2.29.12 Mt. Misery.
2.28.12 Annmarie was in the city last night. Empire State Building:This morning:
2.22.12 Wow. Garden time in Feb.
2.21.12 Beautiful day today and it will get warmer as the week progresses. The croci will be in full bloom several weeks early this year.
Next, a few hours later, still in progress:
A new painting in progress:
New finished work- simplicity:
2.20.12 Ove knows:
No one eats bluefish. Korean style it's simply great. Throw left over salad, a few Korean secrets (toasted sesame oil is essential) and catfood (which is how most people feel about bluefish, and it is disgusting when baked like cod or stripper) into some water and something amazing happens. It's 9:30 PM and thats Table 2.20.12 below with the amazing catfood dinner. No dogfish jokes.
2.19.12 What the hell. Jeffo's new project.
2.15.12 The other day I woke up with one eye, the infection damaged one, showing only black and white while the other was in full color. It lasted a very blinky hour. The puzzlement persists.
Ann got flowers for me in Table 2.15.12, Ann got nothing as usual.
2.12.12 Louie taking a dump under the hedge (buzzard cam):
Buzzards after blizzards:
This site tells you the names and phone no.s of your neighbors, it really does! Death of privacy coming this way fast. Just put your address in there and a map lists the neighbors for blocks with aerial view with incredible definition Try it out:
2.11.12 The blizzard of 2012 (inch of slush but it makes the spirea look magical):
2.8.12 Fixed up the Toopine site- look around- no broken links.
2.7.12 This is an amazing example of that great pillar of art, Simplicity. Here Vlaminck's childlike style allows a memory of innocence to comingle with the actual image. More detail or accuracy would rob it of this magic. Simplicity is a vehicle to this sort of universality. Each person fills in the fine details from their own memories and experiences.
A Table is a nice Simple concept.
2.3.12 Another death of an acquaintance; youngish C, in trouble with the law (I am told) and never a smile on her face, as I know from seeing her often at the wine store where she worked, overdosed and died.
I'm becoming the Hans Castorp of the Pines, curious over our Der Zauberberg (Magic Mountain, Thomas Mann), our scary sanatarioum called Whiting, a Mt. Misery magic and death-filled place, not to mention Mt. Misery itself. You have to be tough to live there and they are. You have to be willing in Whiting, and they are. Hans, finally does say, "because of charity and love, man should never allow death to rule one's thoughts." Thank you Mr. Mann.