Saturday, August 28, 2010

fly me to the moon

Francis (Shan) Yanoshik
August 3, 1922 - August 26, 2010

thank you mouse readers for your kind thoughts, prayers, and concern. it is with a heavy heart that I share the news of my father's death. my dad had a long and good life and in the end my dad had a 'good death' - he did not suffer, his family was always by his side, and the love that surrounded him in his final days was palpable. we all wish he could be here with us forever, but immortality is only possible in our hearts and memories - there is comfort with the knowledge that shan will live forever in the hearts of all of us who love him.

for those interested, the notice which appeared in today's washington post.

I will be away from the bloggyhood until after labor day. thanks for all your kind thoughts. namaste!

Don't believe what your eyes are telling you. All they show is limitation. Look with your understanding, find out what you already know, and you'll see the way to fly.
Richard Bach (b.1936 - ) author and aviator


my dad always enjoyed a good sinatra song - he's way past the moon now on his flight home to god.



photo: seagull, oregon coast

Sunday, August 22, 2010

everybody hurts

If you have fear of some pain or suffering, you should examine whether there is anything you can do about it. If you can, there is no need to worry about it; if you cannot do anything, then there is also no need to worry.

Tenzin Gyatso, 14th Dalai Lama (born 1935)

a belated thanks to everyone for their kind and loving thoughts regarding my dad's health (in response to the john the rabbit post). he has been in the hospital for two weeks, sadly, our hope for a bounce back to base didn't materialize.

things are uncertain, except for the timing of my father's 'flight home.' I leave first thing in the morning. my family is hurting. in time we will heal.

the mouse will be silent for a while - namaste.



photo: em's sunflower, cleveland august 2010

Thursday, August 19, 2010

brusha, brusha, brusha

Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.

Henry Ward Beecher (1813-1887) minister, social reformer, abolitionist


Life is the sacred mystery singing to itself, dancing to its drum, telling tales, improvising, playing.

Anonymouse

The human face is the organic seat of beauty. It is the register of value in development, a record of Experience, whose legitimate office is to perfect the life, a legible language to those who will study it, of the majestic mistress, the soul.
Eliza Farnham (1815-1864) writer, feminist, social reformer


Truth is the strong compost in which beauty may sometimes germinate.

Christopher Morley (1890-1957) writer & editor



If truth is beauty, how come no one has their hair done in a library?

Lily Tomlin (b. 1939) actress, comedian, writer


Let everyone sweep in front of his own door, and the whole world will be clean.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749-1832) playwright, poet, novelist


Man is born broken. He lives by mending. The grace of God is glue.

Eugene O'Neill (1888-1953) playwright & Nobel laureate in literature


I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn't say any other way - things I had no words for.

Georgia O'Keeffe (1887-1986) painter

It's said that when we die, the four elements - earth, air, fire and water - dissolve one by one, each into the other, and finally just dissolve into space. But while we're living, we share the energy that makes everything, from a blade of grass to an elephant, grow and live and then inevitably wear out and die. This energy, this life force, creates the whole world.
Pema Chodron (b. 1936) teacher, writer, buddhist nun

notes about photos:
  1. zoe with brush in hand at her easel, virginia, june 2009
  2. playing the drum with brushes is a popular technique among jazz musicians and others who are looking for a softer more sensuous sound. virginia, november 2006
  3. ms t having her face painted at the library's ye ole fun faire for the summer reading club, lakewood, august 2010
  4. brush being cleared in central park, march 2009
  5. aunt mary's brush and mirror part of a memory 'altar' at cousin suzi's home, pennsylvania, may 2008
  6. brooms for sale on the streets of new york city, september 2008
  7. didn't I just say yesterday I had bunnies on the brain? this bunny has a brush! street art, brooklyn, june 2010
  8. house being painted, lakewood, june 2009
  9. how many brushes can you count on this random snap? casa mouse, august 2010


a brushing rodent - no way I could not post this gem! (you may remember the jingle from here)

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

john the rabbit

Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.
John Steinbeck (1902-1968) writer, 1962 Nobel laureate for literature

we returned home sunday evening from a quick trip to metro dc. what originally was planned as a belated birthday celebration for my dad, instead turned into a family healing vigil at an area hospital. my father, who is quite frail got seriously dehydrated earlier last week.

I'm happy to report that by the time we left my dad was doing much better. each day brings news of continued improvement. it will be a while until my dad gets back to his baseline; we pray he will get back to his baseline. dehydration among the elderly can be very, very serious. we are so happy that dad is recovering. he's still in the hospital; prior to coming home he will have to spend some time in a nursing facility for physical and occupational therapy.

wall wednesday continues on the mouse. instead of pink floyd, I thought I'd post elizabeth mitchell's version of john the rabbit, a traditional american folksong. it goes so well with the roa mural. don't ask me why but I've had bunnies on the brain for the last several days.

since getting home ms t and I have been on an elizabeth mitchell binge. I just learned that in october elizabeth and friends will release sunny day, another smithsonian folkways cd - we are psyched!




photo: brooklyn, june 2010

Thursday, August 12, 2010

perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

If you look deeply into the palm of your hand, you will see your parents and all generations of your ancestors. All of them are alive in this moment. Each is present in your body. You are the continuation of each of these people.
Thich Nhat Hanh (b. 1926) monk, activist and writer

then again, if you are like me, if you look deeply into the palm you may also simply see your current 'to do' list!

I was going to skip theme thursday this week I'm getting ready to head out of town for a few days and don't have time to develop a proper tt post- for me, this means mining "my archives" for a few suitable and appropriate snaps and pairing them with quotes that embody a little "mouse medicine."

however, I realized I could palm this week's theme off by sharing one of my favorite quotes and a snap of my version of a "palm pilot" - viola, a theme thursday post!

any other palm writers out there?

speaking of palms I'm reminded of a terrific movie we saw a few months ago it's entitled irina palm and stars marianne faithful. if you haven't seen it, I recommend you putting it in your queue - after you watch it let me know what you think - f and I both thought it was wonderfully provocative and quite life affirming - I'd love to hear what you think!


I had a hard time deciding today's theme song - it was between que sera sera and perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

although doris has versions of both songs on youtube, I decided to go with the pussycats

perhaps you can imagine why......



today's post is part of theme thursday - to see other bloggers palming it go here.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

is anybody out there?

Either you deal with what is the reality, or you can be sure that the reality is going to deal with you.
Alex Haley (b. 11 august 1921-1992) writer

today is the anniversary of the birth of alex haley, the author of the 1976 historical novel roots: the saga of an american family. the book inspired millions of budding genealogists, was translated into 37 languages, and became a worldwide best-seller. in 1977, the book won a special award from the pulitzer board and also that year it was adapted into the world's first mega-blockbuster television miniseries.

this morning as I was reading about haley, I was reminded that his first book, the autobiography of malcolm x (1965), was another groundbreaking book. haley wrote this book as a result of more than fifty in-depth interviews he conducted with malcolm between 1963 and when malcolm was assassinated in 1965. time magazine, which seems to love making lists, identified the book as one of the most influential nonfiction books of the 20th century. the book has been a perennial bestseller since it was first published. earlier this year, in celebration of what would have been the activist's 85th birthday, three (or four - there seems to be some controversy as to the number) previously unpublished chapters were revealed. I would like to find a new edition of the book which includes the missing chapters, according to gregory reed, who 'owns' the manuscript states:
"they were dropped from Alex Haley’s “Autobiography of Malcolm X,” published in 1965, because they showed a broader view of humanity and freedom that was out of sync with the separatist tone of the rest of the work."
another interesting bit of trivia I learned this morning is that there is a coast guard cutter named after haley - prior to his civilian writing career, haley had a twenty-three year career in the u.s. coast, and according to the portal: "was the first Chief Journalist in the Coast Guard, the rating having been expressly created for him in recognition of his literary ability."


wall wednesday continues as does pink floyd's the wall - in honor of haley is anybody out there? is today's tune.



photo: harlem mural, nyc, october 2009

Monday, August 9, 2010

one love

There are two ways of resisting war: the legal way and the revolutionary way. The legal way involves the offer of alternative service not as a privilege for a few but as a right for all. The revolutionary view involves an uncompromising resistance, with a view to breaking the power of militarism in time of peace or the resources of the state in time of war.
Albert Einstein (1879-1955) physicist, philosopher & peace activist


friday the mouse remembered the 65th anniversary of the bombing of hiroshima by offering couple tunes from playing for change.

three days later another city was devastated by a second nuclear bomb. today is the anniversary of the attack on nagasaki.

the attacks on hiroshima and nagasaki were the first time atomic bombs were used in warfare. let us hope, pray and work that they will be the last time.

almost one-third of nagasaki, including almost the entire industrial district was destroyed, nearly 74,000 people were killed and as many were injured. in hiroshima the death toll was even higher - 140,000, of total 350,000 population perished. to this day survivors of both cities still suffer from the physical and mental consequences of radiation. in hiroshima.

never again. never again.

with hopes and prayers, the mouse offers another marley song - one love




photo: peace pole, lakewood august 2010

Friday, August 6, 2010

no more trouble

It is clear that the way to heal society of its violence and lack of love is to replace the pyramid of domination with the circle of equality and respect.
Manitonquat (b. 1929) storyteller, peace activist


in remembrance of hiroshima day and in hopes of nuclear disarmament and a world without war, the mouse offers these two marley songs from playing for change - war/no more trouble



just in case you would like to join along, the lyrics:

war
Until the philosophy which hold one race superior
And another
Inferior
Is finally
And permanently
Discredited
And abandoned -
Everywhere is war -
Me say war.

That until there no longer
First class and second class citizens of any nation
Until the colour of a man's skin
Is of no more significance than the colour of his eyes -
Me say war.

That until the basic human rights
Are equally guaranteed to all,
Without regard to race -
Dis a war.

That until that day
The dream of lasting peace,
World citizenship
Rule of international morality
Will remain in but a fleeting illusion to be pursued,
But never attained -
Now everywhere is war - war.

And until the ignoble and unhappy regimes
that hold our brothers in Angola,
In Mozambique,
South Africa
Sub-human bondage
Have been toppled,
Utterly destroyed -
Well, everywhere is war -
Me say war.

War in the east,
War in the west,
War up north,
War down south -
War - war -
Rumours of war.
And until that day,
The African continent
Will not know peace,
We Africans will fight - we find it necessary -
And we know we shall win
As we are confident
In the victory

Of good over evil -
Good over evil, yeah!
Good over evil -
Good over evil, yeah!
Good over evil -
Good over evil, yeah!

no more trouble:
(We don't need) No, we don't need (no more trouble) no more trouble!
(We don't need no more trouble)

Wo! Oh-oh-oh!
(We don't need) We don't need no (no more) trouble!
We don't need no trouble!

(We don't need no more trouble)
Make love and not war! 'Cause we don't need no trouble.
What we need is love (love)
To guide and protect us on. (on)
If you hope good down from above, (love)
Help the weak if you are strong now. (love)

We don't need no trouble;
What we need is love. Oh, no!
We don't need - we don't need - no more trouble!
Lord knows, we don't need no trouble!

(We don't need) We don't need trouble (no more trouble) -
no more trouble - no more trouble!
Seek happiness! (...) Oh, ...!
Come on, you all and speak of love. (...) Oh, yeah!

We don't need no trouble;
What we need is love, now. (What we need is love!)
(We don't need) Oh, we don't need no more trouble!
We don't need, no - we don't need no trouble!
We don't (need) - no, brothers and sisters ... (no more trouble!)

We don't need no trouble; we don't need no trouble!
We don't need no trouble!
What we need is love!

We don't need - we don't need no more - we don't need -
no more trouble - we don't need no more trouble!
Trouble we don't need (we don't need),
(We don't need) Lord, knows! -
we don't need no more war (no more trouble).
No more trouble - we don't need no more - more trouble!


photo: peace pole, lakewood ohio, summer 2010

Thursday, August 5, 2010

old brown shoe

How can one help shivering with delight when one's hot fingers close around the stem of a live flower, cool from the shade and stiff with newborn vigor!
Colette (1873-1954) novelist


The eye sees only what the mind is prepared to comprehend.

Henri Bergson (1859-1941) philosopher, 1927 Nobel Prize in Literature


Life must be lived forward, but it can only be understood backward.
Søren Kierkegaard (1813-1855) Danish philosopher and theologian


The best color in the whole world, is the one that looks good, on you!

Coco Chanel (1883-1971) legendary fashion designer

My advice to you is not to inquire why or whither, but just enjoy the ice cream while it's on your plate.

Thornton Wilder (1897-1975)playwright and novelist

In order to be an immaculate member of a flock of sheep, one must above all be a sheep oneself.

Albert Einstein (1879-1955) physicist, philosopher & peace activist


God has a brown voice, as soft and full as beer.
Anne Sexton (1928-1974) poet & writer


Conscience keeps more people awake than coffee.

Anonymouse


Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower.

Albert Camus (1913-1960) novelist, essayist and playwright, Nobel laureate

"That’s football. You’re told either that you’re hurt or that you’re injured. There is no middle ground. If you are hurt, you can play. If you are injured, you can’t, and the line is whether you can walk and if you can put on a helmet and pads."
Kyle Turley as quoted by Malcolm Gladwell's in the October 2009 New Yorker article
Offensive Play (football, dogfighting, and brain damage)


notes on photos:
  1. brown eyed susans, also called black-eyed susans or rudbeckia, is probably the most common of all american wildflowers.r & p's garden, cleveland heights, 31 july 2010
  2. ms t twin brown pools of laughter and delight. 3 august 2010
  3. I'm a sucker for those ubiquitous brown historical markers. have you ever wondered why they are brown? east liverpool, ohio, september 2008
  4. r& p's chocolate lab coco, cleveland heights, 31 july 2010
  5. brown-eyed fletcher enjoying a scoop of ice-cream, cleveland, 31 july 2010
  6. brown sheep, lake metroparks farmpark, kirtland, ohio march 2009
  7. I mentioned to f and e that this week's theme was brown and I planned on posting a snap of a pint of guinness, both immediately chastised me and said guinness is black not brown. okay yes, it is often referred to as 'the black stuff' - officially, the beer is neither black nor brown but according to the official guinness website:
    Look closely. GUINNESS® beer is not actually black but rather dark ruby red because of the way the ingredients are prepared. Some malted barley is roasted, in a similar way to coffee beans, which is what gives GUINNESS® its distinctive color.
    well regardless of what we consider the color of the beer there is no mistake when sold in bottles, the bottles should be brown! casa mouse, summer, 2009
  8. barrels of coffee beans sahadi's market, brooklyn, march 2008
  9. brown and gold leaves, casa mouse, fall, 2009
  10. living in cleveland I felt compelled to post a snap of something capturing the name of the local football team name. - june 2010 although I was tempted to use the pic to the right instead. but then I remembered reading that baino stated she was planning on posting about poop for her brown theme thursday contribution. so I'll let her give everyone the scoop on poop! however, I will state that I did really enjoy the exhibit on poop that is currently on at the cleveland metroparks zoo. I learned all sorts of fascinating facts/trivia; the least of it being that I learned an adult elephant will poop my weight every 7 1/2 hours - no shit! I kid you not!

today's post is part of theme thursday - to see other blogger playing in the park today go here.

george harrison's 1969 song old brown shoe, released by the beatles as a single and the b-side to the ballad of john and yoko. subsequently the song has appeared on various compilations

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

bring the boys back home

If ya ain't got it in ya, ya can't blow it out.

Louis Armstrong (b. 4 august 1901 - 1971) trumpeter, jazz great

wall wednesday continues as does pink floyd's the wall - since today is also president obama's birthday, the song bring the boys back home is a fitting message. however, in this day and age we can append the title to include - the girls.

president obama, give us all a birthday gift, bring the boys and the girls back home! now!



photo: new york, june 2010

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

oh my papa

Any man can be a father, but it takes a special person to be a dad.
Anonymouse

today is my dad's 88th birthday! f and I look forward to celebrating my dad's birthday next week with my family of origin.

I always check out those 'if today is your birthday' blurbs; here's what georgia's says about those born on august 3rd. geez, sounds just like my dad!
If Your Birthday Is Today: You are extremely idealistic not only about your views on society, but also about what you hope to achieve personally. You're courageous about going after what you want. You like excitement in your life. You also like to rescue others. (Interesting combination.) A major change might take place in the next year
here's a photo of dad, taken 80 years ago - imagine that! other photos of dad in his younger days can be seen here; a few months ago, for sepia saturday, I provided a brief bio of my dad - again spiced with some old photos.

I often sing oh my papa to my dad when I'm visiting - if only I sounded as good as lena zavaroni (god bless her) - maybe if I work on it I can improve my delivery!



photos: top, 15 july 2010, virginia; bottom - school photo, 1930, pennsylvania

Monday, August 2, 2010

first time ever i saw your face

today's photo is part of susan of art spark theater face/plant challenge.

I can't take responsibility for the face, other than framing the photo. I encounter this happy face on my walk to the library. the first time I saw it, it brightened my day and ever since has become a kind of talisman - I love seeing how the light and seasons play with the expression of this sidewalk face.

the first time ever I saw your face became a hit in 1972 and since has become a roberta flack classic. however, as we learn in this vid, the song was written in 1957 by scottish singer/songwriter ewan maccoll for peggy seeger - who later became his wife. however, according to the portal an alternative story behind the song is that a friend challenged ewan to write a love song, devoid of politics, and this song was the result. whatever is the case, like a smile, this is an infectious song.

the first time ever I saw your face seems to have been covered by everyone from peter, paul and mary to johnny cash to harry belafonte and lena horne to elvis to isaac hayes - to name but a few.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

he's gone

Constantly choosing the lesser of two evils is still choosing evil.

Jerry Garcia (August 1, 1942 – August 9, 1995) musician, artist, songwriter


yesterday afternoon I found myself at the cleveland metroparks zoo with some friends (4 of which were kids 5 and under) in order to keep up our strength we had to make a pit stop for some ice cream. I would have preferred the zoo dish up our own local mitchell brothers ice cream, but since they don't, serving ben and jerry's ice cream, I guess is the next best thing.

in honor of what would have been jerry's 68th birthday, I choose a cone of cherry garcia. my friendly server (below) didn't have a clue that august 1st was jerry's birthday - in fact, given the expression on his face when I mentioned jerry, I doubt he knew who jerry garcia was - I didn't ask. in spite of the seeming lack of jerry awareness, I did encourage the stand to offer everyone a discount on cherry garcia ice cream today.

although the young man dishing up the ice cream seemed fairly naive about jerry, someone at the zoo definitely does appreciate jerry - outside of the rain forest exhibit is plaque sharing some jerry wisdom.


photos: top - mural of bob and jerry on the side of hunky dory pipe and tobacco, eugene, oregon april 2010; bottom 2 photos taken at the cleveland metroparks zoo, 31 july 2010


he's gone - music by jerry garcia, lyrics by robert hunter, jerry's long-time collaborator