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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.

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

No words, no music .... just a Monday view

9 comments:

Anita said...: Nice house and nice car:))))

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fuMo38g7P4I&feature=share&list=FLhrqNELvlceDus0CDQk_KSw

Greetings Norway!; October 22, 2013 at 10:35 AM
Fram Actual said...: Surprise .... two of them, actually. One for me in the form of a comment from you, Anita. It has been some time since your last. And, one for you in that I added a second photograph since you were here. I am not sure why I did add another, but now I have one looking at the house from the street and the one you saw, looking at the house from the neighbor's front yard.

After more than three months of waiting since the storm damaged the house, a crew finally arrived to reshingle the roof and the "barn" in the back yard. The garage door is new, too. I sort of like it.

Hopefully, before too long, new steel siding will be on the house, as well. The house will look no different really from what it does now, but the exterior will be new.

I followed your link and watched five of "your favorites." There, I saw birds which were totally unknown me, which, I guess, was still another surprise for me.

Thank you, Anita, for coming to visit me.; October 22, 2013 at 11:11 PM
A Cuban In London said...: Sometimes those are the best posts! :-)

Greetings from London.; October 25, 2013 at 5:10 PM
Dzjiedzjee said...: It looks like you're busy rebuilding or redecorating your home. I am curious about the results ;-)

Greetings to you from the Netherlands,
dzjiedzjee.blogspot.com; October 25, 2013 at 5:20 PM
Anita said...: Do you live there all alone?; October 25, 2013 at 7:58 PM
Fram Actual said...: Hmmmm .... I am uncertain if you are a critic or a comic today, CiL.

Either way, thank you, for the visit, and rest assured I will take your words under advisement and render a verdict in due course.; October 26, 2013 at 1:20 AM
Fram Actual said...: There would be no work in progress had it not been for storm damage in August, Gert Jan. I decided to toss several thousand dollars into repairs and renovation, hoping it will bring me a profit in the future.

I am putting new shingles and new steel siding, soffits and fascia on the house, getting a new garage door, and replacing the roof and other features on a screened patio in the back. And, my barn in the back yard has gotten new shingles and will be repainted. In reality, the house will look no different on the outside from its appearance now, but it will be completely new.

Thank you, for checking up on me.; October 26, 2013 at 1:25 AM
Fram Actual said...: By myself? All alone?

Well, sort of, but it depends upon if you count Ashley, the gardener; Denise, the chauffer; Roxie, the housekeeper; Sandy, the cook; and Tinkerbelle, my personal secretary.

Of course, I live alone, Anita. How else would a playboy live?

I am glad to see you here again.; October 26, 2013 at 1:30 AM
Anita said...: Hah hah :-) :-) :-) :-); October 26, 2013 at 8:41 AM

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.

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"

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Tuesday, October 22, 2013

No words, no music .... just a Monday view

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