Showing posts with label Tango. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tango. Show all posts

Friday, March 6, 2009

Beware the Ides of March & idle thoughts

Did this rune stone mark the final resting place of Fram the First?

This thrilling saga may end in Minnesota ....

Many people know the story of the Kensington Rune Stone. It was found in 1898 by a Swedish farmer, Olof Ohman, near Kensington, Minnesota, and is purported to be the record of a Scandinavian expedition from Vinland westward into the heartland of the American continent.

Here is a version of the generally accepted translation of the runes carved into this stone:

[we are] 8 Goths (Swedes) and 22 Norwegians on a journey of discovery from Vinland to the west we had camp by 2 skerries a day's trip north from this stone we went and fished one day after we came home we found men red with blood and dead. AVM save from evil have men at the sea to look after our ships 14 day's journey from this island year 1362

Here is a version of a newly-completed translation of the runes carved into this stone:

[we are] 8 Goths (Swedes) and 22 Norwegians on a journey of discovery from Vinnie's cabin after trying to sack Rome we had camp by 2 skerries a day's trip north from this stone we had fish fry and beach party one day after we came home we found Fram the First had been left behind with the Skraelings AVM save him from himself have men at the sea to look after our ships 14 day's journey from this island winning lottery number 1362

Now then. There are many who believe this stone to be genuine and many who do not. Needless to say, being directly descended from Fram the First, I have absolutely no doubt as to its authenticity. Just to engage in theory for a moment, perhaps the disappearance of Fram the First is directly related to the accounts of blue-eyed, blonde-haired, Mandan Native Americans. These accounts, of which there are a few, arose from the French fur traders who penetrated the region in the early 18th Century. Mandan "bull boats" and lodges have design similarities to Scandinavian counterparts. Just possibly, Fram the First was the first, and found eventual happiness with a Mandan bride along the banks of the Missouri River.

On a more ominous note, there has been speculation that the Kensingson Rune Stone was more than a simple message left for posterity. It might have been placed to mark the gravesite of Fram the First. Rumors surfacing around Norway a few years after the sack of Sarzana in Italy were that Fram the First met his end shortly before his 28th birthday while trying to lead his merry band of raiders home. The date, March 15, was suggested as his final day upon the surface of the earth and his first day beneath it. Even more chilling was the suggestion that he was assassinated by disgruntled Swedes, who wanted his gold and were jealous of his seafaring skills.

Furthermore, it is well known in literary circles that no less an author than William Shakespeare was aware of this tale regarding Fram the First's demise, and was torn about which assassination he would commit to writing: Fram's or Julius Caesar's, since they both happened on the Ides of March. We all know which death Shakespeare chose to memorialize in the end. Personally, I think Shakespeare made a bad decision.

Just as a precautionary move, we will continue to examine archaelogical and other records in case still more information might become available regarding the saga of Fram the First.

Random things about things ....

I carry two cell phones. (Sometimes, I forget to carry two cell phones.) One is for plain stuff, where the number is known to half the population between Canada and Mexico; one is for personal stuff, where the number is known to few. The one for plain stuff has a loud, straight ring. The one for personal stuff sings out, "Don’t Cry," by Guns n' Roses for its ring.

I stopped at a music store yesterday. I looked at and priced guitars. Man, that would be a kick. I'll see how I feel about it next fall when the November gales confine us seafarers to port. Other than for writing, I'm pretty much ambidextrous. From which side should I learn to play a guitar?

I have a friend who has been to 23 Bob Dylan concerts. She and her eventual husband followed him around the country the summer after they graduated from college, back in the 1990s, just to experience the event in different places. Such an adventure would be fun, wouldn't it? But, which band would be worth listening to that many times these days?

I am not looking to escape life, rather to throw a noose around it, gather it in, and put together the material for a new run at it. A thousand jobs in a thousand places will not happen, but there is every reason to roll the dice again and no reason not to.

I do want to learn how to do the Tango, and to do it with the right person, in the right place and with the right people on the floor doing it along side of us. No phonies allowed. A blogger in Poland who calls himself Epicurious wrote this a few days ago: "Dancing is the most intimate self-dialogue. When we dance, we drop our ego and freeze the moment of time to be in the now. We move to the rhythm of our heart while listening to the whispers of our soul." I think he got it exactly right.

Stepping up to the plate, in a manner of speaking, I began making a calendar. I have commitments I plan to keep in April, May and June, which means Independence Day would be a reasonable date to make a jump. That seems like a very long time from now, but at least the days are getting longer and the air warmer.

Music Note: Listening to Cream ....
Specifically, "Strange Brew / The Very Best of Cream" ....
("White Room" & "Sunshine of Your Love")

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Let's Tango, pay our taxes & keep on writing


I keep the dream in my pocket
Never let it fade away
Inside, outside
No loneliness in this dream

Lindsey Buckingham
Some lines from his song: "Tango in the Night"

Time to Tango .... the night away ....

One of my favorite movies is "Sunset." It is a fictional piece about Wyatt Earp and Tom Mix joining forces to fight evil in Hollywood, California, on the eve of the first-ever presentation of the Academy Awards. How could anyone ever beat that story line?

James Garner plays Wyatt, and Bruce Willis plays Tom. There are elements of truth here. A few years after Tombstone and the gunfight at the OK corral, Earp moved on to California where he and Mix, cowboy turned actor, became friends. Several years after that, Mix was a pallbearer at Earp's funeral.

I am not going to tell you every single reason why I am into this movie, but one reason is the Tango that Willis and actress Miranda Garrison perform during a scene set in a "south of the border-type" night club. Other than the pistol play (yeh, sure), I think that is the best part of the movie. I want to learn to Tango whenever I see the movie. This is coming from a guy who ordinarily needs two drinks before moving onto a dance floor. (The words, "fear nothing," do not apply to dancing.) And, put me down on your list of idiots, because I think there actually is something profound to the Tango. Something beyond sexy. Something beyond grace and beauty when danced by a couple who know what they are doing. I think this is one dance that does have a real story of its own to tell, and movements which reveal insight into the psyche of the dancers. I will now return to reality.

But first, sliding sideways for a moment .... I think a "south of the border-type" location is a place where I could live for a while. I like the people. I like the music. Its boxers are the toughest in the world. Tequila is not brandy, but it works. The climate usually is warm. There are places to explore and waters into which to toss a canoe. Just a thought.

Beware, the mean tax man cometh ....

I own three adjoining, platted lots totaling about four acres in another state. Saturday, I received the "real estate assessment notice" for 2009 in the mail. The assessed value, reads the notice, has "increased over last year's value by 142.86 percent."

These lots are woodland, with no buildings, no improvements (no water, no electricity) and can be reached only by traveling a non-maintained, private road. Yet, the value of these lots for tax purposes supposedly has increased nearly 150 percent in the span of only one year, while property values all around the country are slumping and the housing market is in a recession?

I think I will ask the county director of tax equalization there if he wants to buy these lots from me. This is not "the change" I wanted, and yes, I am being sarcastic. Very, very, very sarcastic.

Still cold outside, so why not write more?

Last night, it was three degrees Fahrenheit above zero at this time. This night, it is an even zero. Better yet, the cold is accompanied by a brisk breeze. You don't need to be a weatherman to know which way the snow is blowin'. Sorry. Sometimes I lose it.

I usually measure winter as existing from the first of November to the end of March. There is more to it than those months, of course, but that time frame holds the greatest measure of true winter around here. I have seen snow on Labor Day weekend and during the last week of May on the shores of Lake Superior. That is not common, but that is the way it is. Like it or leave it.

I am feeling lazy and relaxed tonight. As I have said before, when I began this blog my intent was to write at least a few words every day for the first 30 days, then slide into a "when I feel like it" pattern. I passed that mark, and might go for 60 consecutive days. Why? Because the wind still blows cold, I guess.

I would like to be reading more about other people's lives and learn about them, their likes, dislikes and backgrounds, than to be putting out all this stuff about me. However, I will continue to do it. I would hope the reason is obvious. I believe in two-way streets.

Music Note: Listening to Fleetwood Mac ....
Specifically, "Tango in the Night" ....

(This band is in the Twin Cities Tuesday)

Something special ....