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Wednesday, February 06, 2013

Looking to the east

Oriental-influenced decor, like others, is sometimes an obvious statement

Sometimes it's less so

And sometimes it's just a hint

If you like this style you don't have to go all the way, you can just choose some accent pieces
 


As I've done with this chair. The style is a traditional wing back, but the fabric is the inspiration.

Tuesday, February 05, 2013

Centre of stillness


We all have within us a center of stillness surrounded by silence.
Dag Hammarskjold 1905 - 1961

My true love hath my heart




My true love hath my heart, and I have his,
By just exchange one for another given:
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss,
There never was a better bargain driven:
My true love hath my heart, and I have his.

His heart in me keeps him and me in one,
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides:
He loves my heart, for once it was his own,
I cherish his because in me it bides:
My true love hath my heart, and I have his.
Philip Sidney (1554 - 1586)
The Bargain



Sunday, February 03, 2013

Sherlock Holmes I'm not.

1005 songs in my iTunes playlist, only 945 in the same playlist on my iPod. Where are those songs? I sorted the iTunes playlist and there were 60 songs that either had never been played or were last played in 2011. WTF

Spent 3 hours Googling and searching for an answer. Nothing worked. Then for some reason I looked at one of the song's "Options: Get Info" tab. Turns out some fool turned on "Skip when shuffling." For all of the missing ones. Guess whose iPod playlist is on shuffle.

Images of men - William Gale Gedney (1932 - 1989)







William Gedney made two trips to eastern Kentucky. In the summer of 1964, he traveled to the Blue Diamond Mining Camp in Leatherwood, Kentucky and stayed for awhile at the home of Boyd Couch, head of the local United Mine Workers Union. Then Gedney met Willie Cornett, who was recently laid off from the mines, his wife Vivian, and their twelve children. He soon moved in with the Cornett family, staying with them for eleven days. Twenty-two of the photographs from Gedney's 1964 visit to Kentucky were included in his one-man exhibition at the Museum of Modern Art in New York (December 1968 through March 1969). Gedney corresponded with the Cornetts over many years, and finally returned to Kentucky to visit and photograph the family again in 1972.

In his notebooks Gedney writes about these lives he witnessed and photographed, the complicated relationships within such large families, the importance of the automobile. Gedney made notes about a creating a book dummy of the Kentucky work, but no completed dummy exists in the archive. With the exception of one image, the Kentucky photographs were never published during William Gedney's lifetime.

From the Duke University web site

Gedney sold the one photo in 1977, apparently for $70.00 since he sent $35.00 to the Cornetts indicating, "I made myself a promise that if I ever sold any of the pictures I took of your family I would split any money with you."

Gedney's photography reveals the poverty in which the Cornetts and their neighours lived, but that was not his primary aim. He was chronicling people of a time and place. Poverty was part of that and most definitely helped to shape their lives, but Gedney's photography did not make it the focus, rather content and structure were.










Saturday, February 02, 2013

You must be joking



A heartless homophobe gave his pit bull to a shelter to be euthanized because he caught him humping another male dog and thought he was gay.

At times the world seems to abound with idiots.

Mario Sironi (1885 - 1961)




The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death’s twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.

T. S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)
From The Hollow Men