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Short and Sweet, OMG, No

Posted in etsy, film, Mind Power, music, travel with tags , , , , on November 3, 2010 by darcyarts

Still so busy sewing my donuts. I’m totally on schedule and am feeling no pain, no strain. My hands love fiddling and fussing with the Big Donuts.

I am trying to reset my mind, stay calm about the changes that happened election day. Dumb Ass tried to made a big splash but I think the deep DAs were dumped in the ditch and their obstinate bros and sisses wielded the club. Dear lord, I’ll have to avoid MSNBC specifically to avoid the sight and sound of old school alchy, Boehner, jabbering and whimpering and now, posturing over the Republican majority in the House.

Stop feeling sorry for your tired, born-in-a-bar, country club loving ass, all you old-school white men. Do something constructive.

I am ecstatic that Meg Whitman wasted her 163 million.

Don’t get me started on Rand Paul.

The one thing that calms my fevered imagination is the knowledge that just because they say they are going to do messed up things they will be held at bay by our marvelously obstructive system. I will say no more.

As I fly through the next few weeks I will also be buoyed by the sweet treat that awaits me at the other end. In the third week of December will be going to the De Young museum to catch the work from Musee D’ Orsay (I don’t know how to operate the accent marks). Dude. How fine a thing is that?

Rather than watch the red tide engulf the House last night I watched a documentary on Harry Nilsson — Who is Harry Nilsson and Why is Everybody Talking About Him?


What a beautiful voice. What lovely melodies. What fucking crazy days. Everyone was high as a kite, loose as a goose.

The roads through this life are long and winding (Paul said so).  All of our native, navigational skills are required to ride them to their proper end. Many crashed their vehicles prematurely. With his tender heart and his Moon in Pisces, Harry was one of those. His songs are still with us.

Go to Netflix now.

 

 

 

Beautiful Sky

Posted in travel with tags , , , on September 9, 2010 by darcyarts

On the drive to deliver Frank to school we saw the most beautiful skies.

Good Times

Posted in nature, socialization, travel with tags , , , , on August 18, 2010 by darcyarts

This weekend was magnificent and mellow and heartwarming as Frank and I mingled with dear souls from decades past in San Francisco. We gathered at the farm homestead of Kevin and David. These generous hosts shared their abundance with us and we were grateful and glad.

Go here to see the photos.

The trip was dreamy and Frank and I got to the beach, too.

I communed with my beloved eucalyptus trees. Found a stand of blue gum along  the road to Dillon Beach. Heavenly.

Found a lovely old catholic cemetery with beautiful statues.

It was a cool misty morning. I was delighted to be wearing long pants, a couple of shirts and my Led Zeppelin sweatshirt. So cool.

Is that Saint Christopher with the baby?

There were lovely fauna and flora everywhere.

So many beautiful things to see and smell and remember.

Dillon Beach seemed much more of a town this time and the waterfront was locked up. There was no access.

Frank and I had a great breakfast in the little cafe in Tomales and then drove on to Bodega Bay.

We just had to get to the ocean. It had been a long time.

Great to hear the waves crashing on the shore, to get sand in my shoes and pick up little pieces of driftwood.

They have been placed in our bathroom. We’ll see them everyday and think of the beach.

Frank was so happy to be there.

It was a great morning.

Eat, Pray, Love

Posted in reading, travel with tags , , on June 4, 2010 by darcyarts

I have my prejudices, brainwashed as I am by the ever lingering idea of an outsider life, a rock n roll aesthetic.

I picked up a copy of Elizabeth Gilbert’s Eat, Pray, Love knowing it was a memoir that involved travel to three places I’d love to experience.

Other than that I thought it might be a little lame and Oprahish. Not that Oprah is bad, or has poor taste but anything that millions of people want to read strikes the rebel tone in me and I avoid it.

I guess I believe somewhere in my not too deep thought that if it can please that many people all the spicy sauce must have been eliminated at it’s creation.

I will admit I formed this anti-Oprah book stance without the benefit of having read any of her touted selections. Bad me.

Eat, Pray, Love is not an Oprah book. Or is it? Gilbert’s new memoir Committed is featured in O magazine. I must avoid reading this until I finish EPL.

I have found Gilbert very likable and the things she has to say are very  interesting. She allows us to see her quirks and is not ashamed of being a very emotional person. Some of us are by nature are effusive, in possession of big appetites and prone to want to work out every detail until things are perfect even though we know “perfect” is a false concept.

This read is very pleasurable. Gilbert delivers.

We are in India now, at an ashram, long term and there is a destinct absence of perfection in the efforts made by Gilbert to see the light. That’s why she is so appealing. She whines and fumbles and longs for past lovers all the while functioning brilliantly as a thinker, a writer and a soul struggling to gain balance.

It’s just very cool.

A quick trip to www.elizabethgilbert.com reveals lots of material that I look  forward to reading. I’ll save a really thorough investigation for another time. I could spend alot of  bucks over at Amazon but I’ve pledged to cool it for a while. I’ll keep my eyes peeled when I next visit the Discovery Shop. Whoohoo. Good reading.

Closer to Home

Posted in nature, travel with tags , , , on April 30, 2010 by darcyarts

Automobiles can require a great deal of maintenance as they age. The GrandAm, a faithful servant, had made quite a few trips to the repair shop over the last few years.

This is actually my son’s car but he graciously allows me to use it. He is going to law school and has access to other vehicles and little time for cruising.

I’ve hippied up the vehicle, tried to balance the racy look, though I can think of the blue flames as a Tibetan motif. I may try a sticker cut out of a thangka image. That would be rad.

I made a garland of rosebuds and hung them with Frank’s blue glass drop (glass art class) from the rearview mirror.

I slathered some amber oil onto the dired buds. Much better than one of those scent trees from the parts store.

I am hoping that this will be the last expensive trip to the car doctor for a decent period of time.

The coffers are bleeding, baby.

I walked home from the Athens repair shop with my new camera in hand. So many nice things to see.

It was a lovely day in my neighborhood.

Cool with sunshine.

Outside the Coffee Creek cafe on Athens north of Locust.

White roses there, too.

I’m reading the booklet on the Canon A520 and I’m learning a few things.

These pix were taken with the camera on the auto setting.

This is the new light at Cypress and Athens. I like all the exposed wiring against the blue sky.

A beautiful rusty ring with gray gravel and tufts of weed green on the same corner.

On Parkview along the river near the old freebridge.

These old oaks are amazing, tall graceful, so beautiful. I’m glad they won’t be disturbed.

Before Frank and I reunited I used to dream of living in this little stone house with him.

In my dream we were back in the time when fewer people inhabited the neighborhood and we lived simply here. The roof was intact and sunlight came in the windows from four directions.

There were fresh flowers, spring grass, berries, freshly caught fish for dinner. We shared peaceful afternoons in my mind nestled in this little stone cottage.

I wonder how many others have had these romantic fantasies about this old dwelling? How many hobos loved the little shelter it provided them?

These days if you were allowed near it you could rest with the stars in full view.

A beautiful tree with pink blossoms in the yard of my favorite house on Freebridge.

The residents have such wonderful things here. A lovely entryway and a deer in their yard, a beautiful vine over an arch that burst out in yellow flowers.

They also have a VW.

 I’ve decided they must be very cool and artistic people.

Lightning Round

Posted in Art, constructions, dreams, family, food, shopping, travel with tags , , on December 7, 2009 by darcyarts

Two quick round trips to San Francisco in the last five days have cured me of my “oh, it’s such a long trip” fear.

Google Maps gave me a really straightforward way to get directly to my daughter’s door in the southern (I think) Mission (near McLaren Park).

San Francisco’s diagonal set up, or at least the Diagonal placement of main vein Market Street/Misson had fucked with my mind for decades. I am making an effort to fix a picture of the layout in my memory.

Finally made it up to Bernal Heights after dreaming of it for months. This is a photo from the back side, the northeast side of the park (I think) looking over the Mission, Portrero, SOMA, towards the financial district in the far distance.

After five or six visits now I am beginning to understand how I feel about the city. My daughter loves it and I am so happy that she is happy in a place where I used to roam. She is far more successful at living there than I ever was. I was dead poor.  Eventually I got a soul-killing job as a file clerk at an insurance agency in the financial district.

Still, I had to get back to the suburban southland before long. Frank was going places I wouldn’t go and the energy and ghosty spirits in the homes in San Francisco were more than I could handle.

I don’t think I ever made peace with the spirits that swirl in the city. Perhaps during an earlier incarnation I died in the big earthquake and fire. Perhaps I can just feel those vibrations still resonating.

I am more deeply suburban and country oriented than I wanted to admit while in the thrall of my occasional, enthusiastic longings to return to city life.

In the past few years I’ve dreamed of the city’s culture and international flavors.

It’s understandable. After dwelling in Redding for 15 years a girl needs to imagine that she might be able to dip into an urban environment once again.

There are so many things to see there. One of the more interesting is the shop Paxton Gate on Valencia at 19th. It’s full of natural and odd, beautifully unnatural things.

There is an Alligoose taxidermy mashup. Lots of but and fossil and nature related art.

I love skeletons and insects.

There is a child’s version of Paxton gate a few doors down from the main shop at Valencia and 19th Street.

Paxton gate has bugs in resin, big roaches handmade in lovely, satin cloth, horse heads transformed into unicorns.

There are lovely handmade silver rings. I was moved to choose one for Frank and one for myself.

I would go there often if I lived in SF.

Rents are still outrageous in the Mission District and every other desirable area.

I would need to win the lottery to put myself on Cortland Street in Bernal Heights. A really really big lottery.

There are wonderful places to eat. ChaYa Sushi is all vegetarian and delicious. Very reasonably priced and wholesome.

I loved hanging out with Je ss and drinking in these wonders after I rode her home Sunday but I was happy to be back.

I made it home in three hours! 80 MPH all the way, safely, cautiously.

Redding and the far north may not be as exciting as San Francisco. When you are young you look for excitement outside yourself. For me now I make my own world where ever I am. I am working from the inside out and I don’t have a crushing need to be recognized.

Anonymity is a pleasure, a luxury I would never forfeit.

I love plenty of space, uncrowded streets, a slow pace, quiet and the ease of fetching goods.

I avoid shopping on the weekends to avoid crowds.

I am not a joiner of groups but a loner at ease with my own thoughts.

I love the mountains that surround Redding, the winter skies, the river, the trees.

Trip to S.F.

Posted in family, travel with tags , , on December 2, 2009 by darcyarts

This morning I get to take a quick trip to the Big City.

Going to pick up my beautiful daughter!

Joy!