I may be a little late with the Easter photos, but for family far away, here they are:
Aren't they cute?
There is an amazing slide show of Mikhail Baryshnikov's photos of Merce Cunningham's work in the Sunday Times.
http://www.nytimes.com/packages/html/arts/20080323_MERCE_FEATURE/index.html
Do you have a particular "catch phrase" for which you are known?
Submitted by Emu with a Clue.
My father had a platitude for every occasion, it sometimes seemed. One of his favorites (especially when it came to me...) was "The road to hell is paved with good intentions." Which seems to me like a no-win situation if you think about what that really means.
I prefer the much less judgemental, though ambiguous, "Interesting..." It can fit any number of occasions, although sometimes one is forced to declare something as strong as "It takes one to know one." Oh. Yeah.
Scary. But recently we had a really rare opportunity for the five of us to be in the same place at the same time. Here is proof:
From left to right: Joe, Janet, Dick, Joyce and John.
What one object/thing would you take if your house were on fire?
My negatives. My thousands of freaking negatives which basically document much of the jazz scene in NY during the
'90's and a lot of New York from the late '80's to the early 2000's, as well as my family since I came back here in '04.
And my turtle, Porgy. But I could just stick him in my pocket for the duration, 'cause he's a lil thing.
Forty one years ago today my mother died. March 12, 1967. She was forty-five. I was nine. Not a day goes by that I don't think of her for one reason or another. Today I can't help but think of the fact that I am five years older now than she was when she died. I know that my brothers and sister think of her as well, and that this date is remembered by them too. She was the sun that warmed us. And I can't help thinking that, had she lived a while longer, my life might have been different in a million little ways.
Our relationships with the dead continue to change over years, I've come to believe. At different stages of life we begin to understand things that we couldn't possibly have before we had certain experiences or knowledge of certain things. We forgive, we accept, we grow. But we do not forget. The memories can be cherished without being idealized.
For anyone who was fooled by that 70 degree day we had earlier this week in central Ohio, guess what? 8 to 12 inches is expected by tomorrow, with a possibility for more. The Cafe was closing early, so I have a snow day!
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I feel as though all I did in February is sleep, read, and work. And eat. Mostly I wanted to sleep. I did manage to finish several good books, including the Oscar Wilde bio. From there I went on to a William Styron bio, two Jeffrey Deaver "Lincoln Rhyme" books, and Linda Fairstein's "Death Dance." Not to mention the dozen or so other novels and/or mysteries that aren't necessarily part of a series or a regular author that I read.
I have also gotten about a third of the way through Taylor Branch's "Pillar of Fire," the follow-up to "Parting the Waters," which won the Pulitzer. Subtitled "America in the King Years, 1963-65," this book is a history of the Civil Rights era which was actually a very memorable part of my childhood. I remember sitting with my mother in front of the television, watching the news of marches and beatings and bombings, fires and firehoses, lines of police in riot gear confronting masses of peaceful protesters. My mother was deeply affected by all of it, which I suppose affected me as much as the terrifying images, and since she was to die within a few years, that whole time is carved into my spirit in the way that scars will sometimes release some of the pain that originally caused them, years after the fact. I'm not even sure that will make sense to most people, but I know what I mean. In any event, I am learning more than I bargained for about that period, the change makers, and people that I previously admired, who end up seeming not quite so admirable. Meaning the Kennedy administration, not King.
Daylight Savings Time will soon be upon us, and Spring perhaps not so long after. I am ready to let go of Winter.
An interesting and timely article in today's New York Times about the lack of health care, insurance, etc., for Jazz musicians... just ONE group of americans dealing with the issue currently, but of course one in which I have a particular interest.
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Ry Guy said:
Did I ever tell you that I went to high school with Shura Baryshnikov, Mikhail's daughter? Yep. She was cute. read more
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Was she Jessica Lange's daughter? I remember they moved to Stillwater. And the FENCE they erected. read more
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