This morning, I stood in-front of the receiving door of my grandfather’s bakery — in my mind. I have a page-full of out-comes. Know this: as a child, I always entered the shop entrance, the front and never the back. This morning (and described on my own sheets) what I saw and felt standing there, and what was potentially behind the double doors. There was still cobble stones, I hear horses around the corner, and I had company. Buy the closeness of body heat behind me? My company was/is there with me. I naturally reached into my left front jean pocket and pulled out the pad-lock key that fit perfectly to open the door.
During the summers, I always look forward to my neighbours boulevard vegetable garden. She made great use of wasted space by doing something that I consider wonderful - growing her own food, brightening up the neighbourhood, and encouraging people by example.
For the past few days, I’ve noticed…
I question who is truly benefiting on the stadium near U of M? Tonight’s the opener. I took a walk. The traffic congestion is nuts, nowhere to park. No one’s shopping here. Plus, the backlane we had police presence due to people angry at speeders driving by fast to get to the game. I also question why this stadium was built next door to a hospital.
33,000 people are paying for something. What? And to whom?
How much proof do we need about the harmfulness of something before we act?
At a recent public lecture at the University of Pennsylvania, Malcolm Gladwell discussed the strange history of how long it took for society to grasp the seriousness of black-lung disease, and looked at the black-lung diseases of today. Watch the video, and click-through for more: http://nyr.kr/15vcIcN
“I’m sorry Ghandi, but the ocean IS dirty. Dirty with ignorance. Dirty with blind followling.” - A
If there’s anything going on about time in my novels it’s really a spinoff of some other concern. Something to do with the fine print of consciousness itself. I mean, I’m interested in how to represent, obviously in a very stylized way, what it’s like to be thinking. Or what it’s like to be conscious, or sentient, or, fatally, only half-sentient. And how difficult it is to see Everything that’s going on and understand everything at one time and how much our recollections can play into what we accept as reality—how much perception is distorted by will. That’s something I find very interesting. The ways in which we convince ourselves, persuade ourselves of things, either to settle some notion of our own or an intellectual position.
“Blue & Beautiful” - Neil Armstrong Tribute by Melody Sheep
The Astronauts and Cosmonauts of the Apollo-Soyuz Test Project
The U.S. astronauts took Russian language courses; the Soviets took English courses. Both teams agreed that in space, the Americans would speak to their Soviet counterparts in Russian who in turn would speak English to the Americans.
Photo courtesy of NASA.gov: Astronauts (L-R Donald K. Slayton, Vance D. Brand and Thomas P. Stafford) and cosmonauts (L-R Valery N. Kubasov and Alexey A. Leonov) of the Apollo-Soyuz mission at NASA’s Johnson Space Center in Houston.