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March 30, 2015



Longbefore it becomes warm, everyone in the land of the rising sun is daydreaming of a slow blush: that gentle thermal tsunami known as cherry blossom season.      
One can imagine that it is not the Japanese contemplating the transient blossoms--but the trees themselves, opening their trillions of little floral eyes to take in the ephemeral Japanese--that long ago instituted the ritual of blossom viewing.       
The haiku poet Onitsura had this role r...
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March 3, 2015

  The north star is the heart of heaven and earth,When the heart is nurtured by openness,It thereby becomes still;When energy is nurtured by openness,It therefore circulates.When the human mind is calm and quiet,Like the north star, not shifting, The spirit is most open and aware.  (Taoist poem)       The Hut of Clarity My hut is not an abode of idleness.Ordinary people are not allowedTo see it on a whim.A wife and a husband make a livingThree...
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January 23, 2015






 

ETHICS, AESTHETICS AND INNOVATION  
A Speech by Frei Otto There are five to ten million architects allover the world, and they speak over a hundred languages. Five to ten thousand of them have come together in Berlin (XXI World Architecture Congress from 22 to 26 July 2002) to try to find common ground. They come from all continents, cultures, religions and societies. And they are able not only to communicate, but also to understand one another not so much through the spoken wo...
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December 13, 2014


 
 The Secret Valley If you were to approach Tahiti by sea, as did the early Polynesian
navigators in their catamarans, the first thing to greet your eye—
far across a vast expanse of rolling blue—and after the solitude and
isolation of a long sea voyage—would be a smear of light visible
slightly above the horizon. Depending upon the hour, this rising
luminosity could take on the pink pallor of dawn, the golden glow of
evening, or the whiteness of noon, as it illumines the crown of cl...
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May 29, 2014

 


  James N. Powell
Originally published as a cover story in the Santa Barbara Independent. 


      When I was a kid, any truly respectable stretch of coast in Santa Barbara, any reputable expanse of sand with a good name and a suitably high opinion of itself, began to attract its own elite coterie of surf bums. Suddenly the waters off points such as Miramar, reefs such as Hammond’s, coves such as Campus, and river mouths such as Rincon found themselve...
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The Snows   of Hope Ranch Beach

by  James N. Powell
Originally published as a cover story in the Santa Barbara Independent. When I was a kid, any truly respectable stretch of coast in Santa Barbara, any reputable expanse of sand with a good name and a suitably high opinion of itself, began to attract its own elite coterie of surf bums. Suddenly the waters off points such as Miramar, reefs such as Hammond’s, coves such as Campus, and river mouths such as Rincon found themselves a-bob...
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March 28, 2014

Aymenen


Part I: Cloud Nibbling
In Big Lingo, the adult language of dictionaries, a riverling is a small thing: a rivulet, a flowing of waters, a small river.
In the superfluid, private, drive-ridden, rhythm-impelled babblings of childhood, a riverling might be just about anything: a pleasurable flow of syllables over the tongue, a cry for mother's breast, a small river fish, a fingerling, a type of lingo, the playfully lapping and dancing tongue of the waters.
As a small child,...
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Aymenen
In Big Lingo, the adult language of dictionaries, a riverling is a small thing: a rivulet, a flowing of waters, a small river.
In the superfluid, private, drive-ridden, rhythm-impelled babblings of childhood, a riverling might be just about anything: a pleasurable flow of syllables over the tongue, a cry for mother's breast, a small river fish, a fingerling, a type of lingo, the playfully lapping and dancing tongue of the waters.
As a small child, Roy's mind...
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Published on March 28, 2014 10:57 • 69 views

March 17, 2014

In The World's 'Sixth Extinction,' Are Humans The Asteroid?
February 12, 2014 1:50 PM
(for A. R.)

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Elizabeth Kolbert says the "taxicab yellow" Panamanian golden frog was nearly wiped out by a fungal disease. It's just one of the species affected by what scientists call the Sixth Extinction.I             
Elizabeth Kolbert says the "taxicab yellow" Panamanian golden frog was nearly wiped out by a fungal disease. It's just one of the species affected by what scientists call the Sixth Extinction.
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February 23, 2014




    JEAN GIONO

The Man Who Planted Trees http://www.davidlynchfoundation.org/videos.html#video=qJg5mKuCh7A

Translation from French by Peter Doyle
     In order for the character of a human being to reveal truly exceptional qualities, we must have the good fortune to observe its action over a long period of years. If this action is devoid of all selfishness, if the idea that directs it is one of unqualified generosity, if it is absolutely certain tha...
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Published on February 23, 2014 22:29 • 35 views