West Saratoga.

The view atop Pierce Road.

El Portico Masson.

The soul-soothing beauty of the mountains above Saratoga gives one a sense of the reversal of time. Yearling grapevines dot the hills like little soldiers, patiently waiting for the honor to make fruit for our pleasure.

Fmokey gotda wabbit.

 

The Ultimate Most Amazing Thing I Have Ever Seen.

Bismuth Valley?

Bismuth telluride is the new silicon. BT Valley. Or Bi from the periodic table. Bi Valley? Tellurium is the element, telluride the form. I keep a small sample at my desk, a little blue pyramid. It is pretty cool looking.

Kalpa time
Hirokazu Kosaka manipulates a set of prints from an ongoing community-based project called "Ruin Map" in Los Angeles, Seattle and Pennsylvania. As part of Ruin Map, participants are invited to draw from memory the site of their childhood. The artist then transforms the drawings into traditional woodblock prints on handmade paper.
Come to Montalvo to enjoy the exhibit before it ends July 5.
I volunteer to host the gallery at Project Space, the art gallery at Villa Montalvo. In this Project Space exhibit, the original woodblock prints are given new life and new meaning by the artist through the addition of thousands of poppy seeds. Kosaka's use of poppy seeds refers to a story told by Buddha to explain the principle of kalpa. Kalpa is a Sanskrit word meaning aeon, or long period of time. In Buddha's account of kalpa, a huge empty cube measuring sixteen miles on each side is formed at the beginning of kalpa. Once every 100 years a tiny poppy seed is placed in the cube and yet the cube is not filled before the kalpa ends. By adding poppy seeds to these prints, Kosaka builds a symbolic parallel between kalpa and the inevitable passage of time that slowly transforms our lives, our histories and our memories.

Come on up to the gallery at Montalvo. It is unbelievably gorgeous here and the art is fantastic.

What Price Progress.

This is when you learn to live with less electricity. Don't mess with the oceans.

Happiest in Long Time.

 

Congratulations to Our House.

PG&E should give us a prize. Our energy bill came today, for $28.94. Two people, two dogs, three bedrooms, not bad.

 

Redirection.

Click Here for a different kinda blog.

Click Here for a beta of my recipes blog. No rice, pasta, potato or bread. Well, except for the popovers. But I just needed a place to save that. That's why this one's still in beta, duh. Need a cooler name for it though. Must get the crepe video to load why it is not working don't know.

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Rest in peace, Donna.

 

Love Hurts.

Birthday at the Beach.

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Farewell Farrah.

Her best role ever was as the troubled preacher's wife in The Apostle. A tremendously serious role, she was perfect and I think deserved more recognition than she got for her work in that. What I love about her escapes definition. Hang in there, girl.

My Son John.

My son is a loving, beautiful young man. He's funny and prankish like his grandpa, with a sweet heart, open smile, long limbs and handsome face. I love him so much. He has grown to be strong, hard-working and a responsible individual who makes good decisions in making his way in this tough-tough world. His beautiful girlfriend is sweet, and so good for him, I only want the best for him and for them both all the best in life, the fun, the beauty, the goodness. I love that he is still in California, still in the Bay Area, and that I get to see him from time to time. Life is busy, life is hard, and life is good.

 

Happy Mother's Day from our family to yours.

Love This Photo.

 

I totally dig this shot. Carol took it at the Australia Zoo.

Sunday at home.

Siena Ivory.

The actual name of the color of my zippy Italian scooter...was calling it almond, then ecru, but that was before they finally went online with its official name. Siena Ivory. I absolutely adore it.

Funny.

Every day with my daughter is a magic day. Every time I see her, I feel so happy to be alive. What a wonderful girl she is. She reminds me of the Mona Lisa.

Sophie Jumps.

 

All I Want for Christmas

Nice article on refurber.com. The shower tower rocks.

It's a Duster, Spanker, Dog Corraller.

 

American Idol: My Prediction of the Winner.

In the order I believe they will get voted off next:

1. Anoop Desai
2. Danny Gokey
3. Lil Rounds
4. Matt Geraud
4. Kris Allen
5. Allison Iraheta

leaving Adam Lambert as the winner.

My personal choice for winner is Allison.

Cool Ride.

If they could invent an electric one of these, that  would  be amazing. Imagine the sports you could play in a field  -- bumper soccer?

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We Are Made Of All the Things We've Lost.

Joan Baez deserves a Grammy for "Day After Tomorrow." What a wonderful song! "We are made of all the things we've lost" -- what a great sentiment from a great lady. I met her once. I told her how much I and my family have always loved her. I am glad to have had the chance to do that.

Steve Wozniak Deserves Knighthood.

I want the world to show Steve Wozniak how they feel about him. He deserves knighthood.

Finding Joy.

I have a dog that enters the kitchen like Kramer, or Tom Cruise, sliding across the kitchen floor and softly slamming sideways into a cabinet with a silly look on her face. She dances for treats.

When I get home from work, I like to blow bubbles in the back yard as the sun goes down, watch them rise and float away. Only the strongest ones rise the highest.

I don't have grandchildren yet to play with, so, dancing dogs and bubbles will just have to do. And they do just fine.

Little Scared.

I have an uneasy feeling about that new car, the Tata. Something about the name.