to be cont'd
“You shall see rude and sturdy, experienced and wise men, keeping their castles, or teaming up their summer’s wood, or chopping alone in the woods, men fuller of talk and rare adventure in the sun and wind and rain, than a chestnut is full of meat; who were out not only in ’75 and 1812, but have been out every day of their lives; greater men than Homer, or Chaucer, or Shakespeare, only they never got time to say so; they never took to the way of writing. Look at their fields, and imagine what they might write, if ever they should put pen to paper. Or what have they not written on the face of the earth already, clearing, and burning, and scratching, and harrowing, and plowing, and subsoiling, in and in, and out and out, and over and over, again and again, erasing what they had already written for want of parchment.”
A friend sent the sewer raccoon this advisory on just how much data might be crammed into the ether.
Try it. It works!
oh, wait a minute,
right out there in the back yard
on the Vulcan Weathervanes beacon light
made in the 1980s from recycled railings;
since the rising sun over the fence is catching the globe in its rays
creating an appropriate changing picture of frost and mist
but with a clearing atmosphere within
- under the unfluence of Old Sol -
it causes me to speculate;
That crystal ball has sat there on that cobbled creation, offering readings
if anyone cared to look
of the state of the union and many etceteras
for the entire eight years of ex. President George Bush & co.
and now, under Obama
a mist is clearing and a sunny day obtains
and that is good news for a hand-shader
of a 2 pixel antique digital camera.
following arduous morning
creating the Two-zie shirts
we were rewarded by (soon 2-B-fline)
with a light but palletous mid-day meal
featuring a basque pear, rendered
in a delightful tone, which suggests this
- presentation a specialite of Dee -
but the holding together of the cracker
package with a clothes pin idea
is courtesy of he who edits S. Raccoonage
* The euphemism Little David is only that, for this temporarily l-i-t-t-l-e guy has a father who is big Luke, of the Means clan of giants. This shirt will become a collector's item for the future behemoth man, and we will resume being little Uncle David.
Dee flies out Wednesday for the event, and will take the shirt options in her carry-on. The SRN hopes he will wear the rented tux. Will find out later.
In circa 1982
midnight marauders ripped off
the copper downspouts
from Friedens church, Milwaukee
presumably for the value of the metal;
that just happened again out here in Waukesha
at St. Matthias Episcopal church;
a picture in the local paper showed workmen
replacing the stolen copper gutters and downspouts.
We were members of old Friedens, a dying church in the inner city.
The incremental symptoms of imminent demise
like the ripped off metal
and the death of the boiler
and the broken stained glass windows
and the defacements and gnawings of the proud edifice
of which there were many -
too many to catalog
in this journal devoted to the uplifting of raccoons
and to life in general
~ and by the way the Delafield legionnaires are about to unleash
their annual coon feed again ~
(see this posting and other SRN postings under the coon feed heading
But ironically enough
the long-ago pastor of Friedens
a friend unremoved by the vagaries of a transitory church
just recently passed under the above arbor
atop which is perched an elbow of one of those stolen downspouts
a piece the thieves forgot;
there were no funds for replacements;
we should have given that souvenir to our visitor
if he would have taken it;
we put it up there as a symbol (of life after death?)
in the belief that everything stands for something else
and also in hopes that perhaps robins would make an "upscale" nest there;
but so far no luck. There seems to be a lingering question, clear, even among utilitarian wildlife:
Here's what Wikipedia has on him:
Meade Anderson "Lux" Lewis (September 3, 1905 – June 7, 1964) was a United States pianist and composer noted for his work in the Boogie Woogie style. His best known work, "Honky Tonk Train Blues", has been recorded in various contexts, often in a big band arrangement. Early renditions include 1940s recordings by Adrian Rollini, Frankie Trumbauer, and Bob Zurke, with Bob Crosby's orchestra. Keith Emerson of Emerson, Lake and Palmer often includes it in his program, but Lewis himself did not need accompaniment, his solo performances had the power and intricacy of a sophisticated orchestral arrangement.
Lewis was born in Chicago, Illinois in September 1905 (September 3rd, 4th, and 13th are given as his birthdate in various sources). In his youth he was influenced by pianist Jimmy Yancey.
A 1927 rendition of "Honky Tonk Train Blues" on the Paramount Records label marked his recording debut. He remade it for Parlophone in 1935 and for Victor in 1937, but it was his performance at John Hammond's historic From Spirituals to Swing concert at Carnegie Hall, in 1938 that brought Lewis lasting fame. Following the celebrated event, Lewis and two other performers from that concert, Albert Ammons and Pete Johnson often appeared as a trio and became the leading boogie-woogie pianists of the day. They performed an extended engagement at Café Society, toured as a trio, and inspired the formation of Blue Note Records in 1939. Their success led to a decade long boogie woogie craze  with big band swing treatments by Tommy Dorsey, Will Bradley, and others; and numerous country boogie and early rock 'n' roll songs.
Meade "Lux" Lewis continued recording until 1962 and died in an automobile accident in Minneapolis, Minnesota on June 7, 1964.
Lewis was mentioned in Chapter 81 of author Kurt Vonnegut's novel Cat's Cradle.
As a dabbler in the boogie style, the SRN editor was a devotee of Lewis, and is glad to have this disk he can just pop into the computer, scratches and all, while composing the raccoon news. U Tube has a few antique cuts of him in their latter-day offerings. Here's one:
Evidently sufficient unto the exposure, albeit
- I know, I know -
taken with only
a now-antique two (2) pixel Olympus hand-held digital.
Dee busies herself cutting a floral pattern from one of my old wallpaper books to make a greeting card for an ill parishioner. The SRN editor is smitten by the fact that she takes the time in these busy days and ages to do these economical things for "the Congo." It has ever been thus for as long as I've studied her, now over 25 years. Dee learned from her mother, a rural Maryland "waste not and want not"er.
Succeeding generations of Sunday-schoolers learning under Denise in Waukesha WI might not have otherwise received the many tendered scissor-cut careful outlines and hand-made and hand-written designs telling of her love and care. It has not been to save money, necessarily, that she does these things for others with her hands.
Her color sense is as good as or better than what might be instilled by a "higher" tutor.