While I was in London, I’d watch this cartoon every morning, while I was getting ready for work. It was called “Loggerheads,” and I just loved it. And now I can’t find anything about it. I mean, I’ve found a few things about the German version, but the one I was watching was in English. It was absolutely riotous, about this group of crazy Vikings in this village. It had a lot of English humor in it (including mocking the French and their food), which is why I was so surprised to find that it’s translated from German… but I can’t find anything. *sigh*
I’m seriously alarmed at the concept of Palestine taking over Jerusalem. I’m pretty pro-Israel, anyway, but I can’t imagine Jerusalem, which is one of the most beautiful cities I’ve ever seen (purely on an aesthetic level), looking like Bethlehem, or any place in Egypt. Even as politically charged as Jerusalem is, it doesn’t have that grimy, war-torn look that Palestinian areas seem to carry. The difference between the two is most overwhelming at the border crossing in the Sinai. I understand perfectly well why they want it. It’s sacred land for four entirely different religions. The Palestinians just don’t seem to revere it quite as much. I found the people just as kind and welcoming, both interesting and interested, in Bethlehem as they were in Jerusalem. It’s not a difference in the people, exactly. But the difference in the *feeling* of the cities, is amazing. Jerusalem feels so loved. A city that has been cared-for and cleaned. Bethlehem already feels like a city forgotten. Dingy and nervous, and in such a short time…
Who you callin’ old, dork?!
Y’know, I was feeling pretty bad about this Gary Graham execution thing. Until I checked out the situation in more detail. He admitted that he went on a ten-day armed robbery spree. And when they caught him, he was naked in the house of a woman he had just raped at gunpoint. That doesn’t sound like a man who needs to be sucking oxygen, to me. If you’re one of these people who thinks he should be retried, maybe even released, think of him sticking a gun in your face, grabbing a bunch of your things, and maybe raping your daughter, or your wife, just for fun, on the way out. Whether he killed that guy or not, you can’t call a monster like that “innocent.” Grab your needle, boys, you can have him.
The weirdest thing… I followed a link to this artist, who paints the northeastern United States, primarily. So I’m flipping thru the pictures, seeing things that look like the scenery around my grandparents’ house in upstate New York, and my cousin John’s house, in the Adirondaks. Places I’d seen driving from Boston to Maine, several times, with Suzanne; and to Duncan’s house in Rhode Island. Suddenly, I go, “Hey. I’ve been there!” I click on the thumbnail, and here’s the view from the back of the Mount of the Beatitudes, overlooking the kibbutzim and the Sea of Galilee. Of course, that isn’t what it was — it was some place in Vermont. But it looked *exactly* the way I remember the view in Israel looking. So I went and dug out the pictures, thinking maybe it was my imagination, and it really does look just like it. Only better. More the way I really remember the colors and the light and the feeling. Not the way the pictures came out. They never look the way you remember the real thing. But similar enough to be freaky. It’s funny because I didn’t see anyone else go to the back and look over the view. I took the pictures both because it was beautiful, and because I thought of it as my own private view. And she really caught the early morning light, and my feeling of both disconnection and magnetic attraction, and the sense of being above and protectively encircling the farmland below, which is lost in the photos. Check it out. Sabra Field’s Lake Farms and my pictures from Israel - one and, especially two. Crazy, huh? So I bought it.
I got back into town late last night, and I finally get to see what’s growing in the yard. My William Baffin bloomed while I was out of town, and the roses are the most incredible pink I’ve ever seen. They’re so deep, they’re almost salmon. I’m not a big pink fan, but they’re absolutely beautiful. And my red begonia is growing back. It was ripped off at the ground a few weeks ago, and I thought it was all over, but I see leaves coming up… My fuchsia has finally recovered from the next-to-last heatwave, and has hot pink and royal purple blooms all over the place. And my jasmine is still holding out, against all odds… Not bad.
What a moon…
Sitting on the balcony of my cell (not the lovely cell which was offered to me earlier this afternoon, in a southern clime), smelling the singe and scorch of houses and greenery which so recently belonged to friends. The wind is howling, and it is finally beginning to drizzle. There is a constant roar of helicopters, delivering fire retardant, “slurry,” and the drizzle may help to dampen the inferno, as well. It certainly complements my mood.
And because of this plan, I’m in spex for the first time since I was fourteen. I didn’t even own a pair, and *man* are they expensive. I’ll try to get a picture up. Everything looks really small, and has curved edges. I don’t like it, but I have to be out of my contacts for a while before the surgery…
So I’m having my eyes buzzed on July 18th. Very scary.