Archive for January, 2011
After a bike ride job hunt and coffee at the Swim Cafe, Etta hosted a lovely dinner party. And then I fell asleep.
I dreamed she and I were on the edge of sheer bluffs and giant waves rolled forward and washed over the wooden staircases. When they receded she jumped in. Many scared minutes later I jumped in. The end of the dream was New Year’s Eve and we crossed a river into the forest to search for the line to which the snow had retreated.
“This is Bill Cunningham and I think the defining look of this era has finally come to full bloom and it is all about replacing the look of a truck driver with those heavy knee high and higher boots with ankle high boots over or under and it brings back the look of the showgirl and the marvelous legs.” -from On the Street | A Stretch of Leg
A drop of water is trapped in my left ear.
Gleaming might be extinct but stooping has not vanished from our sated society. Urban and rural gleaners all stoop to pick up. There’s no shame, just worries.
Yeah, food, grub. It’s bad, sad, man. To bend down is not to beg but when I see them sway my heart hurts! Eating that scrap-crap. They’ve got to live on shit-bits. They’ve got to frisk for tidbits. Left on the street, leftovers. Rough stuff with no owners.
-from The Gleaners and I, written and directed by Agnes Varda, 2000
“Sails move with the wind.
Tortoise and Snake are still.
Great plans are afoot:
A bridge will fly to span the north and south,
Turning a deep chasm into a thoroughfare;
Walls of stone will stand upstream to the west
To hold back Wushan’s clouds and rain
Till a smooth lake rises in the narrow gorges
The mountain goddess if she is still there
Will marvel at a world so changed.”
Our country is really strong and prosperous now. So strong and prosperous that it can actually stop the gigantic river.
-from Up the Yangtze, directed by Yung Chang, 2007
Private party. Manned a sundae bar and served over a hundred sundaes in a row. Chocolate, vanilla, mango ice cream. Grilled banana, grilled pineapple, grilled mango. Blueberries, chocolate chips, heath bar, blueberries, strawberries, whipped cream. Raspberry sauce, chocolate sauce, mango sauce, caramel. Blueberries. Shouting. Ice cream super soft, all the colors in motion whipping through the air. My hands dirty. Coworkers couldn’t even get close enough to the front lines to communicate or see what was running low. Total war.
It was the most fun I had all weekend.
I love the people I work with. It’s hard to go.
If the wild bird could speak
She’d tell of places you had been
She’s been in my dreams
And she knows all the ways of the wind
Dreams cover much time
Still they leave blind
The will to begin
I searched for you there
And now look for you from within
-Polly, a forgotten classic by Dillard and Clark, 1969. Allmusic.com states “the song… will make most people cry in their weaker moments.”