mercredi, avril 27, 2005


"Daley caught sight of them way high. On the far shore of the river December cast into steep shade a strech of escarpment, while on this side was a precarious vantage of observation the group had reached in their ascent." Actress In The House--Jeseph McElroy
phote taken with my lovely mini dv camera

"He could handle things, he knew the design of miles of coolant pipes without which the Hoover couldn't have been built, had actually studied the subsidiary wing dam built above the primary vast simplegravity structure of Grand Coulee, and he could think for himself."
phote taken with my lovely mini dv camera

"...STAIRCASE AS A STAGE (153) and OPEN STAIRS (158) will tell you where to place the various stairs, both indoors and out doors. This pattern gives each stair exact dimentions and treats it like a room so that it becomes a realistic plan."--a pattern language Christopher Alexander
phote taken with my lovely mini dv camera

lundi, avril 25, 2005


last week my beautiful red bike was stolen...I hope someone out there is taking care of this lovely bike...sigh...I miss it so much...riding the train is making me fat and poor(er).
phote taken with my lovely mini dv camera

samedi, avril 23, 2005

god is ood

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"99.999% of statistics are made up on the spot."

Today someone asked for a new book of letters by published by the daughter of Richard (Fineman?)Feynman. The name didn't ring a bell at first. She said he was a scientist, a mathmatician. I sent her downstairs to look at the review books and the science books. Then I started thinking I knew that name like maybe he taught at UT or something. I guess not though because I see now that he died in1988. For some reason I assosiate the name with a flier I saw for a lecture about Buckminster Fuller...also I associate Feynman with my friend Steve who knew (knows) a lot about math and engineering probably mentioned (raved about) them both. When topics like DDT or Feynman come up in the stacks people say "Ask Will."

(Will is a young quick talking, curly red haired savant. His hair is curly. He's not actually that curly. I guess there should be some hyphens in there.)

I've been shelving history books all week since the film and lit sections are closed down for renovation...the other day I had a small discussion about scientology, happiness, Siddhartha, and eastern philosophy which has got me thinking about religion.

A few years ago when I was working at the 007 hpb store register in Austin, a guy, nice enough, spent some time raving about a book called Why Religion Matters by a guy named Huston Smith. (Did I have a neighbor named Huston Smith once?) I never got very far with the book before because it is full of big words that I don't use very often...words like: Promethian, epistemological, Reductionism, Faustian, ineluctable corollary, metaphysical, Parmenides, nihilism, Postmodernism, Cosmological Shortcomings, Hottentot science, materialism, Consilience, incommensurable, quantium mechanics, empericism, al-Mahdi, samsara and kakemono.

But NOW, armed with my large French-English dictionary, I think am ready to tackle it.

1) Promethian-well that not in there, but isn't that the guy who flew too close to the sun...or the guy who stole fire from the gods?

2) epistemological-adj epistemologique.

hmm...Let's Google:

"from the greek words epista meaning knowlege and logos meaning word/speech a branch of philospohy that deals with the nature, orgin, and scope of knowlege"--wikipedia

ok that's an easy one that I pretty much already knew...when i think epistemological I think, "The study of what can be known." Thank you PHIL101. Now were getting somewhere.

3) Reductionism- When I think of reductionism I think of simmerin' down but this can't be about cooking. Yaneer knows better:

Concepts in Complex Systems
Yaneer Bar-Yam

"Reductionism
Reductionism is an approach to building descriptions of systems out of the descriptions of the subsystems that a system is composed of, and ignoring the relationships between them.
For example, considering a biological system to be composed of molecules with certain structures, or considering a molecule to be composed of atoms.
Note that once positions of atoms in a molecule are specified, relationships between the atoms are also specified. Similarly, once the relative locations of molecules are specified in a biological organism, relationships between these molecules are also specified. Taking into account such relationships is beyond a purely reductionist approach.
However, it is also considered "reductionist" to consider specifying the positions of atoms of a biological organism a specification of the organism. Some consider this reductionist because it is difficult to obtain macroscopically relevant information from this approach, or because this approach is not practical, others because of the notion of strong emergence, that there is more to a system than the specification of parts and their relationships.
The mathematics of reductionism is, at its most basic, the use of fractions which holds that dividing and multiplying are opposites. The statement 2(1/2)=1 is the idea that dividing a system into two parts and then putting them back together restores the original system. This is valid for systems where only the total mass of a system matters, such as for weights, or for collections of small weakly interacting particles, like a pound of flour. The existance of many systems that can be effectively described in this way is important for the study of complex systems as it provides one aspect of a contrasting notion of a simple system. However, it is not generally true."

ok that's clear...um hey all this learnin is making me sleepy, but I really want to know the answer to the burning questions like why birthcontrol is wrong? and why all the unrest in the mid-east? And why am I not happy 100% of the time like an evangelical christian or a Scientologist?

What would Faust do?

lundi, avril 18, 2005

amusing comic strip

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ha! I sat down to read some more of Actress in the House and decided to google Joseph McElroy since I had never seen a picture of him. I couldn't find a picture but I did learn that he's a Brooklyn boy well...not so much a boy anymore...he's 75 years old. I went on surfing a bit and came across this amusing book-industry comic strip.

steve sells out

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Finally time time time to do some laundry...yesterday was a really good day at the bookstore...Sundays always seem more fun than other days there...people seem less stressed out...more whimsical...I saw so many nice shirts it made me want to sget some silk screen...like the guy with the "SELL OUT." t-shirt.

I asked what that was...an indictment? a suggestion? He said it was a project...he seemed happy that I asked...he gave me the web address...www.stevesellsout.com...I checked it out...it's curious...curiously hopeful...I want to send him some money but I don't know if I will.

vendredi, avril 15, 2005

another green day

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Estoy cansada, pero tengo algunos minutos para practicar espanol.

Aqui hay un otro poema de Pablo Neruda:

Oda a la cama
Ode to the bed

De cama en cama en cama
es este viaje,
el viaje de la vida.

We go from one bed to the next
In this journey,
life's journey.

El que nace, el herido
y el que muere,
el que ama y el que suena
vinieron y se van de cama en cama,
vinimos y nos vamos
en este tren, en este nave, en este
rio comun
a toda
vida,
comun
a toda muerte.

The newborn, the afflicted,
the dying,
the lover and the dreamer alike:
they arrived and they will depart by bed,
we all have arrived and we will all depart
on this train, on this boat, down this
river which is common
to all
life,
which is shared by each and every death.

la tiera es una cama
florida por amor, sucia de sangre,
las sabanas del cielo
se secan
desplegando
el cuerpo de septiembre y sublancura,
el mar
cruje
golpeado
por la
cupula
verde
del
abismo
y mueve ropa blanca y ropa negra.

Love makes the earth
a bed for blooming, mired in blood.
The fullness of September, its clarity
shaken out
in sheets by the skyful,
drying.
The sea groans,
battered
by the
green
vault
of the
abyss,
surging in the white clothes, and black.

Oh mar, cama terrible,
agitacion perpetua
de la muerte y la vida,
del aireencarnizado y de la espuma,
duermen en ti los peces,
la noche,
las ballenas,
yace en ti la cienza
centerfuga y celeste
de los agonizantes meteoros:
palpitas, mar, con todos
tus dormidos,
construyes y destruyes
el talamo incesante de los suenos

O sea, intimidating bed,
death and life
writhing endlessly
and savage air and spray:
fish sleep deep inside you,
and the night,
and whales.
In you rest
the celestial, centrifugal
ashes of dying meteors.
You throb, sea, with the life of everything
that sleeps within you,
you build up and tear down
the ever-renewed bride's bed of dreams.

De prontosale un rayo
con dos ojos de puro nomeolvides,
con nariz de marfil o de manzana,
y te muestra el sendero
a suaves sabanas
como estandartes claros deazucena
por donde resbalamos
al enlace.
Luego
vienea la cama
la muerte con sus manos oxidadas
y su lengua de yodo
y levanta su dedo
largo como un camino
mostrandomas la arena,
la puerta de los ultimos dolores.

Lighting flashes suddenly
in two eyes of pure forget-me-not
and an ivory or apple profile.
It shows you the way
to soft sheets
like bright banners, white lilies,
down which we roll
to the final embrace.
Then death
slips into bed with us
with his spotted hands
and iodine tongue.
He raises a finger
as long as a road
showing us the shore,
the gateway to our dying pain.

mercredi, avril 13, 2005

How did I wind up her?

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It's a beautiful day...wednesday...a day off sitting here with Tita...sunn streaming in the room...kids playing outside...a really nice day...I must get out and buy some groceries and do some laundry...but this spot here in the sun is warm and comfortable...Staten Island...Staten Island...Staten Island...Spaulding Grey was last seen on the Staten Island Ferry...Yesterday I was looking up an account at the bookstore and the combination of exaustion and my very bad spelling skills left me fumbling for the letters...Staton Island...Statin Island...MVW kindly bailed me out...um...I think it's StatEn...The woman with the account said (seriously)

"That's insulting...It's one of the five bourroughs."

Is that really something to be insulted by? Some poor schmuck with a bad education and you're going to take it as a personal insult...damn...some people have not enough to worry about. How is that insulting? She must have some kind of complex about living there...When I first moved here I wasn't sure how to spell Manhattan...some one who lived in this apartment before had written in blue paint on the yellow bathroom wall...Hh HAT...next to a funny little drawing of a hat...the hat looks like the snake in le petit prince that had eaten something hat shaped...every time I spell Manhattan I see that and think Man...Hh...HAT...tan.

I have less trouble with spanish names...San Antonio...Bandera...Laredo...San Pedro...Guadalupe...Guanajuato...no problemo.

I noticed everyone yesterday was buying Saul Bellow books...Saul Bellow and hakuri M...I guess Saul
bellow died.

I don't think I've read any of his stories...I have shelved some...I always liked the name...I didn't know he had won a noble...er...um...Nobel prize...Apparently he's won all kinds of prizes and he was very handsome too. Good-bye Saul Bellow...I hardly knew you.

mardi, avril 12, 2005

speak what you feel not what you ought to say

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four am...as good a tim as any to do some mining of te consciousness...I've been feeling less feverish...drinking lots of fluids...on the plus side of bieing sick, my body produces its own food in the form of suprisingly large balls of fleghm (sp?)that emerge from my lungs...so I've been saving a little extra money...with that and the overtime I worked today I may have enough for a haircut and some new shoes soon.

Well...not so much going on...Eric the roomate was downtown and rode the train home with me last night...we saw a girl who could play the sax and hoola hoop at the same time...we also saw my trumpet playing friend, Richard in 14th street tunel between the f anf 3 train...he has a kind face and speaks very thoughtfully. I only see him every few months but amazingly he remembers my name.

Yesterday was the last day of one of the friendliest and funniest people at strand books, Brendon. He quit to finish his Masters thesis comparing King Lear to King James or vice versa...sounds good to me. I don't know much about either one.

King James of England or Scotland? Was there more than one? Doesnt he have a bible or something?

lundi, avril 04, 2005

Am I getting bronchitis?

Still a little sick...Sitting here with Tita, La Gatatita...Stuffy head thinking about going outside... overcast and warmish...what's at PS 1? Ugh...I wonder how Socorro is doing in Germany...She doesn't have free access to e-mail yet...so I haven't heard much. Work was good yesterday with the exception of a mystery or a tragedy of some missing rare books which I am afraid got packed with someone else's books...Afterward I met Kathy and Lola at a small unpretentious dance club called Saphire...just south of Houston on eldridge...how good dancing feels...I forgot about my stuffy head.

Last week I rode my bike to Williamsburg and had a most orgasmic experience crossing the bridge...the Williamsburg bridge has a walkway and bikeway that is raised way up...above the traffic alongside the traintracks...it is so high up...a very strange feeling to be biking along so high up you can see into 20 story windows but you can't see the ground...it was night so all the lights of the city were refelcted in the river. Quelle beautiful!

Williamsburg itself has that Disneyesque feel of a place where real people don't live...Reciently...suddenly...transformed...with boutiques and clubs and money...eerily quiet (Maybe its different during the daytime) It made me appreciate my neighborhood with it's yelling and garbage trucks...Everyone seemd to be white and speaking english except behind the counter at the pizza place. The place I went...Galapagos...Had been something like a mayonaise factory transformed into an art space...it was smaller than I expected but does have a cool reflecting pool where the vats of mayonaise used to be.

samedi, avril 02, 2005

Home sick

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Ugh...I feel like an old Pope.

Bibi, if you're reading this, I'm sorry I won't be coming in to work today. Some kind of horribleplague has taken over my body and no amount of Emer'gen-C seems to kill it.

Sigh...I guess I'll take this opportunity to actually read a book.