Art to Set Tibet Free?

Saint Laurent Art Sale Brings In $264 Million

A dispute has unfolded over two Qing dynasty bronze animal heads, a rabbit and a rat, originally looted from an imperial palace in China but purchased legally. China has demanded their return, but a French court ruled Monday evening that the auction of the heads can proceed as scheduled on Wednesday.


Here’s what Mr. Berge has declared, “Moi, je suis prêt à offrir ces têtes en bronze au gouvernement chinois, tout de suite…Il leur suffit de déclarer qu’ils vont appliquer les droits de l’homme, rendre la liberté aux Tibétains et accepter le dalaï-lama sur leur territoire.”

Translation: “I am ready to offer the bronze heads to the Chinese government immediately… They simpy have to declare that they will enforce human rights, give freedom back to Tibetans and allow His Holiness The Dalai Lama entry into Chinese territory.”

DAY ONE - SIX

D A Y O N E


They were filming here, which is why I am just starting to go to bed and it’s 3:38am.
A horror movie. There was much screaming. My claim to fame is that I talked to the “soup nazi” you know, from Seinfeld. He didn’t act at all like the soup nazi, though.


A moth just attacked the computer then my neck; I suspect it’s from the glow. Once I shut this down, it will go for the lava lamp. Yeah I found a lava lamp here and plugged it in and the hue is quite pleasant, the gob’s movement quite mesmerizing.

You can see the stars here, clear and bright, if you go outside and look up.
Also, there is a paper cutter and wood burning stove in this room.




D A Y T H R E E


It’s 7:37AM and I took my morning pee in the great outdoors then tip toed into the main house to make coffee and toast. Also I will have some yogurt with honey. Then I will wander around the premises which are much vaster than I originally thought. Will get back to this after that.

Ooops I burnt the toast because I was writing this.


Oh tried to take a shower. I ended up washing my hair in the sink.

The three of us perused the grounds. We jumped on the trampoline. Tried to chop wood. And found all four of the parameters. I want to make a map, my own map of the land.





D A Y F O U R



So anyways I got home here and the dogs greeted me with curious barks.

I no longer need to turn on the trail lights to get to my den from the main house.

Ate some yogurt then came back here and greeting Scully with cuddles and pets. And she greeted me with purrs and chirps.

I’m up in the loft. I still have to carry Scully up and down the ladder. It’s pretty cute. Amanda and I both tried to teach her how to master the ladder, but I don’t think it’s gonna happen.

I’m in bed typing this. She’s all curled up now. She’s all I have.



D A Y F I V E

Slept way later than I wanted. It’s all about the morning light here. I’m still catching through the trees at 11am. Inexplicable dreams

Scully is currently making her curious questioning helpme meow as she tried to figure alternative ways to get up to the loft.

I’m hoping she and Maya, the cat who lives here, can get along. Maya’s been nothing but sweet but Scully all skitzed out from the move and territorial in general. I think Scully would benefit from a cat friend when I’m not around. The dogs, sweet as can be, are big and scary to her I’m sure. But she doesn’t hiss, she just stares intently and backs away.


The tap water here isn’t tap water. It’s well water. And it’s delicious.

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Made some French Toast on the cast iron, topped with yogurt and berries and a touch of agave nector. Percolated espresso coffee with soymilk. Took Scully for a little walk… well, she took me. Slowly introducing her to the grounds outside our little den.





D A Y S I X


Woke up without an alarm on time. There’s this crazy clock. I would say it’s noisy, because it is, but then you would start hearing that conventional tick-tock. This clock makes the strangest noise, it’s insistence and constant, and kinda psychedelic. Anyways, I’ve come to like it. And I’ve always hated clock noises. This one doesn’t sound like time edging on one second at a time; it sounds like time constantly in radical flux. Also, it creates an ambient noise inside the den as a buffer to the outside creeking and howling.

BIG NEWS: Scully now goes up AND down the ladder.


Today is lovely. I’m drinking tea. Just ate a bagel with half cream cheese half butter and a smidgen of jelly across it all. And yogurt with a little salt and a blackberry. Typing this outside on the picnic table as the trees filter the sun into patterns.

I’m starting to get an idea of what kind of home environment life style I truly want.

Involving much Solitude.

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Temporary retreat hiatus living situation:

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Adobo Yum

I have moved.

But this is not where I'm staying right now. These are homes where people live. Chad and I ran into them somewhere in Texas when driving from Dallas to Austin.

KITTENS INSPIRED BY KITTENS

I will never get over this. There are about 100 amazing things going on here.

kitten book narrated by weird 6 year old:

Portsmouth Sinfonia

We were listening to Brian Eno's Taking Tiger Mountain (By Strategy) today. BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL INFINITELY AMAZING ALBUM.

Did you know Eno was also a part of this? He played clarinet...

The Portsmouth Sinfonia was a real orchestra founded by a group of students at Portsmouth School of Art in Portsmouth, England, in 1970—however, the Sinfonia had an unusual entrance requirement. Players had to be either non-musicians, or if a musician, play an instrument that was entirely new to them. Among the founding members was one of their teachers, English composer Gavin Bryars. The orchestra started as a one-off, tongue-in-cheek performance art ensemble but became a cultural phenomenon over the following ten years, with concerts, record albums, a film and a hit single. The impact of the Portsmouth Sinfonia was considerable and their name and reputation has endured even though they last performed publicly in 1979.

The early repertoire of the Sinfonia was drawn from standard classical repertoire ("The Blue Danube" waltz, "Also Sprach Zarathustra", etc), so that most orchestra members had a rough idea of what the piece, or at least famous parts of it, should sound like; even if they could not play their chosen instrument accurately, they would at least have an idea that they should be going higher at one part then lower at another, and so on. The end result was the musical ensemble producing not only the correct note but several notes nearby, 'clouds of sound' that gave an average impression of the piece.



via wiki

Vector Quantity

Vector quantities have both magnitude and direction.

Band Lotto REMIX

Henry Gillespie, one of the youngest members of Business Deal Record's BAND LOTTO, created a MEGAMIX out of the Lotto Album Compilation. PARTYTIME

LISTEN TO IT! This will be fun for those of you who already have it. For those of you who don't, this will give you a taste incentive to get the album that chronicles this social and musical experiment.



This project included members from: Charles Potts Magic Windmill Band, Count Dracula/ Jam Engine, The Carrots, Low Red Center, Cry Blood Apache, Total Abuse, Finally Punk, Cave Dweller, Pataphysics, Gayle Gold, MVSCLZ, Belaire and more..

Inspiration

I still love Sparks, and I'm not talking about the alcoholic energy drink controversially being taken off the market.

CADENCE

Cadences give phrases a distinctive ending, which can, for example, indicate to the listener whether the piece is to be continued or concluded. An analogy may be made with punctuation,[3] with some weaker cadences acting as commas, indicating a pause or momentary rest, while a stronger cadence will then act as the period, indicating the end of the phrase or musical sentence. A cadence is labeled more or less "weak" or "strong" depending on the sense of finality it creates. While cadences are usually classified by specific chord or melodic progressions, the use of such progressions does not necessarily constitute a cadence—there must be a sense of closure, as at the end of a phrase. Harmonic rhythm plays an important part in determining where a cadence occurs.

Edward Lowinsky thought that the cadence was the "cradle of tonality."[4]

anonymous quote

"The work is the art for a machine that produces the ideas that means the air she breathes."

-Quoted (I believe this was SPAM inspired)

2666

Ahhhhhh just finished the first book of Roberto Bolaño's 2666.

Onto the second of three.

If anyone else is reading it let me know so we can discuss it. There's so much going on, so many interweavings of plots, so much poetry, I know I'm missing some intricacies that someone else might be picking up on and picking up on some intricacies that someone else might be missing. The beauty of the personal exchange with reading.

This makes me miss the BOOK CLUB us gals had back in 2006 we'd meet at spiderhouse when it was totally different and I used to live nearby.

goosebumps

from a SHOW with Gayle Gold at bootybar