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Jeremiah 23:23 “Am I a God who is near,” declares the LORD, “And not a God far off?”
Those who refuse to stand up for their rights will enable tyranny in the end.
If you look closely, you can see stars in the sky!
It was a beautiful night to sit on the covered porch and watch this storm come through.
We ended up with an inch and a half of rain by 9am the next morning.
The remnants of the old docks line the bay at Fayette. The faroff cliff is made of limestone, it's the Niagara Escarpment.
August garden journal shots. Very dry, some hotter than normal days.
Shot for faroff so as not to disturb her. Ms Hummy seemed to be eating either the fresh seed pods or insects on them.
My first guess would be insects. I know they eat them in addition to nectar
vue NE depuis le château d'Ortenbourg sur la plaine d'Alsace et ses vignobles
Scherwiller à droite et la forêt Noire au loin
la flèche de la cathédrale de Strasbourg se distingue sur l'horizon gauche
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NE view from Ortenbourgcastle on Alsace plain and its vineyards
Scherwiller town on the right and the Black Forest (Germany) in faroff
the spire of Strasbourg Cathedral stands out on the left horizon
Shot with the Viltrox adaptor and Canon 400mm F4 DO lens.. .
The ship was 9km (5.5 miles) behind the kite surfer
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Take me down, 6 underground,
The ground beneath your feet,
Laid out low, nothing to go
Nowhere a way to meet
I've got a head full of drought,
Down here, so faroff losing out
Round here,
Overground, watch this space,
I'm open to falling from grace
Calm me down, bring it round
Too way high off your street
I can see like nothing else
In me you're better than I wannabe
Don't think 'cos I understand,
I care, don't think 'cos I'm talking we're friends,
Overground, watch this space,
I'm open to falling from grace
Talk me down, safe and sound
Too strung up to sleep
Wear me out, scream and shout
Swear my time's never cheap
I fake my life like I've lived
Too much, I take whatever you're given
Not enough,
Overground, watch this space,
I'm open to falling from grace.
canyon du Jabron vu du pont de Sautet à proximité de Trigance
au second plan, la clue de Chasteuil et le sommet de Robion 1660m à l'extrême droite
au fond, le sommet de Pré Chauvin 1741m (les cadières de Brandits non visibles)
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Jabron canyon seen from Sautet bridge near Trigance
in the background, Chasteuil clue and Robion summit 1660m on the far right
faroff background, Pré Chauvin summit 1741m
This snow moon was the micromoon which took place at the most far-off position from the earth in 2024.
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DON'T GO FAR OFF, NOT EVEN FOR A DAY
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.
-Pablo Neruda
You appear as my soul, as the butterfly’s dreaming,
And you appear as Sadness’s word.
I like you calm, as if you were distant,
You are a moaning, a butterfly’s cooing.
You hear me far-off, my voice does not reach you.
Let me be calmed, then, calmed by your silence.
Let me commune, then, commune with your silence,
Clear as a light, and pure as a ring...
You are like night, calmed, constellated.
-Pablo Neruda, Nobel Laureate, Chilean Poet (1904-1973)
So you can now click here for ALL the 432 mostly-shit photos from my 2012 Interrail trip! 8D ... IT COULD BE WORSE
I had slept some on the regrettably short train ride from Berlin to Hamburg, and could handle 1 more station-night. :) The station was full of wild scary football fans whose team appeared to have won that day. McDong was open 24-7, offering a loo, a central nervous system stimulant, a pleasant temperature, and a chance to sleep for FIVE WHOLE SWEET EXOTIC SECONDS!
1. The tea was fucking disgusting. And I didn't get a lid (greenly), so I could have stumbled and burned someone to death on my way to the table.
2. Employees went around poking them dayum bums who dared to doze off in their establishment. Didn't get to me though; I kind of:
a) hid between a couple of bags
b) leaned my head in my hands
c) had the book in front of me...
Heeheehee.
#TakingUpTheirSpace
#WearingOutTheirUncomfyBarstool
Bad news was, people had to keep passing close behind me (somehow creepy) + the occasional piss-waft came wafting from the nearby loo.
3. I'd brought 2 books on my trip. I only started reading "Big Sur" on this final night. AAAAAAAAAAARGH. (A packing-lesson.) It's about alcoholism and adorable nonhumans and stuff. Quote about a mule:
"... So I feed Alf the last of my apples which he receives with big faroff teeth inside his soft hairy muzzle, never biting, just muffing up my apple from my outstretched palm, and chomping away sadly, turning to scratch his behind against a tree with a big erotic motion that gets worse and worse till finally he's standing there with erectile dong that would scare the Whore of Babylon let alone me."
4. In the morning I slept a bit on a back-breakin chair down on the platform while waiting for my train to Copenhagen. An earlier train came in and the kind fucker next to me pokes my sleepcorpse, going "Are you OK? Is this your train?" Fuck...
5. I had gone back to sleep when some boyteen walked by and screamed just to wake me up. I hope his foot got chopped in a freight-hopping accident later that day. In any case, he didn't keep me awake for long. HOWD'YA LIKE THAT, ASSHOLE?! MUAHAHAHAHA!!!
6. I'm uploading this on November 25, i.e. exactly 6 months after the beginning of my trip! :)
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Segunda versão que fiz pro flyer da primeira Club Soda, nova festa do Beto e Sal na Fosfobox, que estréia com o Faroff. Hoje, por sinal!
a friend invited me to be part of an artists group, a "salon" where we can all get together and share ideas and work on meaningful projects. it was so much fun and really got my juices going, but as always, i struggled with a concept.
never fear, an idea appeared in my dreams.
i love to travel, always have and always will. i have not been to many exotic, faroff lands, but i consider going to the beach or the next town over traveling of sorts. anywhere that isn't home has ALWAYS felt like a journey, an expedition, but most of all, an adventure.
the places i go, the places i've been are a path to where i want to be.
(the title is an adaptation from the book "breakfast at tiffany's". the name plate on her mailbox read, "holly golightly, traveling.")
Dasht-e-tanhaayee mein
Aye jaan-e-jahaan larzan hai
Teri aawaaz ke saaye
Tere honton ke seraab
Dasht-e-tanhayee mein
Doori ke khas-o-khaak talei
Khil rahe hain tere pehlu ke saman aur gulaab
Dasht-e-tanhayee mein
Aye jaan-e-jahaan larzan hai
Dasht-e-tanhayee mein
Uth rahi hai kahin qurbat se
Teri saans ki aanch
Apni khushboo mein sulaghti huee
Maddham, maddham…
Door ufaq paar chamakti hui
qatra qatra…
Mil rahi hai teri dildaar nazar ki shabnam
Dasht-e-tanhayee mein
Aye jaan-e-jahan larzaan hai
Dasht-e-tanhayee mein
Is qadar pyaar se
Aye jaan-e-jahaan rakkha hai
Dil ke rukhsaar pe is waqt
Teri yaad ne haath
Yunh ghumaan hota hai
Garje hai abhi subh-e-firaaq
Dhal gaya hijr ka din Aaa bhi gayi wasl-ki-raat
Dasht-e-tanhayee mein
Aye jaan-e-jahan larzaan hai
Teri aawaaz ke saaye
Tere honton ke seraab
Dasht-e-tanhayee mein
Aye jaan-e-jahan larzaan hai
Lowrance's Garden 2008
Starting dates, titles, authors, and some comments / quotes that I could think of. (The best books have been linked to their own pages on Amazon.) Scroll down to books 18 and 16 if you're short of time! :9
4-Mar-2012: 1. "The Zahir" by Paulo Coelho
11-Mar-2012: 2. "Giving: How each of us can change the world" by Bill Clinton
Fave! I remember Clinton was in my town once and did a book-signing event in a Totally Normal Bookshop. Wish I'd gone there. D: If you like or are interested in this book, you may also like "The life you can save" by Peter Singer! :D
24-Mar-2012: 3. "Egalias döttrar" by Gerd Brantenberg
Fave! English title: "Egalia's daughters: A satire of the sexes". It's from the 70's, and a big fun "How would you like it if..." question.
27-Mar-2012: 4. "On the road: The original scroll" by Jack Kerouac
The uncensored version, which was published in 2007... I had seen "On the road" mentioned in a couple of other books and got curious. And as I was "planning" an epic North American trip (2013, YEAH?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!), I thought I'd better check this out (since it would suck to return home and THEN read the cult book and maybe become a huge fangirl and scream "AW MAN I SHOULD HAVE GONE TO THAT KEWL SPOT THAT I'M SURE HASN'T EVEN BEEN DEMOLISHED SINCE 1947!!!!!!1"). It was pretty fun (as was the little 2012 movie), and I eventually decided to read his 400000000 other books as well.
5-Apr-2012: 5. "River out of Eden: A Darwinian view of life" by Richard Dawkins
Dawkins is always a good read. I had heard that this little book doesn't really mention anything one won't find in his other books, but I have to... collect the whole set, dammit. And refresh my biology. :p
14-Apr-2012: 6. "The Dharma bums" by Jack Kerouac
Fave! Well, there's quite a bit of stuff about Buddhism... and stuff... that I didn't... ahem... get... :p But word around the campfire is there are worse things than Buddhism. :B *wink* *wink* *wink* In any case, this books is said to have ignited the "rucksack revolution" and if that means the hobby of backpacking, I can see why. :D
"And as I say, that hummingbird, a beautiful little blue hummingbird no bigger than a dragonfly, kept making a whistling jet dive at me, definitely saying hello to me, every day, usually in the morning, and I always yelled back at him a greeting. Finally he began to hover in the open window of the shack, buzzing there with his furious wings, looking at me beadily, then, flash, he was gone. That California humming guy...
Though sometimes I was afraid he would drive right into my head with his long beaker like a hatpin." x)
19-Apr-2012: 7. "The town and the city" by Jack Kerouac
The first novel he published.
8-May-2012: 8. "The sea is my brother" by Jack Kerouac
A short early novel, and many letters from his youth.
28-May-2012: 9. "Lonesome traveler" by Jack Kerouac
I read it on mah travels. Hardcore quote from little Mexican village:
"And when I wanted to go to the john I was directed to an ancient stone seat which overlorded the entire village like some king's throne and there I had to sit in full sight of everybody, it was completely in the open - mothers passing by smiled politely, children stared with fingers in mouth, young girls hummed at their work."
22-Jun-2012: 10. "Big Sur" by Jack Kerouac
My second fave Jack book so far? Cute non-humans abound. ^_^ Here's a mule quote you may recognize from elsewhere on my Flickr:
"... So I feed Alf the last of my apples which he receives with big faroff teeth inside his soft hairy muzzle, never biting, just muffing up my apple from my outstretched palm, and chomping away sadly, turning to scratch his behind against a tree with a big erotic motion that gets worse and worse till finally he's standing there with erectile dong that would scare the Whore of Babylon let alone me."
6-Jul-2012: 11. "Visions of Gerard" by Jack Kerouac
About his kind dead brother. Actually part 1 in the "Duluoz legend", but I guess 99.99999999999999999999% of readers start with "On the road" and that works out too...
14-Jul-2012: 12. "Doctor Sax" by Jack Kerouac
"So one night, from the Phebe house, we walked Blanche (who later in such a walk insisted on bringing my dog Beauty because she's afraid of the dark and as the little beast escorted her home it rushed out and got run over by Roger Carrufel of Pawtucketville who was somehow driving an Austin tinycar that night and the low bumper killed it, previously on Salem Street at Joe's lawn door it got run over by an ordinary car but rolled with the wheels and never got hurt - I heard the news of its death at precisely that moment in my life when I was lying in bed finding out that my tool had sensations in the tip - they yelled up to me thru the transom, 'Ton chien est mort! (Your dog is dead!)' and they brought it home dying - on the kitchen floor we and Blanche and Carrufel with hat in hand watch Beauty die, Beauty dies the night I discover sex, they wonder why I'm mad -) ..."
29-Jul-2012: 13. "Baby driver: A story about myself" by Jan Kerouac
Jack's wild and independent daughter (1952-1996), whom he met twice. Wish I were as rootless and competent as she was. :p
"I was often deluged, in those days, by a feeling of fabulous freedom. Lasting only an instant, it washed over me like a bucket of cold water, reminding me I was no longer simply a housewife. John had never intended for me to become one; it was a role I had climbed into myself. For three years it had been a lovely change from being a juvenile delinquent. But now I could really sense a page turning - even remember looking out in my mind's eye toward Santa Fe and the rest of the general direction south, and seeing things laid out in the future - nothing in particular, but an immensely inviting vacuum waiting to be filled."
4-Aug-2012: 14. "Trainsong" by Jan Kerouac
The continuation of the above story. The edition I got also includes some interviews and photos. Btw, I believe Jan's books have gone out of print. I was able to find used copies and, contrary to my habit, I refrained from underlining or margin-scrawling. JUST SAYIN! *cough* *cough* *hums jolly little pirate tune* ... UPDATE: In 2013 I visited the little Beat Museum in San Francisco, and saw Jan's books (and a biography or two) in their shop.
16-Aug-2012: 15. "Maggie Cassidy" by Jack Kerouac
29-Aug-2012: 16. "The better angels of our nature: Why violence has declined" by Steven Pinker
Fave! THE MYTH-DESTRUCTION!!! THE ATTITUDE CHANGES!!! THE EXPERIMENTS!!! THE IDEAS!!! THE TRICKS!!! 8D I would say this was the second most important book I read this year. I'd come across a couple of articles on the decline of murder and war before, but this is A BIT more detailed.
In short, Pinker writes of the following: Six trends ("The Pacification Process" + "the Civilizing Process" + "the Humanitarian Revolution" + "the Long Peace" + "the New Peace" + "the Rights Revolutions"), five "inner demons" (predatory or instrumental violence + dominance + revenge + sadism + ideology), four "better angels" (empathy + self-control + the moral sense + reason), and five historical forces ("The Leviathan" + commerce + feminization + cosmopolitanism + "the escalator of reason").
He does point out that "the Animal Rights Revolution has been partly canceled out by another development, the Broiler Chicken Revolution." :/
17-Oct-2012: 17. "Vanity of Duluoz" by Jack Kerouac
Possibly my third fave Jack book so far, unless I forgot too much of "On the road". :)
"... so they ambulance me to the nut hatch. Where I'm greeted by a colloquial questionnaire in which is recorded the fact that I've had the highest IQ intelligence rating in the history of friggin Newport RI Naval Base and therefore I'm suspect. As being, mind you, an 'officer in the American Communist Party'."
28-Oct-2012: 18. "Practical ethics: Third edition" by Peter Singer
Fave! Probably the most important book I read this year. Peter Singer is pretty much the most logical and BULLSHIT-FREE person in the universe (of which he should be president). :D When I disagree with him, it's in an "Oh well, whatever" way. This book covers many walks of life such as abortion, environmentalism, charity, and animal rights.
"The belief that issues about humans should always take precedence over issues about animals reflects a popular prejudice against taking the interests of animals seriously - a prejudice no better founded than the prejudice of white slave owners against taking seriously the interests of their African slaves. It is easy for us to criticize the prejudices of our grandfathers, from which our fathers freed themselves. It is more difficult to search for prejudices among the beliefs and values we hold. What is needed now is a willingness to follow the arguments where they lead, without a prior assumption that the issue is not worth our attention."
"In humans, prior to about eighteen weeks of gestation, the cerebral cortex is not sufficiently developed for synaptic connections to take place within it – in other words, the signals that give rise to pain in an adult are not being received. Between eighteen and twenty-five weeks, the brain of the fetus reaches a stage at which there is some nerve transmission in those parts associated with consciousness. Even then, however, the fetus appears to be in a persistent state of sleep and, therefore, may not be able to perceive pain. The fetus begins to 'wake up' at a gestational age of around thirty weeks. This is, of course, well beyond the stage of viability, and a 'fetus' that was alive and outside the womb at this stage would be a premature baby and not a fetus at all. … Fortunately, the overwhelming majority of abortions are performed much earlier than eighteen weeks – in the United States, over 85 percent of abortions are done in the first trimester, that is, when the fetus is less than thirteen weeks old. Therefore, most abortions are unlikely to involve any experience of pain for the fetus."
20-Nov-2012: 19. "Visions of Cody" by Jack Kerouac
"Well, Masturbation. There's absolutely no sense whatever in lettin your pants down à la shittin and then, cause you're too lazy to get up, or make other shifts, simply milk the cow (with appropriate thoughts) and let the milk at its sweet keen pitch spurt downward, between thighs, when the urge at that moment is upward, onward, out, straining, to make everything come out as though gathering it from all corners of the loins to purse it out the shivering push bone - No, with the thing flapping and milking below, not only that the seat cover restricting the natural quiver-bow jump of the cock - at the great moment there is a sudden sorrow 'cause you can't push in, out, over, onward, at it - but just sit dumbly (like a man sits down to piss) oozing below for miserable hygiene and convenience's sake in an awkward woebegone, in fact castrated with legs-tangled-in-pants position and dumb shirt tails hanging à la shit - and barely missing the real draining kick and ending up having done nothing but clean out the loins as if you'd stuck a dry rag in there and pull-mopped out your life's desire." o_O
21-Dec-2012: 20. "The hidden reality: Parallel universes and the deep laws of the cosmos" by Brian Greene
Fave! Well, I haven't got that far into it yet, and half expect him to lose me completely 5 pages from now... BUT... even if that happens, it may be THE BRUTALEST MINDFUCK I've ever read. (Update: Chapters 2 and 10, at least. :B ) I liked "The elegant universe" and "The fabric of the cosmos" too, but this book seems like the most interesting one. :D I hated physics class, but Greene's books are math-free. (There's some math in the notes for people who haz teh smart.) He'll say "The math shows this and this" and offer an analogy with something familiar.
"The subject of parallel universes is highly speculative. No experiment or observation has established that any version of the idea is realized in nature. So my point in writing this book is not to convince you that we're part of a multiverse. I'm not convinced - and, speaking generally, no one should be convinced - of anything not supported by hard data. That said, I find it both curious and compelling that numerous developments in physics, if followed sufficiently far, bump into some variation on the parallel-universe theme. It's not that physicists are standing ready, multiverse nets in their hands, seeking to snare any passing theory that might be slotted, however awkwardly, into a parallel-universe paradigm. Rather, all of the parallel-universe proposals that we will take seriously emerge unbidden from the mathematics of theories developed to explain conventional data and observations."
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The Web Site the Meat Industry Doesn't Want You to See.
Please watch Earthlings.
Tonight i spent a quiet and delicious hour or two on top of a windy, weedy hill with just a camera and a tripod. I listened to the faroff sounds of city, the roar of highways and the cry of emergency vehicles. The moon effortlessly rose and signaled my time to go home.
Every day should have a bit of magic. Tonight, this was mine.
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The confetti scene at about 1:30 into the new year. With most of the drunks pushed off into the Port Authority, we walked down there. DSNY trucks rev across Father Duffy Square. Cops from faroff precincts huddle round for the night's last prayer outside of ToysRUs. Somehow a mild spring mist is in the air, like Time got confused by the countdown and skipped a third of a year at midnight. Back at the apartment I had tracked in some bits of paper on my shoe: One said Peace, on the back was the Target logo. Good night, Ryan Secrest; you really did a good job this time.
(1 in a multiple picture set)
This is a cropped in shot from the preceding picture, showing Broken Top Mountain above the lava beds of the Newberry National Volcanic Monument. The picture is not enhanced. The conditions made the faroff mountains seem ghostlike and pale.
The little cares that fretted me
I lost them all today
Among the sand and sagebrush
And whirligigs at play.
While yellow poppies nodded
To a far and distant tune
Coyotes started singing
Atop a faroff dune.
As silent rainclouds gathered
Beyond a distant ridge
Small lizards ran for shelter
Upon a rocky ledge.
Bright flowers left me smiling
In spite of sand-filled air;
So now I rest much better
Within my easy chair.
Charlotte Geier
3-16-2003
Along an obscure trail in Jay Cooke Park, there is this Historical Marker. Kind of interesting being so far off the beaten path, but a nice bit of history of the area!
The Grand Portage of the St. Louis River
Imagine that you are Jean Baptiste Gagnon, a French Canadian voyageur. It is June, 1800, and you serve the North West Company which dominates the regional fur trade. Some days, you paddle a heavily laden birch bark canoe from early morning til night. Most days, you eat boiled corn and grease; once in a while, there is wild rice or a little pemmican. Now you must lift at least two heavy packs of trade goods and start trotting over the long portage of nineteen poses! Sacre! There will be aching backs and sore legs tonight in camp. And it will take at least three, perhaps seven days to carry all of the canoes, packs, and supplies over this rough portage!
Ah, but the job of portaging is not a continual test of strength and will. There is time to rest and smoke my pipe. We will sing chansons around our campfire tonight and talk about the young ladies back in faroff Quebec. Soon, we will be paddling on the broad Mississippi River enroute to the lake where we will build a trading post and spend the winter. There, we will assist in trading with the Ojibway Indians for their furs. Our work won't be so hard then; there will be time to rest and grow strong again.
The first pause (pose) (pipe): The grand Portage began on a river flat a short distance west of the St. louis-Carlton County boundary. This point was also a short distance east of the mouth of the Little River. At the start of the portage, it was necessary to climb a steep clay hill about seven stories high by means of hand and foot holds in the clay. The first pause (pose) (pipe) was on top of this hill.
A 20 pause, pose, pipe was about 10 miles long, a pause being about a half mile long, after your work was done, the hauling for a half mile, you got a break, a pause, a pose, or time to smoke your pipe.
The photo that follows, river on fire, is the location of this historical marker! : )