“Americans Will Talk All Day”

Really?

Pardon, self was not aware.

“Americans will talk all day, but they are terrible listeners . . . ”

— Paul Theroux, Deep South

DEEP SOUTH: Another Great Travel Quote

Charles Dickens, on recalling his travels in America:

  • “I think it is impossible, utterly impossible, for any Englishman to live here, and be happy.”

Stay tuned.

DEEP SOUTH: Travel Quote # 1

Quote from Stephen Dedalus (Ulysses):

  • “We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love. But always meeting ourselves.”

Stay tuned.

Abstract: The Daily Post Photo Challenge, 22 April 2016

# 1: Wall, Soho, New York City, November 2015

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Building Wall: Soho, New York City, November 2015

# 2: Fire Escape, Valencia Street, San Francisco, October 2015

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#3: Taxi Ride from Newark Int’l Airport to Manhattan, September 2015

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This week’s Photo Challenge from The Daily Post is:

  • Turn the concrete and familiar into something new and mysterious.

Self’s always had a commitment to the abstract, lol. She has thousands of pictures in this vein.

Here are just three.

Stay tuned.

London Last Summer: St. Bride’s (TW: Possibly Disturbing Visual)

Trigger Warning: Possibly Disturbing Content

Took self a long time to find this church (She finally had to ask a cab driver who was parked on Fleet Street; His answer: “Course I know where St. Bride’s is; I’m a London cabbie!”)

The Stations of the Cross were a series of photographs which, well — gulp. Put her in mind of, you know, that:

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Stations of the Cross, St. Bride’s Church, London (June 2015)

And here’s her reading for the day from The Meursault Investigation by Kamel Daoud, which is set in Algiers:

In this movie I saw one day, a man was mounting some long flights of stairs to reach an altar where he was supposed to have his throat cut by way of soothing some god or other. The man was climbing with his head down, moving slowly, heavily, as if exhausted, undone, subdued, but most of all as if already dispossessed of his own body. I was struck by his fatalism, by his incredible passivity.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

 

Bowie: Lyrics, “Life on Mars”

Sailors fighting in the dance-hall
Oh man!
Look at those cavemen go
It’s the freakiest show.

— David Bowie, “Life on Mars”

This is a pretty freakish year.

Just because. First, Bowie and now

Prince

“When Doves Cry” — Aaargh, aaaargh, be still, self’s beating heart!

It’s too much.

Last week, in Heathrow, eating a sandwich and waiting for her flight to Dublin, her ears pricked up as Bowie came over the piped-in sound system: LIFE ON MARS.

What. An. Incredible. Song.

And, like today, SAAAAAAD.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

The Future 2 is London

The future? It’s tremendously intangible, brimming with possibility.

The Daily Post Photo Challenge (“Future”)

Here is London, City of the Future (Self’s camera is breaking down. The lens is frozen in one position. Not even a new battery helped. So this is all she got today):

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What Self Saw After the Victoria & Albert Museum (With a Broken Camera)

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Slash Photography: A Term Self Coined to Explain Her New “Ouevre”: London Building, Somewhere After Passing the Victoria & Albert

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

The Future Is

This week’s Daily Post Photo Challenge is FUTURE.

  • Share an image that represents the potential of things to come.

Self’s Nikon Coolpix decided to have a nervous breakdown. All of her pictures now have a top and bottom stripe. Nevertheless, here is a picture of a delightful meal that will soon be consumed:

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Nikon Coolpix Having a Breakdown: At Chez Mamie, Hanway Street

A book about to be published: Ooligan Press’s collaboration with Calyx, Memories Flow In Our Veins: 40 Years of Women’s Writings From Calyx:

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Hayley Wilson, Project Manager of the Calyx 40th Anniversary Anthology forthcoming from Ooligan Press: MEMORIES FLOW IN OUR VEINS

Finally, a photo of a young reader spotted at The Last Bookstore in downtown Los Angeles: Reading a book is an investment in the future:

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Time spent reading a book is never time wasted.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

 

 

Landscape: Memories of New York City and Venice

The Daily Post Photo Challenge this week:  LANDSCAPE.

  • “Show us your best establishing shot, out in nature or in an urban setting.”

Here are shots of two of self’s favorite cities: New York and Venice.

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Late Afternoon, Heading Into Manhattan By Train, September 2015

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Manhattan, November 2015

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San Marco Square, Venice, November 2015

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

The Punjab, February 2012

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Driving to The Golden Temple in Amritsar, February 2012

Someday, perhaps, self will actually sit down to write this story.

She was heading to Amritsar with the Colonel, his beautiful wife, and the Tibetan driver. The musical accompaniment, as we crossed from Himachal Pradesh into Punjab, was “Tie A Yellow Ribbon Round the Old Oak Tree.” Self was trying hard to concentrate.

The reason self was with the colonel was: a few weeks earlier, she’d had a huge fight with her traveling companions and parted ways with them in the small village of Bir.

Self was so angry, she remembered stabbing at some appetizers (Samosas? Pakoras?) on a plate we were all sharing, and the (Samosas? Pakoras?) kept slipping off the tines of her fork. But still she kept jabbing, thinking: I AM GOING TO SPEAR A SAMOSA IF IT’S THE LAST THING I DO. And everyone was sort of mesmerized, just watching. And then finally, after a long, long moment, the woman self will only refer to as Dimples spoke up and said: “Are you okay?” Funny she should ask. No, self was most def NOT okay.

That night, self struck off on her own. On her own! In India! In Himachal Pradesh! Where she didn’t know a soul! First time in India! She couldn’t even speak the language!

She decided she’d visit monasteries and only monasteries. Which was good, because then everyone she met along the way simply assumed she was dying of cancer and was on some kind of spiritual quest.

Unbeknownst to her, the travel agent who’d arranged the trip was having a meltdown. Self called her just before she left India, and she screeched into self’s ear over the phone:

“Oh my God! It’s you! You’re alive! WHERE ARE YOU?”

Self told the travel agent: “I’m in Amritsar.”

And the woman kept thanking heaven that self was ALIVE.

(To be continued)

 

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