Wednesday, July 9, 2003
Right now, I'm not sure of the future of this web site. I may move it to doteasy in a seriously truncated version. I may let it lapse altogether, or I might do a complete revision with a different focus. I just don't know.
If it disappears, keep checking back. Something will be back in a few days. If you have an ide-a.net e-mail account, sorry. I'll do what I can to restore e-mail service as soon as possible.
Thursday, July 10, 2003
George W. Bush lied with foreknowledge, blatantly and cynically about Iraq's attempt to obtain uranium from Africa. The CIA even cautioned him about using that in his state of the union address. Okay, Bill Clinton lied about having an "affair" with Monica Lewinsky, something private and not related to the task of governance at all. W's lie (the current one under scrutiny) was in a major speech and was to the intent of garnering support for the patently wrong attack on Iraq. How about we spend 80 million dollars and have a special prosecutor pursue Bush to the point of impeachment. While we're at it, why don't we impeach Cheney, the leadership of congress and the right-wing "justices" of the supreme court?
Quote of the Day: "Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, 'I will try again tomorrow.'" -- Mary Anne Radmacher-Hershey
Someone poisoned our momma cat. Fidget showed up one day and we took her in. She wasn't a demonstratively affectionate creature, but she was a nice cat. She had one litter of kittens before we had her spayed. Of the four kittens, one died, two went to my daughter and the remaining boy, Scooter, is still with us. He's a sweetheart. People who poison animals, no matter what their reason, are the most despicable people who ever drew breath. Whoever did it had better pray every night that I never find out who they are.
Wednesday, July 16, 2003
Thursday, July 17, 2003
Okay, the web hosting bill has been paid for another year. Now, I just have to see if I can regain my enthusiasm for keeping up with this project. I have plenty of material. Anyone up for more visual poetry and odd little collages?
Instead of a visual poem or collage, here's a small painting -- spray paint and watercolor pencil on 140# NOT paper.
"A Roaring, Boring Alice, Part V""
Okay, I think it's 140# W/C paper. It might possibly be 4-ply vellum Bristol.
Friday, July 18, 2003
A couple weeks ago, my friend, Megan, called me around sundown and insisted I go outside. I did. I thanked her and immediately went back inside and got my camera. This is what she called about:
Quote of the Day: "As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being." -- Carl Jung
People compartmentalize their lives and keep the work part separate from the family part separate from the hobby part separate from the civic responsibility part, etc. ad nauseum. I never did figure out how to do that. Even the Hindus and Buddhists divide life into phases, one where you learn, the next where you raise a family, work and contribute to the community, and a final phase of spiritual development. Personally, I never stopped learning and I think that my spiritual development is an ongoing thing, not something to be postponed until the latter years. I know people, too, who are bitter rivals at work and on the golf course, but at home and in bars they are the best of friends. I can't split myself into fragments like that. I refer to those who can as "fragmen." I think were we more whole, more holistic in our psyches, we'd be better off, more fully integrated and attuned to the entire universe, not just the part we are dealing with at any given moment. Maybe people would be more considerate of each other, too.
Sunday, July 20, 2003
It's been a full weekend. Saturday morning Ann and I went to the Capitol Flea Market. We only got a couple of things. I think that was mainly because the stall I usually get unusual tools and candles from was closed up. Also, I didn't have the $150.00 for that Yamaha acoustic guitar. I did get a two-pound hammer and a little laser-etched acrylic bauble of my zodiac sign. Then we went to Hardee's to eat and got gasoline for the van. Then I went to my monthly poetry group meeting. It was pretty nice even if there were only four of us there.
After the poetry group, we piled in the van to go for a drive. We ended up in Pikeville, Kentucky -- 132 miles south of here. It was a nice drive. I took a few pictures.
Today was spent shopping, mostly. We went to Big Lots, CVS, K-Mart, and Drug Emporium. Got some things we needed and a couple things to decorate our lives with. I got what I thought were a nice set of wine glasses. They turned out to be Champagne flutes. They're nice though. I think I'll keep 'em.
Quote of the Day: "To a great experience one thing is essential, an experiencing nature. It is not enough to have opportunity; it is essential to feel it. " -- Walter Bagehot
"Van Gogh Redux"
Monday, July 21, 2003
Tuesday, July 22, 2003
"Van Gogh's Inspiration"
Thursday, July 24, 2003
I've been digging through old papers the past couple of days. I've found some interesting things I wrote prior to the advent of this journal project. I may include some of the shorter ones here. Among these papers is a 44 page essay on religion, which alternately is profound and quite silly, much like religion itself.
Quote of the Day: "I have always observed that to succeed in the world one should seem a fool, but be wise." -- Baron de Montesquieu (1688-1755), French political philosopher
Th goldfinches are "robbing" my sunflowers of their seeds. The pigeons and starlings pick up the ones the finches drop on the sidewalk. At least once a day there is a branch on one of the sunflower plants broken off, probably from too-heavy a bird trying to perch on to partake of the oily seeds. My nasturtium (Ann probably thinks of them in the same manner as I think of her orange "tiger" day lilies -- weeds!) are doing great. I have every color from a very pale yellow through bright yellow, yellow gold, orange, scarlet, crimson, to almost maroon. They are beautiful, and tasty, flowers.
Jim Leftwich, from the University of Virginia (one of those nasty ACC universities who raided the Big East of two of their premier teams) recently sent me a little book called Superprose. Fantastic! It's stimulated me into a similar type of writing, which I used to do quite a bit of but the evidence of that fact has gotten misplaced over the years and moves from one house to another to another.
Friday, July 25, 2003
Quote of the Day: ""The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread."" -- Mother Teresa
Monday, July 28, 2003
Okay, so I took the weekend off.
Thursday, July 31, 2003
. . . and most of the week. . .
Quote of the Day:
"On action alone be thy interest,
Never on its fruits.
Let not the fruits of action be thy motive,
Nor be thy attachment to inaction."
-- Bhagavad Gita, Chapter 2
The above quote expresses full well my philosophy of art and religion. The way is the thing. The product is merely evidence. The process is what matters. This also expresses the central theme of Buddhism and Taoism. This little quote is a mantra we should all chant all day every day. But I won't and neither will you. Which is good. . .
I spent a large part of yesterday at CAMC Women's and Children's Hospital with my daughter. She was having laproscopic surgery. Ann was babysitting with Hannah and Gretchen. I fell off my diet again, due to the unavailability of healthy food in hospital cafeterias. Isn't that a little ironic?
I've gained back about five pounds. I have to reconcentrate my effort on diet and exercise again. It's hard to do, though, when I'm in constant pain and there is nothing to give me much in the way of positive reinforcement (how I hate B.F. Skinner's terminology!). I'll make it though. Somehow.
Anyone trying to reach me via e-mail would be well-advised to use My Charter address in lieu of JMichael@ide-a.net because there seems to be a problem with the mail server again.