Friday, July 3, 2015

Spellbinding planets in the summertime sky speak of poetry

Taste: cucumber
Sight: pink light over the day at the end of the street; Mount Baker appears in the blue summer haze; Jupiter and Venus conjunction in the light night sky
Sound: Apollo 11 takes Neil Armstrong, Buzz Aldrin, and Michael Collins for the first manned lunar landing — Go! by Public Service Broadcasting - NASA's complete transcript unlocking and descent
Smell: grilling barbecue sauce
Touch: bloated gut; a summer breeze
Extra: fovea — tissue in the back of the eye - our central sharpest vision
Grateful for: spellbinding planets and the United States as poetry — preface to Leaves of Grass by American poet Walt Whitman

Monday, June 29, 2015

Storm clouds gather, sky rumbles. Dark space. Light, after rain.

Taste: coffee black
Sight: a sleeping dog; the view from New Horizons’ telescopic Long Range Reconnaissance Imager (LORRI)
Sound: Public Service Broadcasting: The Race for Space, Sputnik, Gagarin, Valentina, Go!; thunder
Smell: baking pizza dough
Touch: his arm, firm and smooth
Extra: "And then sometimes, there are days like this when that slow, steady effort is rewarded with justice that arrives like a thunderbolt." — U.S. President Barack Obama;
"I remember the first time that I looked towards a horizon. I saw the blackness of space, and then the bright blue Earth. And then I noticed right along the horizon it looked as if someone had just take a royal blue crayon and just traced along Earth's horizon. And then I realized that that blue lines, that really thing royal blue line, was Earth's atmosphere, and that was all there was of it. And it's so clear from that perspective how fragile our existence is. It makes you appreciate how important it is to take care of that atmosphere." — Sally Ride, quoted in "Sally Ride, America's First Woman in Space" by Lynn Sherr
  Grateful for: Earth's atmosphere

Saturday, June 27, 2015

In a celebratory mood with Sally Ride

Taste: teriyaki tofu, white rice
Sight: sunlit red rose; bathing blackbird; rainbows at The White House, Niagara Falls, Disneyworld, The Empire State Building, The World Trade Center
Sound: IAMX, "Happiness"
Smell: lighter fluid
Touch: 80 degrees with wind
Extra: personal record 12:34, 3200m, May 14, 1987; 5:47.25,1600m, April 30, 1987; 2:19.19, 800m, May 2, 1987; patriotism
Grateful for: the Affordable Care Act, marriage equality, living in these United States

Friday, June 19, 2015

Take a day just for you, a Valentine rose. Stop and remember.

Taste: corn grits
Sight: Sunjammer Solar Sail; the fat woman chews; he touches her face, kisses her lips; a shiny black Corvette Stingray
Sound: Medic One sirens; a clacking cane
Smell: waffle cone
Touch: matted and sleek fur
"There were times he saw, when not knowing was the biggest truth, and you had to stay with that." — The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry, Rachel Joyce
"He saw that people would make the decisions they wished to make, and some of them would hurt both themselves and others, and some would pass unnoticed, while others would bring joy."— The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry, Rachel Joyce 
Grateful for: novelists, poets and nonfiction writers; my job

Saturday, June 13, 2015

Under construction after one week: feeling lost, terribly adult

Taste: white rice
Sight: a silky, shaggy, wind-swept dog rides by in a truck; a gleaming white dog points his nose out the passenger seat window
Sound: Ukranian folk music blaring at the construction site; crunch
Smell: hyacinth and jasmine
Touch: razors and barbed wire; crisp
Extra: a dream of a library;
"...every human being has a basic instinct to help each other out. It might not seem that way sometimes, but it's true."     — The Martian, Andy Weir
Grateful for: summer sun, bright blue sky, light green trees

Monday, June 1, 2015

How happy, if one's death coincides with one's death choice!

Taste: jack fruit tacos; mint; sage
Sight: Scion IQ
Sound: VNV Nation Resonance; pant-hoot - the distinctive sound each chimpanzee makes; Lohengrin, a Romantic opera by Richard Wagner
Smell: burnt flesh, charcoal
Touch: shaking with rage
Extra: "The meaning of life is that it stops.” — Franz Kafka; horror show; "a wedding is Lohengrin played sweet and low";
"That would be her choice. How happy, if one's death coincides with one's death choice!" — Memoirs of a Space Woman, Naomi Mitchison
"Occasionally, even, in an attempt to rock personality, young people try the experiment of becoming temporary carnivores. I never did that myself, but then, I am greedy, very much aware of the taste and texture of what I eat. Besides, I think a communications girl would be bound to find it impossible; there is no edible life in Terra which cannot evoke some slight empathy for any of us." — Memoirs of a Space Woman, Naomi Mitchison
The Buried Giant is a love story "...about what happens in the years that take place after two people come together; it’s about the long haul of love, and that, to me, is a proper love story. But if we’re writing about love, we should write about how you keep love alive and healthy and strong over all the different changes and pressures through the aging process." — Kazuo Ishiguro, LA Review of Books
"Nova," — VNV Nation
I dreamed the world, with my eyes open.
But time moved on and then, new worlds begin again.
Oh my heart, in this universe so vast.
No moment was made to last, so light the fire in me.

Shine, shine your light on me.
Illuminate me, make me complete.
Please shine, shine your light on me.
No hesitation, make me complete.

 Lay me down, and wash this world from me.
Open the skies, and burn it all away.
'Cause I've been waiting, all my life just waiting,
for you to shine, shine your light on me.
Grateful for: a day at home, libraries, meeting heroes

Saturday, May 23, 2015

But what if she is lost? Where does she live? Let her be safe.

Taste: pineapple coconut
Sight: Best TV show involuntarily watched in the Oncology Unit — Too Cute! Puppies via Animal Planet. Worst TV show involuntarily watched in the Oncology Unit — Swamp People via the History Channel reprehensible people killing 50-year-old reptiles (in the running for Worst of the Year); a lost chicken roaming the sidewalk
Sound: comfort music - Assemblage 23; "Human relations is such a struggle."
Smell: baked sweet potato
Touch: bony hugs
Extra: Does naming emotions rob them of their power? — rage, sadness, despondency; small displays of anger — ripping down an ALL CAPS sign, tipping over the bottle of open beer in the Goodwill parking lot
Grateful for: proximity; friends; handwritten letters