Saturday, December 18, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Perfect. Warm. Just right.
Monday, December 6, 2010
Saturday, December 4, 2010
The dailrag is the docs still don't know why he's getting infections. They've put their heads together, scratched them and come up with bubkas. So he's home, with a port and will receive daily doses of anti-biotics, which will hopefully kill the little fuckers FOREVER!
The day is gorgeous, 72 degrees, with sunshine and no humidity. I have free tickets to the Art Basel satellite shows and we've already gone, to PULSE, which was fun, edgy, interesting, innovative and more down to earth than the convention center. That place is a zoo. It's filled with art that is supposedly "cutting edge". Nine times out of ten it bores me to death. At least the younger artists, hungry ones, are doing more interesting things. That's my opinion. So today we'll check out SCOPE.
Fun fun fun.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
Friday, November 26, 2010
I actually have two dailures. Elisabeth is home from school and I love having her back in the family fold. She is fun and funny and a great addition to our dinner table.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
Friday, November 19, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
I've also just bought several new outfits for my hubby because he lost a bit of weight when he had surgery. So it's fun to see him kind of light up, when he puts on a brand new shirt and pants.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Monday, November 1, 2010
Friday, October 29, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
Friday, July 16, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
Monday, July 5, 2010
Thursday, July 1, 2010
“He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire.”
“I have never killed a man, but I have read many obituaries with great pleasure.”
“He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary.”
–William Faulkner (about Ernest Hemingway)
"Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words?"
—Ernest Hemingway (about William Faulkner)
“I’ve had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn’t it.”
“I didn’t attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.”
“He has no enemies, but is intensely disliked by his friends.”
“I am enclosing two tickets to the first night of my new play; bring a friend... if you have one.”
–George Bernard Shaw to Winston Churchill
“Cannot possibly attend first night; will attend second, if there is one.”
–Winston Churchill’s response to George Bernard Shaw
“I feel so miserable without you; it’s almost like having you here.”
“He is a self-made man and worships his creator.”
“I’ve just learned about his illness. Let’s hope it’s nothing trivial.”
–Irvin S. Cobb
“He is not only dull himself; he is the cause of dullness in others.”
“He is simply a shiver looking for a spine to run up.”
“He had delusions of adequacy.”
“Why do you sit there looking like an envelope without any address on it?”
“His mother should have thrown him away and kept the stork.”
“Winston, if you were my husband, I would poison your coffee!”
–Lady Astor to Winston Churchill at a dinner party
“Madam, if I were your husband, I would drink it!”
–Winston Churchill’s response to Lady Astor
"Thank you for sending me a copy of your book; I'll waste no time reading it."
"There's nothing wrong with you that reincarnation won't cure."
—Jack E. Leonard
"He has the attention span of a lightning bolt."
"They never open their mouths without subtracting from the sum of human knowledge."
—Thomas Brackett Reed
"He inherited some good instincts from his Quaker forebears, but by diligent hard work, he overcame them."
—James Reston (about Richard Nixon)
"In order to avoid being called a flirt, she always yielded easily."
—Charles, Count Talleyrand
"He loves nature in spite of what it did to him."
"He can compress the most words into the smallest idea of any one I know."
"He uses statistics as a drunken man uses lamp-posts — for support rather than illumination."
—Andrew Lang (1844-1912)
"He has Van Gogh's ear for music."
“Some cause happiness wherever they go; others, whenever they go.”
"You, Mr. Wilkes, will die either of the pox or on the gallows."
–The Earl of Sandwich
"That depends, my lord, whether I embrace your mistress or your principles."
–John Wilkes's response to The Earl of Sandwich
"A modest little person, with much to be modest about."
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
I hate cleaning. I have tried being meditative as I clean, being "in the moment", turning it into a positive experience, but it doesn't work. I'd rather be doing anything, ANYTHING, but cleaning. And when it's done, one has just a short moment of satisfaction and then it all starts over again.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Going to a house of worship to see Christopher Hitchens is a bit like going to a house of ill repute to see a bishop. So naturally I drove to Temple Judea in Coral Gables last night to catch the literary journalist.
And I saw something I'd never seen before: Hitchens smile. It was before he took the podium, while standing next to Dave Barry - who introduced him and then led him in conversation (noting, at one point, that both their mothers committed suicide).
Hitchens was his usual curmudgeonly self, complaining about horoscopes in the Washington Post("astrology in a journal of record") and suggesting that Ayn Rand's novels "are more difficult to read than they were to write." He answered the first question about his (anti) religious views - the questioner surprisingly compared him to Malcolm Muggeridge - but when more came he brushed them aside with a phrase that became a mantra: "Wrong book."
Even talking about himself (he was plugging his new memoir) he gave the impression of not just a man with the weight of the world on his shoulders, but the rare individual with the mental capacity to accurately calculate that weight. At the same time, he was, occasionally, almost playful, and he ended the evening in a way that I imagine few evenings at the temple have ever ended: with a recitation of limericks.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Monday, May 31, 2010
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Friday, May 21, 2010
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Friday, May 14, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
The day went from bad to worse. It started with my husband yelling at me bc I filled out the census form and "shouldn't have included Elisabet bc she goes to college and doesn't actually live here anymore!" Then I got yelled at a couple of docents (volunteers) because I mucked up a tour. Then a great friend, giving a tour,doing a fantastic job, got angry (rightfully so because I upstaged her). So I ended up taking her to lunch and spent the hour trying to make things right.
She sent me an email and this is what I wrote back (she thought I should submit it to some publication but the blog is just as good):
Thanks Esther. My day....it only got worse; starting with the dog,
> jumping out of the car, when we went to the 'doggie' park, and
> possibly tearing a ligament. I had to take her (actually Sophie and
> Daniel carried her) the 'Emergency Pet Room', where they 'felt'
> her leg and gave me two prescriptions. The bill came to $134.00.
> My credit card didn't work and they didn't accept checks so I had to
> phone Jordi to come and pay the 'nice' people. He got all crazy
> because they wouldn't accept his credit card "over the phone" and
> decided he was going to Go Postal on them. So I took the kids and
> high tailed it out. He didn't end up Going Postal but is pretty
> angry, again, at me. That all was followed by a melt down from
> Daniel. Actually, we ended up having a fantastic discussion! I asked
> him to "explain to me the difference between one paint ball gun and
> the other". The other being $300 more than the second, which was
> replaced by the first, which he said "wasn't efficient enough".
> Anyway, the kid KNOWS paintball guns and all of their features. At
> least I know he's learning something. We ended up agreeing that he is
> very capable and will earn the money, on his own, to buy that gun
> (even tho I don't like it). I told him I would "help" make signs to
> advertise him. He will try and give young kids drum lessons over the
> summer. He was good with this idea. Man, is it hard to raise kids.
> But I really felt a break
> through and I think your advice about helping out really helped.
> So I'm am up, at 5:30, ready to face a day that I am SURE will be much
> much better than yesterday. Hope you have a good one with Daniel.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Friday, April 2, 2010
I do love to watch tennis, on the television. When it's good it's very very good. I've been watching a lot of the Sony Ericsson tournaments and having a blast, screaming and yelling at the set (tv set that is). It's fun being there but also fun sitting in your own living room, kicking back, with a bowl of popcorn and a beer, or a glass or wine and just 'chillin'.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Julie and I made your quiche this weekend and it was delicious! We added jalapeno for a Texas kick. YUM!
PS Julie has been trying to post this dailure on your blog, but we're having trouble. She's a follower now, but there is no place for her to click "new post". It keeps asking her to create a blog. Does she have to do that before being able to post to this blog?
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
I went to a lavender farm with Julie this weekend. The lavender won't be ready for cutting till late summer but the weather was perfect, the spot was beautiful and they had a great little shop full of lavender products of all sorts. That lavender scent is the best!
Friday, March 12, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Wolf Kahn is an artist I've always liked. He does landscapes in pastels and oils. But his landscapes are somewhat abstract and that's what I like. He also uses funky colors (a bit like Milton Avery), like, a lime green for water, and pink for sky. A friend (an artist) pointed out that really he focuses, much of the time, on shapes (see image).
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Setting Mealtime RulesBy LISA BELKIN
Kate Buckley is a stay-at-home mother of two “raucous” sons (the adjective is hers) who live in Adelaide Hills, Australia. She has a blog, “Eating the Daisies,” which she began after the family moved from the city to the suburbs and the boys kept trying to munch on the flowers.
Apparently there has been much discussion of eating at her house lately, because yesterday she posted the “Meal Policy at Buckley’s Bed & Breakfast.” The memorandum reads as follows:
Re: Meal Policy
Lately there seems to be some confusion regarding the Meal Policy at Buckley’s Bed & Breakfast.
For your clarification, we have reprinted it below.
You will note that there is a new section on ‘Snacks’. This was added after careful consideration and zero consultation.
All changes are effective immediately.
• There will be one common dinner provided for all lodgers each night.
• You will eat it.
• We do not care if you do not like tomatoes.
• If you finish everything on your plate, you will get dessert.
• If, after tasting the dinner you cannot choke it down, you may (a) make yourself some toast or (b) try your luck at the neighbor’s; either way, dessert is off the cards.
• There will be no food or drink (other than water) issued once you have brushed your teeth; therefore, we would recommend eating a second serve — tomatoes or no tomatoes — at dinner time.
• Snacks will be available throughout the day.
• ‘Snacks’ are defined as: fruit, nuts and carrot sticks.
• If you really are starving, you will eat them.
p.s. Management loves you. xoxoxo
What is the meal policy at your house? (Bloggers note: I wish I had discovered this earlier on in my life, when my children were small. Maybe it's not too late to implement the same rules??!!)
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
I'm in a plane flying home, so cramped I might not be able to finish
this but I wanted to give some kind of account of this remarkable
time. It was a pretty difficult trip, partly because Bangkok where I
spent most of the time is challenging on many levels: big, congested,
noisy, polluted, and not very attractive. I think it might be true of
many Asian cities: they've grown so fast that developmental controls
are few, and the worst part of this is how little of old, traditional
building remains. Instead you get a lot of concrete, a little glass,
almost no green. But to stress this misses a more important point:
people were wonderful to me every where I went.
Altogether I did 12 days of presenting and applying VTS in Thailand
spread between Bkk, Chaing Mai and Chaing Rai. The latter two cities
are in the north where it's more mountainous and the presence of
nature is at hand, despite the density of development. Chaing Rai is
very near the borders of Myanmar and Laos and the reason for being
there was to work, via a great organization called the Mirror
Foundation, with both kids and adults from the "hill tribes"--people
who live in ethnic groups which until recently were pretty much out
of mainstream culture. Now they are attending schools and learning
thai, and at such a rate that their traditional ways will soon be
lost. Some look at this with regret but they're moving forward
anyway, wanting such things as plumbing and electricity. They have
been and are so poor that children were, maybe are sometimes sold
into virtual slavery, including the sex trade which is huge in the
cities. Organizations like the Mirror Foundation are set up to help
stop this and to offer remedial education, employment opportunities,
and social services--and also to try to maintain some respect for
what was once there, culturally.
I worked for a day and a half with about 15 kids, discussing pictures
and writing, and everyone was astounded first that they were willing
to talk and second in the changes in their writing even in that
impossibly short time. It was clearly most beneficial for the 13 and
14 year olds but even the two ten year olds went from making drawings
to writing a few sentences about images they'd discussed. I was
working through a translator who was pretty skeptical to begin with
but who got so into it, he was facilitating the discussions by the
end, occasionally stopping to fill me in on what was going on. I also
worked with a group of adults, some of whom are in training to be
guides to their villages (offering tourists a more authentic view
into the cultures than what the big city guides provide which is more
like a docent tour of a zoo....really), others of whom are creating
and recreating crafts to sell and self support, and others are
working with youth to try to keep them from alcohol, drugs and
getting into trouble. Some of the youth workers were teens themselves.
In any case, what I did with them was demo and deconstruct VTS for
them to use as a tool for discussing issues, collaborating in problem
solving. The tour guides decided on some questions to ask their
groups as they looked at traditional huts and rice paddies. Hard to
tell what they took from it really and in any ongoing sense but it
was clear that they saw that putting their heads together as groups
helped them appreciate each other more and they actually talked
through some abiding challenges while I was there.
I learned more from this than any of them, I'm sure, and the power of
vts to pull voices from the timid and usually unheard works in
corners most people would think of as backward. I was basically
glowing for the two very long, engaging, intense, warm hearted days.
So were my keepers from the US Embassy; no one had ever asked them to
visit these areas, much less work with the locals.
I probably should say that I was working as a cultural envoy, still a
bit unclear what that means in general. I was recommended to the
embassy by an American guy who first encountered VTS when I was in
residence with Linda at the Univ of Illinois. The planning of the
trip was basically a negotiation-- you want to do WHAT? Though I
don't think anyone really got it til we began work, the embassy
people (two women, one Thai both of whom I liked a lot, and a good
thing; we were together solidly for 8 days) none the less set it up
so that I not only got the time among the hill tribes but also did
presentations for the public, for the faculties of education and fine
arts at three major universities, for art teachers, and in Chaing Mai
for 100 representatives of the school district including those in
charge. (300 wanted to come; they limited the number; the
presentation was held in a hotel in front of which was a banner
welcoming Philip Yenawine...the manager rushed to greet me with an
arrangement of flowers which is basically their equivalent of a
lei.... It was a riot.)
Can you imagine the entire faculty of education at, say, Stanford
spending a full day hearing about VTS? At the major univ in Bangkok
about 40 people from the university took a two day workshop....I
spent one other day there with undergraduates--we VTS'd images as
well as poetry and other texts. In that case, we used English, but I
was interpreted the other days, which is hard. The questions from the
faculty were continuous but not hostile, and it turns out that part
of the interest results from the fact that the Thai education
ministry recently announced that the teaching of critical thinking is
an essential skill. As near as I can tell, people were as grateful
for what our research documents as thinking skills as they were for
seeing how VTS could nurture them. There were almost gasps when I
showed them writing samples and basically parsed them to point out
changes. Again, because these were more presentations than trainings,
and because of challenges in language/translation, I can't imagine
that anything substantial was actually learned. But even the
faculties of fine arts were attentive, participatory, and receptive.
To give it my usual, tasteful turn of phrase, it was a mind fuck to
be listened to in this way by so many educators.
Just to make sure that I had seven days of presenting in a row, I let
the American guy talk me into work with a corporation on one day--at
the end of which we boarded a plane to the north to start the next
morning with the hill tribe kids. About 40 people from the company's
design and management teams vts'd art, got a lecture on Housen, and
eventually talked their way to new understandings of both their ads
and those of competitors. These teams are often at loggerheads it
appears and have no language to communicate but by the end of the day
they were brainstorming new solutions to certain of their promotions.
VTS power.... We could have a business doing this, and also training
people to facilitate discussions using experience with art to build
what we all know it builds. Somehow it's not gratifying in the way
that working with hill tribe kids, or even elite college students, so
I eventually told the American, who as it happens is extraordinarily
difficult, that I wouldn't return in early March to work with Coke
and another multi-national. Among other things it's too far to go.
But the real thing is that it takes time and energy away from our
mission with schools.
Altogether there were eleven presentations in twelve days in
thailand. Most nights i was in bed by 9. The last time I tried
anything close to this was when we were working in the former soviet
nations but I was twelve years younger.... I could barely move during
the two days I had off in Bangkok before leaving for Hong Kong.
I was invited to Hong Kong by the director of a small contemporary
art space. He'd been the curator at the Canary Islands center when it
caught the VTS virus. He asked me to come to do a training on Housen
and applications for both teaching and writing for the current
participants in a curatorial training program they run, one of very
few in Asia. It was a small group--five--but we had a long and
productive day. The next morning I spoke at a breakfast for about 20
art and education leaders in Hong Kong--it was almost scary how much
energy there was in the room--a reflection of HK generally. It's hard
to imagine it's vitality. Afterwards I met with the staff of the
Asian Art Archive, which is attempting to fully document contemporary
art in Asia which is another scene that has a vibrancy I haven't seen
since nyc in the 80s. They'd love to work with us if we end up
needing images; they also want to do more educational outreach and
are fascinated by VTS. I had Friday day off, and yesterday did
another 10 to 6 presentation open to the public which turned out
mostly to be teachers of various sorts. Again the reception was
positive. We may get more invitations to visit there and elsewhere.
(Asians are amazingly peripatetic; they live and work in multiple
places it seems.)
It won't be surprising to hear that people are more interested and
supportive of education in these two Asian countries than is the
case in the US: look at who excels at US universities. But one
impression that I am left with is that we're losing in more ways than
one. Autocratic governments may oppress--I am sure they do--but
decisions get made, which is more than we can say for our government.
There is so much more money available for all sorts of
things--investing, educating, taking care of people--that all I can
think at the moment is that we're already behind Asia in a whole lot
of important ways, and the dysfunction of our economy and gov't make
it so I haven't a clue how we'll catch up, much less remain a
wealthy, productive nation by comparison. Of course the giants are
japan and China--and then there's India-- but even in Thailand which
is relatively poor, I have the distinct impression that things are
getting better at a fast rate while the US contracts and suffers.
Consider the tribal villages as symbolic: they are moving from abject
poverty and backwardness to extinction via the kids getting educated
and moving out and up. Maybe 15 years for the transformation. The
kids love their villages but they're not staying there. The cities
are growing frighteningly but I see more homeless and destitute in LA
than I did anywhere I visited....
Hong Kong is built on this huge rock and you get glimpses here and
there of what it must have been but like so many other places what
Mother Nature gave us is one thing and what people have done with
it/to it is another. Virtually every square inch is occupied. An
unbelievable number of tall buildings, most of them scary, a few
stately and vestigially colonial, some good vintage modernism, but a
lot of them new, slick and oh so chic. Shopping is huge every where
whether it's street markets/vendors or malls full of Prada, Dolce,
Armani etc etc. One stunning moment was taking a taxi to what's known
as the Peak--the top of one of the mountain crests. I was expecting
what you get at the top of San Francisco peaks--a park, benches,
astounding views. I got out of the cab in an underground garage sort
of thing, and, confused, gave a look at the driver who pointed to an
escalator. Up I went into a plasti-plush shopping mall surrounded by
decks that overlooked what was once magnificent for its natural
appeal and now is awe-inspiring for the way humans have inhabited
it... Astonishing. Also cold and windy and mostly foggy. I ate some
lunch-- it's actually weird how the good places to eat are often in
the ubiquitous malls--and got back in a taxi to return to my hotel to
sleep some more. Space, by the way, is at such a premium that in the
boutique hotel where they put me up I had to do my exercises on my
bed. God forbid there had been two suitcases.
It was a good trip for VTS. It was tiring for me; can't do this
again. When I say I am too old, I fucking mean it. Still I had such
wonderful moments with dreamy people that I come away from it feeling
enriched almost as much as depleted. I invited the director of the
Mirror Foundation and any staff that could come to supper the first
evening in Chaing Rai. It was a Sunday, and we met at the night
market. Dinner for eight was $60 which one of the embassy people
insisted on splitting with me. There was a stage at one end of the
plaza where all during dinner traditional musicians were playing.
Turns out they were the opening act: the next was four drag queens
who were exquisite, on the one hand, and preposterous on the other.
What was amazing was the response: no biggy. My mouth wouldn't close;
this wasn't the east village, but everybody around me took "lady
boys" as a matter of course. So there's that factor about Thais: live
and let live. And, on the other hand, during discussions of an
African mother and child many of you would recognize, adults couldn't
really spit out the word breasts....even the translator stumbled.
Ain't life grand?