Saturday, January 17, 2015


From the San Diego Museum of Art Margaret and I were walking back to our car when I saw what had to be my picture for the day, our shadows.  We had been part of a docent-led group touring Gaugin to Warhol.  I am old enough now to remember when some of these iconic paintings were contemporary and not significant to art history.  I hasten to say Margaret and I are not quite yet just shadows, but I like the image.  With the Paris killings of Charlie Hebdo cartoon artists fresh on our minds we listened to a lecture about the beginnings of new directions in modern art in Paris.  How could I not wonder where cartoon art fits... in life and in art.


Then later...


CARTOONS

Cartoons...
little more than that 
is life
with you and me 
in sometimes starring roles
but mostly less...
more on Saturday mornings
in winter
when everything is absolutely real.




Friday, January 16, 2015


The San Diego Museum of Photograph Arts is rearranging itself… It’s not a reinvention, that’s something else… some would say it’s a renovation, but that isn’t it either.  The atrium is, as Hemingway would call it, “A Clean Well lighted Place.”  It’s not unusual for people who know the Hemingway story to disagree on what it means.  He chose the title for his own reasons, and he didn’t say what the reasons were …I think his emphasis is on the importance of nothingness, emptiness. The new look for MOPA’s atrium is clean, bright, and definitely not cluttered, encouraging people who enter it to focus on the photographs, the art. Another thought I had while I spent three hours in the atrium today was that I’d like sit on the floor in the middle of it all by myself and listen to Mussorgsky’s Pictures at an Exhibition.  

If you haven't been to MOPA lately, or even if you have, go to Balboa Park and take a look at the  new spaces. 




Thursday, January 15, 2015

This BLOG post begins with my photo du jour,
a very special picture of a couple of my best friends,
Father and Daughter, Kenton and Maya Hundley.
They remind me that life is good.

Now... back to CONUNDRUM.

CONUNDRUM:  Yesterday as I struggled with a piece of thinking/writing, I could find no satisfactory conclusion… not in my own convictions arising out of dilemmas relating to religion and politics nor in the opinions of philosophers, historians, or theologians, alive and sometimes long-dead) whom I had been researching… so I got back to the problem today when I settled down after breakfast with the daily newspapers as I have often done in mornings since I was blessed (or cursed, depending on how you look at it) with a life of comfortable retirement. On page 7 of the L.A. Times a news report begins with the headline: France targets hate speech; 54 are arrested.  The first paragraph: “PARIS - French authorities tightened security Wednesday in response to last week’s terrorist attacks, ordering a crackdown on hate speech that backs terrorism and deploying the aircraft carrier Charles de Gaulle to support U.S.-led airstrikes in the Middle East…. French authorities issued an order to strictly enforce laws against voicing support for terrorist acts and disclosed that 54 people had been arrested for violating the prohibitions, initially adopted to deter and punish anti-Semitic remarks… Among those accused of speaking out in defense of last week’s attack at the satirical magazine was a controversial comedian, Dieu donne M’bal M’bala…, who had tweeted that he felt was victimized as one of the gunmen, Amedy Coulibaly… ‘whenever I express myself some people will not even try to understand me, they will not listen,’ the comic said in a letter to the interior ministry” 

Under what circumstances does free speech become a threat to public safety and a violation of laws deigned to preserve freedom and right to life of others? 

…so I am back to yesterday’s conundrum: When we see and hear reports of people so tightly, rigidly bound to an ideology that they are eager to hurt, even kill people who have a different ideology from their own, we are left wondering if a way to responsible freedom is possible with all the players agreeing on definitions of both freedom and responsiblity.  A dilemma looms large, doesn’t it, for all of us in the world who want freedom of speech, not just for ourselves but for everybody; and we want security, not just for ourselves but for everybody; and we want freedom for all people to be religious in whatever ways they choose or not to be religious at all; and we want all of this to be possible in a civil society where people live in peace and harmony with each other. Is it possible for such a world to exist? 

Also in this morning’s newspaper:  ‘Godless’ kids turn out just fine’ by Phil Zukerman, professor of sociology and secular studies at Pitzer College and author of “Living the Secular Life: New Answers to Old Questions.”

http://www.latimes.com/opinion/op-ed/la-oe-0115-zuckerman-secular-parenting-20150115-story.html





Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Big doings in Washington today: President Obama hosted a meeting at the White House with the Speaker of the House of Representatives and the Senate Majority Leader.  It occurred to me as I listened to news reports that perhaps I should lend the President an artifact I got in Bali forty-five years.  According to Balinese mythology, the Barong, a physically ugly representation of a good spirit is supposed to keep evil out of the house, or to neutralize it if it manages to get into a room. The classic Barong mask is designed to be worn in a dance, but mine is actually a bell meant to be hung over a window in tropical Bali... the Barong's tongue is the clapper that clatters in a breeze.  It hangs over the door to my home office.


Whatever happens
in any place
with any people
around any issue
shows who has power,

so

encourage many voices to say
what happened…

The scribe with pen and paper
interprets for the community
what happened after the fact,

and remember…
it isn’t what happened
so much as what they say happened
that matters a hundred years from now.

And

don’t forget…
it’s the artist with pencil or brush
or camera
who has the clearest vision.


Maybe I should send along our Susanne's little ceramic owl...
It reminds me not to take myself too seriously. 
Nah... It might lose its innocence in Washington.



Monday, January 12, 2015



Enjoying the mystery of last year's sycamore leaves
falling away to make room on trees for new ones coming soon 
 and this year's hummingbird nest with two eggs laid just last weekend.

Je suis toute l'humanité

Acknowledging Up Front:  This is a rant, a confession, a promulgation, a declaration… perhaps a rationalization or resignation… It is not an apology… It’s an acknowledgement that I am disgusted and dismayed that a significantly large bunch of people mostly clustered in groups scattered all over the world say with straight faces and believing eyes that a powerful god expects them to commit horrendous acts of violence against people who behave in ways that displease the particular god. This past Saturday, January 10, 2015,  Boko Haram, a Islamist militant group in Nigeria, killed as many as 2,000 people… in the name of Allah.  Later the same day in another Nigerian village Boko Haram jihadists strapped a bomb to a 10-year-old girl and sent her into a marketplace where at least 20 people were killed and 18 were injured when it was detonated.  These atrocities happened in the same week the Charlie Hebdo office was attacked in paris. 

The fact that such dangerous nonsense exists at all anywhere directs my attention inward to my own cultural patterns… to my own belief system… to my personal sets of behaviors. I can’t begin to understand the individual or group thinking and behaviors of fundamentalist Muslims whose goal it is for the whole world to be brought under Sharia law,... but I can analyze and understand my own affiliations and my own behaviors to determine if there is something in my patterns that should be changed.

My closest family and friends are not dangerous to their neighbors or to strangers.  They are gentle. They are careful not to hurt people, even people they don’t know personally. I meet regularly for coffee and conversation with friends, and I never hear anything from any of them that suggests they wish misfortune on other people.  We inquire about the health and well-being of each other’s families.  We express genuine sadness when we learn of illness or troubles.  We offer help.  

I go to church… partly out of habit, not grumbling but celebrating being alive… almost always wondering if a time will come when I can no longer find a reason to do it. I am not a member of the church I attend. It’s a cathedral with at least three parishes meeting regularly in its close (Methodists use “campus” instead of the Anglo/Catholic term “close” to describe the architectural collection of buildings).  If I were required to make a statement of religious beliefs in any of the parishes, I would be considered a heretic. I like the architecture of a cathedral, and I also like the look and feel of a small parish church. I like temples and mosques and synagogues.  I enjoy the quiet beauty of the vaulting sanctuary in the Mission Valley cathedral church and I find the quiet smallness of a little chapel to be restful … and I like music… Some of the rituals and ceremonies are meaningful and comforting, such as baptism of children even though some of the people participating in the ceremony assume there may be a bit of magic in the sprinkling of water. For me the power of the ceremony is in parent and community commitment to giving children a moral and ethical sense in relationships. I understand the symbolism and the liturgical forms exercised in the church I attend, but I am not comfortable with conjuring so I don’t participate actively in rituals that require magical thinking.

The church I attend continues to overlay outdated, archaic language onto Twenty-first Century realities.  Obviously, the fact that the earth which is my home, and the solar system in which it is fixed in one of billions of galaxies stretching out into what may be one of many universes can’t fit the description of “the creation of everything” found in Judeo-Christian “holy” scriptures… but I’m not offended by the stories that fit even slightly a historical context if they are acknowledged to be literature originally composed to teach lessons about appropriate moral or ethical behavior, and I like some of the familiar myths that were presented as historical facts when I was a child, if they are not meant to be thought true accounts of events that actually happened. 

…and it’ not just fundamentalist, jihadist Muslims who commit atrocious crimes against humanity. I know enough history to be aware that some people in the past who called themselves Christians committed crimes against “unbelievers” as atrocious as those that happened in Paris this week, and I also know that outrageous violations, crimes against humanity, even now are perpetrated by people who say they are Christians.  I witness the barbaric cruelty of some people who call themselves Christians when I ride my bicycle along the route of the Gay Pride Parade and see the cluster of people who hold up big signs declaring “God Hates Gays.” One of the biggest, boldest signs last year said GOD WILL BURN YOU IN EVERLASTING HELL… These were Christians… not Muslims or Hindus or Buddhists or Jews but Christians hoisting high their crosses and signs while “Christians” with megaphones shout their message that god hates all of us who are marching or riding in in the parade.

Religious groups must be challenged compassionately but firmly to undo all rules, even suggestions, that demean or limit participation by groups or classes of people in the full life of their communities, including all sacraments and employment opportunities.  Perhaps the most cruel discrimination is that which comes from "friends" who say they themselves are not bigots or prejudiced in any way against, for example, homosexuals; but hide behind the institutional church and its book of discipline as if institutional failure excuses individuals from personal responsibility.  Anyone participating in moral and ethical educational programs in the church should be held to the highest standard of acceptance of all people.



Sunday, January 11, 2015


Today is Jim Fudge's 90th Birthday,
my great friend
and mentor.
I am learning from him
how to be old
with grace and good humor.
The secret is to be 
old and glad
simultaneously.






Saturday, January 10, 2015


Saturday Bicycle Ride…
This ’n That… happening mostly in Balboa Park

My friends agree with the Junior League’s focus on the problem of human traffic in San Diego County.  Enlisting women and children into the lucrative sex trade in a border region is expected but definitely not acceptable. 

How about the seed pods that I found scattered under eucalyptus trees in the park.  I brought some of them home to photograph with a favorite image of the walking/Sukhothai Buddha that I got a long time ago at a village market in Thailand. 

Almost forgot:  The Orange Cat was not amused by a classy poodle wearing sunglasses and a sun visor. 


The Automobile Museum sponsored an exhibit of early automobiles that would have been common in Balboa Park at the time of the Pan-Pacific celebration a hundred years ago.








Friday, January 09, 2015



EVERYBODY IS CELEBRATING ED'S BIRTHDAY...
EVERYBODY IS GLAD HE WAS BORN.





Angela and Duane Michels... Obviously celebrating



Thursday, January 08, 2015

Je Suis Charlie

There’s always something

The world isn’t always what it seems to be…
a happy place for hummingbirds and finches
who stop off at my bird feeder when they 
feel like taking a break from the rosemary
blooming all around my backyard… it’s not
safe all the time… only when Orange Cat
is sleeping on the other side of the house
and the rat snake is slithering after lizards
and the marauding hawks are away patrolling
the peaceful banks of our meandering river


When will we ever learn that the greatest danger
to human life festers and grows in the hearts
of monsters who wrap themselves in righteousness.
It’s scary enough to find traps that cripple and kill
in marketplaces where guns and poisons are sold,
but the ultimate insult to human dignity and freedom
waits hidden in scripture and books of discipline
of churches and mosques and synagogues
whispering explicit warning that a petty god is unhappy
with whatever it is the evil sycophant despises.





Wednesday, January 07, 2015

Je suis Charlie 


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Tuesday, January 06, 2015


As I pulled into a parking space early this morning before the San Diego day had warmed to a toasty 72 degrees fahrenheit in midday, a honeybee settled onto the hood of my car… I’m guessing it was trying to keep warm, or maybe it was stunned by the lime-green brightness of my little Chevy Spark.  Whatever the reason, I was reminded that these little hard-working insects are endangered. Instead of being concerned that we might get stung by one, we must worry that losing the wild honeybee would mean endangering many of the crop plants that produce much of the food we eat. Southwestern California winters are mild enough for the bees to continue working.  I found some of them gathering pollen from shrubs in our back yard on this day when the northeastern states in the U.S. are hunkering down under a frigid Arctic weather system.  

It’s altogether appropriate that I found the worker bees on a day when I received a special gift of music from Russian friends.  Zhenya and Andrey composed and recorded two blues pieces and sent them digitally by e-mail.  I got their permission to share the music on my BLOG. Smolensk is the hometown of the great Russian composer Mikhail Ivanovich Glinka, so it’s not surprising that young people grow up there with a love for making and playing music.  Zhenya and Andrey were medical students at university in Smolensk with my good friend Anton.

The translations are mine, so they may be slightly off the mark.

Dusty Road  Пылевоздушная дорога
Old Love Ashes  Старые золы влюбленности