Galileo, Sun and Wine


“Galileo’s Daughter” by Dava Sobel

An elegant  book jacket drew me to this book at first as I pulled it from a bargain shelf at Half Price Books.  “A Historical Memoir of Science, Faith and Love,” proclaimed the subtitle.  How could I resist?

The book jacket explains:  “Of Galileo’s three illegitimate children the eldest best mirrored his own brilliance, industry, and sensibility, and by virtue of these qualities became his confidante.  Born Virginia in 1600, she was thirteen when Galileo placed her in a convent hear him in Florence, where she took the most appropriate name of Suor Maria Celeste.  Her loving support, which Galileo repaid in kind, proved to be her father’s greatest source of strength throughout his most productive and tumultuous years.  Her presence, through letters which Sobel has translated from their original Italian and masterfully woven into the narrative, graces her father’s life now as it did then.”

While Sobel writes of Galileo’s scientific beliefs and his clash with the Catholic church, the book primarily focuses on the relationship between a father and daughter as they share and support the struggles of their lives via letters:  the father in his very public life and the daughter in her very sheltered existence.  The reader gains insight into both worlds.

Here is a quote from the book that gives Galileo’s description of wine.

Light held together with moisture.”

Art at the Art Center of Corpus Christi


"Devary and Charley" - H. W.Tatum

“Devary and Charley” – H. W. Tatum

Last week I took this photo with my cell phone as I was leaving the Art Center of Corpus Christi through the courtyard.  Daughter and I had just had lunch at the Citrus Bayfront Bistro located inside.

The piece, by local sculptor H. W. Tatum,
was commissioned and donated to the Art Center of Corpus Christi 
by the Durril family
in memory of their daughter, Devary, 
who was killed in an auto accident in 1978.

Quote by Brian Andreas…


Art by Brian Andreas

Art by Brian Andreas

“She left pieces of her life behind everywhere she went;
it’s easier to find the sunlight without them.”
Brian Andreas

Check out the playful art of Brian Andreas.  While waiting for a flight back home I discovered his work at a store in the San Francisco International Airport.

Chasing away the cold…


A cold north wind is hurrying toward the bluff.

Giving thanks for all I have today…

Mate, daughter, son, grandson, family and friends to count;

And more…rainwater for herbs, feathery-white pelicans floating

on Nueces Bay, black fluffy cat grooming in a chair, flour for baking, music,

strength for running, courage for living, happy hearts and hugs,

connection with the world, purpose for the day,

words to write, memories in scattered black and white,

sunlight sliding through my kitchen window,

moonlight on the bay at night,

laughter, tears and life.

 

Bloggers with HEART


Recently I wrote a post, Bloggers, Books and Carl Sagan , and asked bloggers to describe their blog in 2-4 words.  Thanks to all who commented and/or liked!  Here are those who responded directly to describing their blogs.

She Kept a Parrot
folksy, sentimental, personal”
George is all of that and more.  You will find outstanding photos of her immediate environment, local sites and people who interest her.  Her photos are accompanied by short explanations and wonderful stories.  Indeed, she does keep a parrot (Rita), a chinchilla (Che) and more than one dog.  Stop by her home – you’ll be entertained.  She also has a blog called “The Fuzzy Photo.

FASAB
“esoteric intolerance”
FASAB (Fight Against Stupidity & Bureaucracy ) posts daily and is sure to make you smile or groan with jokes, puns, tests and information you did not know you needed.  Give it a try and have some fun!

Ruined for Life:  Phoenix Edition
I must ruminate over which words capture this blog.”
Kelly lives part of the time in China where she teaches English.  From she writes of life around her accompanied by excellent photos of the places she visits.  It truly is a unique look inside that country from an American’s viewpoint.   She reviews books, movies, TV shows, plays, music and more.  You will learn from the phoenix!

This Little Light
“impassioned girl meets quirky writer”
Cara is impassioned about writing!  She writes from her heart with compassion about her own journeys and inspires in many ways.  Her other blog,  “Awaking Foster Kelly”, showcases her book.  Her light is a beacon – go to the light!

Tilted Tiara
…all over the place & whatever I am feeling at the time.”
Valentine shares her political views and her past in a passionate way.  I admire her ability to be so candid about tragically failed relationships.  Yet her sense of humor and courage comes through – she is not a victim.  Take a look at her tiara!

Feel free to pass it on - no rules or obligations!

Feel free to pass this award on – no rules or obligations!

“Share the Love”  courtesy of Lori of Bless Your Hippie Heart.   May you always blog with heart!


Bloggers, Books and Carl Sagan


C Sagan

“A book is made from a tree.  It is an assemblage of flat flexible parts (still called “leaves”) imprinted with dark pigmented squiggles.  One glance at it and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for thousands of years.  Across the millennia, the author is speaking, clearly and silently, inside your head, directly to you.  Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people, citizens of distant epochs who never knew one another.  Books break the shackles of time – proof that humans can work magic.”
Carl Sagan
(Nov. 9, 1934 – Dec. 20, 1996)

As a confessed bibliophile I really like this quote from Carl Saga who wrote many books of his own.  While as bloggers we may not have the possibility of having our written words read a thousand years from now across the millenia, there is a faint parallel of similarity.

In my year and a half of blogging and reading other blogs, I have heard the illustrated voices of those far away in cyberspace via their posts.  The individual personalities have  been reflected in his or her writing:

 funny, bold, shy,
passionate, creative, troubled, conservative, carefree
retired, well-traveled, thoughtful, liberal
wise, caring, epicurean, helpful, eccentric
serious, delightful, insightful, smart
disgruntled, determined,
chic, outdoorsy, inventive

and sexy

I have found interests that matched mine and discovered new ones that I would never have considered exploring.  I have been challenged by technology, different opinions and lifestyles.  With gratitude I have made friends, young and seasoned, who encouraged me, commented on and “liked” my humble posts.  Thank you all!  And thank you WordPress!

Outer space was the world that Carl Sagan loved and explained so well to all of us.  I think he would approve of cyberspace and the communication it brings to so easily share knowledge and ideas around the world.

How would you describe your blog in two or three words?

I would describe my blog as “an eclectic bibelot.”  May you blog with great success in 2013!

SKIPPING CHRISTMAS


So I’m not doing Christmas this year.
Don’t think I’m Scrooge or the Grinch,
but the season has become too long and
commercial.  Craft stores have stuff in July.
By September the rest are decorating,
offering boxed gifts and pushing Christmas carols.
By Thanksgiving we’re weary,
without meaning or spirit.
The touch and feel are familiar, and
like protracted lovemaking, we risk
disappointment with the climax on the twenty-fifth!

So I’m not putting up a tree this year.
It will save me the distress
of decideing how to decorate it.
All red?  All gold?  A mixture?
Seashell theme?
Silly, sentimental ones?
Beads or no beads?  Colored or white lights?
Artificial trees are practical.
Real ones shed like a Persian.
And one year the cat ran up
the tree and pulled it down!

So I’m not decorating for Christmas this year.
I won’t drink coffee from cheery Santa cups
or sip egg nog from gilded goblets.
No holly wreath with lights hugging the door,
no red-nosed reindeer, no glittering cherubs,
no waiting stockings by the chimney,
no grinning nutcrackers standing tall,
no garland over every mirror.
Banish Santa towels, snowmen, elves,
bells, chimes, ho-ho-hos,
nativity scenes, poinsettias and hues of green and red!

So I’m not cooking for Christmas this year.
I’m tired of all that fuss and work for one meal
when they’d rather have pizza anyway!
Turkey, dressing, gravy, cranberries, fruit salad,
green beans, candied yams, hot rolls,
cookies, pies, candy,
fudge, more cookies, bread pudding,
nuts, snacks,
mulled cider, wine with Santa’s pink cheeks on the label
and fruitcake no one eats.
My kitchen is too small for all that cooking anyway!

…I’ll just leave
cookies
and
milk
for Santa.

December 2003

P.S.  It was the best Christmas ever because I DID put up a tree, decorate and cook after all!  MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Things I am thankful for…


Franciscan Winery

THINGS I AM THANKFUL FOR:

family, friends and good neighbors       

good health and having lived this long

love, books, shoes, basil, coffee, cats, wine, my laptop, make-up, music, no debt

second chances and forgiveness

new experiences

sleep and rest

my muse

simple beauty around me in the everyday flow of life and nature…the mystery in the night sky

freedom, choices and peace in the United States of America

hope for the future and the next generation.

     I have more than I need, but sometimes…less than I want.  HAPPY THANKSGIVING!          

Photographing the Photographer


Husband sometimes gets left out of family photos because he is always behind the camera – we can count on him to capture the memories.  For that group shot I insist on when all my chicks are together or I want one of the two of us for something special, he will set up the camera on a tripod, click the timer and run over to be included in the photograph.

On a recent trip to California he enjoyed photographing new sights and documenting our trip.  As we drove along scenic routes he would often pull over and click away.  Convincing myself that I would take photos to proudly display on my blog in response to a Weekly Photo Challenge from Word Press or to illustrate a thought or poem,  I had taken along a simple camera of my own.

In the spirit of things I did take a few snapshots, but it became more fun for me to stand back and enjoy the moment as Husband did all the work.  I did capture him a couple of times with his camera in hand.

Along Highway 1 late in the afternoon

Framing his shot

I enjoy the photos that other bloggers post in response to Weekly Photo Challenge, but I will not be participating.  Personal photo challenges are enough for me!

Jake-leg


Illustration from the article “Jake Leg,” by Dan Baum, The New Yorker, Sept. 15, 2003

My father would occasionally describe some man as a “jake leg,” followed by the man’s occupation, such as jake-leg lawyer, jake-leg preacher or jake-leg salesman.  As a child growing up in south Texas I only knew that it was a man that he held in great contempt and would have run him off the place if he ever came around.  He died at age 86 without my ever asking him what it really meant.  Years later an article, “Jake Leg,” by Dan Baum in the September 15, 2003 issue of The New Yorker gave me the answer.

Jamaica Ginger(nicknamed jake) was a medicinal product (rather like our over-the-counter products today) of the late 19th century touted to cure arthritis, colds, stomach disorders, late menstruation and almost anything else.  When the Volstead Act of 1919 brought in Prohibition, it became quite popular because of its cheap price, high alcohol content and availability.  Jake was harmless even if it did not cure much of anything expect a thirst for alcohol.  It was sold legally almost everywhere, from drug and grocery stores to roadside stands.  Since it was cheap and readily available, it became the drink of choice for the down and out and lower classes across the country as hints of the Depression began, especially in the South where blacks had little else they could afford either.  The prosperous could always manage to find good illegal liquor.

As Prohibition progressed the federal government began cracking down on the product as it became more popular.  To get around this a couple of enterprising bootleggers found a chemist who supplied them with a plasticizer, tri-ortho-cresyl-phosphate (TOPC) that was added to fool the inspectors.

Soon men who drank this new version of Jamaica Ginger began having paralysis of their legs and sometimes their arms.  The legs went rubbery and useless.  If they could walk at all, it was with a flopping, struggling gait.  In the early 1930s a doctor in Oklahoma City began seeing patients with these symptoms and started a personal investigation.  The common thread among the men was their consumption of Jamaica Ginger.  Analysis of jake eventually led to the discovery that it contained the harmful TOPC.  The TOPC effected the nerve cells, especially those in the spinal area. Some recovered, some did not.  Impotence often accompanied the affliction; the distinguishing gait made it almost impossible to hide.

The government was able to determine the origin of the bad jake and stop the process and sales.  The affected  were mainly the poor, but the government seemed to do little to help the men (and a few women) and their families. As Dan Baum wrote, “The jake-leg epidemic broke out during the last golden moments of the Republican Elysium before the full effect of the crash set in when the country was feverishly denying how poor it was getting.”  Neither did they receive much sympathy as many thought they only got what they deserved for their behavior.  According to Baum, one preacher put it this way, “God is hanging out a red flag as a danger sign to those who violate His law.”  Those responsible for the responsible jake got little punishment.

Black men with jake-leg were rarely mentioned at the time.  Most of the record comes from songs written by black blues musicians during this period and often mentioned jake-leg that confirmed its presence among that group.  Loss of a physical love life caused by a “limber leg”  was often lamented in the songs.  More recently jake -leg was mentioned in the book and movie, Water for Elephants, that was set in the Depression of the 1930s.  One of the characters, Camel, who worked as a laborer in the circus came down with jake-leg.

Apparently the term also came to mean a person who lacks the skills or training to do a job properly or who is unscrupulous, dishonest or without standards.  My father’s use of the epithet, jake-leg, was more derogatory than I knew.  He had experienced the Depression as a young man and may have seen some of the debilitating results of the tainted beverage.

I wish I had asked him about jake-leg before he died in 1997.  There are many things I should have asked him about.