R.L. Swihart's Blog, page 112
August 8, 2019
OLD AND NEW LIBRARIES: LONG BEACH
Old: Gathering weeds. New: Love the composite beams (though I wonder how that looks in the future: cost and procedural inconvenience of replacement: we have them in my condo complex and its a mess). The library employee (squeezing through the temporary gate) said the new library will open 9/1/19 (she also said the big holdup is making sure the books are in order). I may have misheard her because the red-faced security guard, assuring me that Abe wouldn't go anywhere, said: 9/21/19. Then mumbled something about the grand opening.
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August 5, 2019
MEMORIAL TO THE MARTYRS OF THE DEPORTATION
The Mémorial des Martyrs de la Déportation (English: "Memorial to the Martyrs of the Deportation")[2] is a memorial to the 200,000 people who were deported from Vichy France to the Nazi concentration camps during World War II. It is located in Paris, France on the site of a former morgue, underground behind Notre Dame on Île de la Cité. It was designed by French modernist architect Georges-Henri Pingusson and was inaugurated by Charles de Gaulle in 1962.
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BOLSA CHICA: IT'S BEEN A WHILE (8/5/19)
Wanted to see what the parking looked like on a Monday @7. Practically empty. Good. Quiet except for a few runners, birds and rabbits (3). (More birds in the winter. Or certainly more variety.) Several "breakfast circles" of white pelicans and some stern aldermen (herons). Marine layer to keep things cool.
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August 3, 2019
August 1, 2019
Proust's Little Project 3: Clips
When, before turning to leave the church, I genuflected before the altar, I was suddenly aware of a bittersweet scent of almonds emanating from the hawthorn-blossom, and I then noticed on the flowers themselves little patches of a creamier colour, beneath which I imagined that this scent must lie concealed, as the taste of an almond cake lay beneath the burned parts, or that of Mlle Vinteuil's cheeks beneath their freckles. Despite the motionless silence of the hawthorns, this intermittent odour came to me like the murmuring of an intense organic life with which the whole altar was quivering like a hedgerow explored by living antennae, of which I was reminded by seeing some stamens, almost red in colour, which seemed to have kept the springtime virulence, the irritant power of stinging insects now transmuted into flowers.
July 31, 2019
July 30, 2019
July 27, 2019
RIP: RUTGER HAUER: LIKE TEARS IN RAIN
I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.
