despite precautions: best intentions yield success occasionally

patience for the chaos in organization and careful interactions mixed with benign tolerance often disrupt the tendency of civilization to crumble just when we need it most.  then, some days end in tears.

 

./

resources

i suppose ...the premium challenges we face (when we're not distracted by the tools at hand)

are overcoming a natural inclination for novelty and mistaking the modesty of our gifts for a weakness.  

the strength to summon a requisite focus is found by recognizing the limitations of our natural skills.  

it's not talent the great one's have in abundance it's perseverance.

 

./

no man

this is the start of something small.

wrapped by a layer of warm

air and the rumple of cloud 

and black.  in the blue of

milky way night just where

pools of bright myths of

old starlight fall.  fabled labors

and high moments fade to

a trace of scar barely drawn,

it was fresh years ago.  the skin

is grained, a map of time etched

long and deep.  the myths are

enough to glow inside the shadows.

 

./

pardon my skepticism

notes: to an unreconstructed reflection of the life and times...i suspect progress is a series of attitudes shopped out by the sharpest salespeople currently available and marketed with the best human mannequins money can buy.

a wad of bills in a silver clip smelling like pocket lint and palm sweat only spent to soothe the nagging disquiet we entertain about the degraded quality of existence at the moment.

j

personal assessment: + gray floor mystery

Right, don't take it personal, Scorpio's have a
constant furrowed brow. Thinking hard about how to
sting yo' butt. It's just the way it is.

I remember that Reynolds Building floor paint job was
done at world record pace, and Sweet always wondered
if we sanded first.

I've learned from all the leases I've gone through
that lawyering is about language and how to manipulate
language to make it impossible for anyone but another
lawyer to understand. "Please sir hit me again," and
you are in the club... next thing you know you're a
president.

p

says old ways old days

now i find the one coffee soaked idea which for some reason mind has fixed on today.

 

picasso envisioned the subject and the style it would be presented in as one concept and then he made the painting.

 

cezanne f'r instance didn't draw a house and paint it (never much of a draughtsman) he built the house and it's scene out of paint.  

 

corollary:  musically, i a cezannist -not styling a concept but, composing the song by playing the music into it.

 

whatever...

j

solution

Noise:  it's the one constant aspect of our culture which i can't get far enough away from, fast enough - every day. 

 

silent corollary:  shhhh, unplug it, turn it off - peace and quiet is conducive to almost everything. 

 

j

Ode to Eternity

the time conundrum: it's the original dimension, but, it's not 'old'.  Things are much younger than time, still the earth has never been older, it's the same for us.  The only things that aren't at ther oldest -haven't been created yet.

the long silences need to be loved, perhaps

more than the words

which arrive

to describe them

in time.

               -F. Wright

silent corollary:  i always leave home expecting weirdness... never disappointed.

frm. p malinoski:  12/16/05

 Been in a flury of outdoor holiday festivals in DC.                          

 And it has been cold as hell located in the shadows of

 tall buildings in the windy concrete canyons of the

 city. Unusually cold weather for us right now and of

 course I have neither the proper clothing nor the

 tough hide for this kind of treatment. Haven't been

 this cold since the frozen mud bowl in late October

 against the Panama Panthers when I was a senior. I

 vividly remember d.tackle Joe Crandal (he was a guard

 on offense) sliding on his belly like a slip-n-slide

 down the line to make a tackle. This was on pure mud,

 not wet grass or snow. I was so cold I just shivered

 and my arm froze into a half cocked position that was

 good for nudging during a block, there was no serious

 contact if I could help it. At times a manager would

 come out and sponge off our numbers, but you only knew

 what team you were on by which side of the ball you

 lined up on. Somehow Moore broke free on a long

 twisting run for a score but we loss none the less.

 Our only loss for the year. A couple of shoes were

 lost in the mud. We were allowed to go into the shower

 in full uniform to knock back the dirt. It was a hell

 of a mess. The next week in practice Doc treated us

 like dirt, like the early days of summer practice. We

 did the 3 man roll in snowy grass. We carried our

 partners up a 20 yard 60 degree hill in our arms, then

 we wheelborrowed him up the hill, then we carried him

 on our backs up the hill, then we leap frogged up the

 hill, then we hit the tackling dummy up the hill, then

 we drove the sled up the hill, then we ran plays up

 the hill. Nobody ever got a knee ingury. We never lost

 another game and won the league.

------
1976?
good stuff ...nothing like squeezing into a pair of rydell low cuts that
have been stiffened into elf shoes with feet clad in a coupla pairs of
athletic socks.  and when your nose facility finally returns in a
steam-heated locker room, that mud smell can make even sweat seem sweet.

 i remember that fall as one of the coldest, i was working up in the air just
bolting steel building frames together with a collection of central kentucky
jail-bait.  neither gloves, boots, nor any combination of work gear could keep
you from numbness.  sitting on beams trying to keep a grip on a socket wrench. nothing got colder than dangling feet; even when your long-john ass was in contact with the kiss of 20 degree steel.

we probably can't imagine what we're in for next, sigh.

j


 

to weave: a lot to look forward to

well, bro' as civilization declines something else rises in it's place, but, what?  will the neo-primitives remember how their double no fat mocha lattes used to taste?.. while, learning to brew coffee over a campfire.  will they acquire a taste for roast starling and make their own overalls?

silent corollary:  who knows? 

./

To the tribe of makers, everywhere.

I, as fellow in a marginalized demographic, laud your presentations for reflecting our voices...the babble, the ringing in our ears...something for the 'lost' ones.  Somehow, we've become the true literature of our times...the sounds of thought..mindscapes of the inner ear.

All we have left is listening to ourselves; and that while not good enough, is at least enough in times like these.

ps    what happened to the days ..legions..cohorts, power crazed caesars ..bleeding the empire?

./

57 Midway Textures: MN ST. Fair 8-27-10 10:30p

proper expectation is likely strictly personal.  i expect little from other people (just being themselves) - no more {since the age of three as i recall}.  what swell invisible armor - affords placidity and ..bonus, is simply achievable.

silent corollary:  ^poof^

impacts require little gopher paws

certain baseball hitters have discovered it ..

 

before the ball-strike ..have the loosest grasp of the club; in golf as well i suppose this is useful.

 

at the crucial moment -  a successful outcome is invited by not having your thumb on the scales of decision.

 

[in any endeavor of honest interests] -  the silent corollary here.

 

./

 

Pix

Photo bits . . .

./

magnum opus

whatever yesterday's were or, last year's or, the ten years before..to me it weren't enough -was not done well enough.  today, try to do better.

silent corollary: 

most curious and useful of jb's attributes:  the high level BS filter/detector, the toughest grade allowable(?) 

- installed for output and (even more essentially) input monitoring purposes.

caught you peeking, or is it peaking?

./

minus one plus one equals zero

we'll adopt no complacent certitude if cautious, for life has a way of disappearing just when we're most sure of ourselves.

 

silent corollary:  don't it?

 

honest praise is a human privilege we exercise too, infrequently.

 

silent corollary:  share more.

best friends

mine is v; and no matter how right i believe i am it's never a mistake to parse her view for reference.  she's usually more right oftener than not, smart and pardoning of me own misjudgments.

3 Trinity Trip Video by jaspers - MySpace Video

3 Trinity Trip Video by jaspers - MySpace Video

excerpt ie. WHY - Deportment: + Caution:

why:

some why's are merely explanations.

the useful why's derive from a logical and reasoned investigation.

silent corollary:  differentiate and use accordingly

   
deportment: 

a mistake (or error in action) - unintentional (a lapse). - a pardonable offense.

misdeed - an intentional transgression. - requires at least a sincere

apology. 

civilized people of impeccable manners pardon or, excuse themselves when in error.

an apology is seldom required except under the most embarrassing circumstances. . especially in the workplace. 

silent corollary:  because they know how to behave at all times.

caution:

unless you are attending a funeral or an operation (medical)..there are still bigger fish to fry.

wear it lightly and try to stay out of the way, it's not about you.

silent corollary:  we're adults not adult sized children - so, let's act like it.

 simple enough_

(Weep for Me) - We lost a lotta rich folks

many in this culture have a lifestyle when they'd be more usefully engaged if they aimed for just having a life instead.  feet on the ground, heads out of the clouds - no goldrush lasts forever.

the smart Buffet (warren or, jimmy) - types know that in their bones. 

existence now..is hard (difficult) still the easy prescription applies.  find a balance between what you require (the necessities of you) and the demands/expectations/simple negotiations invoked by the environment you find yourself enmeshed with.  nothing more is essential. 

./

before strike: seek a peek

what i'm looking for is plain and simple.
it's merely evidence of or, documents of clarity
that interest me - oh, the frivolous is fine, as well.
mostly i'm on the prowl for some nugget
a bit of pith among the rinds and fruit skins.

like a fly or, a beetle i guess., i'm just scavenging
among our peoples.  there're many a wonderful
thing to be witnessed and surely enjoyed.

silent corollary:  may be a most basic human right.
check yer legacy -
we could break camp any day now.

./\.

The Rainbow Orbs (attrb: weaver, g.)

Twenty-four years ago ..one of my brothers passed and amongst others - he left behind two small sons.

Happily, they made it..and are presently two cool young men with many of the good qualities from their Dad and others they've acquired through the years.  The sadness of the loss caught and illuminated all of our lives
in the family - making available other dimensions ..the open window when the door closes. 

In my case one of these insights became a prescriptive:  observe and report.

Significance became a study ..like sailing lessons or, some other discipline, nothing too unusual i'm imagining. 

Just the workings of a human curiosity being guided by the vagaries of attention through certain fields of interest.


./

The Wisdom of P. Malinoski

My first lesson in design was from Carlton Hammond
in high school English class on how to edit ones own writing.

Second lesson in design was from Pete Pinny when he would ask,
"Why is that there?"

Third lesson was from Ferst who said,
"Show me enough of anything and I will be convinced."

Fourth lesson was from JB who said,
"Squint when you look at it."

Fifth lesson was from Mose who said,
"Maybe we should move the cars."

p

The 'Coffee Cup' was a railroad cafe just down the street.

"Meet you at the 'Cup" was what we used to tell people whom we had no intention of meeting.

Like we really meant - 'see you some later whenever'.


silent corollary:  the 'blow-off' is often a poetic koan.

big day today

because i was able to say this to myself...and mean it.

-          "i'm not that smart."

silent corollary:  the rare personal honesty is to be acknowledged.

Small Stuff

the reason we don't sweat the small stuff is because it's the little things that can change your life.  it's where the fun is. 

the big one's well, they merely mutate and hover fairly consistently.

it's just life..

events occur ..they coincide, overlap, may even seem to be successive or, there may be congruencies ..and we determine or interpret whether the effects of these partialities are consequential or, inconsequential.  So, If we determine the most likely significance of our observations - not the surest prospect,i grant you - what coincidence appears to be is a useful tool for assigning considered value to the 'inbox data stream'.

Properly interpreted this chain becomes what the old guys called good fortune. . improperly, & well there's the other kind of fortune.

an apt guess, not chinese arithmetic -

the

best toothpaste

shave lather

wash

rinse

and repeat

is

often

a sense of humor

a dash of humility

and a good night's sleep

./

Feeble Images : Scotching the flow -

some words i don't really "understand"  ..

 

control _ don't we mean 'use well'?

 

incorrect_ by how?  anti-social?  poor posture?  too inspecific.

 

any self-descriptive labels less generic than 'jb'_ self explains.

 

utter truth_ as in irrevocable?

 

all the sappy platitudes_ inclusively [and why do these words make me wince?]

 

absolute_ too vague unless a mathematical postulate.

 

conclusive_ same, unreasonable [rationality minus doubt = zero].

 

so far the theme is "nothing includes everyone".

 

smoke 'em if you got 'em and then lights out.

 

./

 

missive fo a friendly 'bro . .[in time is on time] -

amen brother, life pushes the best parts of us away and every day we must pull them back, it's not a struggle but our duty to ourselves ( and it's in our 'right' interest to do so).  in nature all energy takes the convenient path...don't it?  turbulence is unavoidable until entropy is complete and who's looking forward to that? 

in regard to present circumstances..if the forces competing for you are arrayed past the tipping point - undermine by careful degrees.

great force or mass can be deployed skillfully as a weapon against itself and then provide space for improvement.

./

Further Notes On Critical Awareness: Now or, then/now.

 

in sonic fairyland the warm emotional responses are often evoked by making the music seem to be coming back from ages and over a distance - create an spatio-temporal fantasy.

like AM radio it came across miles and from long ago ..but, is still cool/goovy/profound whathaveyou - a far away broadcast for the audience.   too new and shiney or techno up-to-now is dulled by being contemporaneous - a sheen lingers not much past the next morning's shower.

 

our technologies uses toward these ends are pretty effective at this point - not talking retro or hybrid formats just illusion created by powerful chips and decent gear - and some ear grease o' course.  it's all in the -application.sensitivity.imagineering- tritex . . 

 

i prefer to see whatever as a possibility, a model for emulation providing the study reveals something worth gleaning. opportunities for useful insights are ripe in every direction if we're so attuned. 

 

-re:  the magic dust -

-obvious but .. 

 

 

avalon mental radio dial

mostly it takes imagination and maturity to know how to organize/coordinate and invite happy coincidence into the management of any enterprise or process.  finding or inviting luck in is not a larky or lax thing.   it is a keen sensitivity to well.. everything,  realizing that even the most inconspicuous occurrences on the periphery are ripe with relevance and of course, any negativity reduces the possibility of a fruitful outcome

 

unrelated true stories:

a mosquito landed on a knee and died, three deer stood beside the road trying to decide.  an eagle soared high above and observed

patiently delaying any action whatsoever.

 

 ps.

what Page learned from Hendrix:  pithy noise can be music if the ear to construct it is properly tuned...even extremely musical at times.  ala, the segue from 'Heartbreaker' to 'Livin' Lovin' Maid'   :   bing !  :

 

sleep  

 

Sometimes it stings

hip: (in the plastic/advertainments aspect of culture)

 

the emulation of a current stance or, fashionable pose - in pursuit of validation from ones peers. 

 

we can aim a little higher.

seek creative simulation; stimulate an original position all your own.

 

silent corollary:  proper attitude toward the 'hip' i'm truly sorry to say is merely one of mild pity.  men don't 'school' only fish do.  we will indulge the terminally (arrested) hip out of pure decorum.

 

silent corollary two:  could be true hipness is merely a carefree spirit

ie., being yourself in the particular.  viv a vis the old beach boy lyric "i am a cork on the ocean".

 

silent corollary three:  could be true hipness is just a light breeze of cool - (je'ne'sais'quoi).

 

back to work (and wear it lightly?)

 

This World

Our Societies:  Are complex and irrevocably confused.

silent corollary:  best left undisturbed - further involvements will only make matters worse.  [Second Law of Thermodynamics applies here].

PS 

BELIEVE ME, THIS IS NOT A PROSCRIPTION AGAINST ANY EFFECTIVE ACTIONS, RATHER IT'S A NOTICE TO PROCEED WITH CAUTION IN ANY INTERVENTIONS.

 sweet dreams -

A Bad Conundrum

now there are more constituencies than political parties and none of the elected advocates can represent more than a fraction of the competing voices. we've no consensus and very real and sometimes conflicting issues to be addressed and solved by a not very bright governing or, for that matter ruling class. the smart people can't get through and the hapless don't have any useful answers. it's no wonder self-interest is the de facto spirit of the era.

when selflessness and a willingness to compromise are nowhere in evidence the stubborn adherence to principle is a poor substitute for insight and wise counsel. so much the worse for (us)...

to honor the worthy, pardon the mistaken and punish the wicked is a foundation the just life could be based upon. if the concept of justice were as relevant and was applied in cases as it was when initially conceived.


Sigh,

./\.

Well, here we are ..one place is as ..etc.

fun attracts:

weaver and i once had a brief career as guerilla sculptors.  just clean dirty fun ...a pair of gloves some junk and a willing pick-up... was all it needed to fill a bit of empty urban space.  then, our efforts became ensnared with collateral bystanders who had desires and proscriptions less parallel to our own innocent prankling-investigations.  observing this dynamic (and knowing of the attention curse awready)  i resolved to find a less visible sphere of activity and loosened my grip on the visual art deal for a considerable period of time.

 

silent corollary:  not all attraction is beneficial