Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Dateline Milna: Wednesday
on the internet, I think, but I love what Charles has been writing . .
. drove around the island the last few days visiting old villages . .
.here's a shot of Julia by a little pomegranate in the deserted village
of Smrka . . .one of me hiking near there . . .a picture of one of the
island's self-taught sculptors in his studio (check it out) . . .and
me, when Almir was here and Julia was not, enjoying my gift hammock from
Eliot and Kyra . . . and a photo of our patio caper plant in bloom . . .
big score today, I went to the larger village of Supetar and got some
drawing pencils . . . and I got another bottle of the red wine that I
helped make last year . . .gotta go down to the market now and get some
veggies for dinner . . .
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Dateline Milna 8/20
consult Tarot, poke about in my garden, and fret about my roof and the
coming rainy season . . . go for short walks . . .take naps . . . visit
Slavko as he works . . .in the evening we go down to the waterfront . .
. often there is music . . . violin recitals, rock, gypsy jazz-folk rock
. . . we visit our neighbor "Julia", an attorney turned art lover and
gallery owner . . . she has had three different locations for her
gallery since we have been here, but none seemed to work out,(there are
stories there), so now she and her husband have built a lovely little
gallery in their house just behind us . . .the only trouble is that no
one knows that it is there, yet there she sits each evening from 8 to
11, up a dark unlit pedestrian only dead end street waiting for business
to wander by and in . . .
Here are two great photos . . . the one with the dog, I call "Fast Food,
'Cuz It Has to Be . . ." and check out those Conger eels with the
fisherman . . . yummy soup, i guess . . .
Friday, August 20, 2010
Being from Omak
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Emily Dickenson & Pythagoras
Ok so know one has said
A thing about Emily
Dickenson + Pythagoras = new heroes
You must have an opinion
So why not express it singularly
A way that would strengthen your
Resistance to simple plurality
The ancient world knew it all
They have forgotten more wisdom than we
Have learned
They have left their ruins and
Like them we will leave ours
Only ours won't be biodegradable
And not even dependable
Pythagoras on his island
Sharpening his stylo and working
His computations and understands
The mysteries of this life
He understands the purpose is to blend
Into the cosmos and leave the land and
The muscle behind
Emily Dickenson knew life was more
Supreme when left to Art and white
Dresses worn out doors in the night
Tending her phlox and her lilies
Sitting at her desk and writing and writing
Better than stuck behind the
Muscle of this life almost better than being out
On an island strumming your lute
Then there is Buddha by the side of road
Waiting for you to give him the answer
Are you able to sit with all of the strangeness
Of this Life or are you afraid of being alive
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Dateline Milna: Solin
Last night - the night of the Perseid meteor shower - Julia finally arrived home from a long stint in the U.K. We could see the meteorites streaking across the sky just behind our house, quiet now since the neighbors on one side have left and the apartment on the other is unrented.
Lori Writes: Nootka fishing trip
Just got back from fishing for a couple days up in Nootka sound BC.
Here are a couple pics from the trip, more to come later, over all I
think we brought home about 600-700 pounds of fish between us! we had
five of us on the boat, John, his brother Tony, their dad Harvey and
their friend Brad who owns the boat. We had our limit of kings the
first day in about 1 1/2 hours! Nootka is on vancouver Island we drive
up to Campbell River , the road is good there, then head towards Gold
River, the road gets real narrow and twisty then at Gold River it is
about 1hr 45min on a primitive mostly gravel road to get to where we
meet the boat, then 20 min to the lodge. The lodge is floating and with
so many bears around I am glad it was! We saw several bears, humpback
whales all over, sea otters. The landscape is unreal. super deep water
with peaks still snow capped. Basically wilderness! It would have been
great to stay a LOT longer but now we have to make hay.
Here is a pic of the boat coming to get us. It is a super nice
Seawolf.. a pic of the fish we cought the first morning, the water at
the lodge was an amazing emerald green, and a pic of us approaching the
lodge.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Eliot and Paul Finish Their Truly Gorgeous Table
Dateline Solin: the Reef
Greben itself is an unlikely structure in a country of the unlikely and improbable. Constructed of two shipping containers supplemented by plantings and add-on sheds, it seems to be a tiny grocery market situated on a dirt strip alongside the highway climbing to Klis. Cars roar in and out all day for cigarettes or a quick snack or coffee from the vending machine. Now and then, older men, for the most part, crowd in and purchase a half-liter bottle of pivo - Kaltenberg or Karlovatcho or Ojusko - then take it behind the store where a small arbor has been constructed, thickly covered by some sort of vining plant or weed that along with a frequent breeze provides relief from the fierce sun. In this intimate shade, there is a battered table or two and a few chairs and lots of empty beer bottles and cigarette stubs. During the day, this is the social center of the neighborhood, as local men joke or bait or rail, often in non-stop monologues. Many of them are retired or are taking a break from their work in loose free-lance jobs.
If the arbor is already occupied, the men may take a delapidated chair to the shade of some slight trees that run alongside the two bocche ball courts that are Greben's most striking feature. Drinking their beer, they shout conversations to those sitting across the courts in the arbor, fully participating in the social melee.
As evening brings some cooling, more men arrive and the focus moves out from the arbor to the ball courts constructed of white painted concrete blocks. Here games may last all night, with the many on-lookers ringing the courts on homemade benches or chairs, furnishing non-stop comment, advice and admonition. Losers, of course, buy the beer.
Shannon Updates: Trevor's campaign
Well, as of today there are four people running for two places on the school
board. A couple Trevor is going to have trouble beating though because of
name recognition, but who knows. He wil be a county delegate for the
Republican party however, and is on a first name basis with the republican
running for governor, and is friends with his niece and other family
members. Will keep you posted. Whatever happens he is having fun. So we will
see.
Sunday, August 08, 2010
Dateline Milna: Sunday Update
Wednesday, August 04, 2010
Nadas Favorite Story about Brac
“A family on Brac had a relative - a grandmother, as it were – who had moved away some years ago and now lived in America in Chicago. One day the grandmother died and, according to her will, she was cremated and her ashes sent home to Brac for burial. Her instructions were sent to her family in a separate mailing. Now, as sometimes happens, the letter with instructions got delayed in the mail but the urn with the ashes arrived just fine. Her family unwrapped and opened the urn and stared at it with some perplexity. “What is this, that Grandma has sent us from America?” they asked each other. Finally they decided the ashes must be a seasoning, particularly fine judging by the bottle it came in. They began using it on all their food. About a month later, the letter with the instructions finally arrived. “Oh no,” the family cried, “how can we bury Grandma when we have eaten her?”