Monday, December 31, 2007
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Monday, December 17, 2007
My perspective on controlled use includes my observation that if control was complete, no creative work would ever be viewed people.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Monday, December 10, 2007
This is from Husmodern Jul 1937. The mother wears a nice dress and high heeled pumps as she knits near the Christmas tree. She and her children are inset into panels that show the mother cat, with eyeglasses and an apron, and her ten kittens. In the middle panel, one kitten has the skein on its paws while another rolls it into a ball, but in the bottom panel all the kittens and the yarn are unraveled while the kittens roll around with an upset look on their faces. Do these kittens look a little like the Katzenjammer Kids? VÄRRE FÖR KATTMAMMAN HARDER FOR THE MOTHER CAT
This is from Husmodern Jul 1937. The mother wears a nice dress and high heeled pumps as she knits near the Christmas tree. She and her children are inset into panels that show the mother cat, with eyeglasses and an apron, and her ten kittens. In the middle panel, one kitten has the skein on its paws while another rolls it into a ball, but in the bottom panel all the kittens and the yarn are unraveled while the kittens roll around with an upset look on their faces. Do these kittens look a little like the Katzenjammer Kids?
VÄRRE FÖR KATTMAMMAN
HARDER FOR THE MOTHER CAT
Mamma berättar: Ja, nog kan det vara svårt hålla reda på er utan att tappa alla maskorna. Men det är forstås värre för till exempel en kattmamma...Om hon nu har tio små ungar i nästan samma ålder och vill lära dem sticka, så kan det till slut bli ett enda nystan ava alltihop och en fyrtio stycken klösande klor - ja tänk er bara det!
Mother says: Yes, it can be hard to keep it all in order without losing the mesh. But it is, you understand, harder for, for example, a mother cat...If she has ten small young ones in the nest of the same age and wants to teach them to knit, so that can end up a single ball for all of them and a forty-piece scratching of claws - just think of that!
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
The fact that I do not and cannot knit leads into my Louisa May Alcott knitting reference, which is not about knitting. Maybe it is because I sprained my ankle in first grade and remember my mother wrapping my ankle in an Ace Bandage, and I remember holding the skein of yarn for my mother while she wound the ball of yarn that whenever I remembered this Alcott passage I replaced the bandage with a ball of yarn.
In Eight Cousins Rose has pined after losing her parents, and finds a new home with two aunts and nearby relatives who provide boy cousins only. Her fears are relieved as she meets a housemaid who befriends her and finds her cousins to be interesting and friendly. This passage is from a chapter in Eight Cousins called "Ear-Rings":
"Well, I happen to have a little story with a moral to it in my mind, and I will tell it, though it is intended for younger children than you,"...
...once upon a time, a little girl went to see a young lady who was very fond of her. Now, the young lady happened to be lame, and had to have her foot bandaged up every day; so she kept a basketful of bandages, all nicely rolled and ready. The little girl liked to play with this basket, and one day, when she thought no one saw her, she took one of the rolls without asking leave, and put it in her pocket."
Here Pokey, who had been peering lovingly down at the five warm nuts that lay at the bottom of her tiny pocket, suddenly looked up and said, "Oh!" in a startled tone, as if the moral tale had become intensely interesting all at once...
"But an eye did see this naughty little girl, and whose eye do you think it was?"
"Eye of Dod," murmured conscience-sticken Pokey, spreading two chubby little hands before the round face, which they were not half big enough to hide.
Rose was rather taken aback by this reply, but, feeling that she was producing a good effect, she added, seriously, -
"Yes, God saw her, and so did the young lady, but she did not say any thing; she waited to see what the little girl would do about it. She had been very happy before she took the bandage, but when it was in her pocket she seemed troubled, and pretty soon stopped playing and sat down in a corner, looking very sober. She thought a few minutes, and went and put back the roll very softly, and her face cleared up, and she was a happy child again. The young lady was glad to see that, and wondered what made the little girl put it back."
"Tonscience p'icked her," murmured a contrite voice from behind the small hands pressed tightly over Pokey's red face.
"And why did she take it, do you suppose?" asked Rose, in a school-marmish tone, feeling that all the listeners were interested in her tale and its unexpected application.
"It was so nice a wound, and she wanted it deffly," answered the little voice.
"Well, I'm glad she hadsuch a good conscience. The moral is that people who steal don't enjoy what they take, and are not happy till they put it back. What makes that little girl hide her face?" asked Rose, as she concluded.
"Me's so 'shamed of Pokey," sobbed the small culprit, quite overcome by remorse and confusion at this awful disclosure...
"Come Rose, it's too bad to tell her little tricks before every one, and preach at her in that way; you wouldn't like it yourself," began Dr. Alec, taking the weeper on his knee and administering consolation in the shape of kisses and nuts.
Before Rose could express her regret, Jamie, who had been reddening and ruffling like a little turkey-cock for several minutes, burst out indignanatly, bent on avenging the wound given to his beloved dolly, -
"I know something bad that you did, and I'm going to tell right out.
You thought we didn't see you, but we did, and you said uncle wouldn't like it, and the boys would tease, and you made Annabel promise not to tell, and she punched holes in your ears to put ear-rings in. So now! and that's much badder than to take an old piece of rag; and I hate you for making my Pokey cry."
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Monday, December 3, 2007
Friday, November 30, 2007
Pogo once featured sleuths tracking through the swamp. They worked with chihuahuas, not bloodhounds, because bloodhounds were so difficult to control. I was reminded of this when a panel member admitted, "more eyes / more errors" as she described "distributive reporting" - with technology, newsrooms can now search more diligently.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Monday, November 26, 2007
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Monday, November 19, 2007
The Mirror and the Weather
How wind blows across the trees,
rows of song,
all over the floor in pieces.
A figure up at night
in a tent who knows what,
Waves, waves, how it happens,
hair, hair, then hair
hear over hair now all howl.
Moths. It falls. It drifts and sleeps now.
This poem was not directly associated with a visit to Tacoma Art Museum where one display was landscape photography by Mary Randlett. I walked through and returned to a group on one wall and I thought - These I am rather especially fond of.
And then I read the copy - one photo appeared on the cover of a poetry book by Denise Levertov, and I am especially familiar with that photo, have looked at is peripherally many times.
Friday, November 16, 2007
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Behind each one walking here moves a cross that wants to catch up to us, pass us, join us...
The cross in this line is the subject of Robert Hass last paragraph - "One wants to know what that cross is in Swedish and what its resonances are..." The word wants used both by Transtromer and Hass expresses layers of want. One layer is that ambiguity is a kind of aesthetic happiness. To want to know is a joy in itself. This is one part of Hass meditative column about Tomas Transtromer. Another layer is the desire to see the poem printed in original Swedish side by side with the translation - a desire supported by small press.
With the internet we assume answers can happen on the text. This changes the experience of ambiguity for writers.
Friday, November 9, 2007
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Friday, October 19, 2007
Thursday, October 18, 2007
I read Snow Falling on Cedars in 2003. This year I saw the movie on a DVD. I was happy with the cinematography. But the mystery resolved in a similar way to our reserved seats mystery at the reading. The book was a trial detective story with a convincing and well-explained missing clue that solved the question in a way that helped portray the setting more completely.
At one point my DVD screen began to separate into tiny rectangles, but I do not think I missed anything.
Important to me about the book's setting was the Scandinavian aspect of the fishing enclave. In the movie I hoped for more development and a larger portrayal of the Scandinavian aspect.
I thought the novel was very traditional in its size and aspirations, one that echoed novels of that time, the late 1930's, the 1940's.
Answer: Yes Murray Guterson was David Guterson's father. Murray Guterson's mother wanted his to be an attorney, go to law school. Later he could become a writer. He should keep his options open.
Question Two: What was his reaction to Snow Falling on Cedars being made into a movie?
Answer: David Guterson answered that the movie was hard to follow. It was nominated for an Academy Award for cinematography. D.G. felt neutral about the film.
Answer: D.G. said he would talk to the fellow at the reception.
Question 4: A question about the poetry David Guterson read: What effect does it have on the prose?
Answer: D.G. wants his prose to be clear and plain.
Answer: Rich, red and dry, the cedar tree is used for everything. The tree of life.
Question 6: The audience member, reading Snow Falling on Cedars in a seminar class, asked: What inspired the novel?
Answer: Bainbridge Island, where everyone of Japanese descent was interned in World War Two. D.G. saw transcribed oral histories.
Question 7: How were the characters created?
Answer: D.G. sees a balance between how another person is like oneself and how they are different. He works to strike that balance in his characters.
Answer: After Lady in the Forest, before the new novel.
Question 9: How does the central character in the the woods in the new novel compare to Into the Wild (a new movie by Sean Penn)?
Answer: D.G.: For the new book the character seek fulfillment, socially, politically, spiritually, not adventure.
Question 10: Is your work Western? Puget Sound?Answer: D.G.: For D.G. writing is about place, to a fault. This is home. People of European descent have not lived here a long time to grow an indigenous literature. This contrasts to the South or the Eastern Bay area. We are part of the Pacific Rim...
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Monday, October 15, 2007
A novel by Kazuo Ishiguro reminded me of a few novels I had read in an English literature tradition. The style was very appealing to me. In When We Were Orphans is a usage of the term tubby - in the context two boys play has evolved into uncomfortable tests of courage -
"I can still see my friend, his tubby figure stiff with tension, his face, whenever he glanced back at me, shining with perspiration, willing himself a few steps further..."
I think the descriptive term tubby refers to the trunk of the figure and evokes a particular appearance I recognize.
But in our earliest year of Tacoma Reads Together, 2002, we read biographies of Charles Darwin in December and I brought in The Voyage of the Beagle, which I skimmed, and the CD of Bossa Nova music (not Joao Gilberto, but Jobim) which has a booklet with not one but two spines.
When I first heard of Snow Falling on Cedars, I intended to read it. It is in a list of Books Read in 2003, after I had intended to read it for years. I have noted down that I read it with a small amount of skimming. I remember that I was happy to read the setting descriptions and thought of the book Woman and Nature by Susan Griffin. In a page from that time I wrote: On May 20th i was returning a book in the evening to save 20 cents & came upon a meeting for the environment - I began to see the necessity of response to the idea of Description of Setting, and Setting...I feel response is important. Each individual can make a difference, and how we get about, how we choose the products we use has an effect on what happens.
The Setting seemed then to me to be the focus of the book. The nature descriptions of the San Juan Islands worked for me -
Later I suggested the book as a possibility for Tacoma Reads Together. One reason I suggested it is because the fishing community in the San Juan Islands is described by David Guterson as being a Scandinavian Enclave. That worked for me, too.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
THE OLD PART OF TOWN
There are fighting cocks
with feathers red as blood
in another country.
In fall the poppies bloom
by the wire fences, whispering
"Death, death," into the countryside.
They kill another dragon.
His bones burn out like bridges,
fierce and tall and unamazed.
The men drive rats into the streets;
their death slips out like sweat
from hours of shooting.
Then the rain comes thick as cloth
falling through the blood
as an answering river.
Streets end in every city.
Cars drive past the empty houses,
carrying the old and the infirm.
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Friday, September 14, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Monday, August 27, 2007
From Husmodern 1971
Fyrkantstav 70 x 70
10 st 150 mm.
Bräder 70 x 28
2 st. 2500 mm,
Ribbor 70 x 22
med två rundade
kanter 30 st. 800 mm.
Lim. Sprik eller skruv
Placera ut benen (5 st påvar sidar),
limma och spika
fast bräderna på benen.
Limma och spika fast ribborna
med jämna mellan rum
och låt dem sticka ut
ca 5 cm på var sida.
Material pris ca 95 m
Friday, August 24, 2007
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Friday, August 17, 2007
I got a newsletter mailing about the Thanksgiving Bird Count. (What about November?)Until August15, gardeners watch for hummingbird nests when they prune.
Today a blue Mack truck drove past and reappeared by the yellow claw at the lions. The yellow claw had stopped with a large square piece of hedge. It rotated the claw around and dropped the piece in the truck back. The claw driver kept picking up hedge pieces close to the white lion, it seemed he could tell there was no danger. When the claw rotated all the way around, rotated the last hedge piece back around past the lions, dropped the piece into the truck back, lowered the claw back down, just for a moment it touched the lion's pedestal.
Some people, myself included, had mentioned the hedge during public meetings. Long ago as a child I saw the complication at the edge of our gravel street, which without any cement curb became a parking. Language existed. It exists when we try to protect a park from intrusion. The hedge had formed a physical, non-verbal definition of the word park - enclosure.
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Friday, August 3, 2007
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Det stod tämligen klart för mig att individuellt sökande efter alla dessa människor var en fysisk omöjlighet. ingen av dem kunde tänkas infinna sig till det väldiga släktmötet i
På resan hade jag sällskap med den eminente kännaren av Svensk-Amerika, pastor O.R. Karlström, en småländsk sjöman, som efter fantastiska öden blev präst i Augustana-Synoden och föreståndare för den vittomspännande Kompassmissionen på Västkusten. Han lövade hjälpa mig och vi beslöt att utarbeta en lista, vid vars uppdelning vi skulle följa Augustanas gamla indelning av svenskcentra, sådan denna uppbyggts sedan 1860. Det finns 13 s.k. konferensområden, vartdera med en president i spetsen. Till dessa skulle vi lägga ett fjortonde, d.v.s. upptagande personer til sjöss, i Sydamerika eller utan egentlig
Missed the show? Watch videos of the Live Earth Concert on MSN.
At the end of this section of the article from Husmodern, the author refers to his errand (inspired by the Good Shepherd) also as a net - seventy years later, this effort reminds us of why the internet is called an net - the author reaches out into a "sea of people".
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Thursday, July 5, 2007
Friday, June 29, 2007
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Monday, June 25, 2007
Har ar mangeln som aldrig ar i vagen, fast utrymmet ar smatt. Och vad skall jag med en storm skrymmande mangel nar T - T gor precis samma nytta....
How my own grandmother had a mangel in her kitchen. Here is the ad in Husmodern -
"We get along well in my Lilleputian-kitchen - my T-T and I."
"Here is the mangle that never is in the way, surface space is small. And what would I do with a big bulky mangle, when T-T does exactly the same use..."
Her mangle is on the table top on her checkered tablecloth.
Friday, June 22, 2007
Serva: till verklig tjanst i ert kok - Serva: to truly serve in the kitchen
Om familjemedlemnarna ata pa olika tider, ar Serva den spis, Ni behover! (If family members eat at different times, Serva is the stove we need!)
The drawing has draped across its top a piece of rhubarb from the garden.