"The real trick to life is not to be in the know, but to be in the mystery."
-Fred Alan Wolf

29 July 2021


"Hang care!" exclaimed he. "This is a delicious evening; the wine has a finer relish here than in the house, and the song is more exciting and melodious under the tranquil sky than in the close room, where the sound is stifled. Come, let us have a bacchanalian chant—let us, with old Sir Toby, make the welkin dance and rouse the night-owl with a catch! I am right merry. Pass the bottle, and tune your voices—a catch, a catch! The lights will be here anon."

Charles Ollier, from "The Haunted Manor-House of Paddington"

RUSH, "The Camera Eye"

The euphony transformed me and inundated my soul in a roguish countenance, the likes of which I had know well in younger days. Such impishness soon drove out the complaints of the day. 

Umberto Limongiello



Ch'ui the draftsman 
Could draw more perfect circles freehand 
Than with a compass.  
His fingers brought forth 
Spontaneous forms from nowhere. 
His mind 
Was meanwhile free and without concern 
With what he was doing. 
No application was needed 
His mind was perfectly simple 
And knew no obstacle. 
So, when the shoe fits 
The foot is forgotten, 
When the belt fits 
The belly is forgotten, 
When the heart is right 
"For" and "against" are forgotten. 
 No drives no compulsions, 
No needs, no attractions: 
Then your affairs 
Are under control. 
You are a free man. 
Easy is right. 
Begin right 
And you are easy. 
Continue easy and you are right. 
The right way to go easy 
Is to forget the right way 
And forget that the going is easy. 

Chuang Tzu


The coming peril is the intellectual, educational, psychological and artistic overproduction, which, equally with economic overproduction, threatens the wellbeing of contemporary civilisation. People are inundated, blinded, deafened, and mentally paralysed by a flood of vulgar and tasteless externals, leaving them no time for leisure, thought, or creation from within themselves.

G.K. Chesterton

R.E.M., "Letter Never Sent"


A garland, quick, I’m dying!
Weave it now, sing and moan and sing!
For shadows my throat are clouding
and again the January light comes in.

Trembling bushes and the air of stars
lie between your love and mine,
a dense mass of anemones picks up
an entire year with a muffled moan.

Revel in the open country of my wound,
break apart its reeds and delicate rivulets,
drink from my thigh my pouring blood.

But be quick! And then, together entwined,
with love-broken mouths and frayed souls
time will find us utterly destroyed.

Federico Garcia Lorca


The attack could have been a territorial squabble with the electronic foe, or just a hungry eagle.

I saw a great bumper sticker on an F-750 at The Hawk's Nest the other day ... "F@?k Around & Find Out".

Thanks, Kurt.


I've taught nine to twelve year-old kids for seventeen years and I've yet to meet one whose curiosity was the product of teachers, grades, or a parent's overzealous social media posts. 

Wonder germinates through experience, trust, and independence; essential ingredients that are sorely lacking in schools.  Having had the experience of being left alone to wander, knowing that "it's an endless quest without knowing what the quest is", kids will figure "it" (and themselves) out.  As Secondari said, "Once you have tasted flight, you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward."

I don't mean to imply that I am an expert.  The longer I'm around squibs, the more I understand that I haven't got a clue ("I get older and they stay the same age.")  But there are a few things I've noticed that will guide them away from learned helplessness ...
  • Don't give them answers.  Ask them questions.
  • Don't get frustrated and take over. Wink and encourage their unique approaches. Don't give in.
  • Trust the wonder of curiosity.  It's addictive.
  • Love.
"Nobody can decide what you will do except for you" ...

Being given an answer is passive.  Asking a question is active.  Remember e.e.cummings' advice ...


Goals are deceptive.  The unaimed arrow seldom misses.

Umberto Limongiello

Happy Birthday, Lee

Geddy Lee was born on this day in 1953.

RUSH, "Working Man" ...

28 July 2021


It's later on a Wednesday, the sun is going down
I'm standing naked by a swimming pool, there's no one around
My imagination wanders back, red dust is always there
We lay together in the jungle, and love was in the air

As I dive into the water, both time and motion freeze
I'm hanging there suspended like a feather in the breeze
Below is your reflection, like an image from the past
But I can't be sure if it's really you, because you're wearing a tribal mask

Roger Glover, from "The Mask"

Dusty Hill, Rest In Peace

Dusty Hill has passed.

"Heard It on The X" ...

Happy Birthday, Kirke

Simon Kirke was born on this day in 1949.

Bad Co., "Burnin' Sky" ...


R.E.M. released Lifes Rich Pageant on this day in 1986.
Swan, swan, hummingbird
Hurrah, we are all free now
What noisy cats are we

Michael Stipe 

Happy Birthday, Potter

Beatrix Potter was born on this day in 1866.

The place is changed now, and many familiar faces are gone, but the greatest change is myself. I was a child then, I had no idea what the world would be like. I wished to trust myself on the waters and the sea. Everything was romantic in my imagination. The woods were peopled by the mysterious good folk. The Lords and Ladies of the last century walked with me along the overgrown paths, and picked the old fashioned flowers among the box and rose hedges of the garden.  I remember I used to half believe and wholly play with fairies when I was a child. What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood, tempered and balanced by knowledge and common-sense.

Beatrix Potter

The Strange Life of Beatrix Potter: A Story of Rabbits and Mushrooms ...



While I have the gravest doubts about the durability of any of my writing, few can beat me at the graceful dance of knife, fork, and spoon across the plate or the capacity to make a pickle last as long as a sandwich. I have thought of rigging tiny lights to my eating utensils and getting myself filmed while eating in the near dark: imagine, if you will, the dancelike swirl of these points of light. Just last evening in my cabin, the performance took place over a humble, reduced-calorie Tuscan stew (very lean Muscovy duck, pancétta, white beans, copious garlic, fresh sage, and thyme). Since I was alone in the twilight, the applause rang a bit hollow.

To be sure, our limitations strangle us, letting us know who we are. On a semireligious level, normally we have a secret animal we favor, but this is dangerous territory. Never tell a government official your secret animal, since it will one day be used against you. On a more mundane plateau, if you were a boat, what kind of boat would you be? You must be honest, since I can't interrogate you, what with each of us being alone. No dream boats, grand sloops, ghostly galleons, if you please. As for me, and I'm doing the writing here, I have long confessed to being a tugboat: slow, rather stubby, persistent, functional, an estuarine creature that avoids open water.

Jim Harrison, from "The Tugboats of Costa Rica"

I'd be -- I am -- a simple Sunfish.

27 July 2021


There is great good in returning to a landscape that has had extraordinary meaning in one’s life. There are certain villages and towns, mountains and plains that, having seen them, walked in them, lived in them, even for a day, we keep forever in the mind’s eye.

They become indispensable to our well being; they define us, and we say, I am who I am because I have been there.

It is here that I can concentrate my mind upon the Remembered Earth. It is here that I am most conscious of being, here that wonder comes upon my blood, here I want to live forever; and it is no matter that I must die.

N. Scott Momaday


Bill Evans, "My Foolish Heart"

With Chuck Israels, bass, and Larry Bunker, drums ...


AC⚡DC released Highway to Hell on this day in 1979.
Nobody's playing Manilow
Nobody's playing soul
And no one's playing hard to get
Just a good old rock 'n' roll

Ronald Belford Scott, from "Get it Hot"
It's sandwich time.



We are all failures- at least the best of us are.

 J.M. Barrie


If you trust in Nature, in the small Things that hardly anyone sees and that can so suddenly become huge, immeasurable; if you have this love for what is humble and try very simply, as someone who serves, to win the confidence of what seems poor: then everything will become easier for you, more coherent and somehow more reconciling, not in your conscious mind perhaps, which stays behind, astonished, but in your innermost awareness, awakeness, and knowledge.

Rainer Maria Rilke, from Letters to a Young Poet


  1. Find a place you trust, and then try trusting it for a while.
  2. General duties of a student: Pull everything out of your teacher; pull everything out of your fellow students.
  3. General duties of a teacher: Pull everything out of your students.
  4. Consider everything an experiment.
  5. Be self-disciplined: this means finding someone wise or smart and choosing to follow them. To be disciplined is to follow in a good way. To be self-disciplined is to follow in a better way.
  6. Nothing is a mistake. There’s no win and no fail, there’s only make.
  7. The only rule is work. If you work it will lead to something. It’s the people who do all of the work all of the time who eventually catch on to things.
  8. Don’t try to create and analyze at the same time. They’re different processes.
  9. Be happy whenever you can manage it. Enjoy yourself. It’s lighter than you think.
  10. We’re breaking all the rules. Even our own rules. And how do we do that? By leaving plenty of room for X quantities. 
  • Always be around. 
  • Come or go to everything. 
  • Always go to classes. 
  • Read anything you can get your hands on. 
  • Look at movies carefully, often. 
  • Save everything. It might come in handy later.

Telemann, Overture for Two Horns, Two Oboes, and Bassoon TWV 44:10 / TWV 55:F9

Amsterdam Historical Winds performing ...


Once in our lives we ought to concentrate our minds upon the Remembered Earth. We ought to give ourselves up to a particular landscape in our experience, to look at it from as many angles as we can, to wonder about it, to dwell upon it. We ought to imagine that we touch it with our hands at every season and listen to the sounds that are made upon it. We ought to imagine the creatures there and all the faintest motions of the wind. We ought to recollect the glare of noon and all the colors of the dawn and dusk ...

I am interested in the way that we look at a given landscape and take possession of it in our blood and brain. None of us lives apart from the land entirely; such an isolation is unimaginable. If we are to realize and maintain our humanity, we must come to a moral comprehension of earth and air as it is perceived in the long turn of seasons and of years.

N. Scott Momaday

Remembered Earth ...

Happy Birthday, Belloc

Hilaire Belloc was born on this day in 1870.

The Barbarian hopes — and that is the mark of him -- that he can have his cake and eat it too.  He will consume what civilization has slowly produced after generations of selection and effort, but he will not be at pains to replace such goods, nor indeed has he a comprehension of the virtue that has brought them into being. Discipline seems to him irrational, on which account he is ever marveling that civilization, should have offended him with priests and soldiers.  In a word, the Barbarian is discoverable everywhere in this, that he cannot make: that he can befog and destroy but that he cannot sustain; and of every Barbarian in the decline or peril of every civilization exactly that has been true.

We sit by and watch the barbarian. We tolerate him in the long stretches of peace, we are not afraid. We are tickled by his irreverence; his comic inversion of our old certitudes and our fixed creed refreshes us; we laugh. But as we laugh we are watched by large and awful faces from beyond, and on these faces there are no smiles.

Hilaire Belloc


Barry, Edmund Burke, 1774

We must all obey the great law of change. It is the most powerful law of nature, and the means perhaps of its conservation. All we can do, and that human wisdom can do, is to provide that the change shall proceed by insensible degrees. This has all the benefits which may be in change, without any of the inconveniences of mutation.

Edmund Burke


26 July 2021

Climax Blues Band, "Couldn't Get it Right"

Happy Birthday, Taylor

Roger Taylor was born on this day in 1949.

Queen, "I'm in Love with My Car" ...


I'm proud to say that my sis has had an article published in Guy Harvey magazine detailing the efforts of the American Zoological Association's Florida Reef Tract Rescue Project.  

The article begins on page 42 of THIS link.

The Aquarium of the Pacific's "Florida Coral Rescue: A Great Adventure Story", a panel discussion my sister was a part of last year ...

Thanks, Mum.


I woke up this morning, and I fell out of bed
Trouble waiting to happen
Should've quit while I was ahead
Trouble waiting to happen


Thanks, Roy.


The Clash's first album was released in the United States on this day in 1977, two years after it was released in the UK.
They offered me the office, offered me the shop
They said I'd better take anything they got
Do you wanna make tea at the BBC?

John Mellor, from "Career Opportunities"

Happy Birthday, Field

Shee, John Field, 1802

John Field was born on this day in 1782.

Eduardo Viñuela performs the Nocturne No. 10 in E minor ...

24 July 2021

Berry Ferry, "Take a Chance with Me"

Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons, "Who Loves You"

Thin Lizzy, "Cowboy Song"


Homer, Adirondack Lake, 1892

It is a frightful satire and an epigram on the modern age that the only use it knows for solitude is to make it a punishment, a jail sentence.

Søren Kierkegaard


Just make your next selection
And while your still in line
You can pay your last respects
One quarter at a time


The 112th Chicago Yacht Club Race to Mackinac finishes ...


The Bayview Yacht Club's 2021 Mackinac Race begins today.

The tracker is HERE.  Looks like it's going to be an upwind sleigh ride.  

The Chippewa's Roof Cam over on the harbor is HERE.  

The cam on the Windmere provides the closest view of the finish at Round Island Channel, HERE.



Peter Hook & The Light paying homage to Joy Division and New Order ...
  1. Love Will Tear Us Apart
  2. Atmosphere
  3. She Lost Control
  4. Transmission
  5. Regret
  6. Blue Monday
  7. Ceremony


23 July 2021

Whitey Morgan, "Honky Tonk Heroes"

Low down leaving sun
Done, did everything that needs done
Woe is me, why can't I see?
I'd best be leaving well enough alone

Them neon light nights, couldn't stay out of fights
Keep a-haunting me in memories
Well there's one in every crowd for crying out loud
Why was it always turning out to be me?

Where does it go? The good Lord only knows
Seems like it was just the other day
I was down at Green Gables, hawking them tables
And generally blowing all my hard-earned pay

Piano rolled blues, danced holes in my shoes
There weren't another other way to be
For lovable losers, no account boozers
And honky tonk heroes like me

Laisse tomber sur eux, fils!  Flint, Michigan's own sangin' in Paris ...



An excellent album ...


Linnell, William Blake, 1820

I feel that a man may be happy in this world. And I know that this world is a world of imagination and vision. I see every thing I paint in this world, but everybody does not see alike. To the eyes of a miser, a guinea is far more beautiful than the Sun, and a bag worn with the use of money has more beautiful proportions than a vine filled with grapes. The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing which stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity, and by these, I shall not regulate my proportions; and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself. As a man is, so he sees. You certainly mistake, when you say that the visions of fancy are not to be found in this world. To me, this world is all one continued vision of fancy or imagination.

William Blake


We do not draw the moral lessons we might from history. On the contrary, without care it may be used to vitiate our minds and to destroy our happiness. In history a great volume is unrolled for our instruction, drawing the materials of future wisdom from the past errors and infirmities of mankind. It may, in the perversion, serve for a magazine, furnishing offensive and defensive weapons for parties in church and state, and supplying the means of keeping alive, or reviving dissentions and animosities, and adding fuel to civil fury. History consists, for the greater part, of the miseries brought upon the world by price, ambition, avarice, revenge, lust, sedition, hypocrisy, ungoverned zeal, and all the train of disorderly appetites, which shake the public with the same troublous storms that toss the private state, and render life unsweet.

These vices are the causes of those storms. Religion, morals, laws, prerogatives, privileges, liberties, rights of men, are the pretexts. The pretexts are always found in some specious appearance of a real good. You would not secure men from tyranny and sedition, by rooting out of the mind the principles to which these fraudulent pretexts apply? If you did, you would root out every thing that is valuable in the human breast. As these are the pretexts, so the ordinary actors and instruments in great public evils are kings, priests, magistrates, senates, parliaments, national assemblies, judges, and captains. You would not cure the evil by resolving, that there should be no more monarchs, nor ministers of state, nor of the gospel; no interpreters of law; no general officers; no public councils. You might change the names. The things in some shape must remain. A certain quantum of power must always exist in the community, in some hands, and under some appellation. Wise men will apply their remedies to vices, not to names; to the causes of evil which are permanent, not to the occasional organs by which they act, and the transitory modes in which they appear. Otherwise you will be wise historically, a fool in practice. Seldom have two ages the same fashion in their pretexts and the same modes of mischief. Wickedness is a little more inventive. Whilst you are discussing fashion, the fashion is gone by. The very same vice assumes a new body. The spirit transmigrates; and, far from losing its principle of life by the change of its appearance, it is renovated in its new organs with the fresh vigour of a juvenile activity. It walks abroad; it continues its ravages; whilst you are gibbeting the carcass, or demolishing the tomb. You are terrifying yourself with ghosts and apparitions, whilst your house is the haunt of robbers. It is thus with all those, who, attending only to the shell and husk of history, think they are waging war with intolerance, pride, and cruelty, whilst, under colour of abhorring the ill principles of antiquated parties, they are authorizing and feeding the same odious vices in different factions, and perhaps in worse.

Edmund Burke, from Reflections on the Revolution in France

Happy Birthday, Mackay

Andy Mackay was born on this day in 1946.

"Tara", with Roxy Music ...

22 July 2021


There are over 20,000 known species of bees in the world, but what most people may not know is that bees largely don’t live in hives and colonies — it’s estimated that 90% of bees are solitary.

“Only 10% live in hives but that’s what we associate them with because most people’s primary segue into bees is through honey,” Forwood says.

And while many bees may look the same when they’re zipping around, looking at them from very up close reveals how different their faces can be.

Thank you, Jessica.


"Hang care!" exclaimed he. "This is a delicious evening; the wine has a finer relish here than in the house, and the song is more exciting and melodious under the tranquil sky than in the close room, where the sound is stifled. Come, let us have a bacchanalian chant—let us, with old Sir Toby, make the welkin dance and rouse the night-owl with a catch! I am right merry. Pass the bottle, and tune your voices—a catch, a catch! The lights will be here anon."

Charles Ollier, from "The Haunted Manor-House of Paddington"

Boston, "Feelin' Satisfied" ...

The euphony transformed me and inundated my soul in a roguish countenance, the likes of which I had know well in younger days. Such impishness soon drove out the complaints of the day. 

Umberto Limongiello

Lindsey Buckingham, "Trouble"



Our maneuver is designed to place an enemy in a position of disadvantage. We use organic and attached NBC recon assets to find clean and contaminated areas. Leaders use this information to exploit success and maintain freedom of action ...


A master in the art of living draws no sharp distinction between his work and his play; his labor and his leisure; his mind and his body; his education and his recreation. He hardly knows which is which. He simply pursues his vision of excellence through whatever he is doing, and leaves others to determine whether he is working or playing. To himself, he always appears to be doing both.

Yvon Chouinard, from Let My People Go Surfing: The Education of a Reluctant Businessman


All the spaces of our past moments of solitude, the spaces in which we have suffered from solitude, enjoyed, desired, and compromised solitude, remain indelible within us and precisely because the human being wants them to remain so. He knows instinctively that this space identified with his solitude is creative; that even when it is forever expunged from the present, when, henceforth, it is alien to all the promises of the future, even when we no longer have a garret, when the attic room is lost and gone, there remains the fact that we once loved a garret, once lived in an attic. We return to them in our night dreams. These retreats have the value of a shell. And when we reach the very end of the labyrinths of sleep, when we attain to the regions of deep slumber, we may perhaps experience a type of repose that is pre-human; pre-human, in this case, approaching the immemorial. But in the daydream itself, the recollection of moments of confined, simple, shut-in space are experiences of heartwarming space, of a space that does not seek to become extended, but would like above all still to be possessed. In the past, the attic may have seemed too small, it may have seemed cold in winter and hot in summer. Now, however, in memory recaptured through daydreams, it is hard to say through what syncretism the attic is at once small and large, warm and cool, always comforting.

Gaston Bachelard, from The Poetics of Space

Telemann, Concerto in A major for Flute, Violin and Cello, TWV 53:A2

The Bremer Barockorchester: performs the Largo, featuring Ryo Terakado, violin, and Felipe Egaña, transverse flute ...

21 July 2021

Grace Jones, "I've Seen that Face Before (Libertango)"


It's later on a Wednesday, the sun is going down
I'm standing naked by a swimming pool, there's no one around
My imagination wanders back, red dust is always there
We lay together in the jungle, and love was in the air

As I dive into the water, both time and motion freeze
I'm hanging there suspended like a feather in the breeze
Below is your reflection, like an image from the past
But I can't be sure if it's really you, because you're wearing a tribal mask

Roger Glover, from "The Mask"

Joe Strummer & The Mescaleros, "Get Down Moses"



The crows see me.  
They stretch their glossy necks    
In the tallest branches    
Of green trees. I am    
Possibly dangerous, I am    
Entering the kingdom.

The dream of my life  
Is to lie down by a slow river    
And stare at the light in the trees–   
To learn something by being nothing    
A little while but the rich    
Lens of attention.

But the crows puff their feathers and cry  
Between me and the sun,    
And I should go now.    
They know me for what I am.    
No dreamer,    
No eater of leaves.

Mary Oliver


Tom Tom Club, "You Sexy Thing"