By: Esther Powell
Posted on: Fri, September 01 2017 - 8:46 pm
September 20, 2017
The process of my disillusionment continues.
When I first went to college in 1965 I saw in the bookstore a little paperback with the title Sister Carrie. I bought it on impulse, read it, and loved it. Maybe I had read An American Tragedy from a reading list for college prep, but I don't remember noticing Theodore Dreiser's authorship. I was just touched by Carrie's story.
I read it once again in succeeding decades - a rarity for me, to re-read anything.
When our book club talked about possible reads, I brought it up. I thought it was a book people should enjoy, and it wasn't too long.
I almost chose not to read it a third time. I felt I remembered it pretty well. As the book club meeting neared, though, I had second thoughts. Sister Carrie is worth reading again.
When I got to the library desk, the young woman clerking asked about what edition I wanted. "Oh, I guess whichever has the largest type." I really didn't think it mattered at all.
When I got home and opened the surprisingly thick volume, I had a rude awakening. The print is small, and the novel is 560 pages! What on earth...???
Turns out that everyone who read Theodore Dreiser's wonderful first novel before 1980 got an expurgated version due to concerns about its sexual and moral content! We didn't get to read it as he conceived it at all.
I'm so glad I stumbled upon this edition, which was published thirty-one years ago, unbeknownst to me.
And I am as angry as I was when I found out how Gulliver had "by expenditure of great effort" really put out the fire at the castle in Lilliput. Damn you, prudes and censors!
And welcome, Sister Carrie! I will now discover secrets of your story hidden from me for fifty years.
September 18, 2017
In recent months I feel as if I have been eating more but still not getting what I need somehow.
I saw an article about how the increase in carbon dioxide in the atmosphere is great for plants but maybe not for the animals that eat them. Plants have more carbohydrates than they used to, according to this theory, and proportionally fewer trace elements.
Other studies have disagreed with these findings and blame the soil for reduced nutrients.
At home I have been thinking more in terms of too much time between the field and the table.
The idea that the plants themselves are creating more sugars is a science fiction horror story, though, isn't it? It's bad enough that food and beverage industries are trying to woo us with too much sugar, and, failing that, to secretly inject it into our diets, without the plants ganging up on us, too!
Having said that, my neighbor gave me permission to pick sprigs of marjoram out of her herb plot, and I have combined the fresh with some dried marjoram from the spice shelf for two days in a row in a tisane.
My aching back feels much better, and my sleep seems better, too.
There are ways and ways to get good out of the plant world!
September 17, 2017
Today I realized all of a sudden there is no one else around!
Nobody downstairs, nobody next door.
Perfect time to break out one of my favorite Jethro Tull albums and play it as loud as I want.
This summer of monster hurricanes is the perfect time for Stormwatch.
I have always loved this album, but often used to listen while doing something else. What do you know? This CD addition has a little booklet with the words! Before I just listened and misheard a lot.
Lately I've read a quote from Shakespeare in which he says that if you talk about nature - use natural imagery - in your work you gain an audience in all humanity. When I read that, I immediately thought of Ian Anderson. One reason I love him is that he is so much in the natural world. Plus his lyrics are interesting! I don't understand why Jethro Tull is not at the top of more people's list of favorite bands.
Jethro Tull tops mine.
Whenever I hear this album I admired the genius especially of the drummer. Well, what do you know. It seems that Ian Anderson agreed. In the notes at the end of the booklet of lyrics he says, "Some of Barrie [Barlow's] best performances are to be found on this record...."
Now on these weekends when my favorite movie-watching partner is away working twelve, thirteen-hour days and the neighbors all go visiting, I'll be able to indulge in an orgy of Tull!
It's been altogether too long since I have heard A.
September 15, 2017
Okay, okay, okay. I now see why so many of you love Interstates instead of blue highways. We traveled to Pittsburgh PA, stayed a day, and drove back in about 52 hours. The trip each way took about 6 hours plus snack breaks instead of two days the way it has in the past, with us meandering along West Virginia creeks or the Ohio River.
The one incident that almost ended the journey with a bang, admittedly did not happen on an Interstate. A truck bearing a modular home, coming way too fast around a curve on Highway 50, left its lane and almost hit us. Luckily my partner moved over enough that we didn't get creamed, and we made it home safely one-half hour after the most perilous moment of the seven-hour trip.
It always freaks me out - the number of close calls we survive and then go on our separate ways as if nothing had happened. Sure, Jos and I expostulated about it. It shattered our peaceful mood. Maybe the truck driver (and hopefully his guide vehicle driver) learned a lesson about hill driving. One can only hope.
Ah, back home again in Indiana.
September 14, 2017
Here for a sad occasion - the death of one of the nine moms celebrating a Mothers' Day I wrote about years ago - but oh, the beauty of the new lives beginning and blooming at the same time!
The woman who had passed away said that the heavens weep when good people die. Today there were a few showers but more gloomy clouds.
We arrived yesterday and leave again tomorrow, so there is not much to say about the city other than its green hills make for some charming neighborhoods. Many of Pittsburgh's citizens are fiercely loyal and it's easy to see why.
September 12, 2017
Well, the hurricane watch is over. Irma is now a rainstorm at best. I think the rain we are supposed to experience for the next couple of days was brought up by the storm.
The aftermath of the storm will last a long, long time. I met a couple of refugees from Katrina in northern Indiana, so I expect to meet some Floridians here in the coming months. Some people will be kept from home for so long that they will build lives elsewhere and perhaps never make their ways back.
In Santa Fe, New Mexico decades ago I met people who had weathered a hurricane in the Virgin Islands and were not planning to return.
Still, there has been precious little loss of life, as compared with the thousands lost in floods in India and the deaths in Mexico from the Pacific earthquake.
I wish TV had spent more time on other subjects than the hurricanes in Texas and Florida. Maybe everyone was just relieved to have a break from reporting the hurricane in the White House.
September 8, 2017
Last night after about a week of Bicentennial Park preaching and music (which have been softer since someone was inspired to complain about the decibel level) we (from inside our apartment) heard a speaker proclaiming, "I have to be loud to be louder than the drugs and the evils around us." (Er, that's a paraphrase.)
I guess we neighbors are lumped with society's evils.
After the preaching we got to hear some more well-amplified long songs composed of four-note phrases repeated ad infinitum. If this is our taste of a little bit of heaven on earth I think I'll pass.
Shouldn't there be a limit to one group's use/dominance/occupation of a public park? It seems to me this interminable gathering is setting a precedent that might lead to some very unfortunate consequences beyond what this neighborhood has suffered already.
Now I am afraid that this gathering is going to bridge another weekend.
September 7, 2017
I forgot to look for the aurora borialis last night, but it is supposed to be visible tonight also. I don't know - we are in town and the hills and hilltop lights are between us and the lights. It does seem like a long shot.
Sometimes, when I was young, I used to hear low-level shifting chords sometimes, outdoors at night. One time, in Santa Fe, New Mexico I heard a similar almost subliminal sound. At the time I remembered my childhood experiences. Then the next day I heard that the auroras borealis was visible the night before.
I've written about this before, but I haven't heard anything about this music of the spheres (which is how I like to think of it) since.
Our perceptions change. We now experience the color blue, yet we have lost refinement of our sense of smell and hearing.
Now I have tinnitus. Am I still even capable of hearing the music of the spheres?
I do not know.
September 4, 2017
We were up early this morning. At about 5 o'clock I heard what sounded like screaming outside. High, piercing, childlike screams. A child in trouble? Heaven forbid, maybe in the Ohio River? Or just messing around? I went out onto the balcony to try and see something.
Nothing, but there was no word formation. Maybe animal, not human. Then I was certain; after the scream, a very birdlike one-toned warble (if such a thing is even possible.)
The closest guess I can come to is a barn owl. First time I've heard that from my kitchen!
Now, tonight, the fire-and-brimstone preacher is back.
Excerpts heard from our living room:
"In the last few weeks we've had five exorcisms...."
"...the Devil wants you..." (screaming).
I don't know if this is the same fanatic we heard screaming about Jesus's love a couple of years ago. This is, if possible, worse.
I'm exorcising this unwanted sermon from my living room with Jethro Tull's Crest of a Knave. It's working for me!
Let's see if the neighbors complain.
September 3, 2017
We have paused the movie we were watching and now we can hear the passionate fire and brimstone rhetoric of a revival preacher from some kind of gathering at the Bicentennial Park which occupies the block west of here.
I feel as if I have been transported back 180 years. Too bad the group isn't limiting itself to the technology available at that time. If it were, I wouldn't be hearing the sermon while innocently sitting in my own living room.
Poor Americans. We are more beset by temptations than ever. We have more power to do more damage to more bodies, including our own, than ever, yet some of us can find no better salvation than to listen to a screamer ranting the same old cant that was popular centuries ago.
I feel like opening my apartment door and yelling back.
"Shut up, already! You're disturbing the peace."
September 1, 2017
Right now it's hard to believe we will get another hot spell before Fall. The remnants of Hurricane Harvey are besogging us but good.
Would people be able to read that in 100 years and understand it? Could they now?
Why not? The word besogging is almost parallel to the word besotted and everyone knows what that means, right?
Er, well, maybe not.
At any rate, people far south of the equator are beginning to be able to smell Spring, and we in the temperate parts of the Northern Hemisphere are experiencing the converse.
Much as I enjoy a break from the heat, I am still not ready for the annual fall from the Garden of Eden.
Not ready for Fall, at all, at all.
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