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| Shadows on the floor |
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| 7th April 2017 |
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| After the deluge |
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| South, Naum's home upstairs. |
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| East |
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| 'Lines' shame about the bits of rubbish. |
Rainbow over the minicipality
Tuesday, 11 April 2017
Studio 1225 roofless, 10th April 2017
Monday, 10 April 2017
Latest Update (trying to be positive : =)
Latest Update (trying to be positive : =)
It didn't rain much at all yesterday afternoon and evening, and I kept commenting to Billy how good it was that there was not much rain. We discussed whether I would go back there again. It worked out really well the night before that I stayed there as it was Palm Sunday and Billy stayed at his parents to go to Midnight Mass or whatever it is called in the Orthodox Church. He proudly told me next day about going up to receive the Bread and Wine. I asked him a lot of questions as I know a bit about how the Anglicans do it from going to the Local Primary Grammar School. He didn't seem to know about the theological symbolism, ie the body and blood, and just said he didn't like the wine, red wine, but neither of us like that. Now he has done it at the start of Easter Week, he won't need to do it next week when he goes on Good Friday with his parents to Church. He lit a candle. He seems to derive great solace from these rituals. He blesses the house every Saturday Night, similar to the Jewish Havdallah service at the same time each week. He seemed so pleased and expressed such enjoyment from the Sacrament that I asked if he was looking forward to doing it again. He was greatly put out, and seemed strangely distressed. Then he told me he would not need to because he was Fasting this week. Greek 'Fasting' means vegetarian. I always liked it because it meant lots of Vegetarian Food brought home that I got to eat. My favourite is called 'fuck-ee' that Billy likes saying, like Greek for 'envelope'. This is the first year that he has made such a big deal of it and declared he is fasting. In the past he was addicted to meat, but now that I have gradually weaned him down to occasional meat meals, he is able to fast. I thought it was a month, not a week, but perhaps he has the choice and next year it will be a month. They do it before Xmas, too, though I only recall the Anglicans having Lent before Easter. There is Advent before Xmas but I don't think that involves fasting, more like feasting, as I recall, to use up all the perishables that won't keep over the winter, in old, cold climates.
RAIN and STUDIO resume here. Sorry about the diversion. I wish you were prepared to follow my private Blog 'Minicipality'. I would love to keep these message I send to you. I know your are spiritually and bound by your Class to avoid Social Media, but you reject my presence within it also, as if you will only look at me while I am wearing a suit and tie, like some of my cousins and lots of people that I sometimes need to deal with.
I was in this morning at SEVEN AM, and Rick phoned soon after while I was looking in the back to say he would not be in, but Ian would be by 7.30. Of course I then went upstairs and started checking my eMails and didn't hear him calling from the back, which was open so I don't know why he didn't come in, and he went to the front and knocked, but the door had the please enter sign. Eventually Nigel came too. Was that his name? He had a bushy beard like Ned Kelly.
But before Nigel was another Mat, who came with the truck. He backed in from Mayman St instead of coming in from Mercer Road, so he was stuck at the bend behind the restaurant. Anyhow, they were unloading. I did not look in detail at the truck but it all seemed to be there. I went back inside.
When I came out later my truck was replaced by a garbage truck that was emptying skips of restaurant garbage. I asked the garbage guy, whose name I didn't catch, about our truck and he said they were round the corner, but I walked round and they were gone. Eventually Ian and Nigel brought in the small amount of iron they had previously unloaded into the lane. The rest is yet to come, perhaps with Rick later today, or tomorrow. They will not be back today. That is it.
While I was waiting around I did a lot of sweeping and got rid of most of the puddles of water. The floor is essentially horizontal, but it is divided into rectangles by the lines, the name of which briefly excapes me, but for some reason, perhaps due to surface tension as the original concrete set, the centres of the rectangles tend to be lower than the edges, so it is like a lot of rectangular, shallow saucers.
I wish I could say it was all washed clean, but the dust that hadn't been fully swept away previously as well as a lot of stuff washed down from the rafters made a lot of mud on the floor. I couldn't really sweep it all clean, so it might need a good scrub out before you really move in. Do you have a little person who does for you? Or, I could find someone, as there should be months after the final completion of all the fittings, after all the fixtures are fixed.
If things were a bit further advanced, I would say that while you are in Aus, you could pop down for a few yours before you return, but it is hardly worth the effort, unless you want to dance in the rain while it is still roofless?
While the floor is a muddy mess, the rafters have had quite a good rinsing and that could be what they used to call a 'God-send'. Sometimes, I am almost inclined to think that these things happen for the best even though at the time they seem as if the timing could not be worse. Of course the only week-end within weeks each side with a huge storm, and it is the one where our roof is off. If we had said, "When is the big store? Let us have the roof off then to wash the rafters," we could not have been more accurate, and probably wrong.
In retrospect, I am astonished at myself being here by seven and sweeping out water without for one second remembering that my legs are so sore I can hardly walk, I run out of puff after a few steps and I am deplete of energy as a combined result of sleeping badly and taking medication to make me sleep. I think the benefits of the 'blessing' were wide ranging. Clearly we are on the right track and 'going with the flow' as some poeple call it. I suspect your whole life is like this, and I am just astonished to be experiencing it. If you are doing it, then please keep doing it. I don't know why I was so woried.
I guess it will all happen as it happens. I am just now much good at making things happen. In the past, I have only exercised my 'free will' within my own self. Any ability to make things happen outside myself is something I never really experienced. I guess that was what my Father observed when he said I had no initiative. Usually, I either did what other people wanted me to do or I did nothing. I always regretted so few people so rarely wanted me to do anything, because I was quite good at doing things. My Father observed this and it annoyed him, because he could see how I could 'do anything' and yet didn't do anything much at all.
They are returning tomorrow morning after eight, so I shall be back. Now I am going shopping to buy Matzot.
[I am looking forward to Mr Trump bombing North Korea. Some of the ships on there way there have the missile defense shield, so anything North Korea send towards other Koreans, their cousins, the Americans can intercept. China will pretend to be humiliated and angry, but it will be for the best. The alternative is for the Chinese Army to march into Korea and totally take over the country, and that might have been the secret agreement that Trump couldn't talk about when he said, 'Nothing, I got nothing' because he would not have said he had nothing if he really wanted something but got nothing.]
This is a season of Liberation and New Beginnings, so let us hope that the international situation comes to a head soon and is resolved for the rest of the century. The world cannot continue on a knife edge of international animosity for ever without eventually losing balance and then all will be lost. We need more people like me, Broad Centrists, who are poised on that knife edge with a foot on either side, because only then will we find balance instead of swoshing from side to side with ever greater extremes.
[Posted to minicipality.blogspot.com.au]
It didn't rain much at all yesterday afternoon and evening, and I kept commenting to Billy how good it was that there was not much rain. We discussed whether I would go back there again. It worked out really well the night before that I stayed there as it was Palm Sunday and Billy stayed at his parents to go to Midnight Mass or whatever it is called in the Orthodox Church. He proudly told me next day about going up to receive the Bread and Wine. I asked him a lot of questions as I know a bit about how the Anglicans do it from going to the Local Primary Grammar School. He didn't seem to know about the theological symbolism, ie the body and blood, and just said he didn't like the wine, red wine, but neither of us like that. Now he has done it at the start of Easter Week, he won't need to do it next week when he goes on Good Friday with his parents to Church. He lit a candle. He seems to derive great solace from these rituals. He blesses the house every Saturday Night, similar to the Jewish Havdallah service at the same time each week. He seemed so pleased and expressed such enjoyment from the Sacrament that I asked if he was looking forward to doing it again. He was greatly put out, and seemed strangely distressed. Then he told me he would not need to because he was Fasting this week. Greek 'Fasting' means vegetarian. I always liked it because it meant lots of Vegetarian Food brought home that I got to eat. My favourite is called 'fuck-ee' that Billy likes saying, like Greek for 'envelope'. This is the first year that he has made such a big deal of it and declared he is fasting. In the past he was addicted to meat, but now that I have gradually weaned him down to occasional meat meals, he is able to fast. I thought it was a month, not a week, but perhaps he has the choice and next year it will be a month. They do it before Xmas, too, though I only recall the Anglicans having Lent before Easter. There is Advent before Xmas but I don't think that involves fasting, more like feasting, as I recall, to use up all the perishables that won't keep over the winter, in old, cold climates.
RAIN and STUDIO resume here. Sorry about the diversion. I wish you were prepared to follow my private Blog 'Minicipality'. I would love to keep these message I send to you. I know your are spiritually and bound by your Class to avoid Social Media, but you reject my presence within it also, as if you will only look at me while I am wearing a suit and tie, like some of my cousins and lots of people that I sometimes need to deal with.
I was in this morning at SEVEN AM, and Rick phoned soon after while I was looking in the back to say he would not be in, but Ian would be by 7.30. Of course I then went upstairs and started checking my eMails and didn't hear him calling from the back, which was open so I don't know why he didn't come in, and he went to the front and knocked, but the door had the please enter sign. Eventually Nigel came too. Was that his name? He had a bushy beard like Ned Kelly.
But before Nigel was another Mat, who came with the truck. He backed in from Mayman St instead of coming in from Mercer Road, so he was stuck at the bend behind the restaurant. Anyhow, they were unloading. I did not look in detail at the truck but it all seemed to be there. I went back inside.
When I came out later my truck was replaced by a garbage truck that was emptying skips of restaurant garbage. I asked the garbage guy, whose name I didn't catch, about our truck and he said they were round the corner, but I walked round and they were gone. Eventually Ian and Nigel brought in the small amount of iron they had previously unloaded into the lane. The rest is yet to come, perhaps with Rick later today, or tomorrow. They will not be back today. That is it.
While I was waiting around I did a lot of sweeping and got rid of most of the puddles of water. The floor is essentially horizontal, but it is divided into rectangles by the lines, the name of which briefly excapes me, but for some reason, perhaps due to surface tension as the original concrete set, the centres of the rectangles tend to be lower than the edges, so it is like a lot of rectangular, shallow saucers.
I wish I could say it was all washed clean, but the dust that hadn't been fully swept away previously as well as a lot of stuff washed down from the rafters made a lot of mud on the floor. I couldn't really sweep it all clean, so it might need a good scrub out before you really move in. Do you have a little person who does for you? Or, I could find someone, as there should be months after the final completion of all the fittings, after all the fixtures are fixed.
If things were a bit further advanced, I would say that while you are in Aus, you could pop down for a few yours before you return, but it is hardly worth the effort, unless you want to dance in the rain while it is still roofless?
While the floor is a muddy mess, the rafters have had quite a good rinsing and that could be what they used to call a 'God-send'. Sometimes, I am almost inclined to think that these things happen for the best even though at the time they seem as if the timing could not be worse. Of course the only week-end within weeks each side with a huge storm, and it is the one where our roof is off. If we had said, "When is the big store? Let us have the roof off then to wash the rafters," we could not have been more accurate, and probably wrong.
In retrospect, I am astonished at myself being here by seven and sweeping out water without for one second remembering that my legs are so sore I can hardly walk, I run out of puff after a few steps and I am deplete of energy as a combined result of sleeping badly and taking medication to make me sleep. I think the benefits of the 'blessing' were wide ranging. Clearly we are on the right track and 'going with the flow' as some poeple call it. I suspect your whole life is like this, and I am just astonished to be experiencing it. If you are doing it, then please keep doing it. I don't know why I was so woried.
I guess it will all happen as it happens. I am just now much good at making things happen. In the past, I have only exercised my 'free will' within my own self. Any ability to make things happen outside myself is something I never really experienced. I guess that was what my Father observed when he said I had no initiative. Usually, I either did what other people wanted me to do or I did nothing. I always regretted so few people so rarely wanted me to do anything, because I was quite good at doing things. My Father observed this and it annoyed him, because he could see how I could 'do anything' and yet didn't do anything much at all.
They are returning tomorrow morning after eight, so I shall be back. Now I am going shopping to buy Matzot.
[I am looking forward to Mr Trump bombing North Korea. Some of the ships on there way there have the missile defense shield, so anything North Korea send towards other Koreans, their cousins, the Americans can intercept. China will pretend to be humiliated and angry, but it will be for the best. The alternative is for the Chinese Army to march into Korea and totally take over the country, and that might have been the secret agreement that Trump couldn't talk about when he said, 'Nothing, I got nothing' because he would not have said he had nothing if he really wanted something but got nothing.]
This is a season of Liberation and New Beginnings, so let us hope that the international situation comes to a head soon and is resolved for the rest of the century. The world cannot continue on a knife edge of international animosity for ever without eventually losing balance and then all will be lost. We need more people like me, Broad Centrists, who are poised on that knife edge with a foot on either side, because only then will we find balance instead of swoshing from side to side with ever greater extremes.
[Posted to minicipality.blogspot.com.au]
Thursday, 6 April 2017
Slight Progression
Rick the Roofman rang this morning to confirm and I am glad he did. We
got tangled up again in the warning that the spacing of the rafters for
the clear stuff (he said the name but I forgot it again instantly) are
really a bit too wide apart and he warned me again there could be
trouble ahead, but I said we would live with it. He confused me and I
started stressing about how we could have arranged for extra rafter be
put in this week as we had days with nothing happening, but he reminded
me we talked about it and I said lets go with what there is because my
Artist tenant wants the minimum of shadows. His memory was not as good
with the number of sheets, as he said six each side and he was ordering
twelve, but I said, 'Fourteen,' and reminded him we wanted one each side
in the outer part. I hope that is right. But we did confirm you want
totally clear and untinted, except for the UV, which is standard.
Did you know that insects, spiders and aparently some birds can see Ultra Violet? The little black spiders that live everywhere (there is a great little funnel at the bottom of our street door) supposedly just appear black to us, but are reflective and hence bright in UV. Ravens are not black but UV, which is somehow more purple than purple. There is an interesting colour on the colour wheel between red and purple that does not correspond to a wavelength as the wheel is really not circular but just appears that way to our eyes and brains, but is a line that extends far past each end of the range of colours we can see. I was fascinated by theories of colour when I was an Architect Student. I think it was second year when the lecturer Mrs Coldicutt put in a special question in the exam on advanced colour theory just for me. It was the most useless first class honour I ever got and I got quite a few useless honours.
The delivery is slated for Monday afternoon. They are predicting 'showers' for Sunday night and most days next week. Sad they couldn't put on the roof this week, but he was away and next week was his earliest.
Yesterday, when I was talking to Mike, I went into my standard speech about how I didn't know it was an asbestos roof but once I did know, I had to replace it. Mike laughed at me and scoffed and said they were no danger at all, even when they start to crack as that one had. I had great trouble defending my apparent stupidity at spending so much to change a roof that did not need it. It was too complex to explain that in a sense he was right and had no one ever known, no one would have ever worried and there would have been no problems, but that all depended on a state of ignorance. It really wasn't a problem, despite the horror of the cork-screw molecules, but knowing about it made it a problem. Anyhow, I only have a few more days to stress about it, so I am making the most of it while I can. This is such a totally revolutionary activity for me. I did up the passage which looked very industrial till I made it look paneled and put in the false ceiling, though it was meant to be higher, but the guy stuffed it while I was out, I think deliberately because it was easier. I have never done anything at 45/47. I have never done anything - till now. I think it is because of the counseling after facing up to the abuse I suffered as a child and its miserable consequences. I a doing a lot of things lately that surprise me. I have gone through the archive cupboard in the back room and thrown out to big bin-fulls. I have gone through kitchen cupboards and found all sorts of things I have suddenly started to use. Not a lot but compared to nothing for a third of a century a few things gradually and slowly is amazing. A couple of months ago I actually redid my WWWeb Home Pages, that were untouched since the start of the century, but after beginning to revise some of the attached files, I left them and moved on, but www.tered.org and www.tered.com now work. There are other things too, I think. If only I felt well. I was feeling really fantastic for a few weeks till recently, but lately I have leg pain and struggle to walk, and my heart has been up and down and I have had stomach problems and my inability to sleep is not better, and also on top of all that I feel as if I have no energy for anything, even if I feel able to do things now, and I feel so tired as if all I want is to hit the pillow, and yet I cannot sleep without chemical help and after many years all of it is starting to lose its effectiveness. Remember when you got me something in London and smuggled in multiple packets of something that is banned here? Even they became weak; I think I have a couple left. There must be some wonderful new German soporifics that are not habit forming, though what the problem is with being addicted I cannot see. If on cannot sleep without them and hence must have them for the rest of one's life, how is that different from needing because one is addicted? It is just Medicos being perverse. It is time to go to Billy's we are ordering from Koko's tonight. I always get Nachos. They do it really well. We have been getting it about once a months for over fifteen years. Billy always gets fabulous meat meals like Parmas or double-dogs with the lot. Somehow I manage to make my diet work. I follow cravings because I believe my body or parts of it know what it needs or wants. Apart from the ailments described above, which are recent and probably part of a phase, like the effects of a virus, I am fabulously well. It is just sad that I didn't feel like this sixty years ago. I would love to have felt like this when I was twelve. I remember it so well, it was a crucial year for me, and I was so feeble and sick so often, and just didn't care because I heard on the radio I listened to during the lonely days when I was sick in bed about the Romantic Poets who died young. I only wrote one poem at that age but I still remember it: 'Some men die with their boots on and some men die in bed. I don't care what I wear when I die, because when I die I'll be dead.' On that sombre note I shall say good night from here to there guten morgan.
Did you know that insects, spiders and aparently some birds can see Ultra Violet? The little black spiders that live everywhere (there is a great little funnel at the bottom of our street door) supposedly just appear black to us, but are reflective and hence bright in UV. Ravens are not black but UV, which is somehow more purple than purple. There is an interesting colour on the colour wheel between red and purple that does not correspond to a wavelength as the wheel is really not circular but just appears that way to our eyes and brains, but is a line that extends far past each end of the range of colours we can see. I was fascinated by theories of colour when I was an Architect Student. I think it was second year when the lecturer Mrs Coldicutt put in a special question in the exam on advanced colour theory just for me. It was the most useless first class honour I ever got and I got quite a few useless honours.
The delivery is slated for Monday afternoon. They are predicting 'showers' for Sunday night and most days next week. Sad they couldn't put on the roof this week, but he was away and next week was his earliest.
Yesterday, when I was talking to Mike, I went into my standard speech about how I didn't know it was an asbestos roof but once I did know, I had to replace it. Mike laughed at me and scoffed and said they were no danger at all, even when they start to crack as that one had. I had great trouble defending my apparent stupidity at spending so much to change a roof that did not need it. It was too complex to explain that in a sense he was right and had no one ever known, no one would have ever worried and there would have been no problems, but that all depended on a state of ignorance. It really wasn't a problem, despite the horror of the cork-screw molecules, but knowing about it made it a problem. Anyhow, I only have a few more days to stress about it, so I am making the most of it while I can. This is such a totally revolutionary activity for me. I did up the passage which looked very industrial till I made it look paneled and put in the false ceiling, though it was meant to be higher, but the guy stuffed it while I was out, I think deliberately because it was easier. I have never done anything at 45/47. I have never done anything - till now. I think it is because of the counseling after facing up to the abuse I suffered as a child and its miserable consequences. I a doing a lot of things lately that surprise me. I have gone through the archive cupboard in the back room and thrown out to big bin-fulls. I have gone through kitchen cupboards and found all sorts of things I have suddenly started to use. Not a lot but compared to nothing for a third of a century a few things gradually and slowly is amazing. A couple of months ago I actually redid my WWWeb Home Pages, that were untouched since the start of the century, but after beginning to revise some of the attached files, I left them and moved on, but www.tered.org and www.tered.com now work. There are other things too, I think. If only I felt well. I was feeling really fantastic for a few weeks till recently, but lately I have leg pain and struggle to walk, and my heart has been up and down and I have had stomach problems and my inability to sleep is not better, and also on top of all that I feel as if I have no energy for anything, even if I feel able to do things now, and I feel so tired as if all I want is to hit the pillow, and yet I cannot sleep without chemical help and after many years all of it is starting to lose its effectiveness. Remember when you got me something in London and smuggled in multiple packets of something that is banned here? Even they became weak; I think I have a couple left. There must be some wonderful new German soporifics that are not habit forming, though what the problem is with being addicted I cannot see. If on cannot sleep without them and hence must have them for the rest of one's life, how is that different from needing because one is addicted? It is just Medicos being perverse. It is time to go to Billy's we are ordering from Koko's tonight. I always get Nachos. They do it really well. We have been getting it about once a months for over fifteen years. Billy always gets fabulous meat meals like Parmas or double-dogs with the lot. Somehow I manage to make my diet work. I follow cravings because I believe my body or parts of it know what it needs or wants. Apart from the ailments described above, which are recent and probably part of a phase, like the effects of a virus, I am fabulously well. It is just sad that I didn't feel like this sixty years ago. I would love to have felt like this when I was twelve. I remember it so well, it was a crucial year for me, and I was so feeble and sick so often, and just didn't care because I heard on the radio I listened to during the lonely days when I was sick in bed about the Romantic Poets who died young. I only wrote one poem at that age but I still remember it: 'Some men die with their boots on and some men die in bed. I don't care what I wear when I die, because when I die I'll be dead.' On that sombre note I shall say good night from here to there guten morgan.
Wednesday, 5 April 2017
Roofless in Armadale
Thanks for the encouraging message. It is amazing. There is still a
lot of rubbish hanging from the rafters so it would not be a pretty
picture. I have been talking down stairs. Nick the owner/developer was
there. I took him in the back to have a look and we saw that part of
the downpipe from the top, front roof had been removed, so when (sadly
not if) it rains next weekend, not only will we have the direct rain,
but all the run-off from the entire other roof. Fortunately we noticed
it, thanks to showing him through. Nick had to show off by pulling out
his mobile cell-phone and going to Google Earth and zooming in so we
could see the missing downpipe.
Yes, we are not quite ready for Michael yet, but getting close. Once the new roof is on, this time next week, we can pat ourselves on the back. There is still some work at the back to fill the expanding gap next to the door where the wall is not vertical, re-bracket the door post and turn the step into a steep ramp. Then a plumber for the trough, but I have a new plumber we found for Billy's plumbing emergency.
Do I correctly deduce you have time to fill and energy to expend in Berlin? I thought you played 'Den Mother' to lots of young musicians. Here is an idea: next time you are off somewhere, to accompany Brett on a tour, organise a tour of your own and take a group of people with you. It would be a sinch to arrange as hotels and transport people love groups and fall over themselves to help in a way they never do for individuals unless you are an A++ list Celeb. You might need a minimum of ten and more than fifteen could be difficult, and you could aim for both ends of the market, people paying top price for the opportunity to meet the musicians as well as attend a particular concert, as well as an opportunity for young musicians to experience the music-scene in another city. Of course you can do it with painters, too, and in either case you might or might not want to provide commentary. That way, not only do you pay for your travel, but you may make considerable extra income, while keeping busy, meeting lots of excellent people and sharing the joy you personally experience in your adio-visual world.
I posted something to my FaceBook page today. It started off as a comment in a request to my Internet Service Provider, and I liked it so posted it. I don't post often to my own page. Here is is:
- - - -
Like most people, I find CyberSpace is a multi-dimensional, fractal maze, where everything seems to repeat, but differently and no path leads to an end or a definitive answer, but becomes an infinite, looping, branching spiral. I like that sentence, I will post it to one of my FaceBook pages or one of my Blogs, all of which started with great enthusiasm, till some Catastrophe point is reached and everything jumps from one orthogonal framework, with all its fractal complexity, to another. The asbestos roof at the back went yesterday, but the new roof does not materialise till next week: it is like being trapped in a level of a game, where you cannot recover till the next throw of the die.
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The Pollack/Pollock?
It has faded badly and doesn't look like anything much now, perhaps like the sign might have if I had not over-painted it, and it had just gone green and mouldy, because the green is about the only colour that has stayed.
I was going to get them to carry it in the back so I could keep it. At first I was going to put it in my corridoor, but it is too long. I am not sure it would even fit in the back. I think it could be good for something to paint over, like a super-long, outdoor canvas, in which case if it did fit, we could keep it, and that would be easier that cutting it up and disposing of it.
W'a' ''u t'ink?
I didn't think of Jackson Pollock at all when I was doing it, and it never occurred to me that I was doing some sort of 'action painting' on top of a ladder, till someone mentioned the idea to me. I only discussed it with about three people in all those years, and have no idea what most people thought about it, if they even saw it and thought about it. Perhaps it was only two: Anthony what'shisname now gone from carpets over the road, and some bloke who was walking past one day when I was outside whom I have never seen again. And you, so that makes three. Anyhow, it is so derivative to copy something like Pollock's seemingly easy technique that I regret now mentioning it to you.
I had better do something else now, so stay tuned, as they say. I might do a photograph, though there isn't that much to see, just the broken downpipe through the rafters. Hmmm?
Quoting Heather Betts <heatherbetts@me.com>:
Hi Naum,
This sounds amazing, it must feel all so different already. Fabulous! The name of my guy was Michael, the Builder from St Kilda. But there are probably a few steps to cover before his services are needed. If you manage a photo, it would be great to see the progress, but don't worry if it's a hassle. I know the feeling of everything in action and feeling all excited and jumpy but with nothing busy to do myself! Maybe it feels like that for you a bit? I usually just flap around the perimeter uselessly!
Well the new roof will be there soon enough, what a good feeling. Especially to be rid of that poisonous stuff. And maybe then investigate a smart car?? 🚗
And what will happen to the PollackPollock?
Loving the updates, love the details like the boring gloves!
Love to you
Hexxx
On 4 Apr 2017, at 09:05, naum@tered.org wrote:
The Asbestos is gone. Remember when we went into the Council and asked? Seems so long ago now. Paul rang me late afternoon to say it was all done, the inspector had been, and the site was declared safe, and we have a certificate to frame and hang on the wall. This week is going to be sunny, but the weekend promises rain, and the new roof does not come till Monday. Rooves don't travel fast. I spoke to the Rick the Roof man on Monday. He is back from England and everything is supposedly right on queue. So far so good, but I am always nervous as I have experienced things going wrong before. I keep reminding myself that this is your project and for you everything flows with classical harmony. I was going to take a photograph of the men on the roof, removing it, which was visible from my balcony, but they had finished that side too quickly, and besides they had similar suits to the one Mark had, but boring gloves. I will try and photograph the exposed roof timbers, perhaps. Mat is supposedly back from his second honeymoon, this time to Japan, but I have not seen him yet. He is the main one to arrange things like the step and we still haven't cleared out all the rubbish attached to the roof. Everything else is waiting till the roof is done, then you can contact your Carpenter friend, whose name a have forgotten again, and he can fit it out. Then there is the sink to attach, but that should be enough before you return, though that is not for another half-year. [Sob, sob, sob.] By then we will ahve the front of the building fixed up, too. It will be good bye to my abstract doodle on the front that I did to cover up Abbas's sign. It was Pollack does Pollock, and apparently was quite an element in the ambiance of that end of High Street, so some people told me over the years to my surprise as I assumed it was universally ignored. The Site Office might still be there when you return, as they might not move into the new building as planned, when it is habitable and while it is being fitted out and stay with us. After they go, I don't know what will happen. The long term idea was for us upstairs to move down there while upstairs is being remodeled, but after all this time, I doubt it will happen. When Abbas was first turfed out, nearly twenty years ago now, I had the idea of a cafe, but they are everywhere now so that is out of the question.
Yes, we are not quite ready for Michael yet, but getting close. Once the new roof is on, this time next week, we can pat ourselves on the back. There is still some work at the back to fill the expanding gap next to the door where the wall is not vertical, re-bracket the door post and turn the step into a steep ramp. Then a plumber for the trough, but I have a new plumber we found for Billy's plumbing emergency.
Do I correctly deduce you have time to fill and energy to expend in Berlin? I thought you played 'Den Mother' to lots of young musicians. Here is an idea: next time you are off somewhere, to accompany Brett on a tour, organise a tour of your own and take a group of people with you. It would be a sinch to arrange as hotels and transport people love groups and fall over themselves to help in a way they never do for individuals unless you are an A++ list Celeb. You might need a minimum of ten and more than fifteen could be difficult, and you could aim for both ends of the market, people paying top price for the opportunity to meet the musicians as well as attend a particular concert, as well as an opportunity for young musicians to experience the music-scene in another city. Of course you can do it with painters, too, and in either case you might or might not want to provide commentary. That way, not only do you pay for your travel, but you may make considerable extra income, while keeping busy, meeting lots of excellent people and sharing the joy you personally experience in your adio-visual world.
I posted something to my FaceBook page today. It started off as a comment in a request to my Internet Service Provider, and I liked it so posted it. I don't post often to my own page. Here is is:
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Like most people, I find CyberSpace is a multi-dimensional, fractal maze, where everything seems to repeat, but differently and no path leads to an end or a definitive answer, but becomes an infinite, looping, branching spiral. I like that sentence, I will post it to one of my FaceBook pages or one of my Blogs, all of which started with great enthusiasm, till some Catastrophe point is reached and everything jumps from one orthogonal framework, with all its fractal complexity, to another. The asbestos roof at the back went yesterday, but the new roof does not materialise till next week: it is like being trapped in a level of a game, where you cannot recover till the next throw of the die.
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The Pollack/Pollock?
It has faded badly and doesn't look like anything much now, perhaps like the sign might have if I had not over-painted it, and it had just gone green and mouldy, because the green is about the only colour that has stayed.
I was going to get them to carry it in the back so I could keep it. At first I was going to put it in my corridoor, but it is too long. I am not sure it would even fit in the back. I think it could be good for something to paint over, like a super-long, outdoor canvas, in which case if it did fit, we could keep it, and that would be easier that cutting it up and disposing of it.
W'a' ''u t'ink?
I didn't think of Jackson Pollock at all when I was doing it, and it never occurred to me that I was doing some sort of 'action painting' on top of a ladder, till someone mentioned the idea to me. I only discussed it with about three people in all those years, and have no idea what most people thought about it, if they even saw it and thought about it. Perhaps it was only two: Anthony what'shisname now gone from carpets over the road, and some bloke who was walking past one day when I was outside whom I have never seen again. And you, so that makes three. Anyhow, it is so derivative to copy something like Pollock's seemingly easy technique that I regret now mentioning it to you.
I had better do something else now, so stay tuned, as they say. I might do a photograph, though there isn't that much to see, just the broken downpipe through the rafters. Hmmm?
Quoting Heather Betts <heatherbetts@me.com>:
Hi Naum,
This sounds amazing, it must feel all so different already. Fabulous! The name of my guy was Michael, the Builder from St Kilda. But there are probably a few steps to cover before his services are needed. If you manage a photo, it would be great to see the progress, but don't worry if it's a hassle. I know the feeling of everything in action and feeling all excited and jumpy but with nothing busy to do myself! Maybe it feels like that for you a bit? I usually just flap around the perimeter uselessly!
Well the new roof will be there soon enough, what a good feeling. Especially to be rid of that poisonous stuff. And maybe then investigate a smart car?? 🚗
And what will happen to the PollackPollock?
Loving the updates, love the details like the boring gloves!
Love to you
Hexxx
On 4 Apr 2017, at 09:05, naum@tered.org wrote:
The Asbestos is gone. Remember when we went into the Council and asked? Seems so long ago now. Paul rang me late afternoon to say it was all done, the inspector had been, and the site was declared safe, and we have a certificate to frame and hang on the wall. This week is going to be sunny, but the weekend promises rain, and the new roof does not come till Monday. Rooves don't travel fast. I spoke to the Rick the Roof man on Monday. He is back from England and everything is supposedly right on queue. So far so good, but I am always nervous as I have experienced things going wrong before. I keep reminding myself that this is your project and for you everything flows with classical harmony. I was going to take a photograph of the men on the roof, removing it, which was visible from my balcony, but they had finished that side too quickly, and besides they had similar suits to the one Mark had, but boring gloves. I will try and photograph the exposed roof timbers, perhaps. Mat is supposedly back from his second honeymoon, this time to Japan, but I have not seen him yet. He is the main one to arrange things like the step and we still haven't cleared out all the rubbish attached to the roof. Everything else is waiting till the roof is done, then you can contact your Carpenter friend, whose name a have forgotten again, and he can fit it out. Then there is the sink to attach, but that should be enough before you return, though that is not for another half-year. [Sob, sob, sob.] By then we will ahve the front of the building fixed up, too. It will be good bye to my abstract doodle on the front that I did to cover up Abbas's sign. It was Pollack does Pollock, and apparently was quite an element in the ambiance of that end of High Street, so some people told me over the years to my surprise as I assumed it was universally ignored. The Site Office might still be there when you return, as they might not move into the new building as planned, when it is habitable and while it is being fitted out and stay with us. After they go, I don't know what will happen. The long term idea was for us upstairs to move down there while upstairs is being remodeled, but after all this time, I doubt it will happen. When Abbas was first turfed out, nearly twenty years ago now, I had the idea of a cafe, but they are everywhere now so that is out of the question.
Wednesday, 1 March 2017
Wednesday, 15 February 2017
Nearing life's end
Did I begin this back at the start of January?
The draft said 3rd Jan, but it will now post at today.
I feel it now, more than ever.
Had the Tarot Cards Nine and Ten of Swords.
Both in the same 'Future' position.
Too freaky.
Now it is Feb 15th, 2017
15+2=17
Happy Birthday to me.
The draft said 3rd Jan, but it will now post at today.
I feel it now, more than ever.
Had the Tarot Cards Nine and Ten of Swords.
Both in the same 'Future' position.
Too freaky.
Now it is Feb 15th, 2017
15+2=17
Happy Birthday to me.
Monday, 2 January 2017
1017
Scene One is in a small cottage. A few people are celebrating as a young
couple have just announced they are to have a baby, and he is going to clear a
plot of land that was never used and make a small farm for them, if they have
the blessing of the village, because it is away from the Common and the
Churchland, on the other side of the village, but still belongs to
everyone. People recall going there as
children as a ‘dare’, and others have hunted there occasionally, but no one
ever lived there.
It is a small house, so we hear a lot of people outside who
have come to congratulate the couple and agree to the land clearing. Then along comes the local big wig, whom we
also just hear outside that he too has come to give his blessings and agree to
the land clearing, but then he tells how he heard when a small boy that there
used to be someone living there who put a curse on it, which is what the
children sometimes tell each other, and that is why his family always left it,
because really it is theirs, even though the village thinks it belongs to them,
like their common land in the middle of the village. If this were an Opera, he would come on stage
and sing this as an aria, but the aim here is to have a play with few actors
but many characters.
The lower half of the stage has a black curtain across in
front of it as the only light comes in from the window in the right, and to
start that is little, but then bright lights are brought up to the window so
they shine into the top part of the room.
Perhaps to start the room could be full of light, quickly fading into
night as lamps and candles are lit on the floor, and the curtains could be
lowered from above, and then when the lamps are raised and put up on shelves,
the curtains could drop to the lower half of the stage, and then the setting
sun could shine in the window, on the happy celebration till the sun sets and
all is dark. Then, in come children, who
we hear but do not see as they are in the dark, below the light from the
candles, which are high. They share the
good news and make plans for their studies with the teacher.
He tells of the new age they live in, where they need not
believe old superstitions, and praises their ‘modern times’ and their expanding
knowledge etc. Perhaps a Priest or
someone in the robes of some order with a cowl over their face agrees that ancient
superstitions must be dropped but disagrees over the reason, not a secular
modernism, recently learnt from the rediscovered Ancient Greeks, but faith in
the beliefs of the Church.
Bright lights come up to the window and then in come
Government Soldiers, who read a proclamation announcing all men between some
ages are conscripted into the Army. The
new, young, father-to-be is grabbed and led away, with barely time for a
parting kiss, being told, ‘you wont need to take anything where you are going.’ We hear others also being arrested outside,
and cries of ‘What about the harvest?’ and ‘My baby!’ And suddenly there are only women on stage
and a boy who is too short for us to see.
The soldier looks down at him and then takes a bugle out of
his bag and holds it up. ‘Do you know
what this is?’ ‘Could you play it?’
There are cries of ‘No!’ But then the soldier holds up a coin and the is tempted.
The soldier says, ‘Put your lips together and put the bugle to your lips. Keep your lips loose but keep the the bugle
tight, and blow.’ He does and is grabbed
and led away, ‘To blow the bugle’. And that is the end of him till the end of
the play.
Suddenly it is quiet again and dark outside. ‘My baby!’
‘No, my baby!’ ‘They are all our
babies!’ ‘Shall we ever see them again?’
‘What about the harvest?’ ‘We won’t need the extra field now.’
‘Ah, that field. It is a good thing we are not disturbing that place, even if
it was only good for scaring children.’ ‘The
curse is real enough.’ ‘This might be a new age but we are foolish to abandon
our old traditions.’ ‘You wouldn’t say these things if the Priest is around.’
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