I had considered
writing here that this painting was done at my birthday party last year -- that
the man sitting at the table was me and that a group of well-wishers was
singing the "happy birthday song" to me .... but, I figured no one would believe
me, so why bother? Actually, the name of the painting is, "The Concert." It was
done in 1623 by a Dutchman, Gerard van Honthorst, whose nickname was Gherardo
delle Notti (Gerard of the nights) because of his frequent depiction of
artificially-lit scenes. If the style looks familiar, it might be because he
was influenced by one of my favored, the Italian master Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio. This painting is on display at the National Gallery of Art in Washington, D.C.
Today is my birthday ....
When I was a college boy, I occasionally told
girls I had been born in 1492. I picked that date because the year Christopher
Columbus arrived in the Americas was easy to remember. I think a few girls
actually believed me. I know there were a few nights when I actually believed
me .... hmmmm .... the beguiling power of Southern Comfort on a sandy, windswept
Lake Superior beach beneath a full moon ....
March is/will be a good month for me in a musical
sense .... in fact, the entire year is off to a good start in that regard: On
December 30, I saw the Trans-Siberian Orchestra in concert in Saint Paul. I am
counting that as my "January event." On February 22, I saw Robert Plant and his
Sensational Space Shifters band on stage, also in Saint Paul. On March 10, I
saw Uriah Heep perform in Minneapolis. On March 30, I will see a Nightwish performance
at the Myth Nightclub in Saint Paul.
I never have been to the Myth, but my understanding is that the capacity is about three thousand, five hundred, which suits me fine. Actually, I would rather attend smaller concerts -- the cozier, the better ....
I am an aficionado of Tarja Turnunen more than of the band itself, and Tarja has not been the vocalist since 2005. Nightwish without Tarja is not the
Nightwish I would prefer to see, but the world is aeons away from being perfect
and I seldom am at the right place at the right time. It sort of will be like
seeing Boston without Brad Delp or Deep Purple without Jon Lord, but a guy
takes what is available when it is available .... or whatever ....
The songs here today are three: Diana Ross, the prima
donna among all women in the musical world, from my point of view, singing,
"Touch Me in the Morning;" Johnny Cash, who lived a hard life, but by its end was
beloved by millions, singing the, "First Time Ever I Saw Your Face;" and George
Harrison, the "Hare Krishna" Beatle, singing one of his own compositions, "Here
Comes the Sun." It has been a long, long winter and I am ready for wind, water
and a golden tan from the sun ....
The title of this post came from the lyrics of
"Touch Me ...." The complete line is: "Wasn't it me who said that Nothing good's
gonna last forever?" Incidentally, I do not recall mentioning it at the time,
but I saw/heard Ms. Ross in Minneapolis last July. The show had an additional
benefit in the form of her daughter, Rhonda, being part of the performance.
So, back to my birthday .... hmmmm .... other than for that, it is/has
been/will be a rather quiet/routine/mundane day .... rock on, baby ....
25 comments:
I was going to turn off my computer when I noticed your post, Fram.
I began to read and couldn't stop.
Happy birthday, Fram!
Well, I believe that you were born in 1775, fought in the Continental army
and was very close to George Washington and general Nathanael Greene.
I figured out it long ago but kept it as a secret. Do you believe me?
I am joking, Fram. I am serious right now.
Oh, December, February and March are truly great for you in a musical sense. So many concerts. Very exciting.
About painting. It filled with music and life. It's not quiet, it's loud and gaily. Ant that is what I like about this painting.
The selection of music is excellent! Legendary well known singers are wonderful!
Fram, I wish everything you wish yourself. Be happy!!!
Sorry, I made a mistake. You were "born" in 1755. The American Revolution started somewhere around 1776, I believe.
Actually, you are partially correct, Kaya. I was, in (sort of) fact, born in 1776. It was Andy Jackson I stood shoulder-to-shoulder with down around New Orleans on January 8, 1815, and sent the redcoats skedaddling. That was in the War of 1812, you might recall. I also had the honor and the privilege of being "Old Andy's" second in a number of duels. All that aside ....
I cannot remember when I first became interested in time travel and all the affiliated concepts, but the tale about having been born in 1492 emerged from that side of my reading habits. I was familiar with a short story by Gerald Kersh entitled, "Whatever Happened to Corporal Cuckoo?"
It is a story about a man named Lecoq who was born in France in 1507 and severely wounded in the Battle of Turin in 1537. A doctor poured an elixir into the wound, which somehow gave Lecoq (by then renamed Lecocu) immortality. The setting of the story was aboard a ship during World War II, and Lecocu was by then a soldier named Corporal Cuckoo.
Thank you, Kaya, for the birthday wish and for your kind words and for your presence here. It has been a quiet day for me, and I hope it will remain that way. I am glad you liked the painting and enjoyed the music. Later ....
Happy birth day Fram!
Lovely post and music as always
Greetings💕💥💋🌹🐥🌸🌻🎂🥂🏖🎈🎁
Happy Birthday, Fram :-)
Funny I stopped by today. Was thinking of you. Must have been your Birthday that brought me here...cosmic connection.
I'm happy to hear you are enjoying life and attending many concerts! It always makes me feel young and free when I attend musical events...young, free and happy!
Well, I wish you all of life's best wishes and may your very best dreams come true this year!
Happy Birthday, Mr. Fram <3
Hugs,
Kelly
I am looking at the painting which accompanies the post .... and, I am beginning to wonder: Perhaps that actually is me seated at the table. The hair is a bit darker than mine, but that simply could be due to the lighting. The beard is a bit longer than mine, but I do vary it from time to time. I do prefer stringed instruments and I do like to dress in a colorful manner when I am out and about .... hmmmm .... something to think about, something to ponder ....
Both books have arrived: "An Old Captivity," by Nevil Shute, and, "Julius Winsome," by Gerard Donovan. A neighbor dropped them off. The package had been put in her mailbox by mistake. Mail delivery often is a problem here; last summer a package which obviously had been cut open arrived minus the book which had been ordered. The book never was found.
Did you notice the coincidence? That the name is Gerard both for the writer of the novel and for the artist who did the painting? I was chatting with a clerk in a store Friday afternoon. One of her son's birthdays also is March 16 .... I said that was a coincidence .... she said she believed it was Sigmund Freud who said there was no such thing as coincidences. I did a bit of research, and, evidently, she is correct.
Freud also said that the price for civilization is neurotic discontent. I think he was right about that, although I am not so sure he was right about coincidences.
By the way, about the two books .... I have one on my left side and one on my right side, and am debating which to read first. So far, I have done no more than skim both of them.
Hmmmm .... am I beginning to ramble aimlessly on, or what?
Thank you, Anita, for the birthday wish and for your presence here. I am glad you like the post and the music .... is there any one of the songs here that your prefer? You know me, always curious ....
Take care, and see you here and there ....
Kelly of California ....
I guess this disproves the old adage, "Out of sight, out of mind" .... at least, I hope it does. Or, just maybe, there really is a cosmic connection .... whatever the reason might be, I am very happy to see you here again.
I often wonder about you, Kelly .... how you are, how your children are, how your mother and sisters are, whether you have fallen prey to a judge or to an attorney or sailed off to Tahiti with your former husband or are still wandering free as a bird. What is Kelly doing, I ask myself .... is she happy, I wonder ....
Music is one of the best things about life and living, from my point of view. "Life is music," as I titled my March 5 post. I have been boasting that anyone with enough time and money could find a concert or a stage play or something equivalent to them to do in the Twin Cities seven nights a week for an entire lifetime. But, I suppose it is minor league here when compared to Los Angeles.
By the way, I wandered into some photographs of the Pfeiffer Beach Keyhole at Big Sur earlier today and my first thought was wondering if you ever had been there and seen it. It has the look of a neat place to visit. My second thought was a question: Are people permitted to "crawl" around in it/on it? Probably not. Government has a great talent at barring people from having fun under the guise of protecting them from injury.
It occurred to me today that I did not have a birthday cake for myself, so I went to a store and bought one .... a big, German chocolate cake. I usually cut an average size piece for myself, then a second piece, then, maybe, a third. This time I did not waste a single minute -- I immediately cut a quarter of the cake and I ate it .... yummy .... I think it might be approaching the time for another slice ....
Thank you, Kelly, for your birthday wishes and for your presence here. I am not certain I have any dreams left in me, but I will search both my heart and my spirit to ensure there is nothing neglected or forgotten. I do hope though, you will make your appearances here a bit more frequent so I know you are well and fine .....
I believe you have plenty of dreams left inside you, Fram. You have always been and always will be a dreamer. This I believe is true about you. I also was thinking that the painting reminded me of you, and in fact, in younger years could have been you :-)
Your post, true in Fram character as I know you. Even though we may add years to our lives, our core remains true. I believe sometimes we get lost for a bit, but if we take the time to be still we can find that long, lost soul of yesteryear. Thankfully this I find true and it always gives me hope.
The internet told me last I was here was two years ago. Time flies. I have been living happily, at least most of the time, in California. I do believe the people in my state have lost their minds and I do find California increasingly an intolerable place to live in many respects. The world is upside down.
My son has finally asked his beautiful girl to marry him! I adore her. She is smart, she is beautiful, she has a kind heart and she will be a wonderful wife and mother to my (hopefully) many grandchildren. He's having a big wedding (160 appx. people) this summer in Malibu at the Adamson Historic House on the beach. The grounds are gorgeous, the home and the beach are beautiful in that spot. It's very exciting and I am shopping for a, as my Judge friend says, "a Bomb Ass dress"! To the Minnesotian Fram, this means a gorgeously stunning dress. This is fun for me to shop for :-) I need to pick the Mother-Son dance song so I'm working on that too! It's all good and fun. His wedding is July 7, so it will be here before I know it.
I've got my mermaid fins on and I've been swimming every morning at 6:30 a.m. getting ready! I feel so good; it's like having a happy drug to start the day!
My daughter is still struggling but I work hard at even when keeping my serenity even when someone I love so dearly is troubled. As a mom, it is my greatest burden.
I still work at the Court with a nice Judge in Family Law. I am back in the valley and I really enjoy my work there.
I think one of my favorite parts of your response to me is about the cake. I laughed and I love that that you just said to heck with it and took what you wanted! Bravo! This is something we all need to do more of, just be ourselves and enjoy life and our cake!
Lastly, I have been to Big Sur many, many times and it is a gorgeous place. There is a tiny and rather treacherous stairway that leads down to the sea and it is worth the climb. The last part of the trail is merely a rope that you must traverse to get down on to the beach. It's worth every scary moment of the trek.
Climbing on the rocks? Haven't your heard, Fram, it's California, and it seems anything goes here these days! We climb all over whatever we please...free spirits of sorts, I suppose.
Stay well and Happy and Keep Playing Music...it is the heart and soul of this life we live!
Hugs to you, Fram <3
And PS: Happy St. Patrick's Day!
I see a typo..tsk tsk
I work hard at keeping my serenity...that's what I meant :-)
Love to you!
Kelly :-)
Hello and goodmorning Fram.
You ask me which one of the music videos I like..Of course it must Be "Here comes the sun little darling"
Its a beautiful beautiful spring song.
Since I am here once again I will write a longer respond..After all it has been your birthday(I have been busy at work)
So you have not started the good reads yet?I have read at least 3 books since that.It is the same which book you read first..After all you are going to read both.I have been reading "Out stealing horses "by Per Petterson.A very confusing book (but great)I had to have a pep talk with a reading group to understand the real meaning of it.Out stealing horses has a double meaning .Related to norwegianresistance in ww2 .Got several "aha" that was not beeing noticed reading.(So sometimes its worth to discuss a book)
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Chocolate cake
Hope you enjoyed it!!!
Chocolate cake-Cream cake I am not into that stuff(But love making )
Am not a sweet taster.Like much more spicy/ salty food like
tacos burritos wraps ect ect(Ehhh.. Well not so healthy so I have to have 3-4 fish dinners during week .Alex hate it though..Fish again !!!!!It stinks he says hah hah.
Well I have nothing more to say.--
I enjoyed your post and comments here.So happy you have good friends(Beautiful female intelligent friends)
I hope your son had a great day too.
Envy your upcoming concert with Nightwish is Tarja Turunen really going to be there???She left the group many years ago!!!I cant find a more extreme wonderful soprano female singer (beside Maria Callas)xxx
So now I think I have answered all the things I said to myself write to Fram..Ohh noo..The painting!!!Handsone guy yes!!(But I think Caravaggioi is better than Michelangelo.He did have a fascinating lifeline.I love beggers thiefs soldiers and men that do not fit in
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We have sunshine today - Will be licking sunrays at the balcony
Will have a blog post or two before Easter is coming
Anita
I cannot dispute your analysis, California Kelly, but I can say I am somewhat different/changed from the happy-go-lucky-yet-very-serious guy you once knew .... hmmmm ....
For one thing, I used to stay up most of the night drinking Benedictine, brandy, Southern Comfort and assorted other alcoholic beverages .... well, it has now been a bit more than a year since any form of liquor has touched my lips .... hmmmm ....
No, I did not get religion .... essentially, it was that I started "losing my edge" and I decided to take a break from liquor to discover if that made a difference. I do not think that it has, but, I guess, I still am thinking of it as an experiment .... one last, hmmmm ....
I also obtained a shelter dog about a year and one-half ago. I named him Buddy. Anything I do and everywhere I go now includes him.
I do have a few dreams yet, but they are gradually fading into the sunset due to disillusion and/or impracticality. For instance, why climb Mount Everest when you can pay someone to carry you up it? Why hike or sled to the North Pole when you can hire someone to fly you over it, parachute out, have the aircraft land, eat lunch and fly back to civilization? The age for genuine adventure has pretty much evolved into the age of stunts for thrills.
I knew it has been a long, long while since your last appearance here, but it surprises me that it has been two years. Time does fly, whether you are having fun or not. Most elected officials from California seem disconnected from reality to me. It literally amazes me when I encounter a gun lover or a conservative in California. I know they are there, but it would seem few ever are elected to office.
It is too bad Tara still is having difficulties. I understand how that must affect you .... all a parent can do is to keep trying and hoping eventually all will turn out well and fine for their children.
It sounds like you are absolutely thrilled about Ross. The name Tara is unique enough to stay in my mind, but the name "Ross" sort of drifts in and out. Anyway, I am more sure than unsure I remember your son's name correctly. Slap me if I made a mistake. Anyway, his marriage to a beautiful/intelligent/kind-hearted young lady should keep him happy and out of mischief. Is he still engaged in the world of banking?
I am afraid I have no suggestions to offer in regard to a Mother-Son dance song .... actually, I am afraid to suggest any .... but, as for the wedding dress, I am absolutely certain you will be gorgeously stunning in whatever dress you choose to wear.
It would seem work is going well for you, and you still are a certified, active mermaid. I used to say the only time I am up at 6:30 in the morning is if I am at a party .... that still is true. Although I cannot recall the last time I was at an all-night party, my custom has not changed and I like to sleep late .... very late .... I get my soundest sleep after sunrise. I am sure I told you I once took a scuba class at 7:30 in the morning during the winter. The only thing worse to me than getting up early in the morning is getting up early and leaping into the cold water of a swimming pool .... uffff ....
After today, there will be only one-quarter of the cake left .... and, that will be devoured around this time tomorrow.
So, someday, maybe, we can meet either in the keyhole or atop it .... I think I still can handle that, Kelly ....
Thank you, for your return visit to me here and for a well-written, informative note about the life and times of Kelly J. Call .... you always will own a piece of my heart and I wish only the best for you in every way .... later, mermaid girl ....
Morning for me has just conclued, Anita, so I will reply with good afternoon to you and I hope your evening will be pleasant. I think I will begin at the beginning of your comment and work my way through it.
"Here Comes the Sun," truly is a beautiful spring song. I have that kind of day here myself, but the weatherman is predicting another interlude of winter cold and snow Monday evening into Tuesday. There are times when it seems there is no escape from the clutches of winter.
I have been listening to a number of George Harrison and John Lennon songs lately. (No Paul McCartney or Ringo Starr stuff, though .... I do not care for their music.) I plan to use a Lennon piece or two with my next post, probably, "Gimme Some Truth," for instance. I think the lyrics are particularly meaningful today. Tricky Dick might be history, but Deceiving Don is climbing the same mountain at an ever-increasing pace.
No, I have not started either book. I have a habit of sitting down with a book and reading until I fall asleep or finish it. If I do not finish it, I go back to it as soon as I awaken and the cycle resumes. Obviously, this means I have little or no time for anything else until the book is finished -- and, that sort of makes a mess of my lifestyle. Some people can go back and forth between two or three books at the same time .... that does not work for me.
Yes, chocolate cake. That always has been my favorite. I usually go with German chocolate .... if there is such a thing as Norwegian chocolate cake, I have yet to discover it. Cake has moved into second place for me, though, behind pies. Banana cream is my absolute favorite, and I also favor apple and cherry. By the way, so far two pieces have been eaten and the cake is half gone .... it will be three-quarters gone before this day is finished.
I am with Alexander. I do not like any seafood other than shrimp. I probably would not survive long in Norway.
No, Tarja will not be part of the concert. If she were to be there, I am certain it would be advertised and would be held in a place like the Xcel Energy Center, which has a capacity of nearly nineteen thousand, rather than in the Myth Nightclub, with a capacity of about thirty-five hundred. Tarja has made only a few appearances with Nightwish -- such as at the Wacken Open Air festival in Germany -- since she and the band parted company in 2005.
It is a shame, I think. Tarja was Nightwish and Nightwish was Tarja.
Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio easily is among my favored artists, Anita .... not only because of the style and the quality of his paintings, but because of his way of living life as well. Caravaggio is to me like a contemporary of William Shakespeare, Christopher Marlowe, is to me -- Caravaggio a favorite as a painter; Marlowe a favorite as a playwright and a poet. There is enough of the romantic in to me to appreciate raw talent and a young death, which describes both men.
So, I am running out of strength to write more, Anita. Thank you, for your return visit to me here and for your well thought-out, well written comment. I do appreciate them and I am glad you enjoyed the post.
I will look forward to seeing your new posts. In that regard, I have one more partially written, but, beyond that -- the future remains a mystery cloaked in shadows .... see you here and there and among the stars ....
Olá Fram!
Parabéns pra você, nessa data querida, muitas felicidades, muitos anos de vida... Feliz Aniversário Fram!
Desejo que esta data se repita por muitos e muitos anos, e que nunca falte a esperança, o amor, a saúde e a paz. E lembre-se sempre, o importante não são a idade, os anos, mas sim a experiência, sabedoria, sonhos que foram sonhados e outros ainda não vividos. É mais um ano que você teve oportunidade de viver e por isso deve sentir gratidão. Sorria muito hoje, amanhã, depois e depois... Pois seu sorriso aquece corações como mais nada neste mundo consegue. E seja muito feliz, não só hoje, mas sempre e para sempre! Meus parabéns!
Fram, engraçado que ontem abri seu blog e não tinha atualização, só agora que vi que sua atualização é de sexta-feira... Desculpa por não ter vindo te dá os parabéns na sexta-feira.
Adorei essa pintura, embora ninguém possa acreditar que a música era cantada pra você, o importante é que você sonhou, imaginou o momento, e quem sonha vive o momento...
Pelo visto março foi um excelente mês no sentido musical. Espero que os próximos meses sejam ainda melhor.
Sua musica escolhida são muito boa.
Gosto de Diana Ross, Johnny Cash e George Harrison. São muito bons os três. Mais a música de George Harrison é uma das melhores.
Eu passei meio que rápida, mais volto pra reler com mais calma.
Feliz aniversário!
Estou enviando sorrisos no brilho de uma estrela.
Até mais Fram!
Well, this makes me even happier that you are taking care of your health and abstaining from alcohol. I think I would like this sensible Fram even better! I am happy for you and this good news😀my son is Ryan...good Irish name...and yes, he is. CPA and the big boss at his company now! He is a wonderful son to me and brings me great happiness! He still has a penchant for fast cars and motorcycles but you know what they say, Live and let live! And mostly he is safe. His fiancée is the head of the City of Santa Monica Safety Division so she keeps him in line😀. At family gatherings she is always telling me to tie my shoes to the bedposts so I am ready for an earthquake...(smiling) Life is funny, isn’t it?
Had I been born four minutes and one second earlier, Smareis, my birth would have been on the Ides of March .... and, you know what is said about that day: Beware the Ides of March. I suppose it is possible that particular message was meant only for Julius Caesar, but I am fortunate that I do not have those words echoing in the back of my mind. I am not only curious, but also superstitious, you know ....
Yes, I hear and I understand what you are saying, and the older I get the more grateful I am for each day I have for walking upon the surface of this earth. Each day, I look at the sky and the trees and the life around me, and hope it will not be the last time I see any of it.
Do not feel badly that you arrived a bit late for my birthday. Your birthday wish counts just as much to me today as it would have on the actual day. I simply am pleased that you arrived when you did to convey your birthday greetings .... which reminds me .... I do not know the day of your birth .... I hope you will tell me ....
As for music, I do hope to attend at least one concert each month this year .... I am entering into a sort of "now or never mode" in regard to music. As for Ross/Cash/Harrison, I already am looking for music for my next post. I know I will have a song by John Lennon in exchange for Harrison, but I cannot decide who might take the place of Ross and Cash .... hmmmm .... no one, maybe .... something to think about ....
As for the painting, yes, I love it, too, and I really am not so sure it was not me there, back then, in that time, who Gerard von Honthorst was recording on canvas. I never am sure where reality lies, awake in this world or asleep in a dream, somewhere in the past or in the future = curious/superstitious/lost in time ....
So, Smareis, thank you, for coming to visit me here and for your comment and for your birthday wish to me and, most of all, for your smile .... see you somewhere in time ....
I apologize for having Ryan's name wrong .... I often brag about my memory -- and, it really has been terrific over the years -- but, that is one element I was thinking of when I wrote, "losing my edge."
Other than heavy smoking and heavy drinking, I always have been relatively conscientious about my health .... running and exercising, careful about diet .... but, then again, the years do accumulate and certain other elements of my lifestyle also have taken a toll.
Ryan and I have one thing in common for sure .... fast cars. I gave up motorcycles years ago because I figured sooner or later I would kill or cripple myself on one .... especially with my "taste" for a saloon lifestyle. My former wife has told me she is afraid of riding with me because of my "speed racer" habit of driving. Well, anyway .... there I go, trying to appear both "safe and sane" and "macho" in the same breath .... pretty guy-typical, hah?
It is cool that Ryan has a girlfriend and soon-to-be wife who sort of keeps the reins on him, while allowing him to live his own life. More couples need to be that way with each other, I think ....
Life is many things, including funny .... no doubt about it .... ironic?
Once more, I am sorry about my confusion regarding Ryan's name, and I am happy you found your way back here, Kelly .... thank you, for thinking of me and for being Kelly ....
Então Fram, por pouco você nascia no dia 15 de março. Tem cuidado com os idos de março. Sorrindo... Você é mesmo supersticioso, penso que o ser humano carrega um pouco dessa coisa de estar ligado em certas superstições.
Júlio César foi avisado pelos adivinhos para “ter cuidado com a metade de março”. Portanto não prestou muita atenção no aviso e foi esfaqueado por Marcus Brutus e outros no dia 15 de março. No mundo da politica, do poder, tudo pode acontecer, Júlio César foi dos maiores chefes militares de toda a História, talvez tenha pensado que ninguém o faria mal a ele, subestimou demais seus adversários, esqueceu de prestar atenção nos seus supostos "amigos" e concorrentes. Com o excesso de poder acumulado em suas mãos, acabou criando inimizades, e desprezava toda e qualquer crítica ou advertência. Foi morto por haver desapoiado a opinião dos seus concorrentes. Supõe-se que seus assassinos não tinham apenas motivos políticos, como também agiram por inveja e orgulho ferido.
O Ides palavra que foi muito usada no calendário romano hoje indica exclusivamente o dia 15 de março e nada mais. Sei que muitas pessoas acreditam em adivinhação. Pra ser sincera, não acredito nessas de adivinhação, superstição, são meio curiosas essas mensagens particulares, não dou muito crédito a isso... Eu sou de prestar atenção em tudo ao meu redor, em pessoas, e, sobretudo quando tenho sonhos enquanto durmo especialmente se forem pesadelos. O que acontece no seu dia a dia reflete diretamente no seu sonho.
Eu ainda não sei o porquê, mais eu gosto do dia 15 de março. Minha mãe é do dia 13 de março. Meu pai é do dia 15 de julho. Eu sou do dia 05 de dezembro. Eu penso que cada mês tem algo pra nos ensinar.
Quanto à pintura escolhida por você, eu achei muito bonita. Eu gosto muito das pinturas do Gerard van Honthorst, tem uma que certa vez usei numa mensagem de Natal, acho que em minha opinião é uma das mais bonitas, muito bem ilustrada.Jesus na manjedoura .
Pois é, se fosse você na pintura do Gerard van Honthorst, eu não teria tido o prazer de conhecer seu blog, e poder ler seus pensamentos, seus escritos. Sei que se nada passasse não haveria tempo passado, se nada viesse a ser não haveria tempo futuro, se nada estivesse sendo agora não haveria tempo presente. Talvez seja mais exato dizer: O presente do passado, o presente do presente e o presente do futuro.
Fram foi bom estar de volta te relendo mais um pouco e ouvindo a suas canções.
Boa semana pra você cheia de coisas boas.
Um punhado de sorrisos.
I just found your comment, Smareis. I wish to write a reply, but at the moment my mind is an endless maze and I need sleep more than anything, so I will return later and write more .... in the meanwhile, thank you -- for your presence, for your note, for your smile ....
Late birthday I congratulate you for Fram! 🌹
Happiness fills for years, that life.
Painting is a nice feeling of being together.
Wonderfully colorful and tasty.
I was enjoying listening to music. Thank you!
I added George Harrison's music listening to my list.
Spring arrived here this morning with overcast skies and light (so far, at least) snow falling .... this might be the start of another year without a summer .... sure hope not ....
We have a bit of a misunderstanding here, Smareis .... I was born at four minutes after midnight -- hence, I missed the Ides of March by four minutes and one second and was born on March 16. But, yes, I am superstitious. I think everyone is to one degree or another, even those who deny it.
Pride often is cited as the seventh "deadly sin." Personally, I believe it should rank higher on the list, certainly ahead of gluttony and sloth. Actually, when I really, really think about it, I believe only lust and greed should rank higher than pride, and, ultimately, that is what killed Julius Caesar -- his own pride. He could not accept the concept that his compatriots might kill him, and ignored the warning of not to go to the Senate. I think you were saying the same thing, Smareis: ".... perhaps he thought that no one would do him harm .... he was killed for having discarded the opinion of his competitors ...."
I sometimes ignore warnings, but that is when my mood is warlike and I think of warnings as a dare. That is the nature of my pride .... or, maybe, of my self-confidence .... or, maybe, of my arrogance. My history includes occasions in which I accepted a dare -- some from other people, some from myself. I do like to tempt fate .... so far, so good ....
Thank you, for telling me your birthday. I will sing happy birthday to you next December 5.
Just so you know if you wish to, my father was born on April 16 and died on March 17; my mother was born on January 13 and died on September 22. My son was born on March 5, my oldest daughter on July 28 and my youngest girl on September 1.
I think I will look for more of Gerard van Honthorst's paintings now. I cannot recall the Christmas piece, but, perhaps, I will recognize it when I see it.
Remote as the possibility might be, I do not completely rule out the chance that I might have been the man in van Honthorst's painting as well as the man here, typing this note at this moment in time.
As a skeptic / a rationalist / an empiricist, I cannot accept the reality of reincarnation, but as a dreamer / a romantic / an optimist, I cannot absolutely rule out that it does not occur. That, essentially, is how I view religion, as well. I suppose, in reality, I am mostly curious and hoping I will have some sort of awareness when I do cross over to the other side and that there will be something there so my spirit is able to continue to exist.
I would hate to realize that this life is all there is to our existence. As William Shakespeare said through the voice of Macbeth: "Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
Of course, if dead is dead, then I would never know it ....
I do like your thought, Smareis, that: "The present of the past, the present of the present and the present of the future."
Like you, I also always am trying to pay attention to "everything around me" in people and in my surroundings. Those traits, for me, evolved as a hunter and as a Marine. And, I agree with you that "what happens in your daily life reflects directly in your dream." My nightmares are few, but when I have one, it usually involves danger to those I love. I have gained an ability to realize such events are dreams and to immediately wake up .... so, none of them ever have an actual ending.
There is more I would like to write, but I will save that for another moment in time -- for the future, I guess. Again, I thank you, Smareis, for coming, for writing your thoughts, for your smile .... you are a very special person and I value having you in my life ....
The fact that you have arrived is all that matters, Liplatus. Thank you, for the birthday greeting ....
Yes, the painting conveys joy and happiness. I think the concept/reflection of music in the piece is a significant part of the mood it expresses.
Of the Beatles, John Lennon and Paul McCartney get nearly all of the attention and most of the acclaim. My favorite is George Harrison. He seems to be both the simplest and the most complex member of the group (however that might be possible within one person), certainly the gentlest and the most caring/considerate.
Thank you once more, Liplatus, for your visit to me here and for your comment. I have noticed that you have a new post, and I will be there before long .... this is sort of a "catch-up day" for me and I need to quicken my pace ....
Aqui chegou o outono com calor sufocante de 39 graus e muita chuva em alguns Estados do Brasil. Não vejo a hora desse calor diminuir um pouco... Estou com saudades de uma tarde fresca com ventos gelados e muitas roupas e muito cobertores. Melhor estação do ano pra tudo, inclusive pra observar o céu. Amo o outono!
Fram, entendi o que você diz a respeito do dia do seu nascimento. Nasceu aos quatro minutos depois da meia-noite - por isso, perdeu os idos de março.
Sobre o orgulho, realmente foi o que aconteceu com o Júlio Cesar. A pessoa se fecha em sua verdade, se tranca em sua visão de mundo e vai a todo vapor, não há quem a esclareça, não há quem tire dela a ideia de agir de maneira diferente. Essa sensação de superioridade que o orgulho causa é embriagador faz a pessoa pensar que o mundo gira em torno dela e todos são seus súditos. Às vezes penso que o orgulho é uma praga disfarçada que navega pela terra. É o que mais cega. Uma pessoa orgulhosa mostra altivez, soberba, vaidade, arrogância, podendo mesmo revelar desprezo em relação à outra pessoa. Agora a humildade é sem dúvida a virtude das virtudes. É a postura que nos torna humanos e verdadeiramente fortes.
Eu estava dizendo a mesma coisa, que talvez Júlio Cesar pensasse que ninguém faria mal a ele, ignorou o aviso de não ir ao Senado.
Eu sempre estou ligada em avisos quando alguém me fala que tal lugar é perigoso, cuidado quando passar por lá. Cuidado quando dirigir em tal lugar, cuidado com tal pessoa. Cuidado, por ali é perigoso etc e tal.
Coloquei o link da imagem de Gerard van Honthorst sobre o Natal aqui pra você ver. Jesus na manjedoura
Curiosos à data de nascimento e morte do seu pai. Bem perto o dia um do outro.
Depois que perdi tantas pessoas importantes na minha vida, fiquei muito sensível a perdas. Mesmo sabendo que um dia a vida acaba a gente nunca está preparado para perder alguém.
Meus dois filhos são do mês de junho. Dia 11 e dia 28. Sabe que eu gostaria de ter nascido no mês de junho também. Mais minha data especial foi 05 de dezembro, gosto também.
Sobre reencarnação deixo pra falar outro dia, outra hora...
Por hoje e só Fram, hoje o sono me pegou...
Continuação de boa semana!
Obrigada pelas palavras sempre tão especiais.
Muitos sorrisos pra você!
Até Fram!
The Perseids of July and August and the Leonids of November usually provide the best meteor showers for viewing in this neck of the woods, Smareis. I enjoy them, and sometimes try counting the meteors, but, one person cannot see all that is occurring in the heavens. As for the weather, neither of the times really suit my taste.
For me, life is a balancing act on a tightrope of sorts. Lean too far one way, and you fall; lean too far another way, and you fall. Sometimes I tip a bit one way or another, but, so far, I have not fallen. I do agree with you about pride. I think it is a curse, but walking a line between self-confidence and arrogance is not always easy and takes a great deal of self-discipline.
At the risk of sounding chauvinistic, I think it is especially wise for women to take care in regard to where they are and who they are with. I always have said I never walk into a bar/saloon without realizing I could be in a fight before I walk out; I think women should have the same attitude, but more in line with possibly encountering sexual aggression, and take appropriate precautions. I could tell you some "interesting" stories from my Marine Corps days in regard to bar/saloon incidents.
I recognized the Gerard van Honthorst painting the moment I saw it. Yes, it is beautiful and wonderful.
My parents were divorced, and in my memory I only saw my father three times -- once when I was about four or five, once when I was about fourteen or fifteen and once when I was twenty-two. We did not live in the same town, either, which meant I never encountered him anywhere. He had a reputation as a heavy drinker and a fearsome fighter, and I was aware of those factors. I met the bouncer at an area nightclub and when he learned my name, he told me some stories about my father and said the only man he would be afraid to fight was him.
The last time I saw my father was toward the end of November, and I spent the better part of a day with him and his second wife. He seemed well and healthy then, but by the middle of the next March he was dead. I was out of Minnesota -- out of the country, as a matter of fact -- and in a situation where I could not be reached by telephone. My grandmother sent me a letter to tell me he had died in Saint Mary's Hospital in Rochester, Minnesota, a hospital affiliated with the Mayo Clinic. The letter did not reach me until after his funeral and burial. He was fifty-one years old -- a month away from his next birthday. So, that is a brief account of my relationship with my father.
As the English poet John Donne wrote: ".... Any man's death diminishes me, Because I am involved in mankind, And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls or thee ...."
But, yes, the closer we are to someone, the more the death affects us ....
Thank you, Smareis, for telling me your birthday and those of your children. I cannot help but favor the month of March since it is my birth month and the birth month of my son. My two best friends and hunting companions during high school also were born in March, one of them, like me, on March 16. I now will add the months of December and June to my favored months.
We should trade locations for a few days. It is possible another six inches of snow will arrive Saturday night into Sunday, and I am past the stage of life where I enjoy snowball fights. I think, perhaps, you would enjoy both the colder temperature and the snow.
Take care and stay safe, Smareis. Thank you, for your smile. It is like the sun on a winter day to me .... I can feel it on my face .... I think of you ....
Você teve pouca ligação com seu pai, deve ter sido difícil pra você não ter tido muito contato com ele quando era criança. Meu pai sempre foi muito rude, severo e autoritário, mais era um bom pai na medida do possível. Minha mãe era um anjo em pessoa. Perdi meus pais num intervalo de seis meses um do outro. Ficou um vazio em mim que jamais serão preenchidos. Perder uma pessoa querida assim, tão de repente, nos traz uma dor enorme para dentro do peito, e ficamos com a ideia que nunca mais seremos os mesmos.
Pelo jeito vai chegar muita neve por ai? Você precisa trocar de lugar sempre que chega muita neve? Aqui é o contrário, é quando chega muita chuva.
Deve ser bem interessante esse jogo de lutas de bolas de neve. Essa é vantagem de você morar onde tem neve. Nós brasileiros já estamos tão acostumados com temperaturas altas, que se fosse para um lugar onde só tem frio o organismo vai adoecer. O inverno por aqui sempre chega trazendo muitas gripes e outras doenças ligadas ao inverno.
Um bom fim de semana!
Até mais!...
Sorrisos!
There are both advantages and disadvantages to growing up without a father in a child's life. I spent the first eighteen years of my life in a small, agricultural community, so there were not many children in the situation I was, but there were a few. My grandfather and my grandmother's brother provided role models to emulate, which helped. I suppose I was a bit jealous of boys who had fathers in the home.
I cannot imagine how your life must have been, Smareis. I was an adult before anyone close to me died, and it was years before the loss really struck me and emptied me in a sense. Some deaths still haunt me, in a manner of speaking .... what I mean is that there are times, for one reason or another, I will begin to think about a particular death and dwell on it for a matter of hours, or even days ....
The latest forecast is for eight or nine inches of snow. Often, it is not possible to know how much snow will come until it has come and is over. Even in a small town, there were enough boys to form two groups to engage in "snowball warfare." About the time we were becoming teenagers, we were "graduating" to organized sports in schools and leaving the snowball "battlefields" to the "little kids" .... one generation passes on to the next ....
When I move from a "hot" climate to a "cold" climate, and vise versa, it usually takes two or three years for my body to make the adjustment. Since becoming an adult, I have been fortunate in that I usually ignore any health/medical problems and do not slow down and work right through the situation with no ill-effects/after-effects. In fact, I frequently say I have "health-luck."
So, Smareis, I thank you once more for coming and for writing and for your smile, and I wish you only the best in life .... later ....
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