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Second Sun
This poem is my attempt at understanding… I I have no regrets. I did what I was ordered and I did it right. I have no problem sleeping at night. At no point could we hear any ragged breaths, we saved the east from American deaths. None of our boys would wade into the Rising…
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Jazz For Lovers
Not writing as much personal stuff now as Winter Quarter has started, but here is a little essay I wrote for my history of Rock and Roll class: When I picture jazz music, I see snapping fingers, berets, and goatee sporting beatniks. It’s a romantic image, one that rings false but excites. I first heard…
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Ziggy Stardust, etc.
I am a fan of David Bowie. Love his music, love his various looks, love his weirdness. I have a friend however, who would kill to have his babies. I created this illustration for her as a Christmas present. Its Bowie with a great mullet and the two planets he hails from, at least during…
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A Merry Christmas
“Amen.” In their Father’s name the explorer priests broke fast orbiting a long dead stellar mass. The researchers found a hidden cache on a world now turned to ash. Inside were artifacts, artwork and knowledge from alien minds, but minds all the same. They had beauty, they had love. They tried to save some of…
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Star Power
There is a certain moment when our world turns its darkened face to our local star and its light shines upon it, and the small photovores consume its tasty effusion with what can only be joy. The nuclear reactions deep in the heated heart of it explode with beneficence, ensuring that the planetary retinue about…
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So Long Frank Lloyd Wright, Finale
The 1940s brought Wright new challenges. Wright encountered success and failure throughout the 1940s. His strong anti-war stance, especially after the attack on Pearl Harbor, brought government blackballing to his extensive wartime housing projects, including the Cloverleaf housing scheme. His Utopian ideals couldn’t be destroyed, even in the course of a global conflict. Wright’s own…
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The Art of Silence
I recently watched the marvelous film, The Artist. I was totally enchanted by the concept and the setting, having a deep affection for silent films and the art of coherent story telling using very little words. The movie has a seemingly simple plot: that of a well known movie star (equivalent to Douglas Fairbanks), George…
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High on Hydrogen
There was a time when the skies of Earth held leviathans. Quicksilver flashing overhead, the roar of diesel engines, shadows that would cover whole city blocks, ocean liners in the air. Across the Atlantic the airships would go, cruising at nearly 90 miles an hour, waiters serving beverages and hot meals in the dining rooms.…
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By Chance Two Separate Glances Meet
Light exploded around the sky in flashes of blue ice and dragon’s fire red, orange phosphorescence and acid greens. The crowd, thousands thick and thronging the great plaza, all watched together. The celebration was for the achievements of the human race, for all of their hard work, all of their dreaming and hoping. All…
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Clouds and Atlases
I have a sense that our lives are interconnected. Sometimes small bits of data, floating in the maelstrom of our shifting inner lives, come up to the surface and integrate with our outer selves. The carefully constructed facade of “us” can either crumble or be reinforced with better materials: truth, accurate information, access to our…
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Thinkin’ like Lincoln
I just watched the fantastic new film about Abraham Lincoln, appropriately titled “Lincoln.” I was struck by the quality of Daniel Day Lewis’ performance, how he appeared to totally inhabit the character…defining what the 21st century will see as the real Lincoln. As one of my family members remarked, “I thought Lincoln had a deeper…
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Deserving of Observing
My wife and I are from Southern California. I was fortunate to grow up surrounded by a wealth of beauty; from the shoreline of my native Long Beach, to the snow capped San Bernardinos; the rolling hills of Los Angeles, to the quite coves of Cabrillo beach. Even though I now live in Washington State…
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So Long Frank Lloyd Wright Continued
During this time of momentous change, Wright’s own domestic situation saw a change towards permanence with a much younger woman, Olgivanna Ivanovna Lazovich. Born in Montenegro of auspicious decent, she was very beautiful—with dark, mysterious eyes. She was also a follower of George Gurdjieff, a mystic with a large, cult-like following. Wright first saw her…
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Acres of Memories
When I was younger I used to frequent a bookstore in Long Beach, California. It was called Acres of Books. This place was like Disneyland for book lovers! I believe it had over one million books in it’s inventories, with literally miles of shelving made of orange crates and all sorts of stacked odds and…
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Picture This
I finished this Frank Lloyd Wright inspired frame today: An easy, two hour project. I am happy with the results.
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So Long Frank Lloyd Wright, Continued
part 2 Los Angeles. The scent of orange groves, the tang of Pacific Ocean mists, the clang of Red Car trolleys running from downtown to Long Beach. The Los Angeles of the early 1920s was a strange amalgamation of city and suburb. Frank Lloyd Wright found it a perfect place to experiment, what else was…
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Stereophonic
I absolutely love the Beatles. I first really heard them (as opposed to listening) when I was 13. After that first heady dose of pure awesome, I was hooked. Over the years I have collected all of their albums, official and unofficial, as well as amassing hundreds of bootlegs of every quality. One of the things I enjoy least about the Beatles oeuvre is…
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So Long Frank Lloyd Wright: An Architect of the Spirit
part one A free America, democratic in the sense that our forefathers intended it to be, means just this: individual freedom for all, rich or poor, or else this system of government we call ‘democracy’ is only an expedient to enslave man to the machine and make him like it. –The Future of Architecture (1953), p.…
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Apollo 11 Shadow Box
I made this shadow box over my vacation. It was a basic, dirt cheap wooden box from Michaels that I stained a deep cherry wood color. I did the bevels around the glass in copper paint and used Lamp Black for the inside. I hand painted the Earth and the Moon on small, round pieces of…
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