heavenly hurt it gave me

Thank you, Mary, for suggesting this poem when I was doing
battle with the blues a few days ago.  Emily knew...

There's A Certain Slant Of Light

There's a certain slant of light,
On winter afternoons
That oppresses, like the weight
Of cathedral tunes.

Heavenly hurt it gives us;
We can find no scar,
But internal difference
Where the meanings, are.

None may teach it anything,
'T is the seal, despair,
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the air.

When it comes, the landscape listens,
Shadows hold their breath;
When it goes, 't is like the distance
On the look of death.

Emily Dickinson

a rewarding little lunch break

Yesterday I hopped down to 49 Geary Street to check out
the Richard Avedon photo collection at the Fraenkel
Gallery. A small group of some impressive photographs by
Diane Arbus, Irving Penn and Henri Cartier-Bresson. It's
times like this when I really appreciate working downtown
and I vow to venture out and away from my desk more
often. And NOT just into another retail store! (I had
trouble opening this web site, but maybe that's because
it is so early for the rest of the world.)
Click Here: Check out "Fraenkel Gallery"

ah yes, the hills...

fog burns off!
Originally uploaded by the omster.

Here is the view from the 7th floor of our reknowned General Hospital. I know enough that it doesn't help the poor patients in the psych. ward here, but at least the staff members and visitors get to enjoy this visual treat. The fog on land and in my mind/heart burned off yesterday before noon and I feel calm this morning. Vigorous walking often does the trick and I need to remember that.

fighting with fire

Winter is upon us. Time passes too quickly and we are
bogged down in our idiotic work worlds and there is gloomy
sadness in the air. "Depression attaches itself to whatever
is handy", a shrink friend told me. This morning, when I
should be sleeping in, I am doing my best to wrestle the
demons ~ here are a few of my time tested methods:

1) purple and blue flowers on the dining room table
2) fresh, hot, dark, deep French Roast coffee
3) big/fat pumpkin spiced candle burning next to me
4) a roaring fire in the fireplace ~ the first of the season!
5) some Verdi playing loudly later in the day
6) a walk to General Hospital to give the psych ward 2 bags
    of fresh magazines, 1/2 in Spanish ~ freebies to us from
    when we had the business 12 years ago. Tenacious.
7) stop for a nonfat latte and watch people & their electronics
8) I will read some poetry - maybe CK Williams or Maxine Kumin
9) writing friends and emphasizing the positive: good health,
    enough money, feeling safe and close to a few individuals.
    I have so much more than most people on this earth...but
    I'll be honest too re the melancholia of this mid-October.

These split days off don't work for me ~ some like them, but
I can't really relax and get back to being me until the second
day. Only another week of this.

Thanks for listening, I feel better already.

she likes us!

Just published ~ Amy Sedaris has a hot new book.
I Like You: Hospitality Under the Influence and it's
going to be a very big seller. She will be on Jon
Stewart's program this week, according to the web site.
The book appears to be a legitimate how-to-entertain book,
with all sorts of whacky Amy comments, some
unusual recipes and wonderful art work.

Click Here: Check out "Amy Sedaris Rocks"

for your convenience...

Click Here: Check out "Brian Gross Fine Art: Artists: Robert Arneson"

the genius of robert arneson

minuteman 1983
Originally uploaded by the omster.

We both admire Robert Arneson ~ remember when he did the Moscone piece? So much controversy. If you look closely you can see the missile embedded in the charred cross. The horribly disfigured head speaks to the atrocities of war, it is not easy to look at, but beautiful in its way. This is new (to us) in the sculpture garden behind the de Young.

three links for the post below

Click Here: Check out "de Young Exhibitions"
(Chicano Exhibit)

The Quilts of Gees Bend

Costco.com

a multi-cultural kind of day

two great exhibits
Originally uploaded by the omster.

We started out at Costco and ended up in Gee's Bend. My friend #88 works at the de Young and he said that a customer asked him where the Bee Gee quilts were, so of course I kept wanting to say that (and not to be cute), it's just all I could think about, you know how that goes. Anyway, let's skip Costco, except to say that the blueberry season is over. Drat. This fabulous Chicano exhibit is over in a few days so please do yourself a favor and see it! The bold, no apology colors simply blew me away and I remembered when my friend Ginger first moved to S.F. and she would drive up and down Mission Street (no easy task even 20 years ago) just so she could enjoy the experience. This is so much better than I expected, and I had heard only good things about the many paintings owned by Cheech Marin and others. It's a 15 city (I think) tour and we are so lucky that it's here. I loved the whole Gee's Bend exhibit, but Husbando has low quilt tolerance, so I'll go back by myself one day soon, I hope. The de Young is now a year old ~ I don't know when Costco came to our city.

is this a first?

I'm going to our writing group tonight without anything
to read. Usually I can pull something out of msBook, but
I decided that I'm just going to listen and enjoy the
work of my fellow writers. This has been a strange week,
off on Wednesday and Friday and then next week on
Monday and Friday. I'm the sort of woman who needs a
little more order (it calms, as we learned from the Amish)
and of course I need two days off in a row. But since I
preach the gospel of adaptation to the staff, I'd better
practice it myself here for a couple of weeks. Will do.

However I sent a begging little email to Bossman saying
I need 3 days in a row before the happy holidays. I'd like
to take Husbando to Mendocino...my favorite spot on earth.

the bad reporter = very good time

asmussen @ borders
Originally uploaded by the omster.

Here is the promised photo and a few more details. First, the staff at Borders helped me (as always) to set up the pesky movie screen, locate and plug in assorted cords and plugs and talk up the event to customers. We couldn't turn off the overhead lights, but that all seemed to work out just fine and wasn't worth all my excess worry. Don answered many questions after the delightfully funny slide show and customers stopped me afterwards to thank us for hosting him. I forgot to have him sign the remaining books, so I'll email him tomorrow and ask him to do so. He admits that he gets many emails after one of his strips ~ not all of them complimentary. Surprise. Even I, worried host, enjoyed myself totally. So buy his "Dog vs. Cat" book ($10.95), it's full of little treasures.

success!

I'll add a photo in the morning, but suffice it to say that
Don was terrific and we had a great turnout (maybe 50
people) and sold some books, too. So that was a relief,
because one never knows with these events. We could
have had 3 or 300. I was grateful to see my Tiapos friends
there to support me and have a laugh or two. One woman
said she read my blog after typing in "Asmussen"...she
complimented me on commano, so of course I liked her
immensely.

grown-up comedy

Tonight we Flixd® Thank You For Smoking and I would
give it 2, maybe 3 butts. It wasn't laugh out loud funny,
to me, but certainly worth your time, especially between
baseball games these next two weeks.
Thank You for Smoking (2005)

Tomorrow night is the Don Asmussen event and I'm just
a little nervous. 7pm Borders Union Square. Should be fun!

plain and simple

About 10 years ago someone gave me this little journal
by Sue Bender. It features colorful quilts along with very soft
and gentle 3 to 4 lines of verse to contemplate quietly.
Ms. Bender lived with the Amish to learn about their quilts,
but of course there she found the courage to change her
busy life and leave room for the unexpected. Her book
is 151 pages and took her 5 years to write. Plain and
Simple is the title of both her book and my still empty
journal. I turn to it during times of unrest. My work life is
ruling my real life lately, and I don't like that one bit.

Here, from the journal ~ and just in time:

Sometimes we confuse what we do with who we are.

Lists engulf us ~ creating the illusion that our lives are full.

To simplify we have to say no.

The ordinary can be extraordinary.

Order calms.

two wives = double trouble

After work we went to the San Francisco Playhouse up
on Sutter to see Miller'sThe Ride Down Mount Morgan
which was first produced in London in 1991, and even
though it is a comedy, it is still Arthur Miller, so there
is plenty of top notch drama here. There was some
fussing around with the seats and first-afternoon type
pre-play confusion, but after the lights went out, the
audience quickly settled down and enjoyed the performance.

The hero neglects to divorce his first wife who is surprised
to meet his other wife after he endures a nasty car accident.
(Yes, it's been done before, but it's still effective as a plot,
probably not as a way of life.)

My ever generous company provides me with free downtown
parking on Saturday, so we like to take advantage of this
treat whenever we can. We have season tickets to the SF
Playhouse this year ~ very reasonable, by the way!

(The Great Plotnik will also review this play because he and
his Ducknik also enjoyed this play earlier in week.)

The Playhouse Theatre

taking the J train

I explored a little tonight on the way home ~ took the F
street car, then the J car up to Cesar Chavez. Stopped
to talk with my friend Ken at Books, Inc. on Market
Street. But, get to the point. Riding along up Church Street
there is this magnificent view of the City. There were
some tourists from Great Britain on the car and the
woman tapped her husband on the shoulder and said
"Look mate!" as they both admired our glorious city,
which wasn't at her best what with the grey weather.
Everyone near them on the J car smiled and forgot their
promblems for just a moment there...

three kleenex®

OK, I know it's predictable and definitely a feel-good kind
of movie, but I loved Akeelah. I even shushed Husbando when
he tried to make "guess what's going to happen next?" kind
of comments which usually elicit like responses from me. The
little girl is terrific. To my surprise it was produced by Starbux,
the coffee company ~ perhaps you've heard of them?
Interesting tid bit here: the sound track is a relatively top
seller at our store.
(Nice to see so many plays and movies about words recently!)
Click Here: Check out "Netflix: Akeelah and the Bee"

a little space, a little freedom

Like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.

I have worn out the Leonard Cohen CD that Dancing Jen
gave me a few years back. I am a devoted Cohen fan. I
remember a Tiapos meeting in Sausalito when The Great
Plotnik spotted a bird on a wire ~ he had memorized this
entire poem/song! And he's a Dodger fan, imagine.

But I have a point here. Or I'll try to build one. I was
working in my home office this morning and listening to
Leonard. I know this makes me sound shallow and self
absorbed, but one of the happiest times in my life was when
we decided to build me a little room all of my own in our
garage. We know I crave alone time and privacy and this
5' x 7' (approx.) office has served me well over the years.

So I was noodling around down there today, listening to
Leonard, using my old msMac instead of msBook, thinking
about freedom and how I still love my office. I remember
when our big clown of an Irish Setter would wind himself
around my feet, pulling out various plugs before he finally
sighed and settled down. The cats too considered this
cluttered space a little slice of heaven, mostly because it
was forbidden due to car tires and instant death fears.
Cats love keyboards with moving fingers on them...

Realistically, there isn't a lot of freedom for people who
have to work for the man. It's not like we can take off
and travel or write for 12 hours a day (yikes, who could?)
and when someone has been married for eons, we tend to
think in "we" terms. Nothing wrong with that, but it can
be a struggle sometimes to find the space and time to
think in the "me" way.

I have tried in my way to be free. (Jane would suggest that
I lose this corny last line, and she would be right as usual)

back under the dome

I wasn't going to write tonight, but I had an email from my
friend Mary saying that she reads commano every day, so
I thought, "oh, what the heck", just keep typing.

Today I met Husbando at the new mall and we had lunch
down in the basement. It was early (11am) and by noon
every table was in use! We just had Korean noodle soup
and of course we could have walked about 5 blocks further
for better food at less money. And no free water, I hate that!

He had walked around before we met and pronounced the
whole thing "too L.A." and in truth there are many stores
catering to the very thin 18 year olds with lots of strange
ruffles and layers ~ the clothes, not the girls. So when we
parted he said he was going to Mitchell's to get a gallon of
pumpkin ice cream and, in fact, I'm going to serve it now.

Two days off coming up ~ I'm more than ready for them.

want to meet the big bad reporter?

I'm too tired to write tonight, so I will try to encourage
you to attend a fun event I'm hosting next Tuesday night,
October 10th. About 10 years ago I worked with Don's wife,
so I felt comfortable inviting him to the store.

Bad Reporter - Friday, September 29, 2006

7pm
Tuesday, Oct. 10
Borders Union Square
Don Asmussen
Cartoonist
to discuss and sign his new book
Dog Vs. Cat

I understand that he has a hilarious slide show
presentation and I'm look forward to this event.
Join us!