Lughnasa\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Waxing Artemis Moon<\/p>\n
Slept well past 6:30 this morning, then a very long nap.\u00a0 The body still marshalling its resources.\u00a0 I’m ready to be done with this, but it does not seem ready to be done with me.<\/p>\n
In between I went into the MIA to have lunch with Mark Odegard.\u00a0 Mark’s a Woolly, a friend, an artist and a damned fine jazz piano player.\u00a0 He has very interesting friends.\u00a0 One friend of his is on a two-month journey in Peru working on developing a complete catalog of all, underline all, the plants in the Amazon.\u00a0 Sounds like a crazy task, but he’s found somebody who’s already done a lot of the work.<\/p>\n
This was a thank you lunch, in part, for the bang-up design work he’s done for Artemis Honey.\u00a0 As we have before, we wandered through the museum, looking at various things, talking about them.\u00a0 The Ricci map.\u00a0 The Minnesota Artists Gallery works by two young Asian women.\u00a0 Ceramics and glass and wood bowls by women artists.<\/p>\n
In talking about my work I told him something I realized last week.\u00a0 The museum work grabs my heart; I think about things there, mull them over, look forward to going in, get excited about new collections, new artists, encounter objects that pierce my soul.\u00a0 Even the Sierra Club, which is important and I do it because it’s important, doesn’t grab my heart the way the art does.\u00a0 I wish it did, but it doesn’t.<\/p>\n
Spent most of the day without internet service.\u00a0 I tried to alter the way my router plugs into the internet and it worked for a while, then the router just went all kablooey.\u00a0 An hour and a half of reading the manual, trying this, then that and I got the connection back but I lost the alterations I’d made.\u00a0 I’ll try’em again tomorrow.<\/p>\n
Oh.\u00a0 The Wolfman.\u00a0 I spoke too soon.\u00a0 As I watched the end, I found it gained texture and strength.\u00a0 The cinematography was wonderful and the pathos of the altered conclusion–altered from the Chaney original–made the story more emotionally gripping.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Lughnasa\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Waxing Artemis Moon Slept well past 6:30 this morning, then a very long nap.\u00a0 The body still marshalling its resources.\u00a0 I’m ready to be done with this, but it does not seem ready to be done with me. In between I went into the MIA to have lunch with Mark Odegard.\u00a0 Mark’s a Woolly, … Continue reading Lunch<\/span>