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.. as for "Rodgers".. as far as I can tell (and according to several sources), that's how the man's name is spelled.. odd..

... as for empathy, Casey, perhaps you've never devoted yourself to the care taking of others.. women probably understand this better than men do (speaking very generally, of course).. but women do tend to be the care givers of this world.. and yes, this can be a "draining" experience.. (oy)..

.. Alright, need to make some dinner and get back to work.. I look forward to the night shots..

v i o l e t (flower).. drained by Caseyisms.. and looking to "replenish" with a bit of.. oh, **ck it, whiskey.. (.. hmm.. must be my choice of the word "shots"..).. (night shots, at that)...

Violet: ".. you know, having spoken of doubles before, I might point out how much I love Rogders and Hart.. especially Hart’s lyrics.. and especially this refrain.. (let me use your blue-ishness to couch this, Casey..)

I do believe it was a Violet-typo.

You see how dangerous this method of communication can be, just by jousting in juxtaposition you could start World War III, wondering what went wrong afterwards.

I have no defense against reverse sexism involving the superiority of women. Hopefully you intuitively know my ragging is good-natured fun, I have a ragged sense of humour that's lost on a lot of people, it's true. I'll lay off textual 'caseyisms' if I catch them first. I can't promise anything about photographic content, though... "They are [our] art."

It was a pastel evening at 8000 feet - 4 or 5 thousand above Cedar City tonight:






As we came down the mountain, I spotted another one of those Utah oddly-worded signs that somehow struck our funny bones, sunset in the background.



I'll practice under these partial moons until it comes around again.

Casey

v i o l e t (flower).. drained by Caseyisms.. and looking to "replenish" with a bit of.. oh, **ck it, whiskey.. (.. hmm.. must be my choice of the word "shots"..).. (night shots, at that)...

Whiskey's good!
I'm with you, sipping life, Violet.

MatbbgJ

I doubt I'll ever figure out why thinking differently is shunned here. It's the last place I'd have expected things to be that way.

Worse than that, to constantly have to re-introduce oneself as though every day was the first day here... Well...

"Caseyisms"? Sorry sorry sorry! I aplogize... I aplogize... But I am me...

If you ever go across the sea to Ireland
Then maybe at the closing of your day
You will sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh
And see the sun go down on Galway Bay...

For the strangers came and tried to teach us their way
They scorned us just for being what we are
But they might as well go chasing after moonbeams
Or light a penny candle from a star

And if there is gonna to be a life hereafter
And somehow I am sure there's gonna be
I will ask my God to let me make my heaven
In that dear land across the Irish sea

Casey (Jewish Irishman).. drained by strangers.. and looking to "replenish" with a bit of.. oh, **ck it, Coca Cola.. (Still trying my best... Still a witness...).

A midnight practice nightshot, clouds lit by the lights of St George since the moon at this point doesn't rise until later...

And it came out a third Roadrunner...



... On the other hand, that could be the same Roadrunner that the other two were... are...

Anyway, I'll get better at this night picture taking. :-)

Casey

mat james wrote:

v i o l e t (flower).. drained by Caseyisms.. and looking to "replenish" with a bit of.. oh, **ck it, whiskey.. (.. hmm.. must be my choice of the word "shots"..).. (night shots, at that)...

Whiskey's good!
I'm with you, sipping life, Violet.

MatbbgJ

Hi Mat.. hi Mr. C…

Mat, to go with all that life we’ve been sipping together, I thought I’d post Casey’s lovely Irish poem with the only picture, Casey, I thought possible for us to use in order that we might pretend we're in Ireland.. maybe the landscape is a bit too dramatic for Ireland.. although I do know about those cliffs lining the Irish sea.. Anyway, your picture’s nice and darkly greenish..

If you ever go across the sea to Ireland
Then maybe at the closing of your day
You will sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh
And see the sun go down on Galway Bay...

For the strangers came and tried to teach us their way
They scorned us just for being what we are
But they might as well go chasing after moonbeams
Or light a penny candle from a star

And if there is gonna to be a life hereafter
And somehow I am sure there's gonna be
I will ask my God to let me make my heaven
In that dear land across the Irish sea

[Author.. unknown to this transcriber]


Casey.. before jumping to those sour-pus conclusions of yours, just know I’ve been burning the midnight oil, trying to get something done before I turn into a pumpkin -- or worse.. a drained pumpkin, perhaps..

Oh, and look up Rodgers.. (of Rodgers & Hart).. (that is, if my word is’na good enough for yuh).. (geez..)..

Oh, and Elizabeth, I’ve changed my mind.. maybe Casey didn’t get enough spankings.. in which case, you’re to bake him the same apple pie, only hold the honey, the sugar and the currants (while keeping the undercurrents) (and use especially tart apples).. and should he break out in hives.. oh, forget that part.. you should probably do whatever witchy thing it is you do, if he breaks out in hives.. (I can’t bear the thought of someone suffering.. even someone in need of spankings..)..

Okay.. I’m looking forward to some more night photos, Casey.. especially once the moon is full..

.. oh, wait.. this photo in particular makes me wish I’d read that whole copious book I have right here on my book shelf about the history of Daniel Boone… maybe I'll finally read it now.. The famed king of the wild frontier started out in what’s now Pennsylvania.. that much I know… [later note.. as you'll see below.. Casey corrected me on this.. Davy Crockett is the famed king of the wild frontier (as the song goes).. and now I'm left wondering if there isn't such a song for poor Daniel]..


.. now this one's very dark.. and not even blue.. but..

… oh, Mat.. could you pass that bottle over here?.. oh, and C., maybe try a little rum in that Coca Cola.... and we'll all wait for the sunrise.. as I put on this old tune.. nice 'n scratchy on this ol' record player..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ebBhP7j122E
FULL SCREEN…

If you hear
A song in blue
Like a flower crying
For the dew
That was my heart serenading you
My prelude to a kiss

If you hear a song that grows
From my tender sentimental woes
That was my heart trying to compose
A prelude to a kiss

Though its just a simple melody
With nothing fancy
Nothing much
You could turn it to a symphony
A Shubert tune with a Gershwin touch

Oh how my love song gently cries
For the tenderness within your eyes
My love is a prelude that never dies
A prelude to a kiss

(bridge)

Though its just a simple melody
With nothing fancy
Nothing much
You could turn it to a symphony
A Shubert tune with a Gershwin touch

Oh how my love song so gently cries
For the tenderness within your eyes
My love is a prelude that never dies
A prelude to a kiss

.. [Billie Holiday's rendition of Duke Ellington's Prelude to a Kiss..] ...

.. okay.. I’m actually teetotalling again (since my b’day weekend, that is).. and having an (English) Breakfast tea.. but thinking of that far off emerald isle nonetheless.. yes, that magical land of the faeries.. (and a certain dankish-devilish knight, who somehow managed to capture my girlish.. day-dreamish.. fancy..) ..
signed(ish),
princess v i o l e t (flower)..

.. oh.. I guess I’ve lost my train of thought, Casey.. I’m supposed to re-investigate this Coral Castle phenomenon.. and be more attuned to “signs”.. which reminds me..
.. the number eight.. (remember I chose eight film stills.. three sets of eight..)..
.. now the Jewish religion attaches some significance to that number, as the male child is circumcised on the eighth day after birth.. but, to tell you the truth, I’m not in the mood for religion right now.. No.. I actually happen to like this sort of pop-symbolic interpretation instead..

Eight: The symbolism backing number Eight deals largely with business, success, and wealth. This is due to the fact that Eight represents continuation, repetition, and cycles. Such elements are seen in arenas where success is obtained simply because of dogged determination and repetition. Also, matters of business and wealth largely depend on cycles to fulfill their manifestation. It's like the snowball analogy: As it continues to roll, in gets bigger and bigger with each revolution. Eight represents that kind of momentum.

… oh, and let’s look at the number three (from the same source, which is: what’s-your-sign.com)..

Three: The spiritual meaning of number Three deals with magic, intuition, fecundity, and advantage. The number Three invokes expression, versatility, and pure joy of creativity. Three is also a time identifier as it represents Past, Present and Future. Consecutive Threes in your life may symbolize the need to express yourself creatively, or consider your present directional path in relation to past events and future goals. Three may also represent promising new adventures, and assurance of cooperation from others whom you may require help. Three typically symbolizes reward and success in most undertakings.*

.. Now, C., these numbers are signs that came out of my own psyche, but were inspired by your night owl and moon shots.. (and my choosing these interpretations in particular was inspired by the shots Mat and I have been doing).. (bah dum bum).. (that’s my seldom used snazzy drum punctuation sound effect)..
‘til later, ya’ll..


.. * oh, I forgot to say.. I'm hoping such signs bode well for the project I'm currently turning into a drained pumpkin for..





.. morning edits.. corrected that Daniel/Davey confusion..

.. late night edit.. shoot.. misspelled Billie Holiday.. corrected it though..

The full lyrics:

If you ever go accross the sea to Ireland,
It may be at the closing of your day,
You will sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh,
And watch the sun go down on Galway bay.

Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream
The women in the meadow making hay,
And to sit beside the turf fire in a cabin,
And watch the bare-foot gosoons as they play,

For the breezes blowing over the sea's from Ireland,
Are perfumed by the heather as it blows,
And the women in the uplands diggin praties,
Speak a language that the [strangers] do not know,

For the [strangers] came and tried to teach us their ways,
They scorned us just for being what we are,
But they might as well go chasing after moonbeams,
Or light a penny candle from a star.

And if there's going to be a life here after,
And somehow I am sure there's going to be,
I will ask my God to let me make my heaven
In that dear land accross the Irish sea.

-- Arthur Colahan, 1947

It was one of my mother's favorite lullabies. The Bing Crosby version: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XPmSHe-osZs

Tonight was wavy-cloud sunset, but the color never caught because a window didn't appear. I took these on the cliff overlooking town where the cell phone towers are:




E said to take a picture of the football game going on at HHS (Hurricane High School [Tigers]), so I zoomed in and took one...



Everybody was lined up for a kickoff it turns out.

I'll keep reading your message for clues as to what you're saying. Sounds positive or foreboding... Thanks for the Billy Holliday song. :-)

Casey

Wait a minute. Davy Crockett was king of the wild frontier, not Daniel Boone. And it was Tennessee he was from, not Pennsylvania.

It's this kind of thing that can keep me awake nights.

Casey

.. oh, my god, it was Davy Crockett.. (!).. what.. no song for Daniel Boone?.. (his story is the one on my bookshelf.. and he did start out in Pennsylvania)..

.. OHMUGOD.. wait..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y7sPvWrL6KY&NR=1
FULL SCREEN..

With your Daniel Boone theme you set me on researching old TV themes today... I even found "The Rifleman" theme (my favorite as a kid) put together front to back:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6B0brdPWdCs
(NORMAL SCREEN IS OKAY ON THIS ONE)

And it took humming "Jamaica Farewell" several times to get the Daniel Boone theme out of my head... Aww... Now it's back again. :-))

What a day today, Violet!!! It was just amazing, clouds everywhere and changing all the time. We went up to Kolob Terrace (Heavenly Valley) and there were pictures everywhere. I had to post 18, but I put them in three images. These'll be a little hard on bandwidth, but what is bandwidth for... Days like this don't happen very often.

Hopefully big images will work on the board here, though so many may be visually overboard:







A lot of color anyway...

It was really a wonderful day, I hope yours was as good...

Here's a panorama of the sunset I took for you... http://viablesoftware.com/casey/panorama4.htm

Now that I see it, it's a lot of pictures. I think I'll just stick to a few from now on. But what a day! :-)

Casey

.. oh, yeah.. Chuck Conners.. He plays the scoundrel son of.. oh, what's his name*.. (the actor/singer who does the voice for the animated puppet-snowman in that old time t.v. classic, Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer).. anyway, Chuck Conners plays his sniveling son in the (excellent) Gregory Peck movie, Big Country.. an apt title given your great big gorgeous photos, Casey..

.. okay.. I will no doubt be getting to some of the other images later, but these two --

OH CASEY.. I -- if there’s a way to separate out photos #2 and #3 (going down from the top).. I see they’re all linked.. so.. I can’t disassemble them, it seems..

ANYWAY.. those two caught my eye, as they seem to offer some manner of doorway to heaven, as it were.. (though I'd like to keep that song** out of this, if you don't mind..).. Oh, and speaking of heaven as well as westerns.. Heaven's Gate (contrary to the panning it originally got) is an utterly fantastic film (directed by Michael Cimino.. of Deer Hunter fame)***..

.. oh, and speaking of doorways to other dimensions.. and to draw in the dervishes, forever whirling throughout all time.. and to bring in our Coral Castle phenomenon, as well..

...... okay, I'll have to do some more reading in order to evaluate this for us.. but the most significant part left out of e-channel's version of things (at ye' old Coral Castle) is the fact that Edward Leedskalnin (the portable-rock man, himself) had among his few simple possessions (in his living quarters, which are never shown in the doc)..

.. none other than..

............. an airplane seat………….. suspended by chain from the ceiling.. (complete with seatbelt).. which (according to the source I've previously mentioned)... he used to sit on, while having it...

... (you guessed it)...

................................................................................................................ spin....................................

[to be continued]


.. okay.. back to work,
(v i o l e t (flower).. black tea.. plenty of milk and honey.. oh, and I'm wearing an Irish cable-knit sweater..)...



* oh, Burl Ives (!)..
** oh.. I meant the dreaded Stairway to Heaven.. not Doorway to Heaven.. hmm..
*** look for the director's cut on Heaven's Gate, by the way.. I don't always recommend that, but I believe the producers massacred the earliest releases of this film..
... Apocalypse Now Redux (Coppola's much later director's cut for his renowned film) is itself a massacre.. so be careful.. directors are not infallible when it comes to evaluating their own work, as sometimes it's to leave a job well done (or didn't anyone tell them that)..

.. Friday morning edits.. just found some typos.. I'm enjoying your pics (below) of "Heaven's Gate," so to speak.. just dazzling..

Here's the whole sequence from both, Violet...








Your spinning/whirling theory reminds me of that movie with Jodie Foster... "Contact"?

More later... E is calling... she got a DVD called "Deathtrap" today (she's a Christopher Reeve fan) and I said I'd take a look...

Casey

Well, "Deathtrap" was about a psychic-lady who stole the plot for a play called "Deathtrap" from two fellows writing it dynamically, both of whom she killed with a knife ("for a play" as she predicted the knife would be used earlier). It was pretty complicated, but entertaining. Christopher Reeve did a great job, as did the other actors.

I remember Burl Ives, but I liked Dean Martin's "Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer" much better...

Chuck Connors could do a great villain, yes... But there was another show he was in called "Branded", which was a role I can empathize with:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXlUS5-a ... re=related
FULL SCREEN :-)

I enjoyed the whirling dervish video (trail too), thanks. I don't know if a trance is needed or a trance results though... E used to hypnotize high school friends, BTW... I'll have to ask her about it again.

..."Daniel Boone was a man, yes a big man..."

I wonder how many years it'll be this time before I come out of that one... :-))

Casey

Hi Casey..

.. sorry I've been a stranger.. I'm burnt out, I guess.. I've been sleeping in this weekend (upstate).. it's rainy here too.. I've done some esoteric research, but I didn't focus on the spinning thing as yet.. so.. no new info. on that aspect of things.. (and I never saw Contact.. maybe I'll rent it, now that you mentioned it).. (.. oh, and as to Branded.. I believe I might have seen re-runs at some point.. but I remember my brother having a.. well, a "kid's dirty version" of that theme song.. I won't spell it out, though.. but it was rather funny).. (and now that's the song I'm stuck with in my head)..

.. anyway, what I have been wondering about.. [and this is just such a rainy day weekend sort of thing to be wondering about].. is how it is we use so little of our DNA.. and if, perchance, some external event happened.. a long long time ago.. that served to alter us, so that we are as we are now.. with the grievous limitations suggested by this limited DNA-usage scenario.. well.. that might mean we have the potential to return to this other state.. methinks.. (just saying).. anyway, I will try to put together some scientific sounding language for all of this.. but for now.. that's the best I can do on this lazy weekend..

.. oh.. I'll throw into the mix the notion of time as illusory.. though the concept of time, I just read (along these esoteric lines), is very appropriate to our present limited DNA situation..

.. in other words.. WHAT IF, Casey.. the very bars on our prison house of perception, so to speak.. have to do with time itself.. can we even imagine existence without time?.. doesn't the concept of space require time, in the sense that to get from point A to point B (through space) requires time?.. so.. what would a simultaneity of all things be like?.. can one even imagine it?.. I suppose the physicist can construct such an idea.. with numbers.. Anyway.. what if suddenly we were altered in such a way that we had full use of our DNA.. with time no longer having the same hold on us, as it were..

.. I'm afraid I can't really say more on this until I understand these things a bit better.. for now, I'm just dipping my toe into things that I have only the most general understanding of..


.. your pictures though.. these ones with the portal of light.. seem to offer to me -- as an image, I mean -- this idea of what we don't know.. this idea of being on the outside, as it were.. yet sensing the universe in all its greatness and mystery.. and still, it's a mystery that has science attached to it, which is also in some manner wed to a metaphysics..

.. If the idea of "consciousness in matter" is the greatest mystery known to science (as I've somewhere read).. could it be because there is too much of a separation made between the seen and the unseen, as it were?.. Why does the concept of "spirit" have to exist in some separate "religious" category, for example?.. There may be no contradiction to speak of science and spirit as being part of the same construct, as it were..

.. okay.. let's posit for a moment the pitting of differing peoples and religions against one another as a means of mass control.. and so maybe pitting differing ideas against one another is also a way of garnering power and control.. but who gains from our being so stalled by our ignorance?..

.. it seems I'm back to Casteneda's "predator" again.. What if we are only truly valuable to "the predator" as we are now.. locked up in our little perceptual time-wielded cage?.. and what if knowledge itself is the key to our freedom?..

.. can you use your "Doubting Thomas" mind in a slightly different way, Casey?.. Before doubting, in other words.. look to see what your particular momentary doubt is serving in that instance.. do you doubt to protect "the norm" as you conceive of it?.. Anyway, let's say the "set-up" we are in now.. how it is we are "meant" to see things, in other words.. is just that.. a kind of set-up.. And so in some ways, it's to doubt how it is that we doubt.. it's to turn our rightful "doubt" capacities toward their rightful object.. this whole rat trap of a set-up, in other words.. (or do I mean Death Trap?)..

.. okay.. enough free wheeling for now.. I need to get some data together.. (when I have the.. uh.. time.. that is..)..
v i o l e t (flower).. on green tea.. for cleansing purposes.. methinks.. (just saying)..