Since I got over my ‘chitis (bronchitis) I’ve been doing battle with one Dreaded Lurgy after another … however, today is Summer Solstice and the World has changed. (and may all my lurgys be behind me)
What a difference a few months makes.
The Winter Tree
… and … today, there’s a soft wind blowing, fat fluffy clouds (not the rainy kind – at last) scud overhead, and the sky is a brilliant blue.
The Summer Tree
… And look at this …
Here comes the Sun
I haven’t seen that many funny-looking yellow blobs in our weather forecast since the second week in December!!!
S’cuse me, I must hasten away and swoon!
Swooning
(Couldn’t find an attribution for this fabulous photograph, but to whoever took it, I say ‘Thank you’)
Because it won’t be the same here without you.
There are any number of films and books about humans colonising Mars, but the best of them, in me ‘umble opinion, is Kim Stanley Robinson’s Mars Trilogy, Red Mars, Green Mars, and Blue Mars. (the best film to date, also ‘umbly opinionated, is The Martian)
Like all his books they’re not for the faint of heart. They are dense, deeply researched, heartbreakingly human, and unfathomably optimistic. (an optimism which admittedly has to be dug out of the quagmire of fallibility)
From the time I came across Red Mars not long after it was released, (heavens to murgatriod, 1993 – how time flies!) I’ve read every novel he’s written since then. The latest offering being 2140, set in a flooded Manhattan, New York, where rising sea levels have produced a new kind of New York state of mind.
Lets just take a moment to admire this gorgeous cover art by Stephan Martiniere …
I want to have cover art this gorgeous – le sigh
I got my copy from our local library and like most of their books it was the hardcover version, and weighed a ton. I had to make myself a stand from some little boxes and cushions to read the damn thing, but it was worth it.
By 2140, I’ll be one hundred and eighty-one years old.
Wouldn’t it be something, to live that long, healthily?
To witness all the changes that we’ll have to go through as our anthropocene epoch runs its course.
Is it possible with today’s level of medical/technology? Probably not, but I don’t have to get all the way to 2140 from here in 2017. All I have to do is get to where it can be done, 10 years, 20, 50 years from now. Each decade becoming a boost up to the next one.
Wouldn’t that be something!
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The Piano Man himself and the original New York State of mind.
And for a little mellower version, this is Babs doing what she does best …
I was never afraid to go for a walk at night when I was a kid. Sometimes I’d take an old kerosene lantern, but if the moon was up, and it wasn’t too late, off I’d go into the darkness to have adventures. The night air was always full of mysterious noises, tantalizing aromas, and strange sights.
Not from my childhood. Last night – it was raining, of course.
Then I hit puberty and my fear of the night began. Not from any arbitrary awareness of the dark wildness that surrounded the property where we lived though. No, not that at all.
If you’re a woman then you probably have that sinking feeling in your gut that we’ve all experienced because you know what I’m going to write next, or a variation of it. You’ve experienced it too, to greater and lesser degrees.
If you’re a man, then you might suspect, and perhaps have some empathy and compassion, and I hope are actively working to change the culture that’s spawned it.
Back to puberty, and my best friend’s father suddenly starting to take an ‘interest’ in me. He stalked me. Day and night, then not at all until I’d start to have hope, thinking he’d tired of his little ‘game’. But the cycle would begin again.
There went my childhood. I survived it. But the night was never the same.
As a young adult I lived in a big city and learned very quickly where it was safe to walk alone and where it wasn’t, and when it was safe to walk alone and when it wasn’t.
It took me my twenties and goodly portion of my thirties to be able to reclaim the night. (Those ‘Reclaim the Night’ marches back in the 80’s were something to behold, weren’t they? … and if you never got to participate in one, then imagine walking with hundreds and sometimes thousands of women, in the dark, never alone, and with a big grin on your face)
I have my trusty little lantern, (battery powered and USB chargeable) and my walking stick, just in case my knee gets a little squibbely, and off into the night I go. (don’t worry I still have very good radar about where and when it’s safe to walk)
In the night there are always adventures to be had and wondrous sights to be seen. Like this little cedar tree, growing out the top of a fence post.
I have ambitions, I do.
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Here’s the real Eine kleine Nachtmusik, by Anna Maria’s wee lad Wolfie …
I think Tom Bosley will be out there somewhere, waiting to give her a hug.
In most superhero movies once the hero has moved beyond the second, or sometimes third film in the franchise, he, (it’s almost invariably a ‘he’) has a crisis of conscience. The supporting characters reflect this dilemma in various ways.
One such way is to question the adjacent rise of super villains. In terms of the story the question is framed thus; the villain arises as a response to the hero, checks and balances, that sort of thing. The hero then has to justify his existence, at least to his own satisfaction, and carry on doing superhero-y things.
But in our world the villains have and are always there.
Of course superheros, and villains, are one of the great allegories for What Lies Within; our human capacity for choosing behaviors and actions that hurt and/or support our Selves and others.
Anyone who spends any time on this blog will know that I enjoy a good superhero movie. (who’d’a thunk!) I love watching the spectacle, the ‘splosions, the fantasy, that CGI can create. (it also helps if there’s a decent story, good direction and acting, etc, but if the effects are good, I’ll muddle through the rest) It’s a much more satisfying way to defeat the villain than small ordinary successes of our ordinary lives.
There are days when I don’t want to do those ordinary tasks that enable me to survive and thrive on this planet. Some days I just want to watch an impossible dream come true, even if it is only a celluloid dream. (yeah, I know, no-one uses celluloid anymore)
And afterwards, the storm of my rebellion cleared away, I find myself inspired to attend to the rituals of my life with a bit more of a smile than I had before.
The Hero of What Lies Within
