Lullaby moon
Originally uploaded by Corprew / Zeitgeist
Packing the cube and the camp went really well today, but towards the end of the day I saw evidence of the tiredness that will make assembling this structure at burning man so exciting. I am very glad that I got the full set of safety gear for people, as some of the mishaps even today were alarming/funny.
Went to Lullaby Moon on Thursday, it was simply incredible. It started in Pike place market, went down the streets in a huge procession and through a couple venues including the Seattle Art Museum and the lobby of Benaroya Hall on its way to Harbor Steps. Pictured is the organizer of Lullaby Moon (99% sure) in a bunny suit. At harbor steps, there was a huge performance with formal dancing and audience involvement and random fun. It was great, and I’m glad that things have arranged themselves to make it easier to make the rest.
I skipped a show on Friday against the better advice of someone I should listen to and getting ready for the Company Picnic kept me from making the Nature Consortium / Cabiri event on Saturday. I did watch more Deadwood with G- and also attended ’s welcome home party for an hour or two.
Good weekend, Burning Man continues to be scheduled inconveniently this year.
MarkaShop
Originally uploaded by Corprew / Zeitgeist
As part of the prep for making the 15′ on a side rubik’s cube, we cleaned Mark A’s shop this weekend. Those of you who are familiar with Mark’s shop will be alarmed by the change from its earlier state, so I figured I’d post it.
Killer Whale
Originally uploaded by Meh heh eh…!
BIG ASS WHALE JUMPING OUT OF WATER (Jan 1 – Dec 31)
Things are basically okay. Beware of Velociraptors. One time someone told me some sort of anecdote that seemed to mean something but it turned out not to. Look away from everyday life and toward the swirls of the chaotic universe reflected in your peanut butter. There are no flying fish.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Man of the Fort Story, Va. coastal defense (LOC)
Originally uploaded by The Library of Congress
He prayeth best, who loveth best
All things both great and small;
For the dear God who loveth us,
He made and loveth all.
The Mariner, whose eye is bright,
Whose beard with age is hoar,
Is gone: and now the Wedding-Guest
Turned from the bridegroom’s door.
He went like one that hath been stunned,
And is of sense forlorn:
A sadder and a wiser man,
He rose the morrow morn.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Musical stars Madge Elliott and Cyril Ritchard’s wedding, St Mary’s Cathedral, Sydney, 1935 / photograph by Sam Hood
Originally uploaded by State Library of New South Wales
To walk together to the kirk,
And all together pray,
While each to his great Father bends,
Old men, and babes, and loving friends,
And youths and maidens gay!
Farewell, farewell! but this I tell
To thee, thou Wedding-Guest!
He prayeth well, who loveth well
Both man and bird and beast.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
[Eleanor Wilson, daughter of Woodrow Wilson, with her sister Jessie and others] (LOC)
Originally uploaded by The Library of Congress
O Wedding-Guest! this soul hath been
Alone on a wide wide sea:
So lonely ’twas, that God Himself
Scarce seemed there to be.
O sweeter than the marriage-feast,
‘Tis sweeter far to me,
To walk together to the kirk
With a goodly company! -
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Belvidere Street
Originally uploaded by The Library of Virginia
I pass, like night, from land to land;
I have strange power of speech;
That moment that his face I see,
I know the man that must hear me:
To him my tale I teach.
What loud uproar bursts from that door!
The wedding-guests are there:
But in the garden-bower the bride
And bride-maids singing are:
And hark the little vesper bell,
Which biddeth me to prayer!
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Catholic theatre, detective story
Originally uploaded by The Library of Virginia
Forthwith this frame of mine was wrenched
With a woeful agony,
Which forced me to begin my tale;
And then it left me free.
Since then, at an uncertain hour,
That agony returns:
And till my ghastly tale is told,
This heart within me burns.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Hindu Priest – India (LOC)
Originally uploaded by The Library of Congress
And now, all in my own countree,
I stood on the firm land!
The Hermit stepped forth from the boat,
And scarcely he could stand.
‘O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!’
The Hermit crossed his brow.
‘Say quick,’ quoth he, ‘I bid thee say -
What manner of man art thou?’
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
[Stanford University crew rowing on Hudson River with Poughkeepsie Bridge, New York, in background] (LOC)
Originally uploaded by The Library of Congress
I moved my lips – the Pilot shrieked
And fell down in a fit;
The holy Hermit raised his eyes,
And prayed where he did sit.
I took the oars: the Pilot’s boy,
Who now doth crazy go,
Laughed loud and long, and all the while
His eyes went to and fro.
‘Ha! ha!’ quoth he, ‘full plain I see,
The Devil knows how to row.’
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Whirlpool Galaxy (M51): A Classic Beauty (A spiral galaxy 31 million light years from Earth.)
Originally uploaded by Smithsonian Institution
Stunned by that loud and dreadful sound,
Which sky and ocean smote,
Like one that hath been seven days drowned
My body lay afloat;
But swift as dreams, myself I found
Within the Pilot’s boat.
Upon the whirl, where sank the ship,
The boat spun round and round;
And all was still, save that the hill
Was telling of the sound.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
TITANIC life boats on way to CARPATHIA (LOC)
Originally uploaded by The Library of Congress
The boat came closer to the ship,
But I nor spake nor stirred;
The boat came close beneath the ship,
And straight a sound was heard.
Under the water it rumbled on,
Still louder and more dread:
It reached the ship, it split the bay;
The ship went down like lead.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Skeleton of sea-elephant & Harold Hamilton
Originally uploaded by State Library of New South Wales
Brown skeletons of leaves that lag
My forest-brook along;
When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow,
And the owlet whoops to the wolf below,
That eats the she-wolf’s young.’
‘Dear Lord! it hath a fiendish look -
(The Pilot made reply)
I am a-feared’ – ‘Push on, push on!’
Said the Hermit cheerily.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Cornell crew (LOC)
Originally uploaded by The Library of Congress
The skiff-boat neared: I heard them talk,
‘Why this is strange, I trow!
Where are those lights to many and fair,
That signal made but now?’
‘Strange, by my faith!’ the Hermit said -
‘And they answered not our cheer!
The planks look warped! and see those sails,
How thin they are and sere!
I never saw aught like to them,
Unless perchance it were
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Farm Security Administration borrower, vicinity of Frederiksted, St. Croix, Virgin Islands (LOC)
Originally uploaded by The Library of Congress
PART THE SEVENTH
“This hermit good lives in that wood
Which slopes down to the sea.
How loudly his sweet voice he rears!
He loves to talk with mariners
That come from a far countree.
He kneels at morn, and noon, and eve -
He hath a cushion plump:
It is the moss that wholly hides
The rotted old oak-stump.