... I actually wrote some notes prior to writing this -- this strategy
usually isn't too good for me ... I either can't get it down (legibly) on
paper, or I don't end-up quite understanding where I was going
after-the-apparent-fact; (voice-transcripts don't often work for other
reasons) ... I'm still in Florida - the Keys... not so warm, only 60's.
Back up to Tampa to visit the GraphicsStudio by Friday. Hank won't be
there... Perhaps there is less possibility there than I'd hoped. It's the
only place I've heard-of that apparently is interested in contemporary
fine-art imaging processes... (Most Fine-Art Printmaking faculties are
pathologically resistant to new/expansive developments...) Still on the
decrepit houseboat in Big Coppit Keys... I saw this tiny thin long (10")
translucent fish outside my door/dock... insert ascii picture here. The
Needle Fish. Darts and Leaps! Unquestionably, the
luminous-aqua-water-green-color (along with the usual warm temps), is the
big attraction here. I'm thinking-of another web-page: perhaps this
specific (tiled) green bkgd along with a linear diagram of the swipe
(hotel) card instructions. (I may have inadvertently handed-in my
cards/diagram at checkout... maybe you don't really need to see
exactly-that.) This color is only a little more yellow than the classic
turquoise housepaint used by East coastal fishermen (to visibly cut
through fog: there's home! ). And -- is the color of my old truck (that I
can't afford to work-on) ! <-- http://bbrace.laughingsquid.net/chevy.html
--> Somehow I'd like to work the idea of these storm- (window) shutters
into this... I like the highway (hurricane) "evacuation" route symbol.
Insert ascii. The 'fridge is rusty but it has an automatic ice-maker
inside... small or large crescents? Ten Temple oranges for one dollar @
Publix Supermarket. Last night I saw this little powerboat (along with
frantic, engine-cord-pulling operator) finally drift into the
scrub-at-shore/highway-line... He kept at-it, but there was really little
that could help. Finally Grounded. There doesn't seem to be any heat.
I've turned the oven-on. The cartoon pelicans stoically sit on the piers.
Clacking their long beaks. You can get real close. No limp cigar. While
at the Casino (in the Everglades), I was awakened by the lightning at 5
a.m. and watched the swamp illuminated from the seventh floor. Next
morning, I vaguely remember my 'free' buffet breakfast... (I _did need to
ask for ketchup for the (very good) homefries.) There are
(way-too-meticulous: suspicious( ?) Indian-woven baskets, and pictures of
the current Tribal council-members in display-cases. (Apparently the US
constitution was partially based on "native" principles.) Fascinating
flickering headlights seen through the swamp-brush from the hotel... and
of course, the downtrodden-losers-trudging back to their (indebted)
vehicles in the rain... Is there anyway to honestly earn enough money to
live; _necessarily ill-gotten gains...(?) "Me" at the expense of you-all.
I'm constantly amazed by how many people have _so much money... I
(probably) need to make a web-page-sequence outta-this... It _must
include the color of the (red) Gumbo-Limbo (tourist) tree... Art Museums
still make my stomach turn, I won't go near them. Visited a Natural
History Museum: Tropical Crane Point Hammock in Marathon (Florida Keys).
There was a huge, wild, colorful, visiting gecko lizard sunning himself on
the metal roof. Also, geckos in cages: one was 17 years old and arthritic.
He would nod his head rapidly up-and-down when he had something to eat.
Nature Trails. Remains of Cuban boats that made it to the US: one was
made primarily of styrofoam -- alongside dug-out canoes from pre-Columbian
Key Indians who've lived here for two thousand years... Also, the Adderley
Village: Black Bahamian architecture: beautiful building: tabby
construction (crude cement made with ground conch shells). The tiny Black
community at Old Rachel Key were spongers and charcoal burners. Dried
conch-meat was called Hurricane Ham. It's still amazing to me how poorly
we are usually educated: we really just know less and less: just more and
more (often useless, usually incestuously-institutionally- motivated)
specialization: many of us have little practical survival skills: fishing,
farming, building, sailing... even, attendant visualization capabilities
and rooted-poetry/stories... If there's a sustainable future for the Arts,
they _must determinedly recoup these dissipating cultural skills. (There's
a _very cool, hands-on, live-in, sustainable, eco-agriculture program at
the University at Santa Cruz! I stumbled-on-it while visiting the
neighboring: wonderful: Arboretum.) In the olden-days, the first person to
reach a frequent ship-wreck could claim all the cargo, which was
frequently sold-back to the owners. Conch Shells: now a $500 fine for
harvesting them. Insert URLs here. Republic. Currency. There's a fake
Bahamian pale orange color on some buildings here.. doesn't work... need
vast expanses of white sand between the mangrove greenery. Pretense. The
miniature (inbred) Key deer. What portion of a sequence of events can be
effectively denied and what affirmed? BreakingNews:
http://www.herald.com. A constant stream of traffic on US1: harvest the
energy: rollers in the road? How to re-define/divert the connection
between "finance" and time? Reading the ripples: music. Comeback-t0-where?
How to limit restrictive power and disperse economic opportunities?
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