Happy Saturday Evening, my Awesome Trail-Blazing Darling! I hope you had a successful photo adventure this afternoon, and knowing you, it is virtually a certainty that you did. I was on a photo adventure of a different kind, perusing the 1500+ photos on my digital photo card. It was supposed to hold 2000 pics, but just the other day it said "memory full" after about 1500. Good grief, that sure shows the carefree nature of digital photography. When I was using film, I might have taken 100-200 photos a year, and you had to make every one count. But when I got my new cam in June of last year, I saw how easy it is to just click away. So, I filled up the card, and I was going through the pics to see which ones to keep and which to delete. I'm not much of a deleter, for two reasons; once you delete, you can't get it back, and also, photo cards aren't expensive, might as well just buy a new one. Still, there have been some shots which are near duplicates of others, or poorly focused or exposed. A few I just plain didn't like. And also, it's a first run-through. Maybe I will delete more after I go through 'em again a few times. But I don't know if I will because it takes forever, lol! Right now, though, I think I freed up about 50-100 shots on the card, which will last me a couple shoots. And, I am gonna do what I am always suggesting for you to do - but that I have been putting off myself - and that is to go to FedEx Kinkos and use their Sony printer to make prints of all my best pics from the past year. Then I will put 'em in a photo album, just like with my film photos! I love photo albums.......
Well, I am gonna go on my walk now, try to catch the sun going down. It was super-duper hot and muggy yet again today, so I didn't go out, except to walk over to the Redbox at 7-11 across the street to rent a movie : "Amour". It won the Palm d' Or at Cannes, and also best foreign film at the Oscars, so I figured "what the heck". But it was unrelentingly grim. It was made by Michael Haneke, so I should have known. His movies are always well made, and this was no exception. The acting was great, too. It's just that the story was pretty depressing. I won't ruin it in case you ever see it, and it is a good film, but.........like I said on FB, bring on the Three Stooges!
Well, I am enjoying my day off, and I have two more to go. Vickie didn't come over because of the heat, so I just slept in and chilled. Played a lot of guitar, too. Let's both have a blast all weekend, then bring on September! One of the best months, in my opinion.........(school notwithstanding).
Now I am gonna go on my walk, but I wanted to tell you how much I love you. This morning I was thinking once again of what a Miracle we have had come into our lives. The way we met, the way we instantly connected. And all the special little things that have happened along the way.
I always say "Thank You, Lord, for this Blessing. Thank You for Elizabeth".
I Love You, my Angel. :):)
(back in a while)
11pm : In my book, Dr. Farrell is getting way out there now, examining the writings of this professor, Ernest McClain, who was so into number theories as they related to music, that he theorised that the Bible was really a series of deeply encoded allegories alluding to Mesopotamian numerology as it related to musical tones.
Extremely far out stuff, I realise. The book, "Grid Of The Gods", has it's own theory : that all of these ancient structures, and apparently there are more than 50,000 of them worldwide, pyramids, ziggurats, temples, henges, etc. , were part of a machine, and this machine - a worldwide machine - operated through the transference of universal energy waves, through geodetic Earth waves, and down to the quantum level of atomic waves. Everything was balanced by the shape of the structures, and each had a specific function. The pyramids, for instance, may have acted as antennae to receive cosmic energy, or as radiators, outwardly, of Earth energy. Temples such as the Parthenon may have, due to the shape and placement of their columns, served as receivers of radio communication energy, so that groups of people gathered inside could commune with another entity. Perhaps the entirety of this machine was a God machine? Not in the sense of the unknowable, but very real, God Who Created The Universe, but more in the sense of the mythological "gods" who helped mankind to evolve.
I do not know, but I think the evidence is pointing in the direction of a people who came before us who were incredibly sophisticated. Not in the material sense, perhaps. They didn't have the manufacturing sophistication of modern man. But they did have an ability to understand and communicate with the outer world, the world beyond Earth, that we are only beginning to understand.
I find the idea of numbers phenomenal, from what I am reading, because here you have the ancients - and by all accounts they were not nearly as sophisticated in material construction as we are, nor in the synthesis of building materials. We have freeways and skyscrapers, they - at best - had marble temples (and not extensively), and rudimentary streets, plumbing and housing. They had some stadiums, but no electricty.
So one wonders, even with their very advanced knowledge of mathematics, how they were able to compute the ratios of numbers that led to these harmonic wave balances? How did they know where to place their pyramids, how to shape their stone circles, and most importantly - how did they know the numerology of the Earth, it's size, mass, distance from planets, the Sun and other stars?
The answer, I think, lies in the probability that they had help in securing an ancient primary knowledge, and this help came from a more sophisticated people, ones who may have visited Earth for a time, to help humanity up on it's feet.
The paradox is that the Ancients, though competent in their time as builders, still basically lived in rough-hewn structures, and had rudimentary societies (open, basic marketplaces, etc.)
Modern man has extremely sophisticated building capability, and is designing ever more exotic electronics and synthetics. (Modern man doesn't know when to quit, or how to conserve, or the proper direction to take in many ways, but that is another story).
But getting back to the paradox, the ancients had not nearly our capacity for creating "built systems" of efficiency. And yet they apparently had a worldwide "conciousness machine", a network of pyramids and other amazing structures that we could never duplicate , were we to try, using what we perceive to have been their available labor and level of technology. Remember that we in the 21st century have handed the ball off to scientists who, with only a couple hundred years of study have come to "conclusions" about the ancient world that may look ridiculous in the future. For instance, the conclusion that the pyramids were constructed by thousands of slaves dragging enormous blocks of stone up ramps tens of stories in the air..........this is the kind of "research" we are entrusting our written history to, and it is time to look at other, more probable, possibilities.
We have our sophistication, and the Ancients had theirs, but it seems - and the evidence shows - that theirs was built on a deep understanding of some harmonic energy communication system. And we, as modern man, have learned at this late date that sound may be the most powerful physical force in the universe. Sound is the Creation Wave, the wave that moves Idea through the Nothingness of the aether. That's why sound, and it's resultant refinement, over time, in language and music, makes us feel such a connection to.........that which we desire to understand .
Getting down to the basics of numerology, all of these numbers represented the way in which Universal matter interrelated to the Human Spirit. In Nature (which is matter), all functions take care of themselves. Numbers are not important in nature, or to nature.
Numbers are only important to human beings, to help them to exist in the material world.
Reading what I've been reading lately, I think that the Ancients had help in understanding numbers and measurement, and in building their worldwide machine of 50,000 structures. This help was given to them to take them out of hunter-gathering, and to preserve a knowledge that was nearly lost.
Look to Mars for possible answers. There are structures there that resemble the pyramids of Earth.
Communication systems between two planets? Maybe so.
That's all I know for tonight, Awesome Lady.
I Love You and will see you in the morn. Sweet Dreams! :):)
Saturday, August 31, 2013
Friday, August 30, 2013
Rooftops (more added)
Hey World!! I Love My Baby!! She is Awesome!! (I had to shout it from the rooftops!)....... :)
Happy Friday Evening, my Darling, and Happy Labor Day Weekend. I am getting home a few minutes late, and it's a good thing I ate because you would have made me really hungry looking at those flags. I could pretty much eat any one of 'em, or all of 'em given enough time. Tonight though, Pearl had yet another birthday celebration, and a gentleman who used to live at her house brought over a large pizza with everything, so I had a few pieces.
You know I could live off pizza.......I told you that, right? (Yeah, I know....."join the club, Ad").
Also, our tomatoes are ripening. I told you we are growing tomatoes, didn't I? Well, several are turning red now, so I brought one home and will try it later tonight. Another thing I could live off of is spaghetti, and when we get enough tomatoes, I am gonna make some spaghetti sauce, just like I used to back in the late 80s/early 90s when we lived in our Rathburn Street house and I had my backyard garden. In Labor Days past, we would always have a barbeque, too, and I sure miss 'em, even though I don't eat much meat anymore. But - you can still grill fish, and all kinds of veggies too. It's the fun and camaraderie of the barbeque that I miss the most.
Between your food flags and the pizza, I've got food on the brain. So, I had better go for my walk! It was another 100+ degree day, but I guess I don't mind. And it's cooling now and turning purple/black. I have a cricket inside my apartment and he is driving me nuts. He is waaaay back in a cupboard, in some nook & cranny, and every time he hears me approach - or open the cupboard door - he stops cricketing. But then as soon as I go back to whatever I was doing, he starts up again. I will have to Google "life span of a cricket". Or maybe he'll get bored and move back outside.
I'll be back later to write some more. I hope you had an awesome day. I Love You!! (rooftops again).
:):)
(back in a little while)
10:50pm : You posted this morning about the Hmong language and the signification of tone, as represented by the final letter in a given word. That is fascinating, as you said, and for me it is fascinating because I am reading so much, in Farrell, about tone and oscillation in music, and I am reading about the writings of a musicologist named Ernest G. McClain, who taught at Northwestern and wrote some very important books on the history of music, and tonality, and why eventually twelve tones were "tempered" (artificially tuned) to represent and interact with the twelve houses of the Zodiac. It's really interesting, the relationship between oscillation and tone, and just now I find myself having to look up the difference between oscillation and vibration. In music, it is all very mathematical - at least for the musical theorists - and in the writings of Farrell (especially in "Grid Of The Gods") he ties it in to the Mesopotamian sexagesimal counting system, and concepts like "male" and "female" tonalities in the diatonic musical scale
It's very complicated stuff, and probably more thrilling to people who are really into numerology (which I am sure is awesome), but being a Big Picture person, I am always interested in the "why" of things, and I wonder "why" the Mesopotamians would feel the need to tune (or "temper") stringed instruments to 12 harmonically compatible tones, just because they observed astronomical precession (the turning of the constellations) in the night sky.
I think there has got to be more to it than that. I wonder why the number 6 was arrived at, as a generator. And I wonder why musical instrument vibrations were harmonically tuned to the observed motion of constellations. There has got to be a reason besides the simplistic idea that each harmonic "represented" a Zodiacal house. No, when you look at the entirety of the evidence in the ancient world, in advanced civilizations, a great importance was placed on proper and exact vibrations , and the mathematics involved were merely a numerical representation of the sounds, a way to write them down and remember them. And there was a reason to remember the sounds. So there must have been a function .
Just as in language there was a reason we evolved from grunting. And the reason had to do with something much more than just efficiancy. Efficiancy was part of it - to make communication - and therefore tasks - much easier, but there was also a function to the development of language besides just making human survival/cooperation easier.
And that function, I believe, had to do with the tonality of the language, for that is where the communication represents the emotion, just as the tones do in music.
Why did language develop? The real question is, did it develop? Did it develop, ever so gradually, or was some type of programming involved? Why did so many (we are talking hundreds) of languages develop on a single planet, which after all is not that large? And why the diversity in sounds, in tones, in oscillations? Why did the Mesopotamians, and later the Greeks, seek to mathematesize (I coined a word) tonality? And why did they coordinate that tonal mathematics to astronomy?
What is the common factor between musical tonality and lingual tonality?
I find all of these subjects fascinating because it blows my mind that they say ("they" being those who have studied such things) that human history, or at least the history of civilisation, is only -at most - 10, 000 years old.
I work with a lady who is eleven years shy of 100 years old, and if what scientists say is true, then human civilisation is only - only! - approximately 100 times her life span.
That's pretty much the blink of an eye.
And yet we are still learning about things like music, and what it really is, (besides just pleasure) and language, and what it really is (besides just cooperation). Both have some physical, oscillating and/or vibrating connection with the heavens that acts as a physical function of creation, and this dates back to the most ancient of the known civilisations, the Vedics of India.
Your post about the Hmong got me thinking about it, because theirs is a very ancient language, and like many Asian languages, the tonality is the main variant.
It all comes back to sound, and the reason for sound, and that sound is a reception of vibration, which connects us to something beyond the physical.
That's all I know for tonight, but I love these subjects!
And........I Love You Too, my Darling. I wish you Sweet Dreams, and Continuing Inspiration.
What an incredible week this has been! :):)
Happy Friday Evening, my Darling, and Happy Labor Day Weekend. I am getting home a few minutes late, and it's a good thing I ate because you would have made me really hungry looking at those flags. I could pretty much eat any one of 'em, or all of 'em given enough time. Tonight though, Pearl had yet another birthday celebration, and a gentleman who used to live at her house brought over a large pizza with everything, so I had a few pieces.
You know I could live off pizza.......I told you that, right? (Yeah, I know....."join the club, Ad").
Also, our tomatoes are ripening. I told you we are growing tomatoes, didn't I? Well, several are turning red now, so I brought one home and will try it later tonight. Another thing I could live off of is spaghetti, and when we get enough tomatoes, I am gonna make some spaghetti sauce, just like I used to back in the late 80s/early 90s when we lived in our Rathburn Street house and I had my backyard garden. In Labor Days past, we would always have a barbeque, too, and I sure miss 'em, even though I don't eat much meat anymore. But - you can still grill fish, and all kinds of veggies too. It's the fun and camaraderie of the barbeque that I miss the most.
Between your food flags and the pizza, I've got food on the brain. So, I had better go for my walk! It was another 100+ degree day, but I guess I don't mind. And it's cooling now and turning purple/black. I have a cricket inside my apartment and he is driving me nuts. He is waaaay back in a cupboard, in some nook & cranny, and every time he hears me approach - or open the cupboard door - he stops cricketing. But then as soon as I go back to whatever I was doing, he starts up again. I will have to Google "life span of a cricket". Or maybe he'll get bored and move back outside.
I'll be back later to write some more. I hope you had an awesome day. I Love You!! (rooftops again).
:):)
(back in a little while)
10:50pm : You posted this morning about the Hmong language and the signification of tone, as represented by the final letter in a given word. That is fascinating, as you said, and for me it is fascinating because I am reading so much, in Farrell, about tone and oscillation in music, and I am reading about the writings of a musicologist named Ernest G. McClain, who taught at Northwestern and wrote some very important books on the history of music, and tonality, and why eventually twelve tones were "tempered" (artificially tuned) to represent and interact with the twelve houses of the Zodiac. It's really interesting, the relationship between oscillation and tone, and just now I find myself having to look up the difference between oscillation and vibration. In music, it is all very mathematical - at least for the musical theorists - and in the writings of Farrell (especially in "Grid Of The Gods") he ties it in to the Mesopotamian sexagesimal counting system, and concepts like "male" and "female" tonalities in the diatonic musical scale
It's very complicated stuff, and probably more thrilling to people who are really into numerology (which I am sure is awesome), but being a Big Picture person, I am always interested in the "why" of things, and I wonder "why" the Mesopotamians would feel the need to tune (or "temper") stringed instruments to 12 harmonically compatible tones, just because they observed astronomical precession (the turning of the constellations) in the night sky.
I think there has got to be more to it than that. I wonder why the number 6 was arrived at, as a generator. And I wonder why musical instrument vibrations were harmonically tuned to the observed motion of constellations. There has got to be a reason besides the simplistic idea that each harmonic "represented" a Zodiacal house. No, when you look at the entirety of the evidence in the ancient world, in advanced civilizations, a great importance was placed on proper and exact vibrations , and the mathematics involved were merely a numerical representation of the sounds, a way to write them down and remember them. And there was a reason to remember the sounds. So there must have been a function .
Just as in language there was a reason we evolved from grunting. And the reason had to do with something much more than just efficiancy. Efficiancy was part of it - to make communication - and therefore tasks - much easier, but there was also a function to the development of language besides just making human survival/cooperation easier.
And that function, I believe, had to do with the tonality of the language, for that is where the communication represents the emotion, just as the tones do in music.
Why did language develop? The real question is, did it develop? Did it develop, ever so gradually, or was some type of programming involved? Why did so many (we are talking hundreds) of languages develop on a single planet, which after all is not that large? And why the diversity in sounds, in tones, in oscillations? Why did the Mesopotamians, and later the Greeks, seek to mathematesize (I coined a word) tonality? And why did they coordinate that tonal mathematics to astronomy?
What is the common factor between musical tonality and lingual tonality?
I find all of these subjects fascinating because it blows my mind that they say ("they" being those who have studied such things) that human history, or at least the history of civilisation, is only -at most - 10, 000 years old.
I work with a lady who is eleven years shy of 100 years old, and if what scientists say is true, then human civilisation is only - only! - approximately 100 times her life span.
That's pretty much the blink of an eye.
And yet we are still learning about things like music, and what it really is, (besides just pleasure) and language, and what it really is (besides just cooperation). Both have some physical, oscillating and/or vibrating connection with the heavens that acts as a physical function of creation, and this dates back to the most ancient of the known civilisations, the Vedics of India.
Your post about the Hmong got me thinking about it, because theirs is a very ancient language, and like many Asian languages, the tonality is the main variant.
It all comes back to sound, and the reason for sound, and that sound is a reception of vibration, which connects us to something beyond the physical.
That's all I know for tonight, but I love these subjects!
And........I Love You Too, my Darling. I wish you Sweet Dreams, and Continuing Inspiration.
What an incredible week this has been! :):)
Thursday, August 29, 2013
Fantastic Photo! (more added)
Awesome & Beautiful Lady! (or "A&B" for short),
That is an incredible shot! I am talking about the pic of Hannah, of course. Wow, and to shoot it into the sun, also - great idea. You got the sun in her hair without getting it on her face - perfect.
Wow, a very impressive shot. I wanted to say so right away!
Right now I have to go pick Pearl up from the beauty salon. I'm at home, which is why I can type this (because I am on my computer). After I pick her up, I have to take her to the bank, and by that time it will be getting close to 4:30, my evening shift. Then tonight is the opening night of the Cinematheque, so I am gonna go. The movie starts at 7pm, and with the talk by the Professor, and any extras he shows (like director interviews, etc.) the program is usually over by about 9:30. So, I won't be around in the early eve, but I will be back and write more at my usual time, and I will also be around at Pearl's from 4:30 to 6:30.
Have a great evening. I'm telling you, that is a great photo...... :)
I Love You! :):)
(back later this eve)
10:40 : I am back from the movie. It actually ended about 9:15, then I went for my walk. It's still really hot and muggy outside (106 degrees today) and they are calling it monsoon weather, although we don't have monsoons in California. They did have quite a thunderstorm in the nearby mountains, though. Well, we had our bit of excitement today, if you can call it that. As I was driving to pick up Pearl from the hairdresser, I saw a police helicopter circling near our main intersection of Reseda & Nordhoff Sts. That's a half mile below my apartment, and it's where my bank and Northridge Library are located. I also saw two news helicopters way up over the intersection, and I figured it was a bank robbery. The cops were routing traffic away from the area, so there was a huge traffic jam. What I did was to go down some side streets and park by our old house on Rathburn Av. That's the one we lived in for 25 years before the earthquake, and it's just a block away from Northridge Libe. From there, I could see a big white pickup truck had crashed into a tree in front of the library. Cops were all over the place, the street was taped off. So I went into the Libe and Googled it, and found out what happened. It was a pursuit that began in Reseda and ended in Northridge, and involved an armed robbery suspect and a woman who was with him.
Nothing major, meaning nothing bad happened to anyone in the area, but still more "excitement" than we are used to, excitement of the wrong kind. Thank God for LAPD. A lot of people are down on the cops, and there certainly are some bad apples in every police department, but I am really grateful for the job they do, in this day and age. So the whole thing was over and Northridge was soon back to normal.
The movie was really good. It was very stark, a crime film shot in black and white with harsh lighting, and the acting was deadpan, but somehow the whole thing worked, especially considering it was a debut film. Fassbinder looks like he was influenced by Jean-Luc Godard, one of the filmmakers of the French New Wave of the early 1960s. So now I am looking forward to more of his films.
Tomorrow is my last day in this four week work stint, so I will have three precious sleep-ins beginning Saturday morning. Oh boy! I am guessing this has gotta be your final weekend before school, so enjoy, enjoy, enjoy. And just take it one day at a time from there. I like to look at the big picture in life, to step back and look at Things Transpired, and I just think it's been a fantastic year. I think it's been mutually inspiring, creative, optimistic and relaxed. I have said that, in certain aspects of your life, it is not my place to influence you, at least not deliberately. But if there is one aspect in which I would try to influence you, it would be to shun pressure in your life. Pressure sucks, and we can see how much better we operate when it is removed from our lives and barriers are set up against it.
When we take a stand against pressure, which is always exerted by other people, we see how fully we can operate to our own potential, and most importantly, we can do so in a relaxed manner, so that we can enjoy the process. So that's one way where I would be happy to influence you, in a way that gives you strength to always be yourself, and in that way I am your Navy Seal. :)
Creativity needs a protected space in which to operate, and you are really blossoming in your photography, and that is organically and sensually connected to your music and your metaphysical interests. All of these things are tied together, and they play off each other. Always keep your creativity close to you, and close at hand, ready to explore it at a moment's notice.
So, that's all I know for today. Things are really going great, and we will keep growing and discovering together. A beautiful Fall season awaits us........
I Love You, Elizabeth. Sweet Dreams, my Angel! :):)
That is an incredible shot! I am talking about the pic of Hannah, of course. Wow, and to shoot it into the sun, also - great idea. You got the sun in her hair without getting it on her face - perfect.
Wow, a very impressive shot. I wanted to say so right away!
Right now I have to go pick Pearl up from the beauty salon. I'm at home, which is why I can type this (because I am on my computer). After I pick her up, I have to take her to the bank, and by that time it will be getting close to 4:30, my evening shift. Then tonight is the opening night of the Cinematheque, so I am gonna go. The movie starts at 7pm, and with the talk by the Professor, and any extras he shows (like director interviews, etc.) the program is usually over by about 9:30. So, I won't be around in the early eve, but I will be back and write more at my usual time, and I will also be around at Pearl's from 4:30 to 6:30.
Have a great evening. I'm telling you, that is a great photo...... :)
I Love You! :):)
(back later this eve)
10:40 : I am back from the movie. It actually ended about 9:15, then I went for my walk. It's still really hot and muggy outside (106 degrees today) and they are calling it monsoon weather, although we don't have monsoons in California. They did have quite a thunderstorm in the nearby mountains, though. Well, we had our bit of excitement today, if you can call it that. As I was driving to pick up Pearl from the hairdresser, I saw a police helicopter circling near our main intersection of Reseda & Nordhoff Sts. That's a half mile below my apartment, and it's where my bank and Northridge Library are located. I also saw two news helicopters way up over the intersection, and I figured it was a bank robbery. The cops were routing traffic away from the area, so there was a huge traffic jam. What I did was to go down some side streets and park by our old house on Rathburn Av. That's the one we lived in for 25 years before the earthquake, and it's just a block away from Northridge Libe. From there, I could see a big white pickup truck had crashed into a tree in front of the library. Cops were all over the place, the street was taped off. So I went into the Libe and Googled it, and found out what happened. It was a pursuit that began in Reseda and ended in Northridge, and involved an armed robbery suspect and a woman who was with him.
Nothing major, meaning nothing bad happened to anyone in the area, but still more "excitement" than we are used to, excitement of the wrong kind. Thank God for LAPD. A lot of people are down on the cops, and there certainly are some bad apples in every police department, but I am really grateful for the job they do, in this day and age. So the whole thing was over and Northridge was soon back to normal.
The movie was really good. It was very stark, a crime film shot in black and white with harsh lighting, and the acting was deadpan, but somehow the whole thing worked, especially considering it was a debut film. Fassbinder looks like he was influenced by Jean-Luc Godard, one of the filmmakers of the French New Wave of the early 1960s. So now I am looking forward to more of his films.
Tomorrow is my last day in this four week work stint, so I will have three precious sleep-ins beginning Saturday morning. Oh boy! I am guessing this has gotta be your final weekend before school, so enjoy, enjoy, enjoy. And just take it one day at a time from there. I like to look at the big picture in life, to step back and look at Things Transpired, and I just think it's been a fantastic year. I think it's been mutually inspiring, creative, optimistic and relaxed. I have said that, in certain aspects of your life, it is not my place to influence you, at least not deliberately. But if there is one aspect in which I would try to influence you, it would be to shun pressure in your life. Pressure sucks, and we can see how much better we operate when it is removed from our lives and barriers are set up against it.
When we take a stand against pressure, which is always exerted by other people, we see how fully we can operate to our own potential, and most importantly, we can do so in a relaxed manner, so that we can enjoy the process. So that's one way where I would be happy to influence you, in a way that gives you strength to always be yourself, and in that way I am your Navy Seal. :)
Creativity needs a protected space in which to operate, and you are really blossoming in your photography, and that is organically and sensually connected to your music and your metaphysical interests. All of these things are tied together, and they play off each other. Always keep your creativity close to you, and close at hand, ready to explore it at a moment's notice.
So, that's all I know for today. Things are really going great, and we will keep growing and discovering together. A beautiful Fall season awaits us........
I Love You, Elizabeth. Sweet Dreams, my Angel! :):)
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Translated (more added)
My Awesome & Beautiful & Multilingual Lady! ,
I'm just now getting home, so I had to Google a translation first thing. I'd heard the term "Manque" before, but couldn't place it. When I first saw your post I thought you were in Montreal! :) Then I thought, wait a minute, how could she have gotten there so fast. Also, school is about to start, and on top of everything else, something about the photo rang a bell; I was pretty sure I'd seen it before. So, I just now Googled "Manque" and the appropriate translation in your case is "to miss". And I know you visited Montreal last Summer on your trip to Canada. You know, my Dad loved Montreal. There he is again, Travellin' Dad. But yeah, he went to Montreal in 1969 as part of a trip for his company Deluxe Film Laboratories, and he talked about that city for years. He liked it even better than many European cities, including Paris. He once said, "if you are going to visit any city, go to Montreal", and I think your photo describes why in just a single frame: the quaint Old World charm.
So when are we going? I'm ready whenever you are! :):)
Right now I am gonna unwind for a few. It was super hot and muggy today, so I will wait a while for my walk, then go when the twilight turns purple/black, and I will walk through the Enchanted Grove just as the trees are waking up and the ducks are going to sleep. Then at the usual time I will come back and write some more.
I hope your day was awesome! You know mine was because of you.
I Love You..........
(back in a bit)
11pm : I was looking at Youtube videos of some Southern California back roads, ones that I've heard about all my life, like Angeles Crest Highway and Rim Of The World Drive. Angeles Crest actually begins in Pasadena (where the Rose Bowl is), so it's about 45 minutes away, and it heads up into the San Gabriel mountains and into the Angeles National Forest. Those look like major league drives, however, the kind where you are driving on cliffsides and the like. Once, my late friend Dave took Dad and I to Malibu beach by a road called Decker Canyon. The drive started out nice and scenic, but then when you get into the middle of those mountains you are driving very close to thousand foot drop offs, and on this occasion we hit a patch of dense fog, where you couldn't see much past the front of the car. I never forgot that ride, lol, and it made me think twice about ever taking the mountainous routes around here. But I will find some more moderately driveable ones and continue my excursions. I am thinking I would like to go up into Brown's Canyon, which is really close, only about six miles away. There used to be a nuclear missile site up there in the 1960s, and the relics are supposedly still there at the top of the mountain. There is, however, a big sign at the start of the canyon road that says "residents only", so I will have to decide if I want to chance it.
But I am having fun! If there is one thing we have around here, it's roads. Mostly, I will stick to non-mountainous driving (meaning I will stay out of the San Gabriels, at least until I have a four-wheel drive).
Thinking again about Montreal, another city my Dad loved was Barcelona. Boy did he talk about that. Barcelona and Montreal were his favorites. I think Dad got to see North Africa (Morrocco, Tunisia) during WW2, then up into Naples, then into Nancy, France. Then into occupied Germany after the war ended. Then as a civilian, in his career, he went to London, Barcelona, Montreal, New York.
I think, if I were picking my first travelling destinations, what I would do is break them down into categories. For pure tourism, I would certainly pick a European city. Rome? London? Paris? That would be a tough choice, and a lot of the choosing might come down to how I felt at the time of destination. London might have the edge, because of the Rock history, but then there are tours that take you to all those places.
If I were going for adventure, well......it would be one of the ancient sites we have recently been talking about. Probably Angkor Wat, because it has such significance and is more accessible than the South American sites. Still...........it would be hard to resist the call of Puma Punku.
Having never been a traveller, and never really having had the travel bug until recently, I used to think the ultimate adventure trip would be to Antarctica. Even if there is nothing to see or do there, besides look at the endless white ice, I always thought it would be a neat, one-time thing - to say you went to Antarctica.
Since I have never travelled, I also always thought I would love to drive across this country, and if I was going to do so, my main destination would be the midwest, because that is where my heritage lies. Northern Indiana, Cincinatti, Southern Michigan, Chicago. That's where my peeps come from. So that would be my cross-country drive of choice, stopping first in Wisconsin to pick you up.
And if I were going to drive local, or semi-local, in California, well, I see that a three day Palm Springs vacation can be had for just a few hundred bucks. San Francisco and San Diego aren't much more. And there are all kinds of towns and places in between.
It's really about the impulse, I think, and what is calling you.
And even more, it's who you are with.
Sharing the experience is what really makes the memories last.
I'll join you in Montreal. :):)
Sweet Dreams, my Love. I'll see you in the morning.
I'm just now getting home, so I had to Google a translation first thing. I'd heard the term "Manque" before, but couldn't place it. When I first saw your post I thought you were in Montreal! :) Then I thought, wait a minute, how could she have gotten there so fast. Also, school is about to start, and on top of everything else, something about the photo rang a bell; I was pretty sure I'd seen it before. So, I just now Googled "Manque" and the appropriate translation in your case is "to miss". And I know you visited Montreal last Summer on your trip to Canada. You know, my Dad loved Montreal. There he is again, Travellin' Dad. But yeah, he went to Montreal in 1969 as part of a trip for his company Deluxe Film Laboratories, and he talked about that city for years. He liked it even better than many European cities, including Paris. He once said, "if you are going to visit any city, go to Montreal", and I think your photo describes why in just a single frame: the quaint Old World charm.
So when are we going? I'm ready whenever you are! :):)
Right now I am gonna unwind for a few. It was super hot and muggy today, so I will wait a while for my walk, then go when the twilight turns purple/black, and I will walk through the Enchanted Grove just as the trees are waking up and the ducks are going to sleep. Then at the usual time I will come back and write some more.
I hope your day was awesome! You know mine was because of you.
I Love You..........
(back in a bit)
11pm : I was looking at Youtube videos of some Southern California back roads, ones that I've heard about all my life, like Angeles Crest Highway and Rim Of The World Drive. Angeles Crest actually begins in Pasadena (where the Rose Bowl is), so it's about 45 minutes away, and it heads up into the San Gabriel mountains and into the Angeles National Forest. Those look like major league drives, however, the kind where you are driving on cliffsides and the like. Once, my late friend Dave took Dad and I to Malibu beach by a road called Decker Canyon. The drive started out nice and scenic, but then when you get into the middle of those mountains you are driving very close to thousand foot drop offs, and on this occasion we hit a patch of dense fog, where you couldn't see much past the front of the car. I never forgot that ride, lol, and it made me think twice about ever taking the mountainous routes around here. But I will find some more moderately driveable ones and continue my excursions. I am thinking I would like to go up into Brown's Canyon, which is really close, only about six miles away. There used to be a nuclear missile site up there in the 1960s, and the relics are supposedly still there at the top of the mountain. There is, however, a big sign at the start of the canyon road that says "residents only", so I will have to decide if I want to chance it.
But I am having fun! If there is one thing we have around here, it's roads. Mostly, I will stick to non-mountainous driving (meaning I will stay out of the San Gabriels, at least until I have a four-wheel drive).
Thinking again about Montreal, another city my Dad loved was Barcelona. Boy did he talk about that. Barcelona and Montreal were his favorites. I think Dad got to see North Africa (Morrocco, Tunisia) during WW2, then up into Naples, then into Nancy, France. Then into occupied Germany after the war ended. Then as a civilian, in his career, he went to London, Barcelona, Montreal, New York.
I think, if I were picking my first travelling destinations, what I would do is break them down into categories. For pure tourism, I would certainly pick a European city. Rome? London? Paris? That would be a tough choice, and a lot of the choosing might come down to how I felt at the time of destination. London might have the edge, because of the Rock history, but then there are tours that take you to all those places.
If I were going for adventure, well......it would be one of the ancient sites we have recently been talking about. Probably Angkor Wat, because it has such significance and is more accessible than the South American sites. Still...........it would be hard to resist the call of Puma Punku.
Having never been a traveller, and never really having had the travel bug until recently, I used to think the ultimate adventure trip would be to Antarctica. Even if there is nothing to see or do there, besides look at the endless white ice, I always thought it would be a neat, one-time thing - to say you went to Antarctica.
Since I have never travelled, I also always thought I would love to drive across this country, and if I was going to do so, my main destination would be the midwest, because that is where my heritage lies. Northern Indiana, Cincinatti, Southern Michigan, Chicago. That's where my peeps come from. So that would be my cross-country drive of choice, stopping first in Wisconsin to pick you up.
And if I were going to drive local, or semi-local, in California, well, I see that a three day Palm Springs vacation can be had for just a few hundred bucks. San Francisco and San Diego aren't much more. And there are all kinds of towns and places in between.
It's really about the impulse, I think, and what is calling you.
And even more, it's who you are with.
Sharing the experience is what really makes the memories last.
I'll join you in Montreal. :):)
Sweet Dreams, my Love. I'll see you in the morning.
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
You Rule (more added)
My Awesome and Beautiful Angel,
I am just now getting home. I saw your Bill Watterson link right after I got to Pearl's, but every time I clicked on it, her computer crashed. I guess it was just too much awesomeness for it to handle. Anyway, it was the first thing I clicked on after coming through my door when I got home just a few minutes ago.
And reading it has just made my day. I Love You So Much , and we are gonna have an awesome life.
That's one thing I know for sure. I had to tell you right away, because that was such a great cartoon. I am gonna read it several more times during the course of the evening. I will be back later, at the usual time, to write more, but my goodness was that ever an awesome post. You Rule! :):)
(back in a bit........)
11pm : This morning, after dropping Pearl off at her Golden Agers meeting, I drove up to Placerita Canyon, as I had mentioned I was planning last week. Wow, talk about a time warp. I think I mentioned that the last time I was there was probably 1968 or so, and it is once again one of those deals like the other spots I've visited recently - it's only 14 miles from my home. All of the spots I have visited this summer are under a half-hour's drive, and two of them I hadn't been to in years, and the other two I'd never been to. Strange, huh? But what was really neat about the Placerita trip was that I avoided freeways. I wanted to take all the old, two lane roads and highways that I remembered my Dad taking when we were kids. These are the roads that were in place before Los Angeles became a freeway mecca in the mid-1950s. And what I discovered - what I am discovering on all my little road trips of late - is that once you drive a short distance into the hills, or through them going north, you are really in the boondocks. I am living in this Valley of millions of people, but all around are places that seem frozen in time from a long time ago. In Los Angeles County, only the areas that are commercially viable have been developed. And of course there are a lot of areas of commercial development. Developers have an eye for any space they can pave over. But I am seeing all around me that there is much that will never be developed, and that makes me happy.
I took all the old roads to get to Placerita, and when I got there, I took a hike about a mile into the canyon. There were only a few other people there, and I mostly had the trail to myself. It was dead quiet once again, except for the sounds of a slight breeze, the occasional rustling in the bushes of a critter, and the faint buzzing of distant bees. I was immediately thinking of you, and sending you the energy, and imagining you with me on the trail. I was also energized by the change in environment, so different yet so close at hand. My Dad was a driver - get in your car and go somewhere. I mentioned that I had never really been that way, except to go to concerts or Hollywood or the city. And it's funny, because I am not a city person, per se, though I love the city too. At least the exciting parts. I guess you could say I am mostly a creature of the in-between, of suburbia, and in Northridge I have always lived in a mix of development and nature, a balance. But now I am discovering - or re-discovering, on my own - the other Los Angeles, the one that nature built, that surrounds the vast area of suburbia and city that I am so familiar with. My Dad knew about it, he sought it out, the canyons, mountains, forests and wilderness, but then, he grew up in northern Indiana, surrounded by swamps, lakes and woods.
I took a few pictures at Placerita. I saw a few burnt out tree trunks from a terrible 2009 fire that devastated the area just north of the Valley but mostly left Placerita untouched, thank goodness. Wildfires are a part of life in California, as you can see by the current Yosemite fire. Everything dries out here, because of the sun and heat. You have a different climate, where everything is very green, and your wilderness has an ancient look as does ours, though each has it's own character. Wisconsin's is lush and glacial, forested in places, with lakes carved from the Ice Age, and California's is dry and mountainous, the terrain broken and erupted from earthquake faults. But both have majesty.
One story I remember my Mom telling me about Placerita Canyon. We went there fairly often for a couple years in the mid-1960s. It seems such a long time ago, but when you revisit like I did today, all that time disappears. There is a picnic area, with many tables, just off the parking lot. It is on the edge of the trails, and we used to have lunch there when I was about six or seven. My Mom told me, and I vaguely remember, that one time when we were picnicking, I was throwing a football, a kid-size football, and it got stuck in a tree, way up high in the branches. Mom said I was disappointed, but we went home and I eventually forgot about it.
We went back to Placerita Canyon a month or two later, and this time it was Fall and the wind was blowing. We were in the picnic area having lunch, and suddenly the wind blew my football down from the tree.
Today, 45 years later, I found the table I think was the one we used to sit at. And I got goosebumps.
Today was a really awesome day, and then I read your post when I got home from Pearl's, and it became a perfect day. Thank you, my Darling, my Elizabeth, for your heart and inspiration.
This is a Summer to remember. :):)
I Love You.
P.S. - That's an excellent photo of your friend Hannah, with the dandelion in front. I just now saw it.
I am just now getting home. I saw your Bill Watterson link right after I got to Pearl's, but every time I clicked on it, her computer crashed. I guess it was just too much awesomeness for it to handle. Anyway, it was the first thing I clicked on after coming through my door when I got home just a few minutes ago.
And reading it has just made my day. I Love You So Much , and we are gonna have an awesome life.
That's one thing I know for sure. I had to tell you right away, because that was such a great cartoon. I am gonna read it several more times during the course of the evening. I will be back later, at the usual time, to write more, but my goodness was that ever an awesome post. You Rule! :):)
(back in a bit........)
11pm : This morning, after dropping Pearl off at her Golden Agers meeting, I drove up to Placerita Canyon, as I had mentioned I was planning last week. Wow, talk about a time warp. I think I mentioned that the last time I was there was probably 1968 or so, and it is once again one of those deals like the other spots I've visited recently - it's only 14 miles from my home. All of the spots I have visited this summer are under a half-hour's drive, and two of them I hadn't been to in years, and the other two I'd never been to. Strange, huh? But what was really neat about the Placerita trip was that I avoided freeways. I wanted to take all the old, two lane roads and highways that I remembered my Dad taking when we were kids. These are the roads that were in place before Los Angeles became a freeway mecca in the mid-1950s. And what I discovered - what I am discovering on all my little road trips of late - is that once you drive a short distance into the hills, or through them going north, you are really in the boondocks. I am living in this Valley of millions of people, but all around are places that seem frozen in time from a long time ago. In Los Angeles County, only the areas that are commercially viable have been developed. And of course there are a lot of areas of commercial development. Developers have an eye for any space they can pave over. But I am seeing all around me that there is much that will never be developed, and that makes me happy.
I took all the old roads to get to Placerita, and when I got there, I took a hike about a mile into the canyon. There were only a few other people there, and I mostly had the trail to myself. It was dead quiet once again, except for the sounds of a slight breeze, the occasional rustling in the bushes of a critter, and the faint buzzing of distant bees. I was immediately thinking of you, and sending you the energy, and imagining you with me on the trail. I was also energized by the change in environment, so different yet so close at hand. My Dad was a driver - get in your car and go somewhere. I mentioned that I had never really been that way, except to go to concerts or Hollywood or the city. And it's funny, because I am not a city person, per se, though I love the city too. At least the exciting parts. I guess you could say I am mostly a creature of the in-between, of suburbia, and in Northridge I have always lived in a mix of development and nature, a balance. But now I am discovering - or re-discovering, on my own - the other Los Angeles, the one that nature built, that surrounds the vast area of suburbia and city that I am so familiar with. My Dad knew about it, he sought it out, the canyons, mountains, forests and wilderness, but then, he grew up in northern Indiana, surrounded by swamps, lakes and woods.
I took a few pictures at Placerita. I saw a few burnt out tree trunks from a terrible 2009 fire that devastated the area just north of the Valley but mostly left Placerita untouched, thank goodness. Wildfires are a part of life in California, as you can see by the current Yosemite fire. Everything dries out here, because of the sun and heat. You have a different climate, where everything is very green, and your wilderness has an ancient look as does ours, though each has it's own character. Wisconsin's is lush and glacial, forested in places, with lakes carved from the Ice Age, and California's is dry and mountainous, the terrain broken and erupted from earthquake faults. But both have majesty.
One story I remember my Mom telling me about Placerita Canyon. We went there fairly often for a couple years in the mid-1960s. It seems such a long time ago, but when you revisit like I did today, all that time disappears. There is a picnic area, with many tables, just off the parking lot. It is on the edge of the trails, and we used to have lunch there when I was about six or seven. My Mom told me, and I vaguely remember, that one time when we were picnicking, I was throwing a football, a kid-size football, and it got stuck in a tree, way up high in the branches. Mom said I was disappointed, but we went home and I eventually forgot about it.
We went back to Placerita Canyon a month or two later, and this time it was Fall and the wind was blowing. We were in the picnic area having lunch, and suddenly the wind blew my football down from the tree.
Today, 45 years later, I found the table I think was the one we used to sit at. And I got goosebumps.
Today was a really awesome day, and then I read your post when I got home from Pearl's, and it became a perfect day. Thank you, my Darling, my Elizabeth, for your heart and inspiration.
This is a Summer to remember. :):)
I Love You.
P.S. - That's an excellent photo of your friend Hannah, with the dandelion in front. I just now saw it.
Monday, August 26, 2013
Honey, I'm Home (I've always wanted to say that) (more added)
My Sweet Baby,
I just got home and wanted to tell you I Love You. I saw your photo while I was at Pearl's. Is that Lake Mendota, or another smaller local lake? That's just a guess on my part, because in all the photos I've seen from you of Lake Superior, the shore is rocky. This one is sandy like a beach. I agree with your comment, it does feel like the Summer has gone by quickly, but maybe that is because it is our favorite season and we want it to last forever. But we both had a lot of neat experiences this Summer, I think, and I know for sure it is a Summer we will remember for the rest of our lives, just like last Summer! Also, even though the upcoming days will include school, and will therefore be less carefree, there is something to be said for the magic of Autumn, and this Fall will be especially magical because this time you and I will be together. Last year it was not so (well, we were sorta together, but you know what I mean). So even though the Summer is coming to an end, we will find magic in all the seasons, in all of our days. :):)
I also liked your Calvin & Hobbes cartoon of this morning. Life is indeed a fragile and precious thing, but there is also much to find strength in, and as you and I know - we find it in the noticing of the details. We also find it in the promise of permanence, of togetherness. We have faith and we know things, all kinds of things - big things, little things, interesting things, indescribable things - special things .
There is so much that gives us strength, and we notice it all, we take it all in.
That is us in the cartoon, sitting under the tree, watching the birds take flight. :):)
I am gonna go for my walk in a few minutes, and I may stop by the Oviatt, just because I wanna see the new remodeled first floor. I haven't been there all Summer. If I can find an open computer there, I will check in to say hi, and either way I will be back to write more at my usual time later tonight.
I Love You, Elizabeth. You are My Angel. All of our Summers, and all of our Seasons, will be special. xoxoxoxoxo :):)
10:50pm : I did stop by the Oviatt, and I did find an open computer on the second floor, but it was running slow, pages taking forever to load, so I didn't post. The first floor now looks like a lounge, with a coffee shop in the lobby and modern looking couches where the public computers used to be. The Oviatt was my computing home for a long time (and Northridge Libe, too), so I am sure I will stop in now and then, but I really love having my own space, at home, to be online.
Because you said that Summer is "almost" over, I take it that you still have a week left, so just enjoy each day, and remember as always that any type of structure - be it school, work, whatever - does not define you. Cement in your mind that your life is your own, and I know you are already thinking that way. Nothing is programmed into your life except what you choose. We have talked a lot about these concepts, and I have pledged a while back to never try and influence you either way where school is concerned, not so much the classes and the educational process but the overall, cumulative influence of a University education and the resultant degree on a person.
I am a person with a fair degree of resistance to unwanted influence, so for what it's worth, because I see what you love to do in your life, and what you love about life, you can always know that I am right here as a source of support - of every kind - to help you in any way as you navigate the course you want your life to take. I say this - well, I say this because we have been through so much and said so much already - but I also say this because I know, from experience, that trying to navigate an independent course on your own is not always easy, but it can be a whole lot easier when you know that you always have someone in your corner that you can count on in any situation, at any time.
We've already said so much, and Elizabeth, you know how much I love you.
But also remember that I think about you, too, meaning that I consider your situations, and always from a point of view toward your happiness. And I have always had an independent spirit just like you have, so just as I told you in the beginning, I can and will always provide reinforcement for you, whenever you need it. I also know how intelligent and strong you already are, so I will never be obtrusive, just always here for you.
And now, I say, go to school when it starts, but keep living your real life, your bigger life, because it's your own life. Watch the day turn from Summer to Autumn, and pay attention to all the things we always do, the magical things, the qualities in the world.
I am right here with you, as always.
And I Love You! Sweet Dreams, my Darling. xoxoxoxoxo :):)
I just got home and wanted to tell you I Love You. I saw your photo while I was at Pearl's. Is that Lake Mendota, or another smaller local lake? That's just a guess on my part, because in all the photos I've seen from you of Lake Superior, the shore is rocky. This one is sandy like a beach. I agree with your comment, it does feel like the Summer has gone by quickly, but maybe that is because it is our favorite season and we want it to last forever. But we both had a lot of neat experiences this Summer, I think, and I know for sure it is a Summer we will remember for the rest of our lives, just like last Summer! Also, even though the upcoming days will include school, and will therefore be less carefree, there is something to be said for the magic of Autumn, and this Fall will be especially magical because this time you and I will be together. Last year it was not so (well, we were sorta together, but you know what I mean). So even though the Summer is coming to an end, we will find magic in all the seasons, in all of our days. :):)
I also liked your Calvin & Hobbes cartoon of this morning. Life is indeed a fragile and precious thing, but there is also much to find strength in, and as you and I know - we find it in the noticing of the details. We also find it in the promise of permanence, of togetherness. We have faith and we know things, all kinds of things - big things, little things, interesting things, indescribable things - special things .
There is so much that gives us strength, and we notice it all, we take it all in.
That is us in the cartoon, sitting under the tree, watching the birds take flight. :):)
I am gonna go for my walk in a few minutes, and I may stop by the Oviatt, just because I wanna see the new remodeled first floor. I haven't been there all Summer. If I can find an open computer there, I will check in to say hi, and either way I will be back to write more at my usual time later tonight.
I Love You, Elizabeth. You are My Angel. All of our Summers, and all of our Seasons, will be special. xoxoxoxoxo :):)
10:50pm : I did stop by the Oviatt, and I did find an open computer on the second floor, but it was running slow, pages taking forever to load, so I didn't post. The first floor now looks like a lounge, with a coffee shop in the lobby and modern looking couches where the public computers used to be. The Oviatt was my computing home for a long time (and Northridge Libe, too), so I am sure I will stop in now and then, but I really love having my own space, at home, to be online.
Because you said that Summer is "almost" over, I take it that you still have a week left, so just enjoy each day, and remember as always that any type of structure - be it school, work, whatever - does not define you. Cement in your mind that your life is your own, and I know you are already thinking that way. Nothing is programmed into your life except what you choose. We have talked a lot about these concepts, and I have pledged a while back to never try and influence you either way where school is concerned, not so much the classes and the educational process but the overall, cumulative influence of a University education and the resultant degree on a person.
I am a person with a fair degree of resistance to unwanted influence, so for what it's worth, because I see what you love to do in your life, and what you love about life, you can always know that I am right here as a source of support - of every kind - to help you in any way as you navigate the course you want your life to take. I say this - well, I say this because we have been through so much and said so much already - but I also say this because I know, from experience, that trying to navigate an independent course on your own is not always easy, but it can be a whole lot easier when you know that you always have someone in your corner that you can count on in any situation, at any time.
We've already said so much, and Elizabeth, you know how much I love you.
But also remember that I think about you, too, meaning that I consider your situations, and always from a point of view toward your happiness. And I have always had an independent spirit just like you have, so just as I told you in the beginning, I can and will always provide reinforcement for you, whenever you need it. I also know how intelligent and strong you already are, so I will never be obtrusive, just always here for you.
And now, I say, go to school when it starts, but keep living your real life, your bigger life, because it's your own life. Watch the day turn from Summer to Autumn, and pay attention to all the things we always do, the magical things, the qualities in the world.
I am right here with you, as always.
And I Love You! Sweet Dreams, my Darling. xoxoxoxoxo :):)
Sunday, August 25, 2013
Sunday Night I Love You (more added)
Hey my Baby,
Not a lot to report today, so I am just checking in to say hi, and I Love You. A typical Sunday, taking Pearl to church, doing laundry, taking the Kobester to CSUN. Tomorrow, school starts, so things will be picking up in The 'Ridge. My routine stays the same, of course, except I will be returning to the Cinematheque on Thursday nights. This semester we are gonna do Ranier Werner Fassbinder, a really weird German filmmaker from the 70s. I've seen a few of his films, can't say I'm a huge fan, but we'll see how the series develops.
Does school start for you tomorrow? It must be either tomorrow or next week after Labor Day. I am sure you are gearing up for it, but school notwithstanding, we will just keep doing what we do. I am here for you in every respect, and at all times. I'm your Navy Seal!
So, that's all I have for today. I hope your day was good and I will talk to you tomorrow.
I Love You. :):)
11:30pm : Checking back in to say that I just saw your post via Sarah, and I find it interesting because, well, for many years now, my pre-bedtime routine was always to listen to music, and read, then write in my journal. I have been doing this since about 1999. But it's interesting because I have always found I cannot concentrate on my reading nearly as well if the music has vocals. That is why I listen to so much classical at night (and also because I love it). For some reason, vocals distract the listener from other pursuits, so it is interesting to see that I am not the only one who has noticed this.
I have been thinking about your harp (I know it was loaned to you) and I don't know if you still have it, but either way, I hope you got a feel for it. Remember that you have many years ahead to play, and compose, and there is much to be said for composing for a single instrument, or one accompanied by another, and creating soundscapes. For you, I say just play, play, play. Play your feelings, your thoughts.
As the days pass, and you continue to play, you will end up with many compositions.
That's what classical music was all about, but you can turn it into anything at all.
Sweet Dreams, my Beautiful Angel. :):)
Not a lot to report today, so I am just checking in to say hi, and I Love You. A typical Sunday, taking Pearl to church, doing laundry, taking the Kobester to CSUN. Tomorrow, school starts, so things will be picking up in The 'Ridge. My routine stays the same, of course, except I will be returning to the Cinematheque on Thursday nights. This semester we are gonna do Ranier Werner Fassbinder, a really weird German filmmaker from the 70s. I've seen a few of his films, can't say I'm a huge fan, but we'll see how the series develops.
Does school start for you tomorrow? It must be either tomorrow or next week after Labor Day. I am sure you are gearing up for it, but school notwithstanding, we will just keep doing what we do. I am here for you in every respect, and at all times. I'm your Navy Seal!
So, that's all I have for today. I hope your day was good and I will talk to you tomorrow.
I Love You. :):)
11:30pm : Checking back in to say that I just saw your post via Sarah, and I find it interesting because, well, for many years now, my pre-bedtime routine was always to listen to music, and read, then write in my journal. I have been doing this since about 1999. But it's interesting because I have always found I cannot concentrate on my reading nearly as well if the music has vocals. That is why I listen to so much classical at night (and also because I love it). For some reason, vocals distract the listener from other pursuits, so it is interesting to see that I am not the only one who has noticed this.
I have been thinking about your harp (I know it was loaned to you) and I don't know if you still have it, but either way, I hope you got a feel for it. Remember that you have many years ahead to play, and compose, and there is much to be said for composing for a single instrument, or one accompanied by another, and creating soundscapes. For you, I say just play, play, play. Play your feelings, your thoughts.
As the days pass, and you continue to play, you will end up with many compositions.
That's what classical music was all about, but you can turn it into anything at all.
Sweet Dreams, my Beautiful Angel. :):)
Saturday, August 24, 2013
Pearl's Birthday (fortune cookie added)
Happy Saturday evening, my Darling,
I hope you've been having a nice weekend. Today was Pearl's birthday, so my sister Vickie came over with her husband, and we took Pearl over to a local Chinese restaurant called The Great Wall for a humongous lunch. It's funny, because it's just in the middle of a little shopping area in Reseda - nothing fancy - but it has been used as a location in a few movies, most notably the recent thriller "Drive" with Ryan Gosling. We just think of it as our local Chinese joint with a great lunch special, so we went for lunch and ordered a ton of food. I don't usually eat that much, so I was kind of beached for the rest of the day. Pearl is 89 as of today, but still doing well. She had a really nice time, so that made me happy, and all in all it was a good day.
The rest of the afternoon, we just went shopping as usual (me & Vickie, and this time her hubby too), and this eve I have just been hanging out. Right now I am listening to an opera on KUSC. Don't know which opera, but I am enjoying it anyway. :)
I will post now to tell you I Love You, and then come back in a few minutes to write more and tell you again!
11:11pm : The opera was "Candide" by Leonard Bernstein. Turns out it's his birthday tomorrow, that's why they were playing it. You know, I have a radio in my apartment I never turn off (very rarely, to be specific), and I always leave it tuned to KUSC, mostly at low volume, because the classical music is like a drip-feeder spiritual nutrient supply, for me it's a really positive influence. But because I have it on 24/7, even when I sleep (at barely audible volume), I don't overtly acknowledge a lot of the music. In other words, I am listening passively much of the time rather than actively. So the fact that the Lenny Bernstein opera jumped out at me must mean it's a good one.
Did you see the interview with Neige? The guy at Alcest Peru posted it last night on FB. Here is the link :
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BGySJVEBtNU&feature=youtu.be If the link doesn't work, just go to Alcest Peru on FB.
It's a pretty good interview considering the short length. He comes across as pretty relaxed, too, even a little jovial, although I wonder how the metalhead fans will take it that he says "no more metal", or something to that effect. Him and Mikael of Opeth; both guys have switched from their signature sound without regard to the reaction. But that's what being progressive is all about! I am really interested to hear what the new one is gonna sound like, and I think we will get a sampling at the upcoming shows, only a few weeks away now.
Well, my Beloved Angel, that is all I know for today. They gave us fortune cookies at the end of our lunch today, and mine said : "You have a strong desire for a home and your family comes first".
In one of my last Myspace blogs, I wrote "you are my home".
And you know I already think of you as my family.
I Love You, Elizabeth, and I will see you in the morning. Sweet Dreams. xoxoxoxoxo :):)
I hope you've been having a nice weekend. Today was Pearl's birthday, so my sister Vickie came over with her husband, and we took Pearl over to a local Chinese restaurant called The Great Wall for a humongous lunch. It's funny, because it's just in the middle of a little shopping area in Reseda - nothing fancy - but it has been used as a location in a few movies, most notably the recent thriller "Drive" with Ryan Gosling. We just think of it as our local Chinese joint with a great lunch special, so we went for lunch and ordered a ton of food. I don't usually eat that much, so I was kind of beached for the rest of the day. Pearl is 89 as of today, but still doing well. She had a really nice time, so that made me happy, and all in all it was a good day.
The rest of the afternoon, we just went shopping as usual (me & Vickie, and this time her hubby too), and this eve I have just been hanging out. Right now I am listening to an opera on KUSC. Don't know which opera, but I am enjoying it anyway. :)
I will post now to tell you I Love You, and then come back in a few minutes to write more and tell you again!
11:11pm : The opera was "Candide" by Leonard Bernstein. Turns out it's his birthday tomorrow, that's why they were playing it. You know, I have a radio in my apartment I never turn off (very rarely, to be specific), and I always leave it tuned to KUSC, mostly at low volume, because the classical music is like a drip-feeder spiritual nutrient supply, for me it's a really positive influence. But because I have it on 24/7, even when I sleep (at barely audible volume), I don't overtly acknowledge a lot of the music. In other words, I am listening passively much of the time rather than actively. So the fact that the Lenny Bernstein opera jumped out at me must mean it's a good one.
Did you see the interview with Neige? The guy at Alcest Peru posted it last night on FB. Here is the link :
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BGySJVEBtNU&feature=youtu.be If the link doesn't work, just go to Alcest Peru on FB.
It's a pretty good interview considering the short length. He comes across as pretty relaxed, too, even a little jovial, although I wonder how the metalhead fans will take it that he says "no more metal", or something to that effect. Him and Mikael of Opeth; both guys have switched from their signature sound without regard to the reaction. But that's what being progressive is all about! I am really interested to hear what the new one is gonna sound like, and I think we will get a sampling at the upcoming shows, only a few weeks away now.
Well, my Beloved Angel, that is all I know for today. They gave us fortune cookies at the end of our lunch today, and mine said : "You have a strong desire for a home and your family comes first".
In one of my last Myspace blogs, I wrote "you are my home".
And you know I already think of you as my family.
I Love You, Elizabeth, and I will see you in the morning. Sweet Dreams. xoxoxoxoxo :):)
Friday, August 23, 2013
A Happy Feeling (I like your photo)
Happy Friday Night, my Sweet and Beautiful Angel! I am getting back from my walk late tonight. I watched an X-Files episode right when I got home from Pearl's, and now I am almost finished with Season Four. I don't watch a lot of TV, and what I do watch is mostly stuff I have on dvd, but that show is one of my very favorites. I am loving the warm evenings and the way the light is beginning to change. When I go for my walk now, it is much darker than earlier in the summer, but there is a purple-black quality to the light that seems to mix with the warm night air to create a magic feeling, especially when walking through our old orange grove.
I think this week has really been wonderful, and I have loved the way we have shared pictures of our interesting places, our rocks and caves, and again I have to tell you that you have inspired me so much. I feel very, very close to you Elizabeth, and it's a wonderful thing to feel. To share life with you is such a blessing.
Well, I am eating late once again, but I won't take long, and then I will come back and write some more.
11pm : I also liked your photo of the pressure gauges, because it reminds me again of some aspects of my Northridge Meadows photographs. There is overgrowth in that photo - or at least it appears to be - and also the machinery itself is not identified, either in the photo - which is shot close-up - or by the photographer (you). That makes it, for me, very interesting.
When I first went into The Meadows, I was struck by the overgrowth of nature. And I was struck by the juxtaposition of man-made structure, which is finite (meaning that once it's built, it is complete), and natural growth, which is never complete. And in The Meadows, four months after our quake, the overgrowth was beginning to exert it's grip. So I love that relentlessness of vines and leaves, and also the solidity of the man made machinery in it's midst. That's the best way I can describe how such a photo makes me feel, because it's exactly the type of photographic context I sought out, simply by instinct, in The Meadows.
The overgrowth is nature's way of "restoring order" when humans aren't around, such as when a piece of machinery is left to sit.
It's really far out to consider the parameters of "human being order" vs. "nature order". Human order is very squared away, manufactured, produced and exhibited in shapes. Be they straight or curved, most "human order" is organised, and visually navigable. It is desinged to be user friendly. Or at least that is the intention.
The difference with natural design, with nature's order, is that it wanders. Like water, it goes where it will. I love vines, because there is something about them that seems so ancient, so independent, and they have their own sense of order, but - if left untouched - they seem to keep reaching out in every direction, unconcerned with shape or form. If human order seeks to be finite - to be comprehensible (possibly because we possess the visual sense), then nature seems to have the opposite impulse. It wishes to be infinite. It always "grows over", unconcerned of shape or form, or even room.
So I think that's my take on why I like such photos. In yours, you depicted something man-made, but left it unidentified, and then it is beginning to be overtaken by natural growth (or at least a hint of that possibility is there).
I like the idea of "no commentary" on the subject. Just a depiction. So you really grabbed me with that photo, and maybe next year I will get a chance to digitize some of my Meadows pics and you will see what I mean by my comparison.
Well, my Awesome Artist, that is all I know for this evening. I think my next day trip will be to a place called Placerita Canyon, where my Dad used to take us as kids. Once again, it's only 15 miles from me, but I haven't been there in 45 years. There are so many nooks and crannies here that it's hard to keep up with them all. It will be mostly a nostalgia trip, don't know how spectacular the scenery........but as always, it is in the feel. I will try to go next Tuesday.
I Love You So Much, Elizabeth. Sweet Dreams, my Angel. xoxoxoxo :):)
I think this week has really been wonderful, and I have loved the way we have shared pictures of our interesting places, our rocks and caves, and again I have to tell you that you have inspired me so much. I feel very, very close to you Elizabeth, and it's a wonderful thing to feel. To share life with you is such a blessing.
Well, I am eating late once again, but I won't take long, and then I will come back and write some more.
11pm : I also liked your photo of the pressure gauges, because it reminds me again of some aspects of my Northridge Meadows photographs. There is overgrowth in that photo - or at least it appears to be - and also the machinery itself is not identified, either in the photo - which is shot close-up - or by the photographer (you). That makes it, for me, very interesting.
When I first went into The Meadows, I was struck by the overgrowth of nature. And I was struck by the juxtaposition of man-made structure, which is finite (meaning that once it's built, it is complete), and natural growth, which is never complete. And in The Meadows, four months after our quake, the overgrowth was beginning to exert it's grip. So I love that relentlessness of vines and leaves, and also the solidity of the man made machinery in it's midst. That's the best way I can describe how such a photo makes me feel, because it's exactly the type of photographic context I sought out, simply by instinct, in The Meadows.
The overgrowth is nature's way of "restoring order" when humans aren't around, such as when a piece of machinery is left to sit.
It's really far out to consider the parameters of "human being order" vs. "nature order". Human order is very squared away, manufactured, produced and exhibited in shapes. Be they straight or curved, most "human order" is organised, and visually navigable. It is desinged to be user friendly. Or at least that is the intention.
The difference with natural design, with nature's order, is that it wanders. Like water, it goes where it will. I love vines, because there is something about them that seems so ancient, so independent, and they have their own sense of order, but - if left untouched - they seem to keep reaching out in every direction, unconcerned with shape or form. If human order seeks to be finite - to be comprehensible (possibly because we possess the visual sense), then nature seems to have the opposite impulse. It wishes to be infinite. It always "grows over", unconcerned of shape or form, or even room.
So I think that's my take on why I like such photos. In yours, you depicted something man-made, but left it unidentified, and then it is beginning to be overtaken by natural growth (or at least a hint of that possibility is there).
I like the idea of "no commentary" on the subject. Just a depiction. So you really grabbed me with that photo, and maybe next year I will get a chance to digitize some of my Meadows pics and you will see what I mean by my comparison.
Well, my Awesome Artist, that is all I know for this evening. I think my next day trip will be to a place called Placerita Canyon, where my Dad used to take us as kids. Once again, it's only 15 miles from me, but I haven't been there in 45 years. There are so many nooks and crannies here that it's hard to keep up with them all. It will be mostly a nostalgia trip, don't know how spectacular the scenery........but as always, it is in the feel. I will try to go next Tuesday.
I Love You So Much, Elizabeth. Sweet Dreams, my Angel. xoxoxoxo :):)
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Originality (did you see the Moon?) (more added)
Happy Afternoon, my Darling! I wanted to check in and say hi, and for a hug & kiss break - xoxoxoxo - and also because your Eric Whitacre post reminded me of one of my favorite quotes from Ritchie Blackmore, also about originality: "Really the only way you can get good - unless you're a genius - is to copy. You'll never come up with your own stuff, until you've copied. That's the best thing. Just steal".
That's funny! And I don't know if I agree with it or not - setting out to copy in order to come up with your own sound - but they are both right about the near impossibility of sounding "original", whatever that may mean. Even Mozart sounded a bit like his idol Haydn!
It's also funny because I just posted a week or so ago about a straight-up, note-for-note steal by Deep Purple. They stole a song called "Bombay Calling" by It's A Beautiful Day and made it into their classic song, "Child In Time", which is considered one of the all-time great hard rock songs. And nobody knows about "Bombay Calling"! So, I was a little surprised to find that out, but both songs are still great songs.
I guess the important thing, because there are only twelve notes after all, is to put your own stamp on things, your own personality, rather than trying to be "original". The best way to be original is to be yourself, because there is only One You! And you are doing exactly that, in your music and photography.
I Love You, my Angel! Have a superb early evening, and I will be back later on. :):)
7pm : Okay, Awesome Lady, those are incredible pics from inside the cave. I just got home and did some quick Googling...........is it in Blue Mounds, Wisconsin? That's my guess! I will be back later to write some more. We are fulfilling our mission already as explorers, preparing for Angkor Wat and Puma Punku! :):)
(back in a while.......)
9:08pm : My girl, what is going on with that Moon? Did you see it tonight? Once again, for the third night in a row, it's huge, and tonight it's even bigger than the last two nights. Wow. I am pretty sure I've never seen it like this before, so many nights in a row, and so huge as tonight. All the more perfect - and for us, too! - because it's also Debussy's birthday. "A Clare De Lune Coincidence" indeed. I will be back in a bit, but I had to remark on the remarkable Moon........
10:50pm : Now I am reading about the underwater city of Nan Madol in Micronesia, and the Mayan "Popol Vuh". This stuff is so mindboggling to me, the likelihood that the human race - or an earlier version of it, when it was under the assistance of "gods" to help it become civilised - was devastated by a near world ending cataclysm. The evidence for all of this is overwhelming, and yet it is relegated to National Geographic. Now, of course that is a legendary magazine, and as a child my Dad enrolled me in the National Geograhic Society. But still.......why is this stuff not on the front page news? That should be what the news is; how mindblowing is the history of our world, our planet, the civilisations that preceded us, how they lived, who helped them to jump from hunter/gathering to organised society.
What in the world happened on this planet?
There is an FB page called (I will paraphrase) "I Freaking Love Science". Well, this is me talking, and I like science, I absolutely love study, but I don't love - by any means - the increasing probability that much of scientific and anthropological/geological/historical "truth" has been deliberately misrepresented, either by omission or comission.
I mean, I won't get started on a tirade about the subject, but when I think that so much learning is right there in our faces - it's all so obvious (sunken cities, ancient metaphysical technologies, so much else), and all that obvious learning is being impeded by a worldwide academic elite that has a stranglehold on the available information..........it is no different than Jet Propulsion Laboratories covering up what their sattelites have photographed on Mars, and in space.
I just think that it is wrong for so-called scientists, who after all, are merely human like the rest of us, to adhere to an agenda. And a big part of that agenda is to have a monopoly on the exploration equipment, and then to withold or hedge, or even deliberately misrepresent what they have found.
Thank God for alternative research!
You see, we wonder why we have internal dreads of the direction modern society is taking, and it is because we can sense where we came from, even though that information is being withheld from us by mainstream science, the so-called "news media", and the politicians.
Sorry to go way off on a tangent! But I am really excited by our photos of late, and this line of study, and when I think that these subjects have only been studied for a few hundred years at most, and that in the past 100 years, there has been an agenda to disclose things according to a very limited, closed-off philosophy..........well, it makes me want to really explore the mysteries even more!
I don't like it when people who have information, withhold or cover that information up.
But, we are on an excellent pathway right now, and it could lead us anywhere. I am very inspired by your explorations of the Summer, my Awesome Darling, and your spark has coincided with my reading on these subjects to instigate my own short trips. So we are discovering much, and what has seemed like a quiet summer in some ways has really been an active summer, one that we will always remember.
And it's not over yet........
The Moon is in Pisces tonight, especially good for Sweet Dreams.
I Love You, Elizabeth. xoxoxoxoxo :):)
That's funny! And I don't know if I agree with it or not - setting out to copy in order to come up with your own sound - but they are both right about the near impossibility of sounding "original", whatever that may mean. Even Mozart sounded a bit like his idol Haydn!
It's also funny because I just posted a week or so ago about a straight-up, note-for-note steal by Deep Purple. They stole a song called "Bombay Calling" by It's A Beautiful Day and made it into their classic song, "Child In Time", which is considered one of the all-time great hard rock songs. And nobody knows about "Bombay Calling"! So, I was a little surprised to find that out, but both songs are still great songs.
I guess the important thing, because there are only twelve notes after all, is to put your own stamp on things, your own personality, rather than trying to be "original". The best way to be original is to be yourself, because there is only One You! And you are doing exactly that, in your music and photography.
I Love You, my Angel! Have a superb early evening, and I will be back later on. :):)
7pm : Okay, Awesome Lady, those are incredible pics from inside the cave. I just got home and did some quick Googling...........is it in Blue Mounds, Wisconsin? That's my guess! I will be back later to write some more. We are fulfilling our mission already as explorers, preparing for Angkor Wat and Puma Punku! :):)
(back in a while.......)
9:08pm : My girl, what is going on with that Moon? Did you see it tonight? Once again, for the third night in a row, it's huge, and tonight it's even bigger than the last two nights. Wow. I am pretty sure I've never seen it like this before, so many nights in a row, and so huge as tonight. All the more perfect - and for us, too! - because it's also Debussy's birthday. "A Clare De Lune Coincidence" indeed. I will be back in a bit, but I had to remark on the remarkable Moon........
10:50pm : Now I am reading about the underwater city of Nan Madol in Micronesia, and the Mayan "Popol Vuh". This stuff is so mindboggling to me, the likelihood that the human race - or an earlier version of it, when it was under the assistance of "gods" to help it become civilised - was devastated by a near world ending cataclysm. The evidence for all of this is overwhelming, and yet it is relegated to National Geographic. Now, of course that is a legendary magazine, and as a child my Dad enrolled me in the National Geograhic Society. But still.......why is this stuff not on the front page news? That should be what the news is; how mindblowing is the history of our world, our planet, the civilisations that preceded us, how they lived, who helped them to jump from hunter/gathering to organised society.
What in the world happened on this planet?
There is an FB page called (I will paraphrase) "I Freaking Love Science". Well, this is me talking, and I like science, I absolutely love study, but I don't love - by any means - the increasing probability that much of scientific and anthropological/geological/historical "truth" has been deliberately misrepresented, either by omission or comission.
I mean, I won't get started on a tirade about the subject, but when I think that so much learning is right there in our faces - it's all so obvious (sunken cities, ancient metaphysical technologies, so much else), and all that obvious learning is being impeded by a worldwide academic elite that has a stranglehold on the available information..........it is no different than Jet Propulsion Laboratories covering up what their sattelites have photographed on Mars, and in space.
I just think that it is wrong for so-called scientists, who after all, are merely human like the rest of us, to adhere to an agenda. And a big part of that agenda is to have a monopoly on the exploration equipment, and then to withold or hedge, or even deliberately misrepresent what they have found.
Thank God for alternative research!
You see, we wonder why we have internal dreads of the direction modern society is taking, and it is because we can sense where we came from, even though that information is being withheld from us by mainstream science, the so-called "news media", and the politicians.
Sorry to go way off on a tangent! But I am really excited by our photos of late, and this line of study, and when I think that these subjects have only been studied for a few hundred years at most, and that in the past 100 years, there has been an agenda to disclose things according to a very limited, closed-off philosophy..........well, it makes me want to really explore the mysteries even more!
I don't like it when people who have information, withhold or cover that information up.
But, we are on an excellent pathway right now, and it could lead us anywhere. I am very inspired by your explorations of the Summer, my Awesome Darling, and your spark has coincided with my reading on these subjects to instigate my own short trips. So we are discovering much, and what has seemed like a quiet summer in some ways has really been an active summer, one that we will always remember.
And it's not over yet........
The Moon is in Pisces tonight, especially good for Sweet Dreams.
I Love You, Elizabeth. xoxoxoxoxo :):)
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Explorers (more added)
Hey my Baby,
There was another incredible moon out tonight, really big. Did you see it? I went out late once again for my walk and saw it just as it was coming up. Awesome! Speaking of awesome, my Awesome Lady, I am now getting carried away with our future tour plans. Blame Joe Farrell, haha. In "Grid Of The Gods" I was reading about Puma Punku in Bolivia, and I thought, "well, we've gotta go there". That was yesterday. And we do have to go there. But then today, in the same book, I am reading about the Maoi heads on Easter Island. Now, those giant statues are something we've all known about for a long time. Like Stonehenge, they are ancient relics that actually get some publicity and are fairly well known, even if the mystery behind them isn't. Anyway, Joe F. got me interested in them, so I Googled "Easter Island Tours", and........
......some travel package links actually came back.
I had no idea you could actually visit a place like Easter Island. I thought it was so far out in the oceanic boondocks that there was nothing on it (except giant heads!), and that there was no way to get there, unless you were a scientist or explorer. But no, they have tours. Of course, you've gotta be up for a lengthy excursion, just because it is (truly) waaay out in the middle of nowhere, but........it's on the itinerary.
Another one that really blows my mind is called Mohenjo Daro in India. It is a dug-up ancient civilization that had streets and housing and plumbing and who knows what all, but then something happened to 'em, and whatever it was makes the place even more fascinating. Unfortunately, that one you can't visit (and India is not a place I am sure I would feel totally safe in, anyway).
But it's all exciting to think about!
Gonna eat something and will be back in a few......... :):)
11:00pm : Yeah, it's weird and interesting, the difference in global travel possibilities now versus even twenty years ago. For one thing, it's really kind of mindblowing that air travel has only been around for a hundred and ten years, and really for all intents and purposes - for the public - since the 1950s. You could fly before then, but there was no transatlantic flight before Lindberg in 1927, and for about 40 years after that, really up until the late 1960s, flying to Europe was something only rich people did. The airline service was probably better, especially when the deluxe jumbo jets were first introduced, but air travel wasn't for mass consumption back then. Even in the 1980s, you didn't hear about people going to places like Easter Island, and now, at one of the travel links, there are hundreds of reviews of that particular travel package.
So, it's a wide open world. I have gotten hooked on ancient sites because of my reading, but we could always stick with the tried and true also: Paris, Rome, London, Berlin..........St. Petersberg.
With the ancient world, it's almost like visiting another world, a different world. Earth when it was different. And it is only now when people are getting the chance to see such places, so we are entering a new era, when human history will be re-examined and redefined.
Well, my Darling, I hope your day was good. I know school will be starting soon, and I get the feeling you do not feel as overwhelmed by it as perhaps you did earlier in your college career, and that is wonderful if so. I know it's a hell of a schedule to keep. Still, I encourage you to maintain all your other pursuits, artistic and otherwise, and I know you will. In life, it is always good to educate yourself, and immerse yourself and your curiosity in your heart's and mind's desires, even when you are pursuing a university degree. Just keep following your bliss, in other words! You are a very special young woman, Elizabeth. So talented and intelligent, but even more than that.....(it's the intangibles, you know).
We will enjoy the rest of this beautiful season and then we will head into Fall, with great concerts soon to come and so much more; so many interesting things......
And love. Love is the constant.
Sweet Dreams, Special Lady. I Love You So Very Much. xoxoxoxo :):)
There was another incredible moon out tonight, really big. Did you see it? I went out late once again for my walk and saw it just as it was coming up. Awesome! Speaking of awesome, my Awesome Lady, I am now getting carried away with our future tour plans. Blame Joe Farrell, haha. In "Grid Of The Gods" I was reading about Puma Punku in Bolivia, and I thought, "well, we've gotta go there". That was yesterday. And we do have to go there. But then today, in the same book, I am reading about the Maoi heads on Easter Island. Now, those giant statues are something we've all known about for a long time. Like Stonehenge, they are ancient relics that actually get some publicity and are fairly well known, even if the mystery behind them isn't. Anyway, Joe F. got me interested in them, so I Googled "Easter Island Tours", and........
......some travel package links actually came back.
I had no idea you could actually visit a place like Easter Island. I thought it was so far out in the oceanic boondocks that there was nothing on it (except giant heads!), and that there was no way to get there, unless you were a scientist or explorer. But no, they have tours. Of course, you've gotta be up for a lengthy excursion, just because it is (truly) waaay out in the middle of nowhere, but........it's on the itinerary.
Another one that really blows my mind is called Mohenjo Daro in India. It is a dug-up ancient civilization that had streets and housing and plumbing and who knows what all, but then something happened to 'em, and whatever it was makes the place even more fascinating. Unfortunately, that one you can't visit (and India is not a place I am sure I would feel totally safe in, anyway).
But it's all exciting to think about!
Gonna eat something and will be back in a few......... :):)
11:00pm : Yeah, it's weird and interesting, the difference in global travel possibilities now versus even twenty years ago. For one thing, it's really kind of mindblowing that air travel has only been around for a hundred and ten years, and really for all intents and purposes - for the public - since the 1950s. You could fly before then, but there was no transatlantic flight before Lindberg in 1927, and for about 40 years after that, really up until the late 1960s, flying to Europe was something only rich people did. The airline service was probably better, especially when the deluxe jumbo jets were first introduced, but air travel wasn't for mass consumption back then. Even in the 1980s, you didn't hear about people going to places like Easter Island, and now, at one of the travel links, there are hundreds of reviews of that particular travel package.
So, it's a wide open world. I have gotten hooked on ancient sites because of my reading, but we could always stick with the tried and true also: Paris, Rome, London, Berlin..........St. Petersberg.
With the ancient world, it's almost like visiting another world, a different world. Earth when it was different. And it is only now when people are getting the chance to see such places, so we are entering a new era, when human history will be re-examined and redefined.
Well, my Darling, I hope your day was good. I know school will be starting soon, and I get the feeling you do not feel as overwhelmed by it as perhaps you did earlier in your college career, and that is wonderful if so. I know it's a hell of a schedule to keep. Still, I encourage you to maintain all your other pursuits, artistic and otherwise, and I know you will. In life, it is always good to educate yourself, and immerse yourself and your curiosity in your heart's and mind's desires, even when you are pursuing a university degree. Just keep following your bliss, in other words! You are a very special young woman, Elizabeth. So talented and intelligent, but even more than that.....(it's the intangibles, you know).
We will enjoy the rest of this beautiful season and then we will head into Fall, with great concerts soon to come and so much more; so many interesting things......
And love. Love is the constant.
Sweet Dreams, Special Lady. I Love You So Very Much. xoxoxoxo :):)
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Beautiful Blue Moon (more added)
Good Evening, my Angel,
Did you see the Moon tonight? They say it's a Blue Moon, but a different kind. Instead of being the second full moon in a calendar month (a "regular" Blue Moon), this one is the third of four full moons in the season. That too is a rarity, which makes it another kind of Blue Moon. I was just out for my walk and it sure is beautiful. Well, I am gonna have something to eat, and I'll be back to write more in a little while.
But I wanted to check in, because every time I see a moon like that, it reminds me of the Most Special Full Moon Of Them All, in July 2012......."A Clare de Lune coincidence". :):)
I Love You, Elizabeth!
(back in a little bit......)
10:50pm : This morn, while Pearl was at her Golden Agers meeting, I drove to the top of Reseda Boulevard, the southern end at the top of the Santa Monica Mountains. It's weird, you know. This is another place that I haven't been to in probably 25 or 30 years, if not longer, and I think that on the handful of occasions I have been up there, I am sure I've never before gotten out of the car. It's weird, or funny or whatever you want to call it, because the southern end of Reseda Boulevard is only 20 minutes from my home. I mean, I live just yards off Reseda Boulevard, albeit about 8 or 9 miles to the north, but that's not far at all, about double the mileage of one of my walks.
Maybe it's a Valley mentality. When you live on the floor of The Valley, that is your home, your territory, and the mountains are the borders of the territory. Heck, I don't know. I only know that I had never been to the gigantic wilderness park at the top of Reseda until this morning. The Santa Monica mountains aren't incredibly high, maybe 3000 feet approximately, but they are certainly rugged. In the Valley, everything is arranged very neatly, the streets are in a grid system, residential areas are regularly interrupted by small business districts. The Valley is so well organised that it kind of keeps you oblivious to the fact that there is wilderness all around you. That's Los Angeles in general - a really big city surrounded, within and without, by all kinds of wilderness, from mountains to desert to forest to ocean.
But maybe because it's such a city oriented place, you really have to focus outside of that mentality to notice all the wilderness. Mine was only a few miles away, but I'd never been there before. You'd understand if you saw the Valley.
At any rate, I think that I've been inspired by you, and also by my Dad. You go on road trips, medium length, and Dad would do the same. After working all week, he'd pile us in the car on Saturday morning and drive to the mountains (the really big 8000 foot ones up in the Angeles national forest), or take us to San Diego. He just loved to drive, to go somewhere. You are the same way.
I have always been more inwardly directed, when left up to my own devices (it's my Mars in Pisces again), but lately - perhaps because of the type of reading I've been doing (and because of your inspiration, Lake Superior, Special Sideways Tree Place, etc.), I have been making these very short trips just to explore what is all around me, especially since I am discovering that the Valley has been inhabited for such a long time, and that the Indians left behind so many artifacts.
This morning, on my trip to the top of Reseda, I saw hawks, only they were much closer than usual because I was up in their altitude. It was also dead quiet up there. This is my recent fascination, seeking out the "voice" of my environment, stripped of modern trappings. I am finding ancient Valley history in places like Stoney Point, and in the Santa Monica mountains.
For you and I, we have talked about Angkor Wat, and now I have a new site I am really interested in, called Puma Punku in Bolivia, near Lake Titicaca, way up high in the Andes. When I was in Junior High, we learned all about Lake Titicaca (most elevated freshwater lake, or whatever it was), and we learned about sites like Tiotehuacan (sp?), and the cultures of the Mayans and Aztecs, but they never told us anything about a place like Puma Punku. Google the H-Blocks of Puma Punku and you will see that it is an interesting site indeed.
I did some Googling about Stoney Point, and I see that the Tongvas lived there beginning 6000 years ago, and it blows my mind because you can still see their petroglyphs today. Those are the rock carvings I mentioned in yesterday's blog - the rocks that look like faces. One even looks like a buffalo, and another one maybe a ram, but the point is - they're there, and you can see them.......and some Indians carved them a very long time ago.
Because today's business oriented lifestyle seems transitory to me - a phase humanity is going through - I find it interesting to see these reminders all around me of a way of life that lasted for millenia. Of course - and this must be stated with certainty - we are living in an era of progress in which a great many difficulties of past civilizations have been ameliorated. I mean, we modern humans are acclimated to our modern conveniences, and would not last long trying to live a Tongva lifestyle.........
But maybe we can still learn something from them, and more so from incredibly mysterious relics like the H-Blocks at Puma Punku.
That will be another destination on our upcoming intinerary, maybe even the first!
I Love You my Angel. I will see you in the morning. xoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
Did you see the Moon tonight? They say it's a Blue Moon, but a different kind. Instead of being the second full moon in a calendar month (a "regular" Blue Moon), this one is the third of four full moons in the season. That too is a rarity, which makes it another kind of Blue Moon. I was just out for my walk and it sure is beautiful. Well, I am gonna have something to eat, and I'll be back to write more in a little while.
But I wanted to check in, because every time I see a moon like that, it reminds me of the Most Special Full Moon Of Them All, in July 2012......."A Clare de Lune coincidence". :):)
I Love You, Elizabeth!
(back in a little bit......)
10:50pm : This morn, while Pearl was at her Golden Agers meeting, I drove to the top of Reseda Boulevard, the southern end at the top of the Santa Monica Mountains. It's weird, you know. This is another place that I haven't been to in probably 25 or 30 years, if not longer, and I think that on the handful of occasions I have been up there, I am sure I've never before gotten out of the car. It's weird, or funny or whatever you want to call it, because the southern end of Reseda Boulevard is only 20 minutes from my home. I mean, I live just yards off Reseda Boulevard, albeit about 8 or 9 miles to the north, but that's not far at all, about double the mileage of one of my walks.
Maybe it's a Valley mentality. When you live on the floor of The Valley, that is your home, your territory, and the mountains are the borders of the territory. Heck, I don't know. I only know that I had never been to the gigantic wilderness park at the top of Reseda until this morning. The Santa Monica mountains aren't incredibly high, maybe 3000 feet approximately, but they are certainly rugged. In the Valley, everything is arranged very neatly, the streets are in a grid system, residential areas are regularly interrupted by small business districts. The Valley is so well organised that it kind of keeps you oblivious to the fact that there is wilderness all around you. That's Los Angeles in general - a really big city surrounded, within and without, by all kinds of wilderness, from mountains to desert to forest to ocean.
But maybe because it's such a city oriented place, you really have to focus outside of that mentality to notice all the wilderness. Mine was only a few miles away, but I'd never been there before. You'd understand if you saw the Valley.
At any rate, I think that I've been inspired by you, and also by my Dad. You go on road trips, medium length, and Dad would do the same. After working all week, he'd pile us in the car on Saturday morning and drive to the mountains (the really big 8000 foot ones up in the Angeles national forest), or take us to San Diego. He just loved to drive, to go somewhere. You are the same way.
I have always been more inwardly directed, when left up to my own devices (it's my Mars in Pisces again), but lately - perhaps because of the type of reading I've been doing (and because of your inspiration, Lake Superior, Special Sideways Tree Place, etc.), I have been making these very short trips just to explore what is all around me, especially since I am discovering that the Valley has been inhabited for such a long time, and that the Indians left behind so many artifacts.
This morning, on my trip to the top of Reseda, I saw hawks, only they were much closer than usual because I was up in their altitude. It was also dead quiet up there. This is my recent fascination, seeking out the "voice" of my environment, stripped of modern trappings. I am finding ancient Valley history in places like Stoney Point, and in the Santa Monica mountains.
For you and I, we have talked about Angkor Wat, and now I have a new site I am really interested in, called Puma Punku in Bolivia, near Lake Titicaca, way up high in the Andes. When I was in Junior High, we learned all about Lake Titicaca (most elevated freshwater lake, or whatever it was), and we learned about sites like Tiotehuacan (sp?), and the cultures of the Mayans and Aztecs, but they never told us anything about a place like Puma Punku. Google the H-Blocks of Puma Punku and you will see that it is an interesting site indeed.
I did some Googling about Stoney Point, and I see that the Tongvas lived there beginning 6000 years ago, and it blows my mind because you can still see their petroglyphs today. Those are the rock carvings I mentioned in yesterday's blog - the rocks that look like faces. One even looks like a buffalo, and another one maybe a ram, but the point is - they're there, and you can see them.......and some Indians carved them a very long time ago.
Because today's business oriented lifestyle seems transitory to me - a phase humanity is going through - I find it interesting to see these reminders all around me of a way of life that lasted for millenia. Of course - and this must be stated with certainty - we are living in an era of progress in which a great many difficulties of past civilizations have been ameliorated. I mean, we modern humans are acclimated to our modern conveniences, and would not last long trying to live a Tongva lifestyle.........
But maybe we can still learn something from them, and more so from incredibly mysterious relics like the H-Blocks at Puma Punku.
That will be another destination on our upcoming intinerary, maybe even the first!
I Love You my Angel. I will see you in the morning. xoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
Monday, August 19, 2013
Artifacts
Hey my Darling,
Happy Monday evening. I am just hanging out at home, researching on Google for more local sites to check out and photograph. I had such a good time at Stoney Point that now I wanna find more "ancient sites"! We may not have a Stonehenge or Puma Punku here in The Valley, but we've gotta have something, lol. One thing I was thinking today was that, as far as I know anyway, nobody has ever done any archeological digging here. They've done some in West Los Angeles (if you've ever heard of the La Brea Tar Pits, a dinosaur fossil site), but I'm pretty sure they've never done any in the Valley, because it was developed so quickly over the last half century.
It sure would be neat to try. I bet they could find all kinds of artifacts, maybe even a buried Indian village.
I hope you had a good start to your week. I see your Wisconsin choir post, via your friend, and I know school is coming up, and I was wondering this even last year; have you been singing in a choir, perhaps at school? I know you had sung with a choir or choral group before (in high school?) because you told me so, and I am gonna guess that you are involved with singing at UW, because your Eric Whitacre posts also began after school started last year. I hope you are still singing, and especially if you like or even love to sing, because you have a beautiful voice.
Well, that is all I know for today. We will plant a seed of intent for the future, and soon make a plan, nothing fancy, just a statement, a plan, of something to do, like a road trip or larger undertaking. Obviously, first we have to meet, and talk, etc. And you have to finish school. But in "making a plan", we will have put the energy of that plan, that information, out into the Universe where it can be processsed. A plan is just that - "a plan". It can always be re-thought, or even cancelled (though that won't happen to us!). But the point is to make the plan, and to "put it out there", so that it exists.
That is how a plan becomes reality. As of now, it's still a plan. But let's say we have just made that plan (which, remember, can always be altered). That means the seed of Intent has been planted, if you agree of course........
I Love You, Elizabeth. xoxoxoxoxo :):)
Happy Monday evening. I am just hanging out at home, researching on Google for more local sites to check out and photograph. I had such a good time at Stoney Point that now I wanna find more "ancient sites"! We may not have a Stonehenge or Puma Punku here in The Valley, but we've gotta have something, lol. One thing I was thinking today was that, as far as I know anyway, nobody has ever done any archeological digging here. They've done some in West Los Angeles (if you've ever heard of the La Brea Tar Pits, a dinosaur fossil site), but I'm pretty sure they've never done any in the Valley, because it was developed so quickly over the last half century.
It sure would be neat to try. I bet they could find all kinds of artifacts, maybe even a buried Indian village.
I hope you had a good start to your week. I see your Wisconsin choir post, via your friend, and I know school is coming up, and I was wondering this even last year; have you been singing in a choir, perhaps at school? I know you had sung with a choir or choral group before (in high school?) because you told me so, and I am gonna guess that you are involved with singing at UW, because your Eric Whitacre posts also began after school started last year. I hope you are still singing, and especially if you like or even love to sing, because you have a beautiful voice.
Well, that is all I know for today. We will plant a seed of intent for the future, and soon make a plan, nothing fancy, just a statement, a plan, of something to do, like a road trip or larger undertaking. Obviously, first we have to meet, and talk, etc. And you have to finish school. But in "making a plan", we will have put the energy of that plan, that information, out into the Universe where it can be processsed. A plan is just that - "a plan". It can always be re-thought, or even cancelled (though that won't happen to us!). But the point is to make the plan, and to "put it out there", so that it exists.
That is how a plan becomes reality. As of now, it's still a plan. But let's say we have just made that plan (which, remember, can always be altered). That means the seed of Intent has been planted, if you agree of course........
I Love You, Elizabeth. xoxoxoxoxo :):)
Sunday, August 18, 2013
Stoney Point
Good Evening, My Angel,
I was just now trying an experiment with this blog and it didn't work. I noticed at the top of the template that there are links to upload videos and photos, and I wanted to add a photo but it didn't work. The photos have to come from a Google+ photo album, and I don't have any of those. You can't upload directly from your camera's photo card. Well anyway, I had posted a bunch of photos on FB this afternoon from a place near my home called Stoney Point. It is a solitary rock formation resembling a small, isolated mountain, and it is located near Chatsworth Park, about 5 miles from here. Usually on Sunday mornings I take the Kobedog to CSUN while Pearl is in church, but he is currently on a No Excercise mandate from the vet. I had some free time, so I drove over to Stoney Point because we've been talking so much about rocks, and sacred places and the Earth Grid and whatnot. Stoney Point is similar to Vasquez Rocks (which I drove to back in June) in that both are large rock formations, and what I have always been very interested in is the boulders themselves.
I think they are sandstone, but what has always interested me is that the Chatsworth mountains themselves are made of two seperate types of material: earth, and these enormous boulders, and the boulders are either embedded in the mountain of earth, as in the Santa Susana mountains that form the western boundary of The Valley, or they are a solid formation unto themselves, like Vasquez Rocks. Stoney Point is made of earth, too, but the boulders look to be heaped on top of one another, and then you will also see boulders - some the size of a small house - just sitting by themselves, next to a road, or on the flat of the land next to a hillside.
What I have always wondered is, how in the world did those boulders get there? I am sure a geologist could provide me with a theory, but as I have also studied what is called Catastrophism (see Immanuel Velikovsky and others), I am not sure I would accept a mainstream geological answer. The first obvious thing is that they've been there for a long time. Tens of thousands of years? Millions of years? Billions of years?
I just took a break to do some Googling about sandstone, and a lot of stuff came back about how sedimentary rock is formed. Some photos came back of sandstone boulders from the cretateous age, which lasted 79 million years, from 66 million years ago to 145 million years ago. So most of those rocks have been sitting there for an incredibly long time. According to geologists, they are formed from sediment, which always lies at the bottom of a body of water. I am in danger here of going off on a major tangent, because this is a favorite subject of mine, earth history. I will be honest and say that I do not entirely (or even partially) trust official historical studies of geology, anymore than I trust official studies of anthropology, sociology, or even medicine for that matter. So many of the studies and sciences of these subjects are, for one thing, only a few hundred years old at best, and in many cases the theories they arrived at, though based in the scientific process, were arrived at through competiton and via funding (grants, etc.) and expected results (the human ego factor), and so - for those reasons cannot be considered to be 100% accurate.
As in everything I do, I always go by intuition and feel. If you want to know about a rock, touch it. The same with a tree. You might not be able to relate everything you learned by those touches, but you will understand it on a permanent subconscious level. I think of the enormous boulders that are separated from the mountains, and lie on the flat Valley floor perhaps a half mile from the mountainside, and the only thing I can imagine that moved them there is water. And it must have been a massive force of water to move multi-thousand ton boulders a substantial distance.
But I go too far on a tangent, because I am also interested in the human component, and the Indians (Tongva and Chumash) who lived here for 8000 years. I was thinking of that as I took my photos this morn. Some of the sandstone boulders at Stoney Point appear to have "faces" on them. Me being me, I always look for symbolic and physical "faces" in many things that I photograph, because I am always looking for the Spiritual in life, as it radiates outward from the Aether. But at Stoney Point, which I haven't visited much, I was struck by how easy it is to see these "faces". It's almost impossible not to notice them, though I realise that most folks aren't wired to focus on such matters. Still, the images jumped out at me, and I thought of the Indians.
They had been in The Valley for 8000 years.
That blows my mind.
I see all the development, and all the cars and hustle-bustle. As soon as I pull out of my driveway I am being tailgated by an incessant society, hell-bent on.........what?
What is modern society after? I certainly do not know, but I know they are in a hurry.
Society would do well to study the rocks, and the multi-millenial dwellers - the Indians - who lived in and around those rocks for thousands of years.
Thousands Of Years.
Some of the boulders seem to have been carved, or attempted to have been carved, into likenesses.
That is what I noticed today, and it wasn't anything I had to look for. Rather, it jumped right out at me.
I am interested in the past because it has so much to tell us, and we have not even begun to scratch the surface.
I Love You my Darling, I hope you had a good weekend, and I will see you in the morn. We will study places like Stoney, and Lake Superior, and your Special Place with the sideways trees, and Angkor Wat, and many others..........but we will study them with our own take, our own intelligence. And in this way we will gain new understanding.
xoxoxoxoxo :):)
I was just now trying an experiment with this blog and it didn't work. I noticed at the top of the template that there are links to upload videos and photos, and I wanted to add a photo but it didn't work. The photos have to come from a Google+ photo album, and I don't have any of those. You can't upload directly from your camera's photo card. Well anyway, I had posted a bunch of photos on FB this afternoon from a place near my home called Stoney Point. It is a solitary rock formation resembling a small, isolated mountain, and it is located near Chatsworth Park, about 5 miles from here. Usually on Sunday mornings I take the Kobedog to CSUN while Pearl is in church, but he is currently on a No Excercise mandate from the vet. I had some free time, so I drove over to Stoney Point because we've been talking so much about rocks, and sacred places and the Earth Grid and whatnot. Stoney Point is similar to Vasquez Rocks (which I drove to back in June) in that both are large rock formations, and what I have always been very interested in is the boulders themselves.
I think they are sandstone, but what has always interested me is that the Chatsworth mountains themselves are made of two seperate types of material: earth, and these enormous boulders, and the boulders are either embedded in the mountain of earth, as in the Santa Susana mountains that form the western boundary of The Valley, or they are a solid formation unto themselves, like Vasquez Rocks. Stoney Point is made of earth, too, but the boulders look to be heaped on top of one another, and then you will also see boulders - some the size of a small house - just sitting by themselves, next to a road, or on the flat of the land next to a hillside.
What I have always wondered is, how in the world did those boulders get there? I am sure a geologist could provide me with a theory, but as I have also studied what is called Catastrophism (see Immanuel Velikovsky and others), I am not sure I would accept a mainstream geological answer. The first obvious thing is that they've been there for a long time. Tens of thousands of years? Millions of years? Billions of years?
I just took a break to do some Googling about sandstone, and a lot of stuff came back about how sedimentary rock is formed. Some photos came back of sandstone boulders from the cretateous age, which lasted 79 million years, from 66 million years ago to 145 million years ago. So most of those rocks have been sitting there for an incredibly long time. According to geologists, they are formed from sediment, which always lies at the bottom of a body of water. I am in danger here of going off on a major tangent, because this is a favorite subject of mine, earth history. I will be honest and say that I do not entirely (or even partially) trust official historical studies of geology, anymore than I trust official studies of anthropology, sociology, or even medicine for that matter. So many of the studies and sciences of these subjects are, for one thing, only a few hundred years old at best, and in many cases the theories they arrived at, though based in the scientific process, were arrived at through competiton and via funding (grants, etc.) and expected results (the human ego factor), and so - for those reasons cannot be considered to be 100% accurate.
As in everything I do, I always go by intuition and feel. If you want to know about a rock, touch it. The same with a tree. You might not be able to relate everything you learned by those touches, but you will understand it on a permanent subconscious level. I think of the enormous boulders that are separated from the mountains, and lie on the flat Valley floor perhaps a half mile from the mountainside, and the only thing I can imagine that moved them there is water. And it must have been a massive force of water to move multi-thousand ton boulders a substantial distance.
But I go too far on a tangent, because I am also interested in the human component, and the Indians (Tongva and Chumash) who lived here for 8000 years. I was thinking of that as I took my photos this morn. Some of the sandstone boulders at Stoney Point appear to have "faces" on them. Me being me, I always look for symbolic and physical "faces" in many things that I photograph, because I am always looking for the Spiritual in life, as it radiates outward from the Aether. But at Stoney Point, which I haven't visited much, I was struck by how easy it is to see these "faces". It's almost impossible not to notice them, though I realise that most folks aren't wired to focus on such matters. Still, the images jumped out at me, and I thought of the Indians.
They had been in The Valley for 8000 years.
That blows my mind.
I see all the development, and all the cars and hustle-bustle. As soon as I pull out of my driveway I am being tailgated by an incessant society, hell-bent on.........what?
What is modern society after? I certainly do not know, but I know they are in a hurry.
Society would do well to study the rocks, and the multi-millenial dwellers - the Indians - who lived in and around those rocks for thousands of years.
Thousands Of Years.
Some of the boulders seem to have been carved, or attempted to have been carved, into likenesses.
That is what I noticed today, and it wasn't anything I had to look for. Rather, it jumped right out at me.
I am interested in the past because it has so much to tell us, and we have not even begun to scratch the surface.
I Love You my Darling, I hope you had a good weekend, and I will see you in the morn. We will study places like Stoney, and Lake Superior, and your Special Place with the sideways trees, and Angkor Wat, and many others..........but we will study them with our own take, our own intelligence. And in this way we will gain new understanding.
xoxoxoxoxo :):)
Saturday, August 17, 2013
Sisters
Good Evening, my Darling,
My sister Vickie and I were with Sophie all afternoon in Glendale, then I came back and went straight to Pearl's, so tonight I'm just taking it easy, reading and still enjoying the quiet in my building. If you knew how noisy this place has been for the past three years (some really obnoxious tenants) you would see why I so love the quiet, lol. This time, I think it may extend into the school year, as we seem to have a better crowd of people here for once. All summer long, you can hear a pin drop..........I love it!
Vickie and I took Sophie to a restaurant called Islands, an upscale SoCal "surfer" themed burger joint. You know me, I've been on the No Fun Diet for a few years now, but today I said the hell with it, and I had a giant sized hamburger with blue cheese, a huge side of fries, two diet cokes, and then at the end, when the waiter brought out an enormous piece of Hot Fudge Cake (everything in these chain restaurants is enormous!), I ate about half of that, too. I try to be a good boy with my eating habits, and mostly I am plant based, but today was a treat and I can get away with that. But now it's back to split peas, oatmeal & blueberries, black beans, salmon, almonds & bananas & raisins, a tub of cottage cheese here and there for calcium, spinach, and veggies, veggies, veggies. And avocados every day. I just read an article that said they are "nature's perfect food". But then they say that about broccoli, too.
At any rate, it was good to have my sisters together, and we had a nice lunch.
Hope you had a great day too!
I Love You :):)
My sister Vickie and I were with Sophie all afternoon in Glendale, then I came back and went straight to Pearl's, so tonight I'm just taking it easy, reading and still enjoying the quiet in my building. If you knew how noisy this place has been for the past three years (some really obnoxious tenants) you would see why I so love the quiet, lol. This time, I think it may extend into the school year, as we seem to have a better crowd of people here for once. All summer long, you can hear a pin drop..........I love it!
Vickie and I took Sophie to a restaurant called Islands, an upscale SoCal "surfer" themed burger joint. You know me, I've been on the No Fun Diet for a few years now, but today I said the hell with it, and I had a giant sized hamburger with blue cheese, a huge side of fries, two diet cokes, and then at the end, when the waiter brought out an enormous piece of Hot Fudge Cake (everything in these chain restaurants is enormous!), I ate about half of that, too. I try to be a good boy with my eating habits, and mostly I am plant based, but today was a treat and I can get away with that. But now it's back to split peas, oatmeal & blueberries, black beans, salmon, almonds & bananas & raisins, a tub of cottage cheese here and there for calcium, spinach, and veggies, veggies, veggies. And avocados every day. I just read an article that said they are "nature's perfect food". But then they say that about broccoli, too.
At any rate, it was good to have my sisters together, and we had a nice lunch.
Hope you had a great day too!
I Love You :):)
Friday, August 16, 2013
Melt (more added, and much love)
Happy Friday, my Angel! I hope you had a nice day, and that your weekend is off to a good start. Well, you learn something new every day, and now I know what those flowers are called : Morning Glories! We have them all over the place, and for years I always called them Trumpet Flowers because of their shape. They line a long stretch of fence up at CSUN, and I always thought they were so pretty that I took a photo of them myself back in the '90s. But from now on they are Trumpet Flowers no more. Hello, Morning Glories.
We were a little worried about the Kobester the past couple days, because he would tremble at times, and yelp if you touched him, and yet most of the time he seemed normal and always ate his food, had a cold wet nose (btw, did you know that dogs get their noses installed at the Naugahyde Shop? It's true, but I digress). Anyhow, this morn we thought it best to take him to the vet, and it turns out he's just got a sore back, most likely from jumping off the top of the couch, so that was good news. Kobi is 13, but usually has the energy of a three year old, and he thinks he's a stunt dog.
I will go on my walk now, and then write more at the usual time.
Elizabeth? I Love You, you know, but also........sometimes when I think of you, you just melt me. :):)
(back in a little while.....)
11pm : Today was a TCB kinda day (taking care of business), so I am just taking it easy this eve, my brain on cruise control. I am browsing movies on Amazon, playing acoustic, enjoying the quiet in my building. Tomorrow, Vickie is gonna come over and we are gonna take Sophie out for her birthday after all. That makes me happy. Right now, I am focused on continuing to build a foundation for us. You posted yesterday about artist's salaries transposed to CEOs and doctors and the like, and it's funny because, well, I think that most of those folks could not cope with the faith it takes to trust, as an artistic person must trust, that the money will be there. Folks in the Corporate World thrive on the trust of a System, and if they climb that ladder high enough, that System can work for them. But the catch - and it is huge - is that "This Is Your Life", end of story. Those folks are now part of that System, and that is their life - think about that......it's their life - and I think, from my perspective, that you really have to be comfortable in that world to accept that it is going to be your life. For those who sense they will not be comfortable in such a world, acceptance of it is a dreadful proposition.
The trade off, for an Artist (or an artistic person in general), is faith. Faith that money will be there. Faith that enthusiasm will be there, curiosity will be there, i.e. the Artistic Impulse. I think the key, besides trusting in the money and practical ends of things, is to start from the inside. Rather than dwelling always on what you are going to produce, receive what inspires you.
Receive. That's why you were born an Artist in the first place. If you were not born with a Corporate Personality, which is to say a Follower Personality or System-based Personality, then go with what you were given. As an Artistic Soul, you were born with gifts of reception and faith.
So that is my message for tonight. Trust and believe, in yourself, your faith, and your support system. This is what artists do. The huge, huge payoff is that they do not have to give their lives (and think about that word again) over to a System of Strict Regimentation and Non-Creativity.
That's the payoff for an Artistic Person. With faith, their life is their own.
I Love You, Elizabeth. Sweet Dreams, a big hug and kiss, and I will see you in the morning.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
We were a little worried about the Kobester the past couple days, because he would tremble at times, and yelp if you touched him, and yet most of the time he seemed normal and always ate his food, had a cold wet nose (btw, did you know that dogs get their noses installed at the Naugahyde Shop? It's true, but I digress). Anyhow, this morn we thought it best to take him to the vet, and it turns out he's just got a sore back, most likely from jumping off the top of the couch, so that was good news. Kobi is 13, but usually has the energy of a three year old, and he thinks he's a stunt dog.
I will go on my walk now, and then write more at the usual time.
Elizabeth? I Love You, you know, but also........sometimes when I think of you, you just melt me. :):)
(back in a little while.....)
11pm : Today was a TCB kinda day (taking care of business), so I am just taking it easy this eve, my brain on cruise control. I am browsing movies on Amazon, playing acoustic, enjoying the quiet in my building. Tomorrow, Vickie is gonna come over and we are gonna take Sophie out for her birthday after all. That makes me happy. Right now, I am focused on continuing to build a foundation for us. You posted yesterday about artist's salaries transposed to CEOs and doctors and the like, and it's funny because, well, I think that most of those folks could not cope with the faith it takes to trust, as an artistic person must trust, that the money will be there. Folks in the Corporate World thrive on the trust of a System, and if they climb that ladder high enough, that System can work for them. But the catch - and it is huge - is that "This Is Your Life", end of story. Those folks are now part of that System, and that is their life - think about that......it's their life - and I think, from my perspective, that you really have to be comfortable in that world to accept that it is going to be your life. For those who sense they will not be comfortable in such a world, acceptance of it is a dreadful proposition.
The trade off, for an Artist (or an artistic person in general), is faith. Faith that money will be there. Faith that enthusiasm will be there, curiosity will be there, i.e. the Artistic Impulse. I think the key, besides trusting in the money and practical ends of things, is to start from the inside. Rather than dwelling always on what you are going to produce, receive what inspires you.
Receive. That's why you were born an Artist in the first place. If you were not born with a Corporate Personality, which is to say a Follower Personality or System-based Personality, then go with what you were given. As an Artistic Soul, you were born with gifts of reception and faith.
So that is my message for tonight. Trust and believe, in yourself, your faith, and your support system. This is what artists do. The huge, huge payoff is that they do not have to give their lives (and think about that word again) over to a System of Strict Regimentation and Non-Creativity.
That's the payoff for an Artistic Person. With faith, their life is their own.
I Love You, Elizabeth. Sweet Dreams, a big hug and kiss, and I will see you in the morning.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
Thursday, August 15, 2013
An Interesting Photograph (Russia added) (You Rule And I Love You added)
Good evening, my Darling! I'm waiting on my walk once again, it's still a bit warm out at the moment. I was interested in the photo you posted this afternoon, not only because I love seemingly abstract or out-of-the-norm photography like that, but also because it reminds me of the scenes I saw and photographed myself, inside the Northridge Meadows apartments after the earthquake. In your posted photo, the house could have been just left to run down or even abandoned, but there are signs similar to a natural disaster such as the missing and separated drywall, cracks in the wall, and - very similar to what I saw after the quake - the jumble of items on the floor. Here, it looks as if it may have been a result of pack-rat conditions, and I'm not sure why I say that, except possibly because of the items that are neatly arrayed on the shelves to the left. That small bit of order would seem to preclude the violent force of a natural disaster, but even in my guessing about it, we can see something interesting about the photo - in it's very unusual subject matter alone, it tells a mysterious story, one in which the viewer is left to interpret the details for himself.
Who lived there? What happened to their house? Do they still live there? Etc., etc.
I absolutely love that kind of thing, and also that there is incongruity in the picture, disorder and tidiness, sadness and optimism (in the form of the wooden bird). So there is a lot going on in the frame, which is why one commenter stated that he could stare at it for hours.
It is kind of what I meant when I said a few weeks ago that I wanted to try for some random type shots, I want to say ala Henry Cartier-Bresson, though he isn't a perfect example. But in some of his street scenes, you'd just see a whole lot of random images, just as your eye would see if you looked out a window onto a busy street. I wanted to just capture anything (trees, buildings, people, cars, distant objects, signs, shadows, you name it), and I wanted to capture many different objects and goings-on in one photo, without regard to their relation to one another, but...........and here is what is important.......I wanted my random pictures to have good lines, good balance, good composition. Good photo-feng shui, as we were talking about a while back! :)
So that's why I love that photo you posted today. It has all of that. It's not purposely random perhaps, in the intent of the photographer, because he wanted to depict one thing (the chaos of the room) rather than a series of random objects chosen from an un-preplanned location. Yet he still captured that abstract quality, and the incongruities, and most of all the mystery of the story, and he did it all with the good lines/balance/composition that I am talking about.
That room is so reminiscent of The Meadows, the grimness and quietude of the place, that it is fascinating to me. Well, now I will go for my walk, but I will write more later on, at the usual time. Hope your day was awesome. I Love You! :):)
(back in a while......)
10:40pm : Russia, eh? That's fine with me! Funny, too (funny meaning cool, not "haha"), because I have long had Russia high on my list of Places To Visit. My Dad used to subscribe to a magazine called Soviet Life, back in the communist days (and in those days I was a commie, too, lol), and somewhere along the way, I developed a soft spot for the Russian people, their history and land. It's one reason why I love Russian movies so much. I always thought Russians, or at least their culture, had a lot of soul. So, where in Russia? Moscow? St.Petersburg? If we went there, we could see L'Ermitage. If you ever wanna see a neat movie, watch "Russian Ark", which is a camera-eye tour of L'Ermitage, all shot in a single take! In it, the museum comes to life throughout it's history, with costumed actors and dancers playing visitors and artists through the ages. Russia is humongous, so pick your city or territory, and we will go! And if you wanna go there first, we shall.
(back in a minute, I just wanted to post this right away.....)
11:05pm : Whether you meant Russia specifically, or simply "passport" in the broader sense, we are going, my Angel. I've never been too far from L.A. in my life (San Francisco, San Diego, Las Vegas, and in between), so it will be a mindblower for me. That's on the International side of things. We can also have neat little road trips, smaller but still fascinating, that can be just for exploration purposes. I did see that the photographer you posted earlier was taking pictures in a ghost town in Chicago. And, I had mentioned a while back that it would be really neat to take a drive through the desert and photograph old abandoned places - you might find something out in the middle of nowhere, like the remnants of a foundation of a house, or an old mine shaft. But it could be anything. Me, I just happen to love decay, and the way it comes to life when untouched. I love the way silence and isolation can affect an environment.
One thing is for sure; awesome things are in the process of happening. Once you plant the seeds of intent, then that process is underway. It takes means, too, but that's why I have been saving money.
Then, once you choose your destination, and decide what you want to see and feel, what environment you seek, and you have the means to get there (which we do), all you've gotta do is go.
And we shall, you and I.
It will be an absolute blast, but it will also be an experience .
I can't wait, Elizabeth. I Love You and wish you Sweet Dreams. Wonderful times ahead! :):) xoxoxoxo
Who lived there? What happened to their house? Do they still live there? Etc., etc.
I absolutely love that kind of thing, and also that there is incongruity in the picture, disorder and tidiness, sadness and optimism (in the form of the wooden bird). So there is a lot going on in the frame, which is why one commenter stated that he could stare at it for hours.
It is kind of what I meant when I said a few weeks ago that I wanted to try for some random type shots, I want to say ala Henry Cartier-Bresson, though he isn't a perfect example. But in some of his street scenes, you'd just see a whole lot of random images, just as your eye would see if you looked out a window onto a busy street. I wanted to just capture anything (trees, buildings, people, cars, distant objects, signs, shadows, you name it), and I wanted to capture many different objects and goings-on in one photo, without regard to their relation to one another, but...........and here is what is important.......I wanted my random pictures to have good lines, good balance, good composition. Good photo-feng shui, as we were talking about a while back! :)
So that's why I love that photo you posted today. It has all of that. It's not purposely random perhaps, in the intent of the photographer, because he wanted to depict one thing (the chaos of the room) rather than a series of random objects chosen from an un-preplanned location. Yet he still captured that abstract quality, and the incongruities, and most of all the mystery of the story, and he did it all with the good lines/balance/composition that I am talking about.
That room is so reminiscent of The Meadows, the grimness and quietude of the place, that it is fascinating to me. Well, now I will go for my walk, but I will write more later on, at the usual time. Hope your day was awesome. I Love You! :):)
(back in a while......)
10:40pm : Russia, eh? That's fine with me! Funny, too (funny meaning cool, not "haha"), because I have long had Russia high on my list of Places To Visit. My Dad used to subscribe to a magazine called Soviet Life, back in the communist days (and in those days I was a commie, too, lol), and somewhere along the way, I developed a soft spot for the Russian people, their history and land. It's one reason why I love Russian movies so much. I always thought Russians, or at least their culture, had a lot of soul. So, where in Russia? Moscow? St.Petersburg? If we went there, we could see L'Ermitage. If you ever wanna see a neat movie, watch "Russian Ark", which is a camera-eye tour of L'Ermitage, all shot in a single take! In it, the museum comes to life throughout it's history, with costumed actors and dancers playing visitors and artists through the ages. Russia is humongous, so pick your city or territory, and we will go! And if you wanna go there first, we shall.
(back in a minute, I just wanted to post this right away.....)
11:05pm : Whether you meant Russia specifically, or simply "passport" in the broader sense, we are going, my Angel. I've never been too far from L.A. in my life (San Francisco, San Diego, Las Vegas, and in between), so it will be a mindblower for me. That's on the International side of things. We can also have neat little road trips, smaller but still fascinating, that can be just for exploration purposes. I did see that the photographer you posted earlier was taking pictures in a ghost town in Chicago. And, I had mentioned a while back that it would be really neat to take a drive through the desert and photograph old abandoned places - you might find something out in the middle of nowhere, like the remnants of a foundation of a house, or an old mine shaft. But it could be anything. Me, I just happen to love decay, and the way it comes to life when untouched. I love the way silence and isolation can affect an environment.
One thing is for sure; awesome things are in the process of happening. Once you plant the seeds of intent, then that process is underway. It takes means, too, but that's why I have been saving money.
Then, once you choose your destination, and decide what you want to see and feel, what environment you seek, and you have the means to get there (which we do), all you've gotta do is go.
And we shall, you and I.
It will be an absolute blast, but it will also be an experience .
I can't wait, Elizabeth. I Love You and wish you Sweet Dreams. Wonderful times ahead! :):) xoxoxoxo
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Rock Lake (more added) (megalithic structures added, and goodnight kiss)
Awesome lady! Wow, this is neat. I am just getting ready to go on my walk, so I will write more about it later tonight, but I wanted to mention Rock Lake. Of course I mean the Rock Lake which is located about 40 miles from where you live. Surely you know about it's reputation? I will guess that the answer is yes. Well, last week after finishing "The Philosopher's Stone", I began another Joe Farrell book, written in 2011, called "The Grid Of The Gods". And I just got to page 100, and he mentions Rock Lake. You probably already know why, but I didn't, and it blew my mind. So, I will leave it at that for the moment, and write more following my walk at around the usual time.
I Love You and hope you had a wonderful day! :):)
(back in a bit.......)
10:10pm : Okay, you probably already know about the creature in Lake Mendota. I am getting carried away now, looking up stuff. You know how it is when you're researching something on the Internet, and you find one link, and it leads to another and so on. Well, I won't go too far off on a tangent, but I found a site in that manner, and it's called w-files.com, and the "w" stands of course for Wisconsin, and as you can guess by the name of the web site, it's all about Weird Stuff In Wisconsin. And one of the Weird Things is the 35 foot serpentine creature that was spotted in Lake Mendota in the 1890s. Kinda like the Loch Ness monster, probably.
But initially, I was looking up stuff about Rock Lake. First of all, check out this video I found just a minute ago (and dig the narrator!) : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o3-OnfEHZz8
I'll be back in a few minutes...... :)
10:50 : Joe Farrell is primarily a researcher, so a lot of his work is based on previous research by others. His genius - and he is that - is for compiling it all and presenting it in a new way, unthought of before. But anyhow, his "Grid Of The Gods" is all about the energy grid inherant in the Earth. As I wrote in another blog, the grid and it's geometries extend both outward into the heavens and inward to the quantum world. The ancients understood that there were energy cycles (read about the Hindu Yugas) within these geometries, and that the very lines they were formed by - their geometric structures - acted as power sources of incredible influence on human beings and human consciousness. So, structures were built - pyramids, stone circles and henges, enormous earthen mounds, and others - to act as conduits for this electromagnetic rotational power that lay within the Earth, and extended to the sky and also inward to the particle world, like a Universal Gyroscope.
All these structures, from Stonehenge to Angkhor Wat (which we are gonna visit, maybe first on our list), to the pyramids in Rock Lake, were built according to exact arithmetic measurements to line up with the Great Pyramid at Giza as a prime meridian.
We are going back to a time, with this subject, when human consciousness - at least for the elites who built these structures - was so highly developed that it may have enabled them to commune (similar to communication) with each other at great distances, and also to commune with their gods (beings more evolved than them) at even greater distances. Structures were built to exact specifications with harmonic resonance in mind, and there is evidence to suggest that the Greek temples functioned not only as gathering places but also as receivers and transmiters of group psychic activity.
All of these ancient structures were part of a Global machine, that ulilised a science lost to modern man, a science of intuition and celestial/universal energy that allowed for a holistic form of interconnectivity between humans and whomever helped them to become civilised in the first place, their gods of myth.
At any rate, I am always fascinated by this stuff. We are definitely gonna visit Angkhor Wat, so get ready. I mention all this to you because you do know about the energies that are transmitted through certain crystals, rocks, harmonic sounds, and in other forms of transmission. Heck, I don't know what all you know, but I know you know a lot! As for me, I go by feel, as in most everything I do, and though I don't know of ley lines in the Valley area, I have no doubt there are some, and we have ancient sites here too, like the cave paintings in Chatsworth. I am really interested in the Earth Pulse energy, though, and how the ancient, antidiluvian peoples had a science that allowed them to identify it and utilise it, through their system of megalithic structures.
One of which is in a lake near your town!
So, that's all I know for tonight. I Love You, my Angel.
Sweet Dreams, Angkhor Wat here we come! :):) xoxoxoxoxoxoxo
(one last point, because I just saw your post about the dream, and that is You Rule.) more hugs and kisses xoxoxoxoxoxo
I Love You and hope you had a wonderful day! :):)
(back in a bit.......)
10:10pm : Okay, you probably already know about the creature in Lake Mendota. I am getting carried away now, looking up stuff. You know how it is when you're researching something on the Internet, and you find one link, and it leads to another and so on. Well, I won't go too far off on a tangent, but I found a site in that manner, and it's called w-files.com, and the "w" stands of course for Wisconsin, and as you can guess by the name of the web site, it's all about Weird Stuff In Wisconsin. And one of the Weird Things is the 35 foot serpentine creature that was spotted in Lake Mendota in the 1890s. Kinda like the Loch Ness monster, probably.
But initially, I was looking up stuff about Rock Lake. First of all, check out this video I found just a minute ago (and dig the narrator!) : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o3-OnfEHZz8
I'll be back in a few minutes...... :)
10:50 : Joe Farrell is primarily a researcher, so a lot of his work is based on previous research by others. His genius - and he is that - is for compiling it all and presenting it in a new way, unthought of before. But anyhow, his "Grid Of The Gods" is all about the energy grid inherant in the Earth. As I wrote in another blog, the grid and it's geometries extend both outward into the heavens and inward to the quantum world. The ancients understood that there were energy cycles (read about the Hindu Yugas) within these geometries, and that the very lines they were formed by - their geometric structures - acted as power sources of incredible influence on human beings and human consciousness. So, structures were built - pyramids, stone circles and henges, enormous earthen mounds, and others - to act as conduits for this electromagnetic rotational power that lay within the Earth, and extended to the sky and also inward to the particle world, like a Universal Gyroscope.
All these structures, from Stonehenge to Angkhor Wat (which we are gonna visit, maybe first on our list), to the pyramids in Rock Lake, were built according to exact arithmetic measurements to line up with the Great Pyramid at Giza as a prime meridian.
We are going back to a time, with this subject, when human consciousness - at least for the elites who built these structures - was so highly developed that it may have enabled them to commune (similar to communication) with each other at great distances, and also to commune with their gods (beings more evolved than them) at even greater distances. Structures were built to exact specifications with harmonic resonance in mind, and there is evidence to suggest that the Greek temples functioned not only as gathering places but also as receivers and transmiters of group psychic activity.
All of these ancient structures were part of a Global machine, that ulilised a science lost to modern man, a science of intuition and celestial/universal energy that allowed for a holistic form of interconnectivity between humans and whomever helped them to become civilised in the first place, their gods of myth.
At any rate, I am always fascinated by this stuff. We are definitely gonna visit Angkhor Wat, so get ready. I mention all this to you because you do know about the energies that are transmitted through certain crystals, rocks, harmonic sounds, and in other forms of transmission. Heck, I don't know what all you know, but I know you know a lot! As for me, I go by feel, as in most everything I do, and though I don't know of ley lines in the Valley area, I have no doubt there are some, and we have ancient sites here too, like the cave paintings in Chatsworth. I am really interested in the Earth Pulse energy, though, and how the ancient, antidiluvian peoples had a science that allowed them to identify it and utilise it, through their system of megalithic structures.
One of which is in a lake near your town!
So, that's all I know for tonight. I Love You, my Angel.
Sweet Dreams, Angkhor Wat here we come! :):) xoxoxoxoxoxoxo
(one last point, because I just saw your post about the dream, and that is You Rule.) more hugs and kisses xoxoxoxoxoxo
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Just Getting Home (funny stuff added......by you!) :) (stuff about us added, and goodnight kisses)
Hey my Angel,
I am just getting home from Pearl's. That's a nice picture of your friend, as always your talent for photographing people is evident. That girl is a really good model for you, in this photo and in your earlier ones from last year. She has a natural look that you captured very well.
It is finally warming up here in The Valley, low 90s today, so I am gonna let it cool down just a bit before I go on my walk. I'll probably go about 8 o'clock or so. I just wanted to check in and say hi, and that I hope your day was good, and I'll write more later on.
I Love You Always. :):)
10:20pm : Okay..........now that was funny. I'm talking about your post from five minutes ago. I don't know for sure if you meant it to be funny, because it was an otherwise nice post about your beautiful home state, but there was a certain, um.........song..........posted by someone else in the comments.
And I don't think you could have missed it. :D
Thanks, my Funny Girl, I needed that! And, your state is beautiful, too! :)
And also, almost at the exact same time, I "liked" a photo from CoastToCoast Radio, of a "dragon" rock (you like rocks) found by a guy named Adam (that's me) on the shore of Lake Erie (not Superior, but still a great lake!). So that's a neat coincidence.
And............that song. :):)
I Love You, Elizabeth!! You are the absolute best .
(back in a few minutes...........)
10:50pm : It bears repeating - you just made my day. And there's the thing; if we were - excuse me, I mean when we are together - it will be a lot of laughs, a lot of the time. I know I am mostly serious in my writing (even though I do try to think of interesting things to write about), but in person you will see that I have a great sense of humor, and there is nothing I like more than to have fun. When I write, it is my "inner voice", my Thinking Voice, and when you add to the mix our unique form of communication, we are both getting an interesting and certainly an in depth knowledge of each other's souls (and we also get that from our psi connection, which as you know runs 24 hours a day). But, because we haven't yet met, we haven't gotten the In Person You And I, but when we do, we will see that we will have a lot in common, personality-wise, and we will have a lot of laughs together, and so many good times : concerts. movies, incredible conversations, art projects, and a lot of just plain funny and sly day-to-day observations on life.
The proof is that you just now knew the smart-ass quotient of that song.
Yeah, we haven't gotten the In Person Us yet, but we will. It's true that I like to think a lot, and it's only because life is so interesting that I just want to think about stuff! Plus, there is also the fact that no one I know has the kinds of interests I do. My friends are good guys, but they mostly don't go to concerts anymore, don't listen to metal (and certainly not Black Metal, lol). They don't read Weird Stuff, or think about Weird Stuff, or Metaphysical Stuff...........but you do!
And in all seriousness, at heart it all comes back to a feeling, the feeling that transcended the Internet when we first met. When we met, what we felt at that time was the true essence of our relationship. You and I, my dear, are fun people. Now, we are also intelligent people, artistic people, emotional people, caring people, and many other types of people. But at heart we are fun people. And that showed when we first met, and it will really show when we are together. You and I click.
Elizabeth, I knew today was going to be a great day. I hope you are feeling it too, and I think you are.
Sleep well tonight, my Darling. I will imagine you in my arms, as it's going to be. I Love You. :):) xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
I am just getting home from Pearl's. That's a nice picture of your friend, as always your talent for photographing people is evident. That girl is a really good model for you, in this photo and in your earlier ones from last year. She has a natural look that you captured very well.
It is finally warming up here in The Valley, low 90s today, so I am gonna let it cool down just a bit before I go on my walk. I'll probably go about 8 o'clock or so. I just wanted to check in and say hi, and that I hope your day was good, and I'll write more later on.
I Love You Always. :):)
10:20pm : Okay..........now that was funny. I'm talking about your post from five minutes ago. I don't know for sure if you meant it to be funny, because it was an otherwise nice post about your beautiful home state, but there was a certain, um.........song..........posted by someone else in the comments.
And I don't think you could have missed it. :D
Thanks, my Funny Girl, I needed that! And, your state is beautiful, too! :)
And also, almost at the exact same time, I "liked" a photo from CoastToCoast Radio, of a "dragon" rock (you like rocks) found by a guy named Adam (that's me) on the shore of Lake Erie (not Superior, but still a great lake!). So that's a neat coincidence.
And............that song. :):)
I Love You, Elizabeth!! You are the absolute best .
(back in a few minutes...........)
10:50pm : It bears repeating - you just made my day. And there's the thing; if we were - excuse me, I mean when we are together - it will be a lot of laughs, a lot of the time. I know I am mostly serious in my writing (even though I do try to think of interesting things to write about), but in person you will see that I have a great sense of humor, and there is nothing I like more than to have fun. When I write, it is my "inner voice", my Thinking Voice, and when you add to the mix our unique form of communication, we are both getting an interesting and certainly an in depth knowledge of each other's souls (and we also get that from our psi connection, which as you know runs 24 hours a day). But, because we haven't yet met, we haven't gotten the In Person You And I, but when we do, we will see that we will have a lot in common, personality-wise, and we will have a lot of laughs together, and so many good times : concerts. movies, incredible conversations, art projects, and a lot of just plain funny and sly day-to-day observations on life.
The proof is that you just now knew the smart-ass quotient of that song.
Yeah, we haven't gotten the In Person Us yet, but we will. It's true that I like to think a lot, and it's only because life is so interesting that I just want to think about stuff! Plus, there is also the fact that no one I know has the kinds of interests I do. My friends are good guys, but they mostly don't go to concerts anymore, don't listen to metal (and certainly not Black Metal, lol). They don't read Weird Stuff, or think about Weird Stuff, or Metaphysical Stuff...........but you do!
And in all seriousness, at heart it all comes back to a feeling, the feeling that transcended the Internet when we first met. When we met, what we felt at that time was the true essence of our relationship. You and I, my dear, are fun people. Now, we are also intelligent people, artistic people, emotional people, caring people, and many other types of people. But at heart we are fun people. And that showed when we first met, and it will really show when we are together. You and I click.
Elizabeth, I knew today was going to be a great day. I hope you are feeling it too, and I think you are.
Sleep well tonight, my Darling. I will imagine you in my arms, as it's going to be. I Love You. :):) xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
Monday, August 12, 2013
I Love My Angel (more added)
Hey my Angel,
I'm just getting home from Pearl's, gonna go for my walk in a little while, but I wanted to see how you are doing. When I don't hear from you, I worry, and I also wonder how everything is at home. I did see your Russian Circles post, and that is an album I album looking forward to myself. I have "Empros", and should check out their earlier stuff too. But the new one I am excited about, because they are a group that can really develop in composition and sound, a very creative type of band.
Anyhow, I hope you aren't mad at me. Maybe you're just busy. Whatever the case, the bottom line is that I Love You and I just can't help it, can't change it, wouldn't even if I could and that's all I really know. Once you came into my life, that was it: I will always love you from that day onward.
And that also means I think about you constantly, and always, always, always care about you, and care for you.
So, if you ever are mad at me (or even sick of me!), you can tell me, or even run me over with a steamroller if necessary, or take any lesser measure, and everything will still be okay. The important thing is that you know I love you, not just from far away in blogs and on Facebook (though certainly from there, too), but from inside my heart. You can always count on me, I will always communicate, just as importantly I will always listen. I will always try to do my best for you, in every way.
So, I guess I will go for my walk now, but I will be back later, and will write again.
I Love You, Elizabeth! xoxoxoxoxo :):) I am so glad I met you, so grateful...........
10:55pm - I guess I'm not sure if you are still reading these blogs anymore, although your Eric Whitacre post from Friday would indicate you are. Please know that as always, I am trying my best to communicate. If you don't want me to write anymore, please let me know. I remember last year, and how wonderful it was, and then the excitement of last Spring, and I hope we can get that feeling back. Even though it is not possible to recreate a moment in time, it is possible to sustain those most wonderful moments, to retain their glow. That is what creates a lifelong love between two people, maintaining that glow, and it's simple to do: all you have to do is want to feel it. When there is someone special in your life, that is not only easy to do, but you can't help but do it. That's the way I feel about you.
I hope you still feel the same way about me.
I will hope for the best, and say my prayers, and may tomorrow be a great day. :):)
I'm just getting home from Pearl's, gonna go for my walk in a little while, but I wanted to see how you are doing. When I don't hear from you, I worry, and I also wonder how everything is at home. I did see your Russian Circles post, and that is an album I album looking forward to myself. I have "Empros", and should check out their earlier stuff too. But the new one I am excited about, because they are a group that can really develop in composition and sound, a very creative type of band.
Anyhow, I hope you aren't mad at me. Maybe you're just busy. Whatever the case, the bottom line is that I Love You and I just can't help it, can't change it, wouldn't even if I could and that's all I really know. Once you came into my life, that was it: I will always love you from that day onward.
And that also means I think about you constantly, and always, always, always care about you, and care for you.
So, if you ever are mad at me (or even sick of me!), you can tell me, or even run me over with a steamroller if necessary, or take any lesser measure, and everything will still be okay. The important thing is that you know I love you, not just from far away in blogs and on Facebook (though certainly from there, too), but from inside my heart. You can always count on me, I will always communicate, just as importantly I will always listen. I will always try to do my best for you, in every way.
So, I guess I will go for my walk now, but I will be back later, and will write again.
I Love You, Elizabeth! xoxoxoxoxo :):) I am so glad I met you, so grateful...........
10:55pm - I guess I'm not sure if you are still reading these blogs anymore, although your Eric Whitacre post from Friday would indicate you are. Please know that as always, I am trying my best to communicate. If you don't want me to write anymore, please let me know. I remember last year, and how wonderful it was, and then the excitement of last Spring, and I hope we can get that feeling back. Even though it is not possible to recreate a moment in time, it is possible to sustain those most wonderful moments, to retain their glow. That is what creates a lifelong love between two people, maintaining that glow, and it's simple to do: all you have to do is want to feel it. When there is someone special in your life, that is not only easy to do, but you can't help but do it. That's the way I feel about you.
I hope you still feel the same way about me.
I will hope for the best, and say my prayers, and may tomorrow be a great day. :):)
Sunday, August 11, 2013
Rock N' Roll
Hey my Angel,
This eve, after my shift at Pearl's, I went to Warner Center Park in Woodland Hills, in the Valley about 8 miles away, to see a Beatles tribute band called Ticket To Ride. They started at 6pm, so I missed the first hour, but I got to see the last hour and about 15 songs total. It was free, and a lot of fun. These guys are really good, they sound so close to the real thing, and they have been playing at this park every summer for about the last five years. This time it was packed, easily 5000 people, maybe more, but then, everybody loves The Beatles.
My sister Sophie called me in the morning to cancel my trip to visit her, because her eldest daughter was gonna take her out for her birthday, and the time was incompatible with my work hours and my visit. So, we will try it again next week. Sophie turned 64 today, and watching Ticket To Ride, that made me think of the song "When I'm 64", off the "Sgt. Pepper" album. When that came out I was 7 and Sophie was 18! But something funny happened to the passage of time, and to aging, when rock and roll came into being. It's like years keep being added, but you don't feel any different inside, and you don't think of others as having gotten older either. Rock & Roll stopped time. Certainly The Beatles did. There used to be something called The Generation Gap, where "old people" thought one way, and had fixed cultural attitudes situated in the past, and "teenagers" thought another way, and were "with it", meaning that they were "hip to current attitudes and trends". But rock and roll ended the Generation Gap. When you go see a free summer concert like tonight, especially with Beatles music, you see every age, from 80 year olds (who would have been early 30s when The Beatles came out) down to little children. Everyone is united by the music.
I hope your weekend was good. I miss hearing from you.
I Love You Always. :):)
This eve, after my shift at Pearl's, I went to Warner Center Park in Woodland Hills, in the Valley about 8 miles away, to see a Beatles tribute band called Ticket To Ride. They started at 6pm, so I missed the first hour, but I got to see the last hour and about 15 songs total. It was free, and a lot of fun. These guys are really good, they sound so close to the real thing, and they have been playing at this park every summer for about the last five years. This time it was packed, easily 5000 people, maybe more, but then, everybody loves The Beatles.
My sister Sophie called me in the morning to cancel my trip to visit her, because her eldest daughter was gonna take her out for her birthday, and the time was incompatible with my work hours and my visit. So, we will try it again next week. Sophie turned 64 today, and watching Ticket To Ride, that made me think of the song "When I'm 64", off the "Sgt. Pepper" album. When that came out I was 7 and Sophie was 18! But something funny happened to the passage of time, and to aging, when rock and roll came into being. It's like years keep being added, but you don't feel any different inside, and you don't think of others as having gotten older either. Rock & Roll stopped time. Certainly The Beatles did. There used to be something called The Generation Gap, where "old people" thought one way, and had fixed cultural attitudes situated in the past, and "teenagers" thought another way, and were "with it", meaning that they were "hip to current attitudes and trends". But rock and roll ended the Generation Gap. When you go see a free summer concert like tonight, especially with Beatles music, you see every age, from 80 year olds (who would have been early 30s when The Beatles came out) down to little children. Everyone is united by the music.
I hope your weekend was good. I miss hearing from you.
I Love You Always. :):)
Saturday, August 10, 2013
Lifeblood
My Sweet Baby,
You are my Elzbieta! That is your name in Polish, which you may already know, and I think it is a lovely variation on a name that is one of the most beautiful in the world. Earlier today I posted a novelty song that I loved from the early 60s, called "The Name Game". It's a goofy song, and has nothing to do with translations, but it made me think of your name, and then I remembered that during our Krystov Kieslowski retrospective last semester at the CSUN Cinematheque, the name Elzbieta kept popping up in the credits of his films. Every time I saw it, of course I thought of you, and back then it was late Winter and early Spring, and you had just come back into my life, and I would see a film and see that name, and I would think, "she's my Elzbieta". I neglected to tell you at the time, so I am telling you now, My Lady Of The Internationally Lovely Name.
I hope you had a nice Saturday. My sister did not come over, so I did some shopping on my own. Tomorrow is my oldest sister Sophie's birthday, so I am gonna go visit her early, while Pearl is in church. I am always trying to get my siblings involved with one another, to arrange birthday lunches and things like that, and especially for Sophie because she lives in a convalescent home, but nobody ever wants to engage themselves. Sigh. I guess there is something in every family. In mine, it's that the siblings don't interact, except with me. I see Vickie all the time, I see Sophie regularly (she lives farther away), and I talk to Chris pretty much every day. But none of them ever see or talk to each other. Maybe once or twice a year.
Such is life. Because of what I see in the world, it makes me even more determined to be loyal, to have a family (and remember, a family can be just two people, or more if desired), to love and be loved, to need and be needed.
It is a good thing to love, and be loved, but I think it is also a good thing to need and be needed. In our society, which has become jaded, it has become passe or blase to say that you "need" somebody. But to need somebody is just an extension of an unbreakable bond of love. Once that bond has been created, the two people involved love each other, but - whether they say it or not - they also need each other, because their love for one another has become lifeblood.
So I think that is awesome.
That is my nature, to not be jaded about these things, but instead to believe in them 100%. There is something absolutely profound about love and loyalty and faith, and encouragement, and the sharing of strength, and compassion, and understanding, and all those values. To always be there.........to always mean it.
That's all I really know for today.
I Love You, Elizabeth. xoxoxoxoxo :):)
You are my Elzbieta! That is your name in Polish, which you may already know, and I think it is a lovely variation on a name that is one of the most beautiful in the world. Earlier today I posted a novelty song that I loved from the early 60s, called "The Name Game". It's a goofy song, and has nothing to do with translations, but it made me think of your name, and then I remembered that during our Krystov Kieslowski retrospective last semester at the CSUN Cinematheque, the name Elzbieta kept popping up in the credits of his films. Every time I saw it, of course I thought of you, and back then it was late Winter and early Spring, and you had just come back into my life, and I would see a film and see that name, and I would think, "she's my Elzbieta". I neglected to tell you at the time, so I am telling you now, My Lady Of The Internationally Lovely Name.
I hope you had a nice Saturday. My sister did not come over, so I did some shopping on my own. Tomorrow is my oldest sister Sophie's birthday, so I am gonna go visit her early, while Pearl is in church. I am always trying to get my siblings involved with one another, to arrange birthday lunches and things like that, and especially for Sophie because she lives in a convalescent home, but nobody ever wants to engage themselves. Sigh. I guess there is something in every family. In mine, it's that the siblings don't interact, except with me. I see Vickie all the time, I see Sophie regularly (she lives farther away), and I talk to Chris pretty much every day. But none of them ever see or talk to each other. Maybe once or twice a year.
Such is life. Because of what I see in the world, it makes me even more determined to be loyal, to have a family (and remember, a family can be just two people, or more if desired), to love and be loved, to need and be needed.
It is a good thing to love, and be loved, but I think it is also a good thing to need and be needed. In our society, which has become jaded, it has become passe or blase to say that you "need" somebody. But to need somebody is just an extension of an unbreakable bond of love. Once that bond has been created, the two people involved love each other, but - whether they say it or not - they also need each other, because their love for one another has become lifeblood.
So I think that is awesome.
That is my nature, to not be jaded about these things, but instead to believe in them 100%. There is something absolutely profound about love and loyalty and faith, and encouragement, and the sharing of strength, and compassion, and understanding, and all those values. To always be there.........to always mean it.
That's all I really know for today.
I Love You, Elizabeth. xoxoxoxoxo :):)
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