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July 30, 2003 2:21 AM
Ancient Egypt is my true home. This may be why I am always in profile. The Ba, an entity similar to what we call soul "...was thought to spend the day assuming various forms in which it could be useful to the deceased..." ( The Book of the Dead). Updating that ancient tradition, I see that it fits my present situation perfectly. It's not the deceased I'm useful to but, shall we say, the somnolent or unawakened - such as my other half? And yes of course I spend the day assuming various forms, why else would I become a blogger?
July 28, 2003 9:32 PM
Ireland was picture-book
green, glazed by the raindrops that kept falling on our heads,
as you see in Natalie's not bad watercolour. Irish clouds
are exceptionally beautiful and you can rely on being able
to admire them every day. We were granted a few helpings
of caramel sunshine, its rarity making it all the more delicious,
but the day we went to Galway for the Arts
Festival turned out to be deluge day. Wind-whipped sheets
of rain, blasts of cold clammy air penetrating every layer
of clothing. The Irish, and foreigners who have grown accustomed
to the Irish climate, don't seem to mind such rude behaviour
from the weather - they forgive it. Not me. I snarl and complain
and shiver accusingly. But then I didn't go there for the
weather. Time spent with kid brother is always invigorating
and illuminating, wherever in the world it may be. At the
Festival, we were in the packed audience applauding Tom
Tomorrow (Dan Perkins) who showed examples of his cartoon
strips and talked about his role as persistent thorn in the
too well-fed flesh of American politics, especially irksome
to the Bush family dynasty. Tom/Dan deserves all the support
he can get: check out his website, buy his new book, tell
him Augustine sent you!
July 20, 2003 12 AM
Why do we crave it? What would we be without it?
July 19, 2003 2:47 PM
As a break from
my habitual states of enthusiasm, excitment, anger or inertia,
I decided to attempt an intellectual exercise. Below is the
result, a poem in which each word is a separate link. Not
as easy as it looks.
No.1 by Augustine
July 16, 2003 7:38 PM
Excellent news this
morning: A space has
been created by Heather in SoulFood
Cafe for some of the paintings by Blanche, my mother
(by the way, her middle name was Augustine). Here she is
beautiful at ninety. Encouraged by me and nagged by N, she
began painting at the age of ninety-four. Matisse would have
loved her. She not only had panache but joie de vivre by
the bucketful and a sense of colour only achieved by those
who have managed to reach maturity while retaining their
childlike spirit. She
died two years ago on August 19th. We miss her every day.
July 15, 2003 10:34
This remarkable AP photo of Tony Blair's shadows, published in The Independent on July 12th inspired me to speculate on what his three alter egos might be saying. Anybody want to offer alternative captions?
July 13, 2003 2:32 PM
The amazing Soulfood
Cafe, which I discovered thanks to the brilliant Cassandra has
put us on its front page! And that's not all: the Cafe's
owner and life-force Heather
Blakey is making space for us in its Artists' Loft.
So look out Australia, here we come. 'Amazing',
'brilliant'... what banal adjectives to describe some
of the wonders I'm happening upon in the extraordinary
blogging world, where firm friendships are formed between
kindred strangers and where a light bulb goes on in your
head merely at the click of a link. If I fail to give
due praise, brickbats, or descriptions of those sites
which enter my mental screen, that's because this blog,
as you know by now, is the work of an alter-egoist or
egotist. And if you think that's shameful, maybe it's
because you're not listening to your own little Alter-You
crying "Let me outta here!"
July 11, 2003 2:10
Natalie was having dinner with two close friends in a restaurant last night. They were discussing visual versus verbal. Surprisingly, she was presenting my point of view for a change. Of course I was there too but could not be seen or heard above the noise of their conversation and of the boisterous adjoining tables. As usual in the three-dimensional world, much too much is going on and not sufficient attention is paid to amazing things like, for instance, the perma-smile on the face of a waitress. They did notice but did not realize its relevance to their discussion: the image of that smile is now fixed in their memories whereas the words spoken around the table.... where are they now?
July 9, 2003 5:23 PM
I've done it: moved the gnovel over to a new page. Click on Augustine's Graphic Novel here or on the left-hand index and you're there. Comments please. If you have nothing to say, I won't mind. Yes I will. Meanwhile, here's an onion I drew to liven up today's post. The significance of this object will soon become clear in the gnovel.
July 8, 2003 6:51 PM
Wondering if the graphic novel should scroll down or sideways? If it's sideways then I've got to transfer it to a new page so it'll have enough room. Maybe I should move it to my archive which is empty at the moment. Then I can continue with the blog over here. But will I have anything to say in the blog if I'm putting everything in the novel? If I continue with the novel here then I can't put the latest post first, it must read sequentially. So you'd need to scroll down and down and down. Which means moving over to the archive all that's on this page so far..... Suggestions anybody? Oh never mind.
July 5, 2003
I realized that
it takes me longer than expected to create an installment
of my opus. So I'll insert just one frame from it today.
But the key is that there will be two parallel stories running
simultaneously - one fiction, one fact.
July 3, 2003 12:13 AM
We've reached a compromise. N says she'll stay out of my way if I insert some of her homilies into my blog now and then. She seems to think I need her counselling and that without it I'll get distracted, never finish what I start etc. etc. Look who's calling the kettle black! Anyhow, I've agreed to feature her Seven Steps today. Spoken all together they sound like: EEEEEEH!