Every Wave That Comes
The old Sugarloaf song, Green Eyed Lady, was apparently about a boat, or more accurately, the bow figurehead of a boat. There'd often be a mermaid carving. Sometimes a noble warrior. Perhaps the fellow who wrote the song saw a mermaid carving with green eyes and took it from there, soothing every single wave that comes... although, that song was largely instrumental now that I think of it. I like the pun in the last line, setting sons and ... suns vs. a well known D.H.Lawrence book...
Saturday, December 06, 2008
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Monday, November 10, 2008
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Was watching The World of Suzie Wong. Interesting shots of 1960 Hong Kong, and takes on the conventions of the day. Spicy then, I imagine, mostly a curiosity today IMHO. Old joke,
You care to rent junk, Mr. Bond?
Junk?! No way! Give me the best!
Posted by Philip Northover at 7:11 AM
Friday, September 26, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Praying for Rain
I recall from my anthropology course that hunters work less than farmers but the supply of game is erratic. Agriculture has a steadier food supply, but is subject to factors such as drought. You could hire a rain dancer. A water diviner? There, right there, is where you want to dig your well.
Posted by Philip Northover at 7:14 AM
Friday, September 12, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Going Through the Country
Drive across, or take the train, or a bus. Aeroplanes aren't much good. Faster though. But you don't see, for example, the old farms, with their log fences put up by hand over a hundred years ago. Once on a hot day, we went by a field with some horses in it. There was one large tree. Where do you think the horses were? Under the tree in the shade of course. Enough rays came through to show off their fine coats. Wish I'd had a camera. Once I was at a donut shop and there were no less than four police cars parked in the parking lot. Lucky for them, no one had a camera.
(And do you think that one large tree was left there by accident?)
Posted by Philip Northover at 7:02 AM
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Men Wearing Glasses
I suppose if we can have Men at Work, and Men without Hats, we can have Men Wearing Glasses... is there more to life than defunct pop bands?!? Pop bands didn't used to wear glasses much, even if they needed them. There were exceptions, of course, like Buddy Holly. And Elton John was said to have thousands of glasses at his disposal. That puts me in mind of an early Russian Heavy Metal Group that had a song containing the lyrics, "the rain washes off your makeup, and mine" (!!!) They'd missed the point that western bands, even if they've put on tons of white makeup and black lipstick like say, Kiss or glam, don't allude to the fact, for some reason. ... well hey, if it works, don't fix it.
Posted by Philip Northover at 9:36 AM
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Still Miss You
I was reacquainting myself with the power pop and new wave stuff being played on the radio just before I had to give it up and focus on my studies. I have a better ear for the musicianship now. The best were the Sinceros, followed by the Headboys, IMHO. Both bands are mostly forgotten today. The Sinceros had 2 albums, the Headboys only one. All the musicians played beautifully, with Ron Francois, the Sinceros' bass player, being a favourite. As far as I can tell from the internet, all moved on to session work, except for the Sinceros' lead singer, who has passed on. Check out the Sinceros' songs Take Me to Your Leader, Worlds Apart, Little White Lie, I Still Miss You... Headboys' Shape of Things to Come, Experiments...
Posted by Philip Northover at 7:41 AM
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Saturday, August 02, 2008
Curious book, ... Winston. A favourite of literature teachers, before 1984. I read it in the 70s. It was claimed that 1984 was already here. One thing that struck me about it, if they were pumping out and refining their propaganda, who was their audience if everyone was being repressed? You pretend to work, we'll pretend to pay you. I sold you, you sold me, under the Chestnut Tree cafe. Oranges and lemons say the bells of St. Clemens. Big Brother. 1984.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Sunday, June 01, 2008
Change and Decay
Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day
Earth’s joys grow dim, its glories pass away
Change and decay in all around I see
O thou who changest not, abide with me
Thou on my head in early youth didst smile
And, though rebellious and perverse meanwhile,
Thou hast not left me, oft as I left thee
Monday, May 12, 2008
Is that "POW!", like in a Roy Lichtenstein painting, or is that P.O.W. for prisoner of war?
I recently watched "A Town like Alice", broadcast on PBS Masterpiece Theatre. Based on the book by Nevil Shute. He was a very fine writer. I've read Slide Rule, The Chequer Board, and On the Beach. Not A Town Like Alice, though. Maybe one day.
Saturday, May 03, 2008
"You don't know how paralysing that is, that stare of a blank canvas, which says to the painter: you can't do a thing."
"Many painters are afraid in front of the blank canvas, but the blank canvas is afraid of the real, passionate painter who dares and who has broken the spell of 'you can't' once and for all."
"Do you really think I don't care about technique or that I don't try for it? Oh, but I do, although only inasmuch as it allows me to say what I want to say."
- Vincent van Gogh
Sometimes on a walk, I'll see a scene and think to myself, "Yes, Vincent would paint that."
But, is this a Vincent type of fractal?!
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Wall of Contusion
I see the latest Princess Diana inquiry has wrapped up. Not much new findings. About the only thing I wonder about is if the driver was as drunk as tests indicate, it seems strange no one noticed. He wasn't swerving all over the place before he got to the tunnel. They still haven't found the white Fiat Uno, the "Grassy Knoll" of the case. The crash expert did say there was no way a Uno could sideswipe a Mercedes off the road, as some have theorized. One possibility though is that the Uno started to change lanes, either in a misguided attempt to be helpful and get out of the way seeing the Merc coming up fast, or by bad luck not realizing the Merc was suddenly there, causing the Merc driver to over-react. That can happen. I know when I come up on a car more quickly than I thought, I never pass without slowing up so to give the other car lots of time to see me and realise my intention to go by.
That reminds me, I saw Di once, for about 2 seconds, which is about as much as a commoner like me can reasonably expect. I'd just graduated university straight into a recession, haha how's that for timing?, and had no job. So when I saw in the paper that Charles and Di were coming, I had lots of time on my hands to take the bus downtown and be part of the throng to see them. He went one way, but she came my way. I was still off to the side, but she stopped and turned to survey the long row of us so we could all get a brief look. Cheerful nod, smile, wave. All in good taste. Many years later, I saw Mr. Al-Fayed, Dodi's dad. I was in London just walking through Harrods when this little old gentleman brushed passed me. I noticed there were all these people buzzing about him on cells and radios. I thought, hey, is that the boss? He got to the escalator and about half way up, turned around and looked about and I saw it was him. Probably on his way to some meeting. Kewl.
Posted by Philip Northover at 6:02 AM
Friday, April 04, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Didn't I use that title last spring?
This fractal reminds me of a long departed church member whose passion was pink roses. Every year he had them in his garden and he had taken slides and slides and slides of them. You haven't lived until you've experienced a two hour slide show of nothing but pink roses! Seriously though, he did explain the subtleties, but I was very young then.
Monday, March 24, 2008
The Ogre's Trick
Have you noticed how many Hollywood movies these days have taking the Lord's name in vain in the script? What strikes me is that the actors are generally not good enough to hide their discomfort. They feel guilty, and used. Tricked.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Reaching for a Sign
Some days, you just don't... feel like... writing anything! Nah, I should try to come up with something arty-like. How about, part of the puzzle of art, you just can't make it unless you're in the proper frame of mind. That reminds me of a sax player I knew who used to get into the proper frame of mind by hanging out of his second floor window upside down by his legs, back to the ground facing the sky, and playing to the heavens. I'd be walking by, hear the music, that you Jimmy?!?
Monday, March 03, 2008
Saturday, March 01, 2008
Wellspring of Being
Everything comes from somewhere. All the way back to the First Mover. Some philosophy to ponder? If the road to (very bad place!) is paved with good intentions, and for sure the road to (very bad place!) is paved with bad intentions, are we all on the road to (very bad place!)? Are we best not to have any intentions at all?!
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Fractal in Rock
Rock is an interesting word, usually positive connotations. Rock and Roll. Steady as a Rock. Rock of Gibraltar. Rock Hudson. Northern Rock. Get a piece of the Rock. So I decided to do a fractal in rock.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Matter of Life in Retrospect
Caked on, imperceptible, dribbled from height, brick, stab, the colours ebb, merge, flow, trickle, pool, drain. Phantoms, suggestions, hints. What was, what might have been. Brushstrokes. Although on the whole, I'm more partial to pen and ink, calligraphy... But yes, 3D is a worthwhile branch. The formulas for light optics have been known for centuries unlike those for fractal geometry which were mostly suspected until the computer age. Now we can have both.
Monday, February 04, 2008
The Lonely Idea
Do ideas prefer company?! Are artistic ideas comparable to technical ideas? Perhaps it's just the goals that are different. Art strives for pleasing aesthetics (which paradoxically can sometimes be unpleasant to look at) while computer programs for example mainly try for labour saving output. But you can have a computer program so well written that it is a work of art. Whenever I encounter these, I think what a shame that virtually no one will see it, except for the next maintenance programmer. The lonely idea.
Friday, January 25, 2008
There was a young man from Clyde
who fell down an out house and died
His unfortunate brother
fell down another
Now they're interred side by side
This limerick was a favourite of a reverend. It's to be feared that he did not get the pun in the last line...
Lots of limericks in The Lure of the Limerick, by William Stuart Baring-Gould. It goes in and out of print, but it might be in your local library. Yes, even in this day of the Internet, there are still gems to be found at the library.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
The Fifth International
is the name given to a socialist model, still under elaboration. The Fourth was developed by Leon Trotsky. Some say the call for a fifth implies a Trotskyite basis, while others say the fifth is a rejection of the fourth and Trotskyism. As the late capitalist organ Punch would say, "You pays your money, you takes your choices". Of course, art continued to exist under the socialists and is still available for viewing. Naturally they wouldn't allow anything decadent or counter-revolutionary, although this didn't stop the subversives. Are you looking at things we don't want you to look at? Are you thinking what we don't want you to think? What about fractals, they ok? I got my mind right, boss!
Saturday, January 05, 2008
Many galaxies await. Just like for Arthur C. Clarke's "Star Child". It's all there for you to see and cross once more of your own volition... Clarke hosted a special on fractals a few years ago which included commentary from many well known scientists and mathematicians, Benoit Mandelbrot and Stephen Hawking among them.
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
Year of the Rat
2008, the Year of the Rat. The story is that the Jade Emperor invited the animals for a party. The first 12 to arrive were the Rat, followed by the Ox, Tiger, Rabbit, Dragon, Snake, Horse, Sheep, Monkey, Rooster, Dog, and lastly, the Pig. Why was the rat first? The animals had to cross a celestial river, and the Rat asked the Ox to ferry him across. When they arrived on the other side, the Rat jumped down off the Ox's head, touching ground first, and that's how he gained first spot in the order of the Chinese zodiac, much to the Ox's chagrin.
In a similar vein, can you imagine if the second man on the moon had pushed past the first to take top spot in the history books?! Most unseemly. Not that there's much room to do anything on those lunar vehicles. I saw one at a museum and the occupants have very little space to maneuvre.
In this fractal, the rat is looking at you over his shoulder. You can make out his eyes and ears and nose, with a little imagination, and his hind quarters, as though he's just jumped down off the Ox's head and is looking back.
Happy New Year to all!