Abandoned Spaces
that being Time. Time, of itself doesn’t seem to much care and it comes and goes as it pleases, mocking the cries of all earthly creatures. In the photo, not the clock of Time, but the mirror of time. Look into it and see the past and the present at once. Alas, it will not allow a glimpse of the future.
Tao & Zen
The instrument is the oldest electronic musical instrument. It was invented by Léon Theremin in 1920.
I wonder how many proficient players there are. It looks easy enough. If I hadn’t just purchased a keyboard, I do believe I’d purchase a fine one.
…on me…
All these days gone by without any words or photos. I’ll not bore you with the why’s of it, but here are some thoughts that were meant to be shared with you.
And I Hope everyone had a lovely Thanksgiving.
From Reading Addicts
From Philosophy Matters
Wouldn’t it be fun to watch the face of someone as they took that message in?
Philosophy Matters
It seems to me that Kant is regularly and unnecessarily picked on. Why? Why is it such sport to make fun of the man? Oh, and a story that I just love:
Kant kept setting himself on fire. As a result, his housekeeper would have to rush in and save him from a hot and painful death. Why? How? We ask. Kant lived in the time of candles to read by, having no electricity. In the evenings after dining, he would settle into his chair for the evening read. Often he would prepare himself for bed prior to settling in, including a night cap designed to keep out the cold.
He would often nod off, the tail of his night cap dangling dangerously close to a burning candle. Eventually the tassel on the end would catch fire, quickly spreading to the rest of his evening attire and him. His housekeeper, on the lookout for the not infrequent occurrence, would rush into the room and put out the fire—and Emanuel.
Apparently his philosophical ruminations did not include lessons learned and the remannering of self. Oh well, we all have blind spots.
I have always considered myself a literature snob. Since high school at least, or the beginning of it at some place along the walk to St. Thomas Aquinas.
But my first love of books came in grade school, the days of long walks to the library and the selection of books from the Adult Section where I had special permission to go. My first loves were the combination of animals and books: Black Beauty, Lassie Come Home, The Black Stallion, anything by Terhune and Farley. That is how you learn the names of authors. Of course there were the Nancy Drew mysteries. Oh, and the My Friend Flicka set. I went to school with black bags under my eyes.
But then I graduated. I took up the things of the classics and the literary books. American literature, English literature. Hawthorne, Poe, Steinbeck… I even tried to read Emerson. That reading is different from the earlier things, of course. I learned to read and think, then read and think and write. (N.B. all over the place—such a pedant.) Now the books take some time to digest. It’s the stopping to think and consider. They aren’t the type of books to take to bed with you and have “one more page” until you’re up all night. Well, you might be, but not for the reading of it. I have a Berger that I’ve had for years and never finished, and still love.
Fast forward to now. Now and the power outage. The power outage at night meant candles and flashlights. I also had the good fortune to have a laptop easily chargeable by car battery. Reading by candlelight became tedious and annoying. Ergo, the laptop and Kindle. Somehow, from curiosity mostly, I ended up trying an Outlander book, by Diana Gabaldon.
And that’s how it began—again. The story…the plot; the plot…the story. Reading all night. I didn’t go to swimming all week. I did nothing online. I didn’t practice piano. I didn’t write. I just read. It’s hardly literary meat for the starving. But it’s damn good entertainment.
Do note this, the books are not trade paperback but mass market. These very long books (800 and over 1000 pages) are in very small print. I’m sticking with the ebooks. And I just ordered another: The Fiery Cross.
Photos are of Jamie, Jamie and Claire, and Scottish Highlands. Postings are in order from outlander-online, tumblr, fanpop, nwesiar, and wwikimedia.
Writers Ink—Writing and Stuff 