Well, I remember 9/11.
My father was in the hospital and I had spent the night with him overseeing his care. About seven in the morning his male nurse entered the room and asked, “Tom, would you like to watch the news?” It struck me as rather odd as it was so early and my father was not in the best condition. Dad nodded yes and soon we found ourselves observing the second attack on the twin towers. At first I though we were watching a sci-fi movie, but then what was truly happening dawned. My father’s only comment: “World War III, but I will not be around to see it.” He passed on 9/22, leaving the rest of us to grieve, to confront and to deal as best we could with what had happened.
I spent yesterday trying to adjust to the results of the election. I had not expected a landslide in Clinton’s favor as many. While I expected that she would squeak over the finish line a point or two ahead of her opponent, I also knew that he stood the same chance. I had read the polls, but an inner voice kept saying, “Its not over, until its over. Well, its over and along with at least half the nation, I had to confront my feelings, the stress, and the anxiety that accompanied the conclusion. As I was going through this it suddenly struck me that the date was 11/9.
I have been as concerned as many others are with the current state of our political campaign. As a rule I do not like to get into politics, but this morning I read an article in the NYT that made me feel I would be remiss if I did not share it. It makes clear that if our contemporary Attila the Hun is elected, our current laws and institutions will be subject to erosion.
A well done article, I hope you get as much thought from it as I did.
In the past eight months I have had the fortune to visit some of the lesser known wine regions of Europe.
This morning it became evident that after a long break from putting thoughts into words on paper, or computer as is the case in our well advanced techie era, I had to sit bottom to chair and take pen to hand or keyboard, once again. Travels through Europe, (more to come on the latest trips) research for our upcoming book The Glass of Wine my partner and I are finishing up for the publisher, and hanging out with friends and my two beautiful granddaughters have filled the space since I posted An American Kali.
I would assume that most Americans do not know who Kali is?
Perhaps herein lies a basis for the fact that we have never had a female president.
Currently, I am in the land of Athena, Aphrodite, and several other mythic goddesses who rise to the level of Kali. In Europe, yes, where women are voted into power. In browsing on my computer this morning I came across Kathleen Kennedy’s article, an accurate and eye-opening assessment of some of why the US has never elected a female to the top office.
If you read my recent posts on the squatty potty you may remember that its lower end purpose is to aid in the evacuation process. Well, it turns out that the squatty potty has served a higher purpose as well.
Recently, in archiving his collection of articles my partner, who has been a vital part of the UCDavis academic community for over forty years, came across some information that described the influence of the squatty potty on a development in mid 20th-century art. Hard to believe? Read on.
As of the mid-sixties a talented group of faculty and grad students in the Art Department at the University of California, Davis would come to wield influence over the direction of some of the mid to late 20th century movements. An illustration of their influence manifested in the art exhibited in an exhibition titled, The Slant Step.
It all began when the now world-famous William Wiley an art professor at Davis, and his student Bruce Nauman discovered a funky step stool at a thrift store in Marin County, California. Instead of a flat step, the step was slanted. If one were to stand on it say, to reach an object on a shelf or cupboard high overhead, one could likely slide off. Intrigued by the irregularity, the artistic duo purchased the stool brought it back to the Davis campus. Shortly, it migrated around the art department drawing the unmitigated fascination of Profs and students to such an extent that the funk object began to enjoy a cult-like status.
By the time I came to work at UCDavis by way of the Davis Enterprise as an art critic over thirty years had passed since The Slant Step exhibition had taken place in San Francisco. It is no surprise that from the intrigue with the stool coupled with their multi-media talent, that the faculty produced such an exhibit. Conversation and continued fascination on the show of object art, ceramics, plaster, and mixed media long on humor continued within the walls of the department for years. I became well aware of The Slant Step, but I did not know the true purpose of the funky step stool until my partner informed me of the information he found as he perused his archives. With that, I did a bit more research and came across a recent article from the LA Times.
Though the squatty potty has only recently achieved a cult-like status among hip health-minded groups, it has a long history. One piece of information I would add to the Times article is one of the meanings of funk: stench-bad odor-smell!
Occasionally, someone sends me a report or article that fits in with some of the material I share on this blog. The following an article sent to me by my partner is not from UCDavis news, although it quotes one of the oenologists from Davis, but an informative piece that appeared in the Chicago Tribune. So, red wine lovers, headaches begone!
May 25, 2016 – Sulfites often get the blame for red wine headaches, but experts say tyramine and tannins are probably at fault.
The city of Rome seems ever so far away, but not the meeting with Pope Francis. I feel it as though it happened just this morning. We completed the seven-basilica tour including a stroll along the Appian Way in our last days in Rome, but today I am moving beyond that pilgrimage.
Senator Bob Bennett’s deathbed apology to Muslims for Donald Trump brought up the memory of a trip I made in 2003. That memory will be forever emblazoned in my mind. Continue reading
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For the past two weeks, I have been spending a lot of time reflecting on the experiences I had in Rome. I wanted to write more about them, but every time I sat at my computer to do so my mind would float off into the ethers where an image of Francis would emerge. Meeting such a being left not just a lasting impression, but a lasting exclamation mark. It was a wow event and one that I continue to ponder. Rome held a special magic with which I continue to be intoxicated, but this morning I am finally getting back to the keyboard.