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The Line Makes Itself Felt
“The Line makes itself felt,– thro’ some Energy unknown, ever are we haunted by that Edge so precise, so near. In the Dark, one never knows. Of course I am seeking the Warrior Path, imagining myself as heroick Scout. We all feel it Looming, even when we’re awake, out there ahead someplace, the way you come to feel a River or Creek ahead, before anything else,– sound, sky, vegetation,– may have announced it. Perhaps ’tis the very deep sub-audible Hum of its Traffic that we feel with an equally undiscover’d part of the Sensorium,– does it lie but over the next Ridge? the one after that?”
― Thomas Pynchon, Mason & Dixon
Cedars Open Studios
1805 Clarence Street
Dallas, Texas
There is a geometry to art.
Not Giving a Damn
“Style is knowing who you are, what you want to say, and not giving a damn”
― Orson Welles
Cedars Open Studios
1805 Clarence Street
Dallas, Texas
What I learned this week, November 28, 2014
Margaret Hunt Hill Bridge, Dallas, Texas
How Political Leadership Makes City Streets Bikeable
Bike tour group in front of the Belmont Hotel murals.
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Nasa Photo
All these worlds are yours, except Europa. Attempt no landing there. Use them together. Use them in peace.
Europa Is Stunning In Close-To-True Color
GoPro Tour of my favorite Dallas hike/bike trail.
I’ll bet you thought “Dallas Culture” was an oxymoron. And here they found fifteen
15 Things We’re Thankful For in Dallas Culture
I’d add Dallas Aurora returning for 2015. The last one was more than fantastic.
Shane Pennington’s screen inside the Dallas City Performance Hall, with Jazz Trio.
This has always been one of my favorite movie scenes,“We will sell our bracelets by the roadside; you will play golf and enjoy hot hors d’oeuvres. My people will have pain and degradation; your people will have stick-shifts. The gods of my tribe have spoken. They have said, ‘Do not trust the Pilgrims, especially Sarah Miller. And for all these reasons, I have decided to scalp you and burn your village to the ground.”
Thanksgiving, as Told by Wednesday Addams…
Drug Overdose: The Real American Epidemic
Call Me Ishmael
The Harvard Classics: Download All 51 Volumes as Free eBooks
Delicious, pretentious, and easy. What else do you want?
Bringing Sous Vide to the Home Cook
The Hardcore And the Gentle
i can sense it
something important
is about to happen
it’s coming upit takes courage to enjoy it
the hardcore and the gentle
big time sensuality
—-Bjork, Big Time Sensuality
Cedars Open Studios
1805 Clarence Street
Dallas, Texas
Art and Illusion
Models are there to look like mannequins, not like real people. Art and illusion are supposed to be fantasy.
—-Grace Jones
Cedars Open Studios
1805 Clarence Street
Dallas, Texas
One With Carved Flames
“Harvey wasn’t interested in the clothes, it was the masks that mesmerized him. They were like snowflakes: no two alike. Some were made of wood and of plastic; some of straw and cloth and papier-mâché. Some were as bright as parrots, others as pale as parchment. Some were so grotesque he was certain they’d been carved by crazy people; others so perfect they looked like the death masks of angels. There were masks of clowns and foxes, masks like skulls decorated with real teeth, and one with carved flames instead of hair.”
― Clive Barker, The Thief of Always
Dallas Museum of Art
Dallas, Texas
Thought Myself Out Of Happiness
“I think and think and think, I‘ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer
I wonder what this guy is thinking. He’s been in that glass box a long time.
Dallas Museum of Art
Dallas, Texas
New Orleans Gargoyle
Gargoyle
n. A rain-spout projecting from the eaves of mediaeval buildings, commonly fashioned into a grotesque caricature of some personal enemy of the architect or owner of the building. This was especially the case in churches and ecclesiastical structures generally, in which the gargoyles presented a perfect rogues’ gallery of local heretics and controversialists. Sometimes when a new dean and chapter were installed the old gargoyles were removed and others substituted having a closer relation to the private animosities of the new incumbents.
—-Ambrose Bierce, The Devil’s Dictionary
When in New Orleans, sometimes we stay at the interesting St. Vincent’s Guest House. The place is decorated with the wonderful bronze sculptures of Thomas Randolph Morrison. Especially notable is the work entitled “New Orleans Gargoyle” hanging off the clock tower – a horrible monster grinning while offering his victim’s disembodied head to passers-by.
I had read that there was another copy of this sculpture hanging around New Orleans. A developer had converted an industrial building in a run-down area into luxury condominiums and had hung the sculpture on the side of the building to help attract attention.
With a little online sleuthing I found the thing was at the corner of Chippewa and Jackson. In the Lower Garden District. It was an easy ride over to snap a photo. The light wasn’t perfect (the statue was half in shade) and I couldn’t get too close (the property was fenced and gated) – but it was cool to see the guy hanging there, leering, and showing off his prize.
New Orleans Gargoyle,
Thomas Randolph Morrison,
New Orleans, Louisiana
The Middle of the Perceptual World
This new quantum mechanics promised to explain all of chemistry. And though I felt an exuberance at this, I felt a certain threat, too. “Chemistry,” wrote Crookes, “will be established upon an entirely new basis…. We shall be set free from the need for experiment, knowing a priori what the result of each and every experiment must be.” I was not sure I liked the sound of this. Did this mean that chemists of the future (if they existed) would never actually need to handle a chemical; might never see the colors of vanadium salts, never smell a hydrogen selenide, never admire the form of a crystal; might live in a colorless, scentless, mathematical world? This, for me, seemed and awful prospect, for I, at least, needed to smell and touch and feel, to place myself, my senses, in the middle of the perceptual world.
—-Oliver Sacks, Uncle Tungsten
20 Elements
Joel Shapiro
Northpark Center
Dallas, Texas
Bill Chance 