Livejournal went down to counteract child pornography postings. It seems to be rather complex and I don't really understand it but what I do know is how much I enjoy conveying my thoughts in this way. I have missed it and hopefully the child pornographers are all put away.
Now where are my stacks of interesting information and is it even relevant anymore?
Hmmm! I am so surprised to finally be back that I am just reveling in the luxury of it. I suppose I took it for granted in some way.
I'll sit now with the joy of knowing I can post, and, just that, is enough for now.
I certainly wouldn't compare the loss of a person to the loss of the blog, but I did find myself moving through the five stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. It is a good thing to practice letting go. This is a lovely poem on grieving, and it reminds us how circular grief can be.
- "The Five Stages of Grief"
by Linda Pastan
The night I lost you
someone pointed me towards
the Five Stages of Grief.
Go that way, they said,
it's easy, like learning to climb
stairs after the amputation.
And so I climbed.
Denial was first.
I sat down at breakfast
carefully setting the table
for two. I passed you the toast--
you sat there. I passed
you the paper--you hid
Anger seemed more familiar.
I burned the toast, snatched
the paper and read the headlines myself.
But they mentioned your departure,
and so I moved on to
Bargaining. What could I exchange
for you? The silence
after storms? My typing fingers?
Before I could decide, Depression
came puffing up, a poor relation
its suitcase tied together
with string. In the suitcase
were bandages for the eyes
and bottles of sleep. I slid
all the way down the stairs
And all the time Hope
flashed on and off
in defective neon.
Hope was a signpost pointing
straight in the air.
Hope was my uncle's middle name,
he died of it.
After a year I am still climbing,
though my feet slip
on your stone face.
has long since disappeared;
green is a color
I have forgotten.
But now I see what I am climbing
written in capital letters,
a special headline:
its name in lights.
I struggle on,
waving and shouting.
Below, my whole life spreads its surf,
all the landscapes I've ever known
or dreamed of. Below
a fish jumps: the pulse
in your neck.
Acceptance. I finally
But something is wrong.
Grief is a circular staircase.
I have lost you.
A Japanese company (Toyota ) and an American company (General Motors) decided to have a canoe race on the Missouri River . Both teams practiced long and hard to reach their peak performance before the race. On the big day, the Japanese won by a mile.
The Americans, very discouraged and depressed, decided to investigate the reason for the crushing defeat. A management team made up of senior management was formed to investigate and recommend appropriate action. Their conclusion was the Japanese had 8 people rowing and 1 person steering, while the American team had 8 people steering and 1 person rowing.
Feeling a deeper study was in order, American management hired a consulting firm and paid them a large amount of money for a second opinion. They advised, of course, that too many people were steering the boat, while not enough people were rowing.
Not sure of how to utilize that information, but wanting to prevent another loss to the Japanese, the rowing team's management structure was totally reorganized to 4 steering supervisors, 3 area steering superintendents and 1 assistant superintendent steering manager. They also implemented a new performance system that would give the 1 person rowing the boat greater incentive to work harder It was called the 'Rowing Team Quality First Program,' with meetings, dinners and free pens for the rower. There was discussion of getting new paddles, canoes and other equipment, extra vacation days for practices and bonuses.
The next year the Japanese won by two miles.
Humiliated, the American management laid off the rower for poor performance, halted development of a new canoe, sold the paddles, and canceled all capital investments for new equipment. The money saved was distributed to the Senior Executives as bonuses and the next year's racing team was out-sourced to India .
We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give.
- Winston Churchill
from The Autobiography of Red by Anne Carson -
“This was when Geryon liked to plan his autobiography, in that blurred state
between awake and asleep when too many intake valves are open in the soul.
Like the terrestrial crust of the earth
which is proportionately ten times thinner than an eggshell, the skin of the soul
is a miracle of mutual pressures.
Gertrude Stein writes:
I like the feeling of words doing
as they want to do and as they have to do.
On Thursday, I went to the De Young museum and saw a wonderful art piece called Anti-Mass. It was completed in 2005 and is by artist Cornelia Parker. She took pieces of the charred remains of a Southern Black Baptist Church that was destroyed by arson, and hung them from wire. The shape is of a square and represents the “elemental substance of the universe and the sacramental ritual at the center of the Christian faith.” The pieces floating there appear to defy gravity, and yet there is substance in the wholeness of the work. It shows creativity emerging from violence and destruction and we feel the presence of the church and those who worshipped there.
I went to a Baccalaureate mass at St. Mary’s for the graduating class of St. Ignatius high school. I had never been in St. Mary’s though I was well-aware of its nickname tag of the Maytag washer. It is beautiful inside, and you look high, high, up to a stained glass cross on the roof and stained glass coming down the sides, representing earth, air, water, and fire. Sparkling in the air are a phalanx of crystals representing the holy spirit. I have two sculptures now to consider, mobiles hanging in air.
from wikipedia -
The Cathedral of Saint Mary of the Assumption, known familiarly as St. Mary's Cathedral, in San Francisco has become a landmark that annually draws thousands of people to this sacred structure, which combines the rich traditions of the Catholic faith with modern technology.
The cathedral's striking design flows from the geometric principle of the hyperbolic paraboloid, in which the structure curves upward in graceful lines from the four comers meeting in a cross. Measuring 255 feet square, the cathedral soars to 190 feet high and is crowned with a 55 foot golden cross.
Four corner pylons, each one designed to withstand ten million pounds of pressure, support the cupola, which rises 19 stories above the floor. The pylons measure just 24 inches in circumference at their narrowest point and extend 90 feet down into bedrock. The inner surface of the cupola is made up of 1500 pre-cast triangular coffers of 128 different sizes, designed to distribute the weight of the cupola. At each comer of the cathedral, vast windows look out upon spectacular views of
Above the altar is a kinetic sculpture by Richard Lippold. Alive with reflected light, the 14 tiers of triangular aluminum rods symbolize the channel of love and grace from God to His people, and their prayers and praise rising to him. The sculpture, suspended by gold wires, is 15 stories high and weighs one ton.
The existing St. Mary's Cathedral is the third such church that has served the Archdiocese of San Francisco. Old St. Mary's, built in 1854, is located on
Immediately following that disastrous fire, Archbishop Joseph McGucken gathered his consultors to begin the process of planning and constructing a new cathedral. The Archbishop commissioned three well known local architects for the project - Angus McSweeney, Paul A. Ryan and John Michael Lee - who began submitting preliminary sketches for the new cathedral which ranged from traditional Romanesque to
Plans soon took a dramatic turn as a result of a controversy ignited by an article written by architectural critic Allen Temko, who advocated a move beyond traditional architectural concepts to create a bold, new cathedral that would reflect
As plans for the new cathedral progressed, Archbishop McGucken was participating in the proceedings of the Second Vatican Council in
The contours of the new cathedral became clear through a series of press conferences held in 1964. The strikingly modern design which was presented (and with which we are familiar today) was met with high praise. Archbishop McGucken's architectural team had clearly designed a cathedral equal to
Ground was broken in August 1965 and Apostolic Delegate Luigi Raimondi blessed the cornerstone on
The rising triangles reminded me of a waffle ice cream cone, held upside down. I felt like we, the people, were the ice cream, licked by God.