The sun rises beyond the ruin of the 15th century monastery at Lindisfarne, the ‘Holy Isle’ off the coast of Northumberland, England. I got to spend two nights and days there in the late spring of 2013, when I followed John Doan and a troupe of Celtic musicians around parts of England and Scotland.
Lindisfarne is regarded as the Cradle of Christianity in northern Britain, for it is here that the Celtic Saints Aidan, Hilde and Cuthbert first arrived from the Scottish Isle of Iona to begin preaching the Gospel.
I found this while re-reading “TheBoy Who Invented Television,” which I have probably not read cover to cover since it was published in 2002. Found this epigram at the top of Chapter 15. .
While I was out on my 2-mile “Walk Before Coffee” this morning, I passed some neighbors and their four little dogs.Each of the dogs waddled up to me and I gave then a little bit of petting(while thinking, “gee, I wish I could just walk up to humans and get this kind of attention…”).As I passed, one of the neighbors said “thank you for your kindness.”And I replied, “well, that’s a pretty good way to start the day….”
Then I got home and made my coffee and plopped down on the sofa in the treehouse, and found this notification on the screen on my phone.Liz Gilbert likes my post from yesterday.
Yeah, I’d say that’s a pretty good way to start my day.
…she of “Eat Pray Love” and “Big Magic,” now on tour in support of her new novel, ‘City of Girls’ – at Montgomery Bell Academy last night for Salon@615 sponsored in part by Parnassus Books.
Nobody should be THAT smart and insightful into the Human Experience. She said so many brilliant things that I’m kicking myself that I did not record it so I can listen to it again (yeah, I know, “no recordings…” When has that ever stopped me?Well for some reason it did this time…)
I did make a few notes, among them:
“There is only one reason why people(don’t do the thing they want to do), and that is because they are afraid.”
“I’m on an ‘Integrity cleanse” – that means only telling the truth.”
“98% of the work I do is research.It’s very analog, I put everything on index cards and compile the cards in shoeboxes; by the time I’m ready to start the actual writing, the book has practically written itself. “
“I keep past, present, and future versions of myself.When Present Liz finds something that Past Liz has left for her, she thanks Past Liz for sending it out to Future Liz.”
“A drunk person can run but can’t walk. Write like a drunk person.”
“The truth has legs,. It’s the only thing that is still standing at the end of the day. It’s where we’re going to wind up, so we may as well start there.”
“There is an intelligence in the universe that wants to communicate with us.”
That last one speaks directly to one of the underlying themes of the Book That I Have Yet To Finish (ttbrown.com)
She said a lot of other too-smart things that I just hope I will recall during the day(s) ahead.
I have been an outlaw All my grown up life Just ask my former in-laws Just ask my former wife… – Dana Cooper and Pierce Pettis, My Life of Crime (Spotify)
Who Are You?
That’s the question that I keep wanting to ask – of the people who are receiving the infrequently delivered “Weekly Digest” from my website, CohesionArts.
I wonder because I’m sorta starting it up again… it’s been dormant for the better part of a year. And longer than that, really. It’s been quiet since I went into creative seclusion three years ago.
Despite my seemingly massive ego and out of control narcissism (it’s right there in the interogatories for the divorce, so it must be true, right?) I’m a lousy self promoter.
For a long time, I carried a business card that said that I am a “Writer / Photographer / Musician / Artist* – follow that asterisk to the bottom of the card and it reads “and I’m going to keep telling that lie until it comes true…”
Everybody laughs at that line. And yeah, it’s intended as a joke. But it’s not nearly as funny as it is true.
CohesionArts.com is the website where I gather what remains of my creative energy these days. A couple of years ago I devised an automated routine that rounds up whatever I’ve posted to the site for a week and publishes it to a mailing list of a few hundred subscribers under the guise of a “Weekly Digest.”
Two weeks ago, a Weekly Digest went out before I even realized that I’d reactivated the protocols. When I looked at the records, I discovered that was the first issue since November of last year.
In the meantime, I managed to finalize the divorce that had been pending for almost a year, the genesis of which goes back more than three years (or 7, depending on which point of demarcation you choose…).
Right away about a half dozen people unsubscribed the list.
Which has me wondering about the few hundred people who remain. That would be, umm… you, whoever might be reading this.
This is the first time I’ve addressed this list directly.
Because I wonder… who are you?
My best guess is that you are one of the people who have purchased something from my wall at the Erabellum Gallery at the Arcade in downtown Nashville, where I stand in front of some of my photography once a month. I do it mostly for the ego gratification. I like it when people walk up and look at the images and ask “Are you the artist?” To which I gleefully reply, “Well, if you thin this is art then… yeah, I’m the artist!”
When people do purchase something, I will ask for their email address. That’s how I got yours, and why you are getting the “Weekly Digest.” And I think that at some point I might use this list to, you know, actually market things to people. Did I mention that I’m a lousy self promoter? I’m working with my therapist on that….😜
So that’s what this is and why you’re getting it, and if in fact you’re reading this, I’d like to hear from you. Just a quick note to firstname.lastname@example.org to say hello, maybe let me know if you remember how or where we met and if you’ve got one of my photos hanging on a wall somewhere in your domicile.
Hallelujah, LensBaby has finally produced a selective-focus lenses with a focal length that works with my #Olympus OM-D cameras! .
I loved my Lensbaby back before 2012, when I was shooting Nikon DSLRs. I loved the way it could take an otherwise ordinary image and make it impressionistic by blurring and flaring the edges of the frame. Some of my favorite photos from that period were made with a Lensbaby. .
But once I switched to the Olympus Micro-FourThirds format, the Lensbabies became problematic. They made a lens with an M4/3 mount, but the with the smaller sensors the focal length was effectively doubled, and it just didn’t work as well as it did with a larger sensor. .
A couple of weeks ago I discovered that Lensbaby is now offering the SOL-22, which maths out to something much closer to a “normal” (44mm equivalent) focal length, which works great with my cameras. .
So behold my neighbor Jack’s 1970s vintage Corvette. I’ve walked past Jack’s house hundreds of times… we’ve been neighbors for like 20 years, but this was the first time I stopped and talked with him, and he let me shoot a few frames of his #hotrod. . .
I heard this quote listening to “Reckless Daughter,” a biography of Joni Mitchell by David Yaffe. Arthur Krazman is cited as one of Joni’s early influences, an English teacher who recognized her talent and encouraged her to dig deeper. The quote – or the idea of it – supposedly originated with Frederich Nietzsche, but I could not find that reference. So Krazman gets the credit for this one.
Performing a benefit concert for the Bells Bend Corridor at Sulphur Dell Farms in Scottsdale, aka the Last Vestige of Old Nashville (off the Ashland City Hwy, Rt 12, btw Briley Parkway and Ashland City).
So, since the… umm… Great Reckoning… one of the things I’ve done is clear out the space at the back of the house that we used to call “The Consuhvatorah” (think Burl Ives in “Cat On A Hot Tin Roof”) and am now using as a “studio.” ‘Ex’ got all the furniture, I got an empty space with a view. I pulled the carpet and replaced it with hardwood, and the only “furniture” is a circular area rug and a zafu/zabuton combination. I sit on those cushions and play my old Gibson guitar (1966 J-50 – a vintage guitar that I bought brand new), and noticed my reflection in the late-afternoon sun yesterday so grabbed this “selfie.”
I am also going to use the space as a photo studio so that I can start practicing portraiture. The big picture window is perfect for natural light, and yesterday I had curtains installed so I can control the lighting even more. Anybody need a headshot or portrait?