It comes with a single sentence spoken by one, or a single action taken by one, that strikes the other like lightning.
Affection grows; love is born. Love also disappears in an instant, I believe, although it does not always seem to happen that way. Incidental to my point, I do not believe in "love at first sight." That is no more than simple, physical or emotional attraction, which is the cause of countless and never-ending problems.
Happiness is momentary, from Fram
When I was age eighteen, a wise, old man of twenty-six told me that happiness is a momentary thing. It might last for minutes or days or weeks or, sometimes, even for a few years. But, like life itself, happiness is a transitory thing and, like fate, it is capricious. At some point along the road, I came to realize this wise, old man had been right.
The Three Sorts of Friends ....
Though friendships differ endless in degree, The sorts, methinks, may be reduced to three. Acquaintance many, and Conquaintance few; But for Inquaintance I know only two -- The friend I've mourned with, and the maid I woo!
Samuel Taylor Coleridge poet & philosopher Fragment 10: "The Three Sorts of Friends"
Time retains ....
Time retains its sacred right to meddle in each earthly affair. Still, time's unbounded power that makes a mountain crumble, moves seas, rotates a star, won't be enough to tear lovers apart: they are too naked, too embraced, too much like timid sparrows.
Old age is, in my book, the price that felons pay, so don't whine that it's steep: you'll stay young if you're good. Suffering doesn't insult the body. Death? It comes in your sleep, exactly as it should.
When it comes, you'll be dreaming that you don't need to breathe; that breathless silence is the music of the dark and it's part of the rhythm to vanish like a spark.
Wislawa Szymborska poet, essayist & translator Nobel Prize for Poetry 1996 "Entropy"
Yesterday is History ....
Yesterday is History, 'Tis so far away -- Yesterday is Poetry -- 'Tis Philosophy --
Yesterday is mystery -- Where it is Today While we shrewdly speculate Flutter both away.
Emily Dickinson poet "Yesterday is History"
Never the answers
The most interesting thing in the world is another human being who wonders, suffers and raises the questions that have bothered him to the last day of his life, knowing he will never get the answers.
Will Durant historian, philosopher, teacher
The equality of man
Those who hammer their guns into plows will plow for those who do not.
Thomas Jefferson president, patriot, free thinker
The audience
Better to write for yourself and have no public than to write for the public and have no self.
Cyril Connolly writer, editor, literary critic
I am free
I am free, no matter what rules surround me. If I find them tolerable, I tolerate them; if I find them too obnoxious, I break them. I am free because I know that I alone am morally responsible for everything I do. Robert Heinlein science fiction writer philosopher
Marine Corps Forever, from Fram
To all Marines, those among the dead, those who still live, those yet to be born: Semper Fidelis, to the end of time ....
Have gun .... will travel
Once upon a time: "She said, There is no reason ...."
Time & again ....
Time .... he's waiting in the wings .... he speaks of senseless things .... but, if you could heal a broken heart, wouldn't time be out to charm you?
Voluspo 28-29
Alone I sat when the Old One sought me .... The terror of gods, and gazed in mine eyes .... "What hast thou to ask? why comest thou hither? .... Othin, I know where thine eye is hidden" .... Deep in the wide-famed well of Mimir .... Mead from the pledge of Othin each morn .... Does Mimir drink: would you know yet more? ....
Time passes by, and so do I as the "Interlude of May (Day)" ends. A pizza at Bellini and a Bloody Mary (or several) at the Malibu Bar, and the ropes are cut and the drift of the river takes control once again. Take care and stay safe, all of you who wander wherever life might lead. And now, let the new sojourn being with a pair of great songs from the best rock & roll band ever ....
Then again, I might have gone on ahead to rehearse for the summer season at the palace on the lake with its magnificent amphitheatre. You know how much I enjoy performing in that airy and watery setting, even though the audience might be few in number.
Or, perhaps, I have gone to open the summer palace. After all, the weather has been comfortable for the season, and it is never too early to walk in the gardens and to visualize how they will look in only a few more months when the flowers are in bloom and the birds are their freest. 
Why, I am waiting for you in the throne room of the castle while critiquing our latest commission from Master Rembrandt. Where else would you expect me to be? What do you think?
A photograph from The Apartment window a few weeks ago, taken just minutes before 6:00 a.m. on a cold and beautiful and serene and memorable morning. Just then, within The Apartment itself, as illustrated in the art accompanying the exquisite music of the venerable Master Bach, time ceased to exist. Do you understand me? Really? Can you believe me?
