Big Shocks of the Day

An insane killer who was on a field trip outing with other prison inmates has escaped.  Thank goodness this happened all the way up north, in Spokane, WA!  Self had no idea, absolutely no idea, that prison inmates were given organized field trips.  That is most assuredly a very humane thing to do, yes.

The killer’s name, in case anyone is interested, is Philip Arnold Paul, he is 47 years old, and he simply walked away from the rest of his group during an outing to the Spokane County Fair.

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Self may present at sole remaining indie movie theater in Menlo Park, the Guild, to watch “The Baader Meinhof Complex” this afternoon.  It’s probably terribly bloody, and it’s 2 1/2 hours long.  But hubby has declined to go, as he is deep into the Notre Dame/Michigan State football game, which self understands Notre Dame must win or, hubby maintains, the Notre Dame coach (a very grandfatherly-looking man, Read the rest of this entry »

Reuven Rubin’s “The Pinwheel Vendor”

Hubby is switching back and forth between ESPN and a station showing execrable “Troy.”  It is amazing how many good actors there were in this movie  —   Brad Pitt; Eric Bana; Diane Kruger; Orlando Bloom; Saffron Burrows; the-man-who-plays-the-evil-Director-of-Spy-Operations in the Bourne movies  —   and how lacking in spirit it is.  Compared to “Gladiator” or even “300,” this movie is so, so  —   limp.

But, once again, self has succumbed to a digression.  What she really wants to post about is the aforementioned painter, Reuven Rubin, whose house (converted into a museum), self visited last year in Tel Aviv.

When self left Tel Aviv, she bitterly regretted not having bought a book called Reuven Rubin:  Dreamland, in the gift shop of the Rubin Museum.  At the time, she thought it was too expensive.  But later, when Dearest Mum went back to Tel Aviv to be with Ying, self asked Dearest Mum if she could go to the Museum and get the book (How very sneaky of you, self!  You of course figured that Dearest Mum had more money than you!)  And, in all fairness, though those days after Ying’s passing were very very hard, Dearest Mum did find her way to Bialik Street, she did get to the Rubin Museum, and she did buy self this book.  Which self is looking at this very evening.

For weeks and weeks leading up to September 11, self has been thinking of Ying and Tel Aviv —  yes, even when she is being at her silliest.  How self hates to give in to even the slightest hint of maudlin emotion!  So she only wrote one post about the day, which was also Ying’s birthday and was also the day she passed away, last year.

But tonight, a week after that awful anniversary, self feels calm.  And so she turns to the Rubin book, which is so beautiful.  Each color plate has an accompanying analysis.  Here’s the one for a painting called “The Pinwheel Vendor,” painted in 1923:

An Arab of Sudanese descent sits facing the sea while a Jewish pioneer stands beside him.  The Sudanese man’s pose, his elevated chin and the fixed gaze focused on a faraway point on the horizon create the sense of a character operating within the dimensions of “inexhaustible time”  —  time which is not measured in the units of “here and now” but by means of an hourglass in which the sand grains do not run out.  The Sudanese man has so much time that he does not even bother to blow at his pinwheels.  Sooner or later, the wind will come.  If not sooner, then later.  And if not later, then after later.  The pioneer at his side stands barefoot like the natives and carries a hoe —  a symbol of Zionist activism  —  on his shoulder, his back turned to the sea.  The Sudanese man looks as if he could keep crouching on his heels for a long time.  He is in no hurry, and patience is the trait ensuring his survival.  He operates in another temporal sphere.  By contrast, the “New Jew” —  bearded and wearing a European hat  —  is full of movement and impetuosity.  He has no time, and must begin his task.

A Filipino is a Finalist for the Guggenheim People’s Prize

People can actually vote for this one.

So, go to the site, here.  Scroll down the amazing designs, and you won’t miss it:  the design is called

A Bamboo Shelter for a Garbage Dump City

It’s by Gonzalo Raymundo of Quezon City.

As of this moment, Raymundo’s design seems to be leading.  The next closest competitor is Rodrigo Montoya of Colombia.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers, stay tuned.

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