Friday, February 24, 2012

A Day, a Week and then Paris


Morning, 7am: Chez Bon, smell the fleurs, soak beans so there's something to eat later, revel in the sunshine as it streams in, (thank whomever for landing us a place with this much light), walk around aimlessly for a few minutes, book tickets to Paris which purchase has been procrastinated until the last possible minute all the while cursing mileage tickets that offer the worst combination of flights say, NYC-Dallas-Zurich-Paris but think how many miles that would rack up until coming to senses, think how nice the design of the Paris metro map is, think about going to Morocco after Paris, morning dishes, walk into studio...

10am: work straight through til lunch, fill orders, brainstorm new collection, figure stuff out, kick off a little early since every day's been jam packed with waiting for design inspiration, sniffing it out, feel it coming on, finally breaking through, making it happen and then on top there's sorting tax crap, getting shop orders out and walking around aimlessly.

Lunch time: look through David Austin catalog, both curse P. and love P. for getting me hooked on this beautiful rose stuff, take this opportunity to decide on some climbers to go up the tiny fire escape because frankly, it will cheer me up to see them climb and if there's a fire, what's a few thorns in your ass between neighbors as long as its aesthetically pleeeezing?

4:30pm: Wind down into late afternoon at Chez nous, plan out the next week until my flight, map out a birthday adventure for Jim, think about my dearth of clothing, veer into evening mode and a quiet one at home before leaving les plantes et les chats with the greatest chat/plante sitter ever* 


Wind it on down, get ready for what's in France for me...

Monday, February 13, 2012

For Whitney Houston, Supernova, with Love


For Whitney Houston, goodbye, the small core, your powerful voice, your artistry, you leave us everything, a remnant large enough for this new black hole. You will be missed.

{Life Cycle}
...Young stars at this stage are called protostars. As they develop they accumulate mass from the clouds around them and grow into what are known as main sequence stars. Main sequence stars like our own sun exist in a state of nuclear fusion during which they will emit energy for billions of years by converting hydrogen to helium.
Stars evolve over billions of years. When their main sequence phase ends they pass through other states of existence according to their size and other characteristics. The larger a star's mass, the shorter its lifespan will be.

As stars move toward the end of their lives much of their hydrogen has been converted to helium. Helium sinks to the star's core and raises the star's temperature—causing its outer shell to expand. These large, swelling stars are known as red giants.

The red giant phase is actually a prelude to a star shedding its outer layers and becoming a small, dense body called a white dwarf. White dwarfs cool for billions of years, until they eventually go dark and produce no energy. At this point, which scientists have yet to observe, such stars become known as black dwarfs.

A few stars eschew this evolutionary path and instead go out with a bang—detonating as supernovae. These violent explosions leave behind a small core that may become a neutron star or even, if the remnant is large enough, a black hole.


photo credit: Larry Landolfi

Friday, February 3, 2012

A Long Time and Growing a Little at a Time


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Today I am waking up in front of something new. 
Last night, I remembered that I've been writing down things in this blog since January 2007. Years later, at a slow pace, the water still flows, we move with it without much choice, Our Destiny is Stone Golden. Seems like a long time when you put it that way. Things were practically analog back then. So much has happened to us all in those years: babies have been born to some, sometimes two. Books have been published, sometimes two. People have tried hard, struggled, accomplished, given up. Companies have grown beyond wildest dreams, we have traveled and journeyed, We've made friendships, sometimes bonding stronger than we could have imagined, we have grown roses and figs together, we have lost things incredibly important to us only to find we could take solace here with each other, our faces have changed, our bodies have changed, our minds have changed.
Right after I remembered how long this blog has been alive and waxed nostalgic about it, (this blog should be in the first grade by now) I thought of this:

 mom & brother kerbis
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My uncle Curt, my mother's brother, who lives in the house behind hers turned 90 in December. He is an expert at growing bonsai, a retirement hobby I think, is how it started. There are about 25 little trees in his backyard. He carefully prunes them with tiny shears and when it's Spring he calls me over to see the minute azaleas blooming or when it's fall he says, come look at the Japanese maple leaves-"how they've changed color! That's something right?" 
I grew up with these, like ancient worlds in miniature, created by a giant, and I could never help but touch the leaves, explore inside the branches, search along the small rolling expanse of moss where the roots tangle along and there are small mail-ordered ceramic houses with curling rooftops, imagining the Samurai at rest or the philosopher in his window:
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A Farewell To Secretary Shuyun At The Xietiao Villa In Xuanzhou
Since yesterday had to throw me and bolt,
Today has hurt my heart even more.
The autumn wild geese have a long wind for escort
As I face them from this villa, drinking my wine.
The bones of great writers are your brushes, in the School of Heaven,
And I am a Lesser Xie growing up by your side.
We both are exalted to distant thought,
Aspiring to the sky and the bright moon.
But since water still flows, though we cut it with our swords,
And sorrows return, though we drown them with wine,
Since the world can in no way answer our craving,
I will loosen my hair tomorrow and take to a fishing boat. 

Next week I say goodbye to Vanessa, an era will end, a new one will begin.

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