And I mean all over.
Photog Keri Pickett has made something of a specialty of forbidden lands lately, with her umpteenth trip to Burma (she is interviewed on Burmese TV above) and then a trip to Cuba the first day it was allowed. Here's an article in the NYT that makes you want to go to Burma even more.
Moviemaker Wesley Strick (old boyfriend) has been busy, doing a story about his ubertalented stepfather's burlesque popup book (best use of GIFs I've seen) and scripting a thriller opening this week, The Loft, first motionposter I've seen.
Artist Jessica Rath opens her showA Better Nectar in LA this week, with human-sized honeycombs wired for sound. In other Ozark news, here are some great old photographs from Arkansas by Mike Disfarmer. Also, incredibly, there is a movement afoot to ban spanking in Missouri schools.
In family news, Harry Kane made an outrageous documentary about his grandfather Walter's 100th birthday party. When I saw that I was limping around that badly two years ago, I instantly set about the process of a knee repair.
And Hannah has debuted another Calm-a-Mama product called Cheer, for the winter blues. That's it for now!
|The view from here|
|John sends in a postcard from Block Island.|
Yes, it did snow. A good ten inches, as a man would say—i.e. around five. Very disappointing. Subways have started running again, the roads are reopened. However, it's still howling in Block Island, and the power is out. And when last seen, my brother-in-law in Massachusetts was hunting for his driveway.
|Bobby Alpert /Photo by Douglas Gasner|
He died of lung cancer this weekend.
He tried to keep people away. "I am on my deathbed!" he protested.
He wanted to be alone at the end as he mostly was in life.
Douglas insisted on coming down to say goodbye. He saw him on Friday and said that Bobby kept closing his eyes and then opening them up to take a peek. "It was like he was hoping I would be gone when he he opened his eyes," said Douglas.
As Douglas left the room, he said goodbye.
"I'll see you," said Bobby. "I just don't know where."
OK, I have so many things for my upcoming roundup that I don't have time to put them up before the dentist and renting the truck and moving the couch and having a dinner party. Monday, cats and kittens!
|And done—at least til it goes to Block Island. Tnx, Pink!|
Now, could somebody spring for some more body parts—say liver, kidneys and heart? Pretty please?
|Many people believe pictures of their kids shouldn't be on the Internet.|
I started this blog ten years ago, when I didn't really know what a blog was. So I made it up. At first I wrote mainly about my family and friends, using pseudonyms. I thought of it as a kind of soap opera serial. But then I got in trouble for that and started distancing myself. I decided to make the blog self promotion, about building and then renting houses on Block Island (this is the current wave in blogdom). Now it's kind of back to being what me and my friends are up too. Only with Facebook and the web and everyone blogging it is all public now, so I'm not really delivering any news. And of course I started several other blogs too, like The President of the Garden Club and Why I Can't Stop Smoking. But nothing really ever took off.
Now this blog has descended into a kind of record of where I was when, which is of little interest to anyone but me (although that has its value given my confounded memory!).
So I don't know what to do. A decade is a long time.
|Claudia and Danielle. Taipei, 1971|
You could be in the military or doing the Grand Tour or maybe just studying during a junior year abroad. I have friends whose lives were utterly changed—the woman who became a Tibetan Buddhist in Nepal and later adopted two Tibetan kids, the medic who served in the Vietnam war and made death into an art form, the kid who went to Africa and came back an adrenaline-junkie journalist for whom the smell of shit, petrol fumes and cooksmoke would always be perfume.
I was studying Chinese in Taiwan, and my Vassar friend Danielle was visiting her parents, who were stationed there in the U.S. Foreign Service. I am not sure what effect it has to actually grow up trotting all around the globe as Danielle did—you'd have to ask her—but for me that six months abroad changed my brain. Along with taking acid and having a child, living in another language made me a different person. (No, I still haven't found myself either. Let me know if you run across me someplace.) It also gave me a serious case of wanderlust and a lifelong friend, Ping, who was a girl of my age in the family I stayed with in Taipei.
Full circle, Danielle's daughter who is learning Chinese and working in Beijing is visiting Taipei. She will be staying in Ping's apartment. The apartment, like Taipei itself, has been transformed in the four decades since Ping, Danielle and I connected there—and so have we—but the process continues.
|Inset of new additions|
That refrigerator in the living room (often called "the beer refrigerator") (my nod to solidarity with my brothers and sisters in the developing world) is not self-defrosting, by the way. Defrosting a refrigerator is a skill that is being lost along with outmoded technology. For instructions, see previous post about my even older (and colder) refrigerator.
|View of the Compound (Johnny's barn) from Corn Neck Road. (BI Times)|
|Building of the fire. Bruegel eat your heart out.|
|View of the dunes from the Compound.|
Here is a guy who makes beautiful work out of paper he finds on the street.
Gil just got back from Cape Town and Zimbabwe. You can listen to his Cape Town Cutz here.
Here are a few thoughts from Mark Twain.
The disconnect between what people are doing and thinking and posting on Facebook here and what is going on in Paris is giving me whiplash. Michele weighs in on the way creative people in France are feeling. As a former journalist and now teacher in a mixed high school, she observes societal tensions firsthand:
"I have worked with 2 of the cartoonists that were shot, and with one journalist who is injured but alive. He can't talk (bullet in the mouth), but he can write.
It has been a couple of horrible days here. But today's demonstration was so big, so huge, so powerful that people (and me) feel better. Let's see what the next days will be... But it is very tense.
Destiny makes me a witness of all this in a very bad high school where students were unable to observe one minute of silence for the dead. We even heard some Allah Akbar during the ceremony, which was a real shock. It seems like the administration is so afraid that they don't' dare to do anything.
Envoyé de mon iPhone"