Tuesday, December 29, 2009

On an island in Panama with family, resting and discovering similarities and differences
... like these boats cayucos, hand hewn from single logs...

and the front fence of the local police station with the rocks painted a defensive black.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Golden Straw Light
for Solstice
by Laurie Seeman

Friday, December 18, 2009

Two Views of Life...

Tuesday, December 15, 2009


The Hudson River today looking from Newburgh towards Beacon

Is this art or healing?

Sunday, December 13, 2009

In Delaware/Lenape Tradition: East is male, red, life, day, right-hand
West is female, black, death, night, left-hand


from Jung's Red Book

Saturday, December 12, 2009

THIS DECADE'S ILLNESS

TO SEE:
Onion Report

THIS WEEK'S BOOK



Medieval Technology and Social Change by Lynn White, Jr.
Examination of social changes as armed conflict shifted more to cavalry and hence the need for more land for to grow feed for horses... and more.
The point: we live in a very, very dynamic world. Snapshots of a the past are the best we can hope for and gawd help us if we use them as vision of the future.
I think McLuhan said: We look at the present in a rear view mirror

Wednesday, December 2, 2009


December 2, 2009

Just four months since the last tortured entry. What is a blog? Even with dear friends, smart friends, brilliant strangers, I get uneasy being escorted through their thoughts, arguments, wonderings, and analyses. I resist. I even resist my own blog--- just my turn to put the eye drops into someone else's eyes! Oh my gawd, even this is sounding like a BLOG! STOP

So, what I intend to do is
share ingredients. I find things.
I find references, quotes, words, images, videos... all of which have a charge of some sort. They are the atoms of the imagination. If I wait for them to all pair up into molecules, then into compounds and finally into Flubber, all that sweet early, primal charge will be gone. What a loss!

So. I'll use this blawg as a shoebox, refrigerator door, hydrator for charged particles of the Imagination, for me at least. If they have a buzz for you, good.

BOOKS
I'm rereading Sylvia Brinton Perera's Queen Maeve and Her Lovers: A Celtic Archetype of Ecstasy, Addiction, and Healing.
I'm revisiting Edmund Carpenter's work: Eskimo Realities, They Became What They Beheld and more.

WORDS/TERMS
Inherent Vice: The tendency of material to deteriorate due to the essential instability of the components or interaction among components

SOMETHING TO SEE
That SandFantasy You Tube