October 31, 2007
Yesterday after lunch the pumpkin (on my work table) that was outfitted with mini-motion sensing lights kept coming on by itself. A family member had tried to deactivate the blinking aspect of these lights, but was unable to do so Sunday night. I thought perhaps the vibration from my loud music was somehow triggering it. It stopped after a bit. When I tried pounding on the table to start it up, it didn’t work. But after a time, it would begin flashing again.
I spent part of the late afternoon at another house caring for a disabled relative. The dog next door, normally quiet, never stopped barking. The relative, usually napping in a chair, was extremely restless and fidgety, unable to keep still the whole two hours. I was somewhat irritated, because I usually try to get some work done on the laptop, but found it hard to focus for those reasons.
When I got ready to leave, I asked the returning family member if rain was forecast since it seemed so gloomy out. He told me it was clear.
Well, it was and it wasn’t. Six o’clock, a darkish cloud or fog maybe over the foothills. A strange stillness.
The official word (USGS) is that there is no such thing as ‘earthquake weather’.
No less than Aristotle believed that winds in the deepest underground caves were the cause of earthquakes. Which brings to mind this poem by Matthew Arnold, where he mentions ‘Sand-strewn caverns, cool and deep,
Where the winds are all asleep. . .’
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June 24, 2007
From Discover magazine, an interesting read.
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March 31, 2007
I had a 10 a.m. appointment this morning with the woman who’s been doing my taxes for about five years now. I only see her at this time of year. Earlier, I had explained that I didn’t work as much at my various paying chores last year due to the worsening condition of my mom.
When she learned that Mom had died, she said she lost her mother two years ago. And then it was as if a door opened out of the tax office and into another world. A world where grown children lose their mothers at holiday time (hers right after Thanksgiving, mine soon after Christmas).
Her desk has been moved to the back, so the manager wasn’t a constant presence as in past years. For almost half an hour, she talked about how she still hasn’t gotten over her loss. I told her I wasn’t sure I was up to visiting my mom’s grave at Easter. It is too soon.
I’ve never wept while having my taxes worked on, but it was a close one today. What a sight that would have been for a taxpaying citizen to walk in on - the tax preparer and a client both awash in tears.
My taxes? Ah, they’re fine. I’m getting a refund.
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January 8, 2007
As if that weren’t bad enough, I was in there with a staff member. If you’ve ever been in a mortuary, you know what these guys can be like.
I wanted a table of some sort for the iMac during the slide show that was going to be the last half of the funeral service for my mom. While the iMac has a small footprint, the monitor is 19″. The flimsy fake columns wouldn’t work, the podium was slanted, the chapel tables too low.
The guy took me into room after room, preceding each entrance with a flourish, promising that I would not have to bring a big speaker or some such tall device from home. Each door shut automatically.
At the last room, I held the door open as a reflex, but as he took me deeper into the room, I let go. The door closed with a hiss. We found a suitable table. But when he saw the door, he said, ‘Uh-oh.’
He began pounding on it. It was cold in there. No one came. The chapel was the other way down the hall where my family was having the visitation. He pounded louder.
Luckily, his female companion in the lobby heard, and rescued us.
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December 29, 2006
My mom is beginning to slip away from us. She rallied at first, and just as the doctors were going to release her, has developed breathing problems. Time after critical time, in the past, she would brighten when my boys would show up, but today she slept through it all. The nurses are lowering their voices and the words “morphine” and “hospice” are being mentioned, although she is not in pain.
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October 6, 2006
Both my sons travel to SF via Caltrans. Of late, this route has been fraught with delays due to abandoned cars and citizens who view the rails as a fail-safe end to their lives. Yesterday’s fatality was visible to all riders of mid-morning trains if they cared to look, according to the eyewitness account.
Therefore, the morning routine now includes a scanning of possible calamities.
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June 1, 2006
You walked right past the ‘no soliciting’ sign, opened my gate, then knocked loudly on the front door, disturbing me at work. I don’t like being interrupted even on a good work day, and yesterday was a particularly bad one.
The only reason I answered the door was that you bore some resemblance to a candidate that I may or may not vote for in the upcoming primary.
Obviously you can read, which is more than I can say for some who ignore the sign. But you were rude, and I sure don’t like that.
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February 15, 2006
The doctor steps into the shop for flowers, and leaves with insight.
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January 13, 2006
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January 6, 2006
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January 2, 2006
An obsessive need to write. Seen in those with temporal lobe epilepsy, manic depression, or bipolar disorder.
Writers suspected of having hypergraphia include Dostoyevsky, Dante, Byron, Tennyson, and Poe.
However, many with the condition do not wish to be cured.
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December 14, 2005
She had a big house on the West Coast where prices were skyrocketing. They, the newlyweds, wanted a brownstone in NY where prices were out of sight. She was 89 and fragile. Could they get her to sell, and move to the East Coast where they could live together?
Maybe, but she had one wish (more like procreative real estate).
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November 5, 2005
A climber recounts his hair-raising experiences with mountains that are collapsing.
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October 20, 2005
It is not enough that they are out there persistently ringing the bell. When the ‘no soliciting’ sign is pointed out, they will stand there and argue the finer points of just what constitutes ’soliciting’. Religious people will counter that they are not selling anything. Really? Young candy sellers from far away neighborhoods will pretend they can’t read. Maybe they can’t. Those who are selling subscriptions want to discuss their prize-winning vacation plans. Earnest young women selling educational software will protest that they are out to stimulate my children. Tree removers will express annoyance when I once again turn them away. And now there is a fresh onslaught of political types.
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September 16, 2005
Martin Walls captures the essence of an amazing insect.
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September 4, 2005
During the last session of a day-long orientation for parents at Cal, the student leader for our group read an account of a family’s long drive to deliver their student to Berkeley. Happy and excited at the outset, they were enthusiastic and full of jokes and affectionate teasing.
As they got closer, the mood changed. It got quieter. As they pulled up to the dorm, they were silent. Separation loomed very close, and it was awful.
Most of the moms in the room cried. Even the ones who were veterans at this kind of thing.
You’re so very proud they got in. You’re so heartbroken that they got in, and are leaving you.
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August 11, 2005
From Saveur magazine, on precisely why it is so pleasing.
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August 10, 2005
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July 26, 2005
Very comprehensive, illustrated with examples of falconry in art.
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July 21, 2005
An irreverant notice slips by the editor, and entertains readers.
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July 7, 2005
Those in the business of waxing poetic about wines can indeed be carried away.
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May 16, 2005
Michelle Feynman’s book, Don’t You Have Time to Think, will be out in June. After an introduction, here are a sampling of letters to his mom, a former student, and his wife, Arline.
He tells his mother what he experiences upon seeing the first A-bomb detonation in the desert. The message to Arline was written two years after her death, and is as poignant a love letter as was ever written.
Article from the Guardian.
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April 18, 2005
Proof that the IRS really cares about you and your deep-down, innermost feelings. From Smithsonian magazine.
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April 15, 2005
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April 8, 2005
If we were experiencing lightning, we most probably would not have power by now.
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March 22, 2005
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March 13, 2005
Fingal’s Cave inspired Mendelssohn to write his ‘Hebrides Overture’, also known as ‘Die Fingalshole’. Keats, Tennyson, and Wordsworth wrote of it. Turner painted the cave in 1832.
Pink Floyd produced the track Fingal’s Cave for the film Zabriskie Point (not used). And in this poem, W.S. Merwin writes of Mendelssohn and birds.
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