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United, we stand; divided, we fall.
Sunday December 24, 06
Seasonal Holiday Greetings To All My Friends...
Monday October 16, 06
Monday October 02, 06
During my local travels, a few years ago I'd spent a bit of time in Lancaster proper (and only drove through *Paradise*) and was very charmed by the Amish's simple lifestyle, and admired with great respect their steadfast ways which adhere to living peacefully. It is not a lifestyle I could easily embrace for myself since I love having all mod cons. But now, the County of Lancaster will never be the same again. Not after what took place this morning. I am filled with sorrow having read:
The gunman, a truck driver identified as Charles Carl Roberts IV, 32, entered Wolf Rock School in Paradise, Pennsylvania, just after 10.30am brandishing a handgun and automatic shotgun.
I found this part as the most saddening - an unique glimpse of a rare example of the loss of innocence:
In my opinion, there is not much left in the way of pure innocence in this world to-day...And to-day someone in my country - America, The Beautiful - may have just destroyed what could have been its last capsule of innocence.
Tuesday July 18, 06
More Sickening Details...
I hope this shocking information is included within the various scripts offered up when a screenplay is chosen for the movie. Just another fine example of The Dubya Regime and FEMA's fiasco during the Katrina disaster.
Doctor, 2 nurses held in Katrina deaths
Updated: 12:09 a.m. PT July 18, 2006
© 2006 The Associated Press. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.
Wednesday July 12, 06
A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Forum...
So in case anyone missed this:
Kudos to the chaps and chapesses over in the Forum!
Tuesday July 11, 06
A Little Doggy Ditty For Kenny
I thought of our KenBarlow when I came across this charming tune and thought to email it to her; but then a 2nd thought occurred to me: Post it here so others can share in its playful sentiment that captures the happy-go-lucky personality of our canine companions.
Tales, do you note a bit of Stanshall here too? ;)
Wednesday April 19, 06
San Francisco Razed
After nearly 7 weeks of non-stop rain, the sun came out to glow upon The City By The Bay. So peaceful a Spring day that none would suspect that 100 years ago death and destruction would burn half of their city and take its toll on 6,000 lives; indeed, razed their very homes in a matter of 1 single minute.
The relentless fires which had begun mere hours after the quake that were caused by dislocated flues inside the chimneys. The fires started when people had been preparing breakfast at their wood-burning stoves, thus sparks were set off within the walls of their home.
I shudder at the Fire Dept's panic upon the discovery that all the underground water mains were dislocated leaving all the hydrants without water to extinguish the fires. Before long a total of 52 fires had broke out and devastated The City for 3 straight days and nights.
Ironically, the Fire Marshall Dennis Sullivan was killed during the actual quake so all the fire stations were also left without instructions and somehow had to organise themselves.
Many stupid mistakes were made where entire buildings were razed with dyamite in order to contain the fire from spreading; but that effort back-fired (pardon the pun) when the explosions encouraged the flames.
William Randolph Hearst and Jack London arrived during those 3 days to document in sad detail not only the damage done to The City, but to also describe the hardship of its surviviours. The disaster had levelled everything both literally and figuratively in its path in that the very well-to-do and the working class were struggling alike to find food and shelter. Many were seen dragging heavy trunks containing all their belongings, or heavy bundles upon their back as they had nothing more to call their own. Indeed, many innocent people even lost their lives when shot for disobeying orders if caught looting or wandering beyond assigned park encampments.
It all sounds like something out of Dante's Inferno!
Alas, someone said for those 3 days the sky was entirely consumed by black smoke, that one could not tell if it were day or night, nor if it were sun or moon that shun through the blackened sky. But on the 3rd day as the fire burned itself out into embers, the sun visibly glowed and stared as if a hazy blood-shot eye, blazing red through the smoke.
Yet as Murphy's Law would have it, a much needed rain poured down upon The City the very next day after the 3 day blaze. I can only imagine the tears mixed with the rain as those displaced San Franciscans trudged through the muddy encampments and huddled within their tents, or lined up for food and water. The stench of the ashes must have been something they all never forgot.
And so it was with such imagery and musings that I made my way around San Francisco as an eerie air held heavy with history of a yesteryear, of yesterday - marking the centennial anniversary of San Francisco's 1906 earthquake.
Always the proud native, I often traverse within my city's limits going about my daily activities, yet yesterday I felt infinitely more cognizant of my civic surroundings. Although I do believe that I have lived in practically every neighbourhood, it is within the past 25 years that I have lived near the 2 areas which were hit hardest by the quake and the fires. Thus do I find myself often travelling to and fro between North East and South East parts of The City where rests the unforgotten tales of the ghosts of '06.
My attentions for the past week have been glued to the news reports and various documentaries leading up to this fateful event in local history. I am always fascinated by old film footage from the late-Victorian-early Edwardian era, so I managed to record 6 hours of programmes showing San Francisco at what I consider the beginning of its glamour, 50 years after mining the riches of Gold and Silver.
Shady political shenanigans aside, San Francisco was as Oscar Wilde said, ...an odd thing, but every one who disappears is said to be seen at San Francisco. It must be a delightful city, and possess all the attractions of the next world.
San Francisco in 1906 appears to my eye to have retained all the charm that Oscar saw in it back in April 1882.
Alas, thus eventually charm can be so fatal to even itself...
On a final note, the most obvious detail I caught within the documentaries I recorded was the fact that provisions were sent from all over the United States, including a few foreign countries wanting to help. We are reminded that even back in 1906 everyone from all over the world had some sort of dealings with San Francisco, whether it was just loved ones who immigrated here to live, or business-related transactions. It was heart-warming to see the world come to my city's aid; that way back then America was utterly competent despite the lack of technology we all come to rely upon nowadays. It also occurred to me how sad that it was before the time aeroplanes could fly over-head to drop fire-retardant chemicals since at that time such aeroplanes or chemicals had not yet been invented.
So the most obviously glaring detail to me was again, with all our seeming know-how, HOW could America fail its beloved New Orleans? Why in 1906 could food and water be transported QUICKLY from across America clear across to the extreme West of the country?! My anger at such questions and incompetence is re-visited...
I think we all need to feel a bit razed inside if we hope to change anything wrong with our world. Everything and everyone is inter-connected, we are all affected by Nature's whim and how we respond to it. Disasters do indeed build character and give rise to re-examining how one lives one's life...
Oh, and am I afraid should the next Big One hit in my life-time? Not at all. But given all the information I've taken in for the past week on the seismic conditions our Bay Area fault lines I should be shaking in my shoes, lol. On the contrary, whenever we have a tremor - and especially during the last Big One in 1989 - I feel SO alive! Invigorated. Exhilarated. Everyone seems to be on common ground, as it were - if you know what I mean.
Friday April 14, 06
O, Wise Euripides!
One does nothing who tries to console a despondent person with word. A friend is one who aids with deeds at a critical time when deeds are called for.
One loyal friend is worth ten thousand relatives.
Silence is true wisdom's best reply.
No one is truly free, they are a slave to wealth, fortune, the law, or other people restraining them from acting according to their will.
The good and the wise lead quiet lives.
There is just one life for each of us: our own.
This is slavery, not to speak one's thought.
Thursday March 16, 06
Nature Played It's Trick On Me...
Politically the world is ridiculous; but there's still a lot of beautiful things ... Nature saves us, nature calms us down.
~ Morrissey, Billboard Magazine March 16, 2006
So, very true! Spring can never arrive soon enough for me as I miss my drives out into the country up around Mendocino, the Sonoma Wine Country, and down around Big Sur. It's the only thing that utterly soothes my soul.
Wednesday March 01, 06
I was quite intrigued to see Morrissey's comment in the NME interview, part 2 (4 March 2006) regarding I Will See You In Far Off Places:
Indeed, a nice response to my own entry regarding the song:
Thursday February 02, 06
I have longed to hear him sing such lyrics as these:
I also have to make a notation of his comment within the NME interview, part 1 (22 February 2006) as I've long expected to hear him say this too:
Ah, the tarnish of Tinseltown! And as for the 2nd term of Bush's regime, well, some of us just always knew the extent of his Administration's corruption. That there was not rioting in the streets and a revolution is quite beyond me.
everywhere was silent and people were stunned?
Not I, not I...