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Friday, April 17th, 2009
My dad sends along this picture of Freddie ("Freddie Mac", their foreclosure kitty):
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Thursday, April 16th, 2009
Via the have_moicy group, I just found out about this site: CROZ.FM offers MP3's of independent origin -- i.e. audience recordings, radio broadcasts, demos etc. -- for download. There is a huge variety of music available -- listed by artist at the bottom of the front page -- just glancing at it I can see plenty of stuff I'd like to listen to.
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Monday, April 13th, 2009
 Last month, Saramago wrote a note about his dogs Camões and Pepe, and speculated that a Portuguese dog in the White House would be "an important diplomatic success, from which Portugal should work to get the maximum advantage in its bilateral relations with the United States..." -- today Bo is in the White House -- "the Great Danes and the hounds of Pomerania are dying of envy" -- but Saramago is critical:
In any case, allow me to say that I have a serious reservation that I must express: one cannot have any idea what a Portuguese Water Dog is, to put around his neck, to photograph him, a collar of flowers, as if he were a Hawai`ian dancer. At only six months of age, Bo is not yet fully aware of the respect that he owes the canine branch into which he had the luck to be born. ...
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Congratulations to Elan’ Rodger Trinidad, who has been nominated for the 2009 Eisner Award for his story "Speak No Evil," about the role of migrant laborers in extracting the mineral bounty of space. A great strip, check it out.
I did not realize Mr. Trinidad works for the Simpsons animating shop; but he does. The first episode which he participated in, "Four Women and a Manicurist," will be premiering (in the US) on May 10th.
 * Sorry.
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This one has some potential! Many strands of weirdness from my own life and from the books I'm reading come together to bring us last night's dream:
 A dwarf modelled on Gimli is in charge of the divine source-code control system, which is (bizarrely IMO) quite similar to ClearCase1. A fix is in place which will allow people to "survive floods" -- as I understand it, Noah's flood is the intended meaning here; there is also a quick image of an infant being baptized. But because of a miscommunication, the dwarf releases this patch to production2 reality with code from an improper branch; people start dying in floods right and left, and the dwarf is dying of shame, possibly suicidal. We leave the dwarf and follow a different coder, who is figuring out what went wrong -- turns out different meanings of "flood" were getting mixed up. The flood addressed by the patch was not one of water but a sensory flood -- the modified code allows people to see Dust, which is overloading their cerebral cortices and causing them to stop functioning. Some very pleasant dream-images around here, and I soon woke up.
 1 One advantage to a ClearCase-like system, it would allow for the designers to model an HDM sort of branching multiplicity of universes.
2 There was no mention in the dream of a test platform, but this is of course an interesting question -- could our reality be a test platform for new designs and bug fixes?
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Sunday, April 12th, 2009
We're back in New Jersey; the trip is over, we're back in one piece. This morning (Easter Morning)  dawned bright and clear (and a little chilly), and we took the metro in to DC for one more look at the mall. We walked down to the tidal basin to look at cherry blossoms -- but yesterday's rain had brought most of them down. Walked around the perimeter of the basin and took some photos of the Jefferson Memorial (which I had pretty much forgotten even existed -- the sun shining on its marble dome took my breath away), and then up to the WWII Veterans' Memorial. I was kind of lost in thought as we walked through it and then along the reflecting pool to the Lincoln Memorial, though perhaps not the correct sort of thought -- I was wondering about what my response should be to these national memorials. I love to look at them and to linger over their lines and surfaces, but they don't  generally call to my mind the thing memorialized -- my response is æsthetic, not emotional or patriotic. The Lincoln Memorial seized hold of my eye from all the way down the length of the reflecting pool and would not let go -- the way it was framed in the bright blue sky was just intensely beautiful; walking along that path, watching it get slowly bigger, then up the steps and into the room itself, pretty awe-inspiring. I had my closest to what I'm thinking of as an appropriate "memorial" response when Sylvia and I were standing inside, reading the text of Lincoln's second inaugural address.  (And also, perhaps, a little later when we were walking by the White House, and I found myself thinking of Nixon.) Sylvia turns out to be pretty good at taking pictures of monuments; the one of the Jefferson Memorial above is hers, and so is this one looking up at Lincoln. Lots more pictures at the Family Album. The "inappropriate response" thing hit me the hardest, I think, at the Vietnam War Veterans' Memorial -- I was noticing and eating up the geometry of the thing, the sheen of the marble and the way it reflected the paths and the people and the flowers people had left, rather than reflecting on the memory of that war -- a war which is very close to being within my first-hand memory, though not quite there. Ellen got a beautiful photo of some chrysanthemums that a visiting middle school class had left in a soldier's memory:
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Saturday, April 11th, 2009
Today, we went to the mall, and the museums. The weather was damp and grey; we spent all morning in the Museum of American History, then had lunch and split up. Ellen went to the Hirschhorn; Sylvia and I spent a couple of hours in the Museum of Natural History, then went to buy a scoop of ice cream and play cards together. (Sylvia is getting better at cassino, beat me at one game.)
The American History museum has a great deal of stuff to see. I really liked the "Art of the Letter" exhibit on illustration, and the science exhibit seemed like it had potential but by that time Sylvia was getting restless and we did not really spend enough time on it to get it. Julia Child's kitchen is great. At the Museum of Natural History, the skeletons and taxidermy are of course the main draw, but I was surprised to see what a nice small insectarium they have.
Now we're back at the hotel, and the sun has come back out. We're going to go take Pixie for her walk along the river. Hope everybody's holiday weekend is going well.
 Update: so, we walked not only down to the river but across a little pedestrian bridge we had not known about to Theodore Roosevelt Island, a little bit of wilderness in the middle of the Potomac; and then we walked up this big elevated pathway called Freedom Park. (Funny thing: when we got to the other end of the pathway we found the gate there was locked and we couldn't get out; we found our way out by circling around, and then we saw the sign for "Freedom Park" on the outside of the gate -- Sylvia said, "Funny it's called Freedom Park when we were locked in," which was the exact thing I had been thinking.) I'm enjoying finding our way around Arlington and D.C.
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I'm always taken with pictures of the aurora borealis. Hope I get to travel north sometime in the proper season for looking at it. My dad sent a link to some pictures of the Northern Lights over Yellowknife, Northwest Territories -- also there are some great pictures of frozen landscapes in Antarctica.
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Friday, April 10th, 2009
We spent today on vacation! and a fine day it was. I went somewhere I have never been before, which is Georgetown. We set out pretty early and drove to visit Joyce and Jim, and had a nice time -- we haven't seen them in a long time. Then drove south to D.C. We're staying in Arlington, at the Palomar Hotel; it is a good place to stay and significantly cheaper than hotels across the river from here; and the best thing about it is they are "pet-friendly" -- so we are traveling with Lola and Pixie, which makes the whole trip a lot more fun and comfortable. We walked across the Francis Scott Key bridge to Georgetown, then down the canal path to Washington Harbour, then gradually back up to M Street; stopped in at a bookstore and browsed some titles -- I took a look at The Elegance of the Hedgehog, which I'd seen recommended at 3% (IIRC), and found it not to my liking; Sylvia picked up The Year of the Rat -- and then over to Pizzeria Paradisio for a very tasty meal. The long wait for a table gave Ellen and Sylvia a chance to go across the street to Georgetown Cupcakes to buy our dessert, which I'm looking forward to tasting. Tomorrow we will go into Washington proper and visit museums and landmarks. Also looking forward to taking Pixie for a long walk along the river.
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Thursday, April 9th, 2009
The 14th, untitled poem in The Romantic Dogs is only three lines: I dreamt of frozen detectives in the great
refrigerator of Los Angeles
in the great refrigerator of Mexico City.
This introduces a series of five poems about "lost detectives" and "frozen detectives" and "crushed detectives" -- they moan desperately, they stare at their open palms, they are "intent on keeping their eyes open/ in the middle of the dream." These poems -- which are all about dreams -- make me think of Raymond Chandler; there is no stylistic similarity to speak of but I read "detectives" and "Los Angeles" and that is where my mind goes -- and they make me want to read Bolaño's novel The Savage Detectives to find out what his dream-detectives do when they are fleshed out into characters...The fourth poem in this sequence, "The Frozen Detectives," has another painting reference in it: I dreamt of detectives lost
In the convex mirror of the Arnolfinis:
Our generation, our perspectives,
Our models of Fear. I had to look this up -- turns out to be a painting I've seen many times and read a bit about at some point lost to my memory, "The Betrothal of the Arnolfinis," by Jan van Eyck:
An amazing, incredible picture; I don't have much to say about it here but that mirror seems like a fine place for dream-detectives to get lost. Anyway Sylvia was looking over my shoulder as I looked this up and she immediately recognized it as appearing in her book Dog's Night, which is the story of the dogs in all the paintings in an art gallery getting loose after hours one night -- it's a fine book and I recommend it if you are looking for a present for a young kid -- as I recall it's best suited for about a five- or six-year-old.
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