evening tide

 

an idea

 

Dear Reader,

Maybe we should send each other photos of what we see while we are waiting.  I was waiting in the coffee shop and saw this shadow on the espresso machine.  What do you see where you are waiting right now?

summer's end sunset

 

at last

 

    Helen DeWitt's library.

Dear Readers,

At long last, I have found who I want to be; whom I would be, if I had a photographic memory, command of several languages, a huge library of read books, and a really big brain:  Helen DeWitt.  Oh, yes, you will want to be her, too!

I am going to be studying her hard.  What does she wear, what does she do, and, of course, I will read all her books and writings.  Because I Am a Fan.  Which reminds me of Carrie Brownstein's book, which you should read in between Helen DeWitt titles.  You should also take a minute and see what you think of Olivia Rodrigo.  (Because, if, you know, godforbid, I should fail at being Helen DeWitt, and I stumble at being Carrie Brownstein too, well, hotdamn, I still have Olivia to try for!). 

Until next time, I will be continuing to consider How to Become What I Want to Be. 

PS

Massive thanks to dear friend M, for giving me Some Trick sometime ago!

S.I.L.

 

Beethoven's Trumpet (with Ear) Opus # 127, 130, 131, 132, 133, 135, John Baldessari, 2007.

Dear Earred,

Today we introduce a new program here at the Dodo; well, maybe 'program' is too big a word (I am all hopped up on this phrase from watching the Lady from Shanghai*), 'modest collection' is more accurate.  The collection will be Sounds I Love.  Here is the first submission!

The sound, (little imaginary drumroll of expectation here, please)...

  of the paint lid being hammered back down onto the the can of paint in the hardware store.

It is a lovely, drummy liquidy bonk, bang!  bonk, bang!  A thick, vicous, thunk-glub.

*  In the Lady from Shanghai (I recall reading somewhere, is all kinds of messed up, all kinds of pretending; Rita Hayworth in perverse blonde hair, Orson Welles in a forced brogue, etc.) our anti-hero, whom we have grown to love, is leaving the scene of the bloodied and beached sharks at the amusement park, and he says that he will be found "...innocent officially, but that's a big word - innocence. Stupid's more like it."  Stupid, dear ones, is nearly always more like it.  

Ground Plane XIII

 

Friday!

 

Dear Feet,

Here it is, a song just right for your Friday Night Dance Party!  

the blue

 

   The Blue Window, 1913, Henri Matisse.

Dear Box of Paints,

Here is a song for you, for today; Away Beyond the Blue.

pink just looks so good on us

 

Dear Garden,

It's September again, and the Zinnias are ready for their close up!  Next year, maybe we'll grow these beauties??!!