daniella soledad, the paladium
the audience was so annoying!
effing trained monkeys – time to clap in middle of songs!
{organ grinder’s actual monkeys}
[what i mean by that is people doing what they think they are supposed to be doing –
rather than what is appropriate for the situation –
discernment via applied consciously aware (critical) thinking]
ol’ faithfull ??
yay, some light reading! (and re-read for ol’ henry)

really enjoyed a re-watch of revolver ; and compartment no. 6

what a strange straight line in the middle of the picture
does not seem natural


Rachmaninov: Symphony No. 2 in E minor, Op. 27; Adagio
warming up the palette
a big patch of grass
i like how the clumps are separate yet all coalesced
a cohesive whole, individuated
shout out to the st. pete bike co-op
did an amazing job
the trek is anew
has the feel of an arabian night
although taken just before the sun was to arise
will it ever get old?
perhaps I’ll outline it later
~ 8 ft. hammerhead lazily swam by
I watched for a while, before attempting a shot
one can just make it out beneath the dark crest in the bottom half of the pic
enter at your own peril ?
a gateway to the superfluous
dead man’s cesspool
where all sorts of detritus and refuse are trapped
olfactorily unpleasant
fungi = fun-guy

in honour of jan iwaniec

he was a bull of a talented blacksmith – a jack of all trades when it came to fixing things
was dumb in other areas
had a fire of a temper when angered – one was wise to tread lightly around him
had a wandering eye [of which his children were unaware; even though it bulged out and to the side {i.e., unmissable}]
He enjoyed singing!
he married anna [?- unknown maiden name]
she was a tiny ball of shame and worry
she showed she cared through her cooking

this is a monument to anne of kiev –

Not in front of the kids!
the iwaniec cult came to america because anna paid local police in po-land to grab jan off the street, beat him up, and threaten to kill him if he stayed in poland …

I only remember both sets of grandparents (maternal and paternal) being together once –
it was at Dibrova park ; they were sitting at the picnic table in front of the groundkeeper’s cottage (Jan made the bench out of steel and wood, and was the summer groundkeeper and handyman at the park)
He was attempting to speak with Hryhoriij “Harry” Harbar, but Harry’s wife Stephanya was doing all the talking for him.
Eventually, frustrated because Harry wasn’t speaking, Jan turned to Stephanya and bellowed: Enough, let the man talk for himself!


i would go and visit jan later in life –
he would say: Говори за щось! Говори за щось!
but i never had anything to say
nobody had ever wanted to hear me before then (I was 20)
only be told what they wanted to hear
i would shrug my shoulders,
and reply: За що?

well, now i am talking (since january of 2019 [slowly, but surely]) —
turns out, everybody in the family still either doesn’t or can’t[on] hear me …

– no skin off my back –

a weekend sojourn

the last picture i took this weekend, for linear time shall fade to dream time [along with dream logic] herein …

fair warning: [and this was not a prop, i stumbled upon it, then asked what it might mean for this post; i.e., it caught my eye, for why?]

let’s take a few steps, what is that?!?

starting with the excitement of a …. pine cone? well, this is florida, some kind of palm seed? on the way to brazil – – but, if you insist!

on a saturn-day bicycle ride, the next day – i felt like randomly stopping here, drawn perhaps …

“The oil in white pine needle tea inhibits inappropriate replication and modification of RNA and DNA and inhibits blood platelet aggregation and clotting.” – Judy Mikovitz
now unto rio de janeiro
and yes, I wandered all around the church during and after the show
i remember the first time watching this movie; north port, florida, christmas time, with the pfefferkorns. rogan was a touch incredulous

the outro:

quick [hi]story
or, in the alternate:

gee willikers, the city of london not too pleased !
[me thinks both trump and putin are controlled opposition, but the metaphor is apt]
the great canadian comedian

There’s a theory that Stalin went rogue; driven mad by paranoia [well founded paranoia?]

or rehashing stories from the new york times or from books chosen by teachers …
or fox news, the epoch times, ron unz
tell-your-vision, not tell-someone-else’s-vision
the “news” are data points
think, don’t propagate

music outro: