My life in images this week:
A friend challenged me to look at my world differently -- "just look up", she said, as eloquently as that. And, after doing so, I must admit things do look different -- in a different kind of way. I like to notice the little things, so this was a good exercise for me. Here are a few of those, as well as what struck me as fun/beautiful/nice/or memorable, as well as a few things I was caught doing the past few days. enjoy the hodge-podge. (you should be able to click on any image to enlarge)
Dark chocolate on my pillow. The ebb and flow of loosing and then gaining control. Morning rituals. natural rhythms. Rain! Rain! Rain!. studying by only natural or candle light. amazingly thoughtful and emotional gifts from the heart. my favorite coffee beans from Portland. wondering what's next. Daisy & Belle: RIP 9/17/09. silence. "...I miss my bright spot being here". P90X. phone calls from Zimbabwe. "Hope the sun is shining, chickens are laying and life continues to hold you in your light cradle". painting pottery. "Happy BD, SJ. I'm so happy you were born...". Pippi Longstocking. Running in the rain. A peaceful presence. Cowboy boots. Applications & essays. Bike rides to boat piers. naps on the swing. Box fans. key-lime pies. caribou. aiming for perfect balance.
Cannery Row by John SteinbeckT
his book was not what I expected, nor frankly as great as it was built up to be. It was a simple 1940's era book that took the otherwise despondent lifestyles of a community of slum-dwellers living around a fish cannery and made them come alive to the reader. While it was nice that the voices of those typically unheard were made audible, this book did not do it in the most impressionable of ways. (However, it was respectable that even the injured groundhogs were given a voice!) I think I would have liked a stronger critical approach to their situation vs. short vignettes of daily activities, which I did not feel like told me what I was looking for. Stories were good; substance was not. There are better books out there, in my opinion."Someone should write an erudite essay on the moral, physical, and esthetic effect of the Model T Ford on the American nation. Two generations of Americans knew more about the Ford coil than the clitoris, and the planetary system of gears than the solar system of stars." p. 61
"I think that Mack and the boys know everything that has ever happened in the world and possibly everything that will ever happen. I think they survive in this particular world better than other people. In a time when people tear themselves to pieces with ambition and nervousness and covetousness, they are relaxed. All of our so-called successful men are sick men, with bad stomachs, and bad souls, but Mack and the boys are healthy and curiously clean. They can do what they want. The can satisfy their appetites without calling them something else." p. 129
"It has always seemed strange to me...the things we admire in men, kindness and generosity, openness, honesty, understanding and feeling are the concomitants of failure in our system. And those traits we detest, sharpness, greed, acquisitiveness, meanness, egotism and self-interest are the traits of success. And while men admire the quality of the first they love the produce of the second. " p. 131
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