The situation is not entirely clear but it's not good and that's all anyone needs to know about anything. The only question which ever matters to anything, political or otherwise, is what else is new. If it is not new then it has almost no value because we see the existing situation in the world and, regardless of anyone's delusions, it isn't working.
We will continue, as ever, with fervent support for Bernie Sanders even though the personal significance declines rapidly.
The "Woman in the Snow" is a song ostensibly about a hooker addicted to crack who disappears and it's a view of what may have become of her.
"Woman in the Snow" - Silas Scarborough
There's a woman in the snow
lying down
so where's your freedom now
little girl
Your finger's in the air
going down
but one thing I've got to ask
did you know
did you know
Did it really taste so sweet
you didn't care
But, look at you now
now that you dare
There's a woman in the snow
lying down
so where's your freedom now
little girl
The song was never about a woman in the snow although the pain in her disappearance was real without really knowing the first damn thing about her. There was no contact with her beyond her coming on strongly but she became the symbol of all those who destroy their lives with that stuff.
But that wasn't the back story either, only a reflection of it.
There are things which do matter and this painting by my ol' Dad speaks of those well.
"Flowers for Anne" is the most passionate work my ol' Dad ever painted.
Usually his work was almost scientific in execution and the result was startingly cool but not so revealing of his passions in life. "Flowers for Anne" reveals them clearly.
I regret the off-angle shot but there was no other way to photograph it because of a cheap camera which was recalcitrant about dropping the flash. Any other angle ruined the painting with huge glare so this one stands. The painting hug on my Anne's bedroom wall until she died. I don't exactly remember but I don't think any others were in that room. High five to whomever has it now because this one I regard as one of his greatest works and treasures and it sure seemed Anne felt that as well.
Note: I was the home art critic and calling one of his paintings interesting was a kill shot although that was hardly my purpose. With a greater perspective now on Life, the Universe, and Everything, the dead worst thing you can say about any work of art is it did not elicit any reaction. I learned as it went along he might slash the painting so, uh, thanks for another lifetime trauma, ol' guy.
t's cool, tho, as there are various trauma which come from any parents but his were original. I was was proud he considered my opinion worthwhile but was almost terrified not to see something which moved me to comment. That didn't change my evaluation but it gave immediate focus to the potential consequence of a bad (i.e. non-) review.
Maybe it seems melodramatic but I don't believe so as the artist pours life into some work and it fails to elicit a reaction then it failed, he failed, and the painting might be destroyed because it did not do what he had hoped even though the hope from any artist in that way is non-specific.
Possibly Doc will be the only one who remembers the source but there's a homage to Ted Nay in one part of the painting with the small spray of white and soft purple orchids. Those were the primary feature in one of Ted Nay's painting and Alex seemed to treasure it because it was always displayed prominently and Alex wasn't a sentimental man or gave little appearance of it.
Ted Nay was a Ukrainian doctor who escaped the Soviet occupation by leaving every single thing behind except his wife and new baby so the three of them could try to get across a Soviet minefield. All three of them made it but he no longer had any of his certification as a doctor and he was working on the docks in Sydney while he looked for a way to get himself certified to practice in Australia.
Via some unknown means, he and Alex met each other and became fast friends, obviously in his enthusiasm for the man's art, but also as seemingly one of the best chess players he ever knew. They played, possibly every day, at lunchtime. Some of you know how it was with Alex in his game as he would not dally if he did not see you were capable and one of Cadillac Man's rightful joys of that time when he was playing chess with Alex and he was ahead. He saw respect from Alex and also kind of joy in seeing someone rising from the world of meat to sentience. As we talked last night, he also was working to rip out Cadillac Man's lungs on the board but he was proud of CM for making it hard and maybe impossible for him in that game.
The painting by Ted Nay of the orchids I don't think made it to America because it's the same as with anyone else when you move, particularly overseas, a lot of stuff goes overboard even though your preference would be to never part from it.
Note: he was Ted Nay because his Ukrainian name was difficult to pronounce for Englishers.
The inspiration from Ted Nay is from his loss of his life's work as a doctor and he painted these works while he was working on the docks. That kind of passion we will always admire.
Also as in just about everything, it's not important what you keep but rather what you leave behind.
I'm tempted to remove the Donate button but that seems dickish even when all I've learned from it is no-one believes much of anything. It's the same reason for keeping details close to the vest since people likely wouldn't believe them anyway and I don't want to get hassled, analyzed, spindled, or mutilated.
We saw what Bibi did and no-one has ever been given an opening like that since without deep trust.
Cadillac Man, I would have said something last night but this is new today. It came out of the blue, more or less.
As to anyone who doesn't believe me, a baby polar bear says it best.
The photographer is unknown to me or I would credit the artist but I don't really even know where I got it. This one is still relatively high-resolution but it's significantly down-sampled from the master and that out of respect for the original. To find the master, you will need to find the original photographer and we only know s/he is likely German because that's the language of the file name for the photograph.
We will continue, as ever, with fervent support for Bernie Sanders even though the personal significance declines rapidly.
The "Woman in the Snow" is a song ostensibly about a hooker addicted to crack who disappears and it's a view of what may have become of her.
"Woman in the Snow" - Silas Scarborough
There's a woman in the snow
lying down
so where's your freedom now
little girl
Your finger's in the air
going down
but one thing I've got to ask
did you know
did you know
Did it really taste so sweet
you didn't care
But, look at you now
now that you dare
There's a woman in the snow
lying down
so where's your freedom now
little girl
The song was never about a woman in the snow although the pain in her disappearance was real without really knowing the first damn thing about her. There was no contact with her beyond her coming on strongly but she became the symbol of all those who destroy their lives with that stuff.
But that wasn't the back story either, only a reflection of it.
There are things which do matter and this painting by my ol' Dad speaks of those well.
"Flowers for Anne" is the most passionate work my ol' Dad ever painted.
Usually his work was almost scientific in execution and the result was startingly cool but not so revealing of his passions in life. "Flowers for Anne" reveals them clearly.
I regret the off-angle shot but there was no other way to photograph it because of a cheap camera which was recalcitrant about dropping the flash. Any other angle ruined the painting with huge glare so this one stands. The painting hug on my Anne's bedroom wall until she died. I don't exactly remember but I don't think any others were in that room. High five to whomever has it now because this one I regard as one of his greatest works and treasures and it sure seemed Anne felt that as well.
Note: I was the home art critic and calling one of his paintings interesting was a kill shot although that was hardly my purpose. With a greater perspective now on Life, the Universe, and Everything, the dead worst thing you can say about any work of art is it did not elicit any reaction. I learned as it went along he might slash the painting so, uh, thanks for another lifetime trauma, ol' guy.
t's cool, tho, as there are various trauma which come from any parents but his were original. I was was proud he considered my opinion worthwhile but was almost terrified not to see something which moved me to comment. That didn't change my evaluation but it gave immediate focus to the potential consequence of a bad (i.e. non-) review.
Maybe it seems melodramatic but I don't believe so as the artist pours life into some work and it fails to elicit a reaction then it failed, he failed, and the painting might be destroyed because it did not do what he had hoped even though the hope from any artist in that way is non-specific.
Possibly Doc will be the only one who remembers the source but there's a homage to Ted Nay in one part of the painting with the small spray of white and soft purple orchids. Those were the primary feature in one of Ted Nay's painting and Alex seemed to treasure it because it was always displayed prominently and Alex wasn't a sentimental man or gave little appearance of it.
Ted Nay was a Ukrainian doctor who escaped the Soviet occupation by leaving every single thing behind except his wife and new baby so the three of them could try to get across a Soviet minefield. All three of them made it but he no longer had any of his certification as a doctor and he was working on the docks in Sydney while he looked for a way to get himself certified to practice in Australia.
Via some unknown means, he and Alex met each other and became fast friends, obviously in his enthusiasm for the man's art, but also as seemingly one of the best chess players he ever knew. They played, possibly every day, at lunchtime. Some of you know how it was with Alex in his game as he would not dally if he did not see you were capable and one of Cadillac Man's rightful joys of that time when he was playing chess with Alex and he was ahead. He saw respect from Alex and also kind of joy in seeing someone rising from the world of meat to sentience. As we talked last night, he also was working to rip out Cadillac Man's lungs on the board but he was proud of CM for making it hard and maybe impossible for him in that game.
The painting by Ted Nay of the orchids I don't think made it to America because it's the same as with anyone else when you move, particularly overseas, a lot of stuff goes overboard even though your preference would be to never part from it.
Note: he was Ted Nay because his Ukrainian name was difficult to pronounce for Englishers.
The inspiration from Ted Nay is from his loss of his life's work as a doctor and he painted these works while he was working on the docks. That kind of passion we will always admire.
Also as in just about everything, it's not important what you keep but rather what you leave behind.
I'm tempted to remove the Donate button but that seems dickish even when all I've learned from it is no-one believes much of anything. It's the same reason for keeping details close to the vest since people likely wouldn't believe them anyway and I don't want to get hassled, analyzed, spindled, or mutilated.
We saw what Bibi did and no-one has ever been given an opening like that since without deep trust.
Cadillac Man, I would have said something last night but this is new today. It came out of the blue, more or less.
As to anyone who doesn't believe me, a baby polar bear says it best.
The photographer is unknown to me or I would credit the artist but I don't really even know where I got it. This one is still relatively high-resolution but it's significantly down-sampled from the master and that out of respect for the original. To find the master, you will need to find the original photographer and we only know s/he is likely German because that's the language of the file name for the photograph.
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