Monday Musings–30OCT23

Had an MRI this week. The first in a couple of years. Seems that Northern Light has a newer machine, that is close to a CTScan machine. Not as tight , and with a shorter barrel. Makes it a lot less claustrophobic. Easy Peasy. Still loud though. The advance in just a couple of years was great for me, who doesn’t like tight places.

The room at hospital with MRI scanner.

Working on a new painting. It’s of our old house that we lived in for 18 years, before we had to move to Bangor, when I got sick.

That’s just a few hours work. Roughing in colors and form.

Here’s some rules from Sister Corita Kent:

The Rules
  1. Find a place you trust, and then try trusting it for a while.
  2. General duties of a student — pull everything out of your teacher; pull everything out of your fellow students.
  3. General duties of a teacher — pull everything out of your students.
  4. Consider everything an experiment.
  5. Be self-disciplined — this means finding someone wise or smart and choosing to follow them. To be disciplined is to follow in a good way. To be self-disciplined is to follow in a better way.
  6. Nothing is a mistake. There’s no win and no fail; there’s only make.
  7. The only rule is work. If you work, it will lead to something. It’s the people who do all of the work all of the time who eventually catch on to things.
  8. Don’t try to create and analyze at the same time. They’re different processes.
  9. Be happy whenever you can manage it. Enjoy yourself. It’s lighter than you think.
  10. We’re breaking all the rules. Even our own rules. And how do we do that? By leaving plenty of room for X quantities.


Helpful hints

  • Always be around.
  • Come or go to everything.
  • Always go to classes.
  • Read anything you can get your hands on.
  • Look at movies carefully, often.
  • Save everything. It might come in handy later.

Think that’ll do it for this week.

Monday Musings

Well what’s on the block this week?

Reading list;

  • The creative Act: A way of Being– Rick Rubin — Great So far. short chapters full of information.
  • The Ten Percent Thief –Lavanya Lakshminarayan — A future where the haves are virtual, and the have-nots are Analog. Told in vignettes.

Typing this on a new laptop, since I screwed up an upgrade on the old one, which is now useless. Nice to be able to use the whole keyboard again.

Here’s a link for us older people:

And another:

Made a batch of low sodium kimchi this week. First time. Haven’t taste tested yet, I hope it’s good.

I think that’s it for this Monday. Be good to each other, and remember not everyone can do the things they’d like to do. For themselves or others. So kindness is always the option.

Lakers legend Rick Fox built a house that can suck CO2 out of the atmosphere

I shut down my entire career that was in Hollywood to pursue and create [climate] solutions,” Fox tells The Verge. “I had to move around the industry that was new to me and meet people that were looking at me like, ‘What the hell are you doing in concrete?’””“What the hell are you doing in concrete?””Concrete just happens to be a major source of the greenhouse gas emissions causing more intense storms, wildfires, and other catastrophes through climate change. The culprit is actually cement, a key ingredient in concrete that alone is responsible for more than 8 percent of carbon dioxide emissions globally.“My entry into the world of concrete was one out of just sheer survival and the need to innovate in my own home country,” Fox says. Hurricane Dorian struck the Bahamas in 2019, wrecking 75 percent of homes on the worst hit island of Abaco and displacing thousands of people. Fox was in Los Angeles at the time. “The closest thing I could do was race to CNN to scream from the rooftops that we needed to do something better,” he says.Soon after, he met California-based architect Sam Marshall, whose home had sustained damage in the 2018 Woolsey fire, one of the most destructive blazes in the state’s history. Marshall had already “caught lightning in a bottle,” according to Fox. Working with material scientists, they’d developed a way to make concrete without using carbon-intensive cement. Together, they co-founded Partanna.The pair are pretty tight-lipped around the process, but the main ingredients are brine from desalination plants and a byproduct of steel production called slag. By getting rid of cement as an ingredient, Partanna can avoid the carbon dioxide emissions that come with it. Making cement produces a lot of climate pollution because it has to be heated to high temperatures in a kiln and because it triggers a chemical reaction that releases additional CO2 from limestone.Partanna says its mixture can cure at ambient temperatures, so it doesn’t have to use as much energy. It also says binder ingredients in the mixture absorb CO2 from the air and trap it in the material. In a home or building, the material continues to pull in CO2. Even if that structure is demolished, the material holds onto the CO2 and can be reused as an aggregate to make more of the alternative concrete.That’s how the startup and can call its material and the newly constructed home “carbon negative.” The 1,250-square-foot structure is supposed to have captured as much CO2 as 5,200 mature trees a year.

Source: Lakers legend Rick Fox built a house that can suck CO2 out of the atmosphere

Monday Musings

Apple Crisp.

Got some Wolf River apples at the farmer’s market Sunday. Wolf Rivers are my favorite baking apple, They are humongous, and just the right tartness for pies and crisps, and baked apples. They bring back memories of climbing on the tree we had behind our childhood house, and eating the giant, tart apples when the tree produced.

This is one of the great thing about farmer’s market — the variety. There is stuff there, you’d never find in a regular supermarket. Also the fact that the food is grown sustainably (including the meats), it’s fresher than supermarket stuff, and better for you. You get to know the farmers, ranchers, bakers, etc.. They become friends, or at least acquaintances. Also their prices don’t go up as fast. Yes they are a bit higher, but that actually reflects the costs they incur.

Anyways the apple crisp is scrumptious.

My cardiologist recommended taking and extra bumax(water pill) on Tuesday. The next day I’d lost 6 pounds of fluid. I’ve kept that off. It didn’t do a lot in the legs, but my torso has been distended for several years now, with a large outgrowth on my left side. That’s all gone now, and I have a fairly normal looking belly. Go me! Now I have to start building muscle back. More protein and exercise.

Let’s talk about the elephant in the room for a second. Israel and Palestine/Gaza. Hamas did an a terrible thing earlier this week. It can’t be excused. The reasons for it were/are many, but the action was overly extreme, with the murder of civilians. Now Israel is going to do more of the same to the Palestinians, carrying on their decades of treating the people of Gaza like dirt under a boot heel, or worse.


Did some painting this week, and finished a couple of commissions for Jenny. Now on to other things.

Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front by Wendell Berry

Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front

    Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more
of everything ready-made. Be afraid
to know your neighbors and to die.
And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card
and shut away in a little drawer.
When they want you to buy something
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know.

So, friends, every day do something
that won’t compute. Love the Lord.
Love the world. Work for nothing.
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it.
Denounce the government and embrace
the flag. Hope to live in that free
republic for which it stands.
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man
has not encountered he has not destroyed.

Ask the questions that have no answers.
Invest in the millennium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.
Say that the leaves are harvested
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.

Put your faith in the two inches of humus
that will build under the trees
every thousand years.
Listen to carrion – put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come.
Expect the end of the world. Laugh.
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts.
So long as women do not go cheap
for power, please women more than men.
Ask yourself: Will this satisfy
a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep
of a woman near to giving birth?

Go with your love to the fields.
Lie down in the shade. Rest your head
in her lap. Swear allegiance
to what is nighest your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and the politicos
can predict the motions of your mind,
lose it. Leave it as a sign
to mark the false trail, the way
you didn’t go. Be like the fox
who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.

Source: Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front by Wendell Berry – Famous poems, famous poets. – All Poetry

People Reluctant to Kill for an Abstraction, a movement.

Last Thursday, my organization, People Reluctant To Kill for an Abstraction, orchestrated an overwhelming show of force around the globe.At precisely 9 in the morning, working with focus and stealth, our entire membership succeeded in simultaneously beheading no one. At 10, Phase II began, during which our entire membership did not force a single man to suck another man’s penis. Also, none of us blew himself/herself up in a crowded public place. No civilians were literally turned inside out via our powerful explosives. In addition, at 11, in Phase III, zero (0) planes were flown into buildings.During Phase IV, just after lunch, we were able to avoid bulldozing a single home. Furthermore, we set, on roads in every city, in every nation in the world, a total of zero (0) roadside bombs which, not being there, did not subsequently explode, killing/maiming a total of nobody. No bombs were dropped, during the lazy afternoon hours, on crowded civilian neighborhoods, from which, it was observed, no post-bomb momentary silences were then heard. These silences were, in all cases, followed by no unimaginable, grief-stricken bellows of rage, and/or frantic imprecations to a deity. No sleeping baby was awakened from an afternoon nap by the sudden collapse and/or bursting into flame of his/her domicile during Phase IV.In the late afternoon (Phase V), our membership focused on using zero (0) trained dogs to bite/terrorize naked prisoners. In addition, no stun guns, rubber batons, rubber bullets, tear gas, or bullets were used, by our membership, on any individual, anywhere in the world. No one was forced to don a hood. No teeth were pulled in darkened rooms. No drills were used on human flesh, nor were whips or flames. No one was reduced to hysterical tears via a series of blows to the head or body, by us. Our membership, while casting no racial or ethnic aspersions, skillfully continued not to rape, gang-rape, or sexually assault a single person. On the contrary, during this late-afternoon phase, many of our membership flirted happily and even consoled, in a nonsexual way, individuals to whom they were attracted, putting aside their sexual feelings out of a sudden welling of empathy.As night fell, our membership harbored no secret feelings of rage or, if they did, meditated, or discussed these feelings with a friend until such time as the feelings abated, or were understood to be symptomatic of some deeper sadness.It should be noted that, in addition to the above-listed and planned activities completed by our members, a number of unplanned activities were completed by part-time members, or even nonmembers.In London, a bitter homophobic grandfather whose grocery bag broke open gave a loaf of very nice bread to a balding gay man who stopped to help him. A stooped toothless woman in Tokyo pounded her head with her hands, tired beyond belief of her lifelong feelings of anger and negativity, and silently prayed that her heart would somehow be opened before it was too late. In Syracuse, New York, holding the broken body of his kitten, a man felt a sudden kinship for all small things.Even declared nonmembers, it would appear, responded to our efforts. In Chitral, Pakistan, for example, a recent al-Qaida recruit remembered the way an elderly American tourist once made an encouraging remark about his English, and how, as she made the remark, she touched his arm, like a mother. In Gaza, an Israeli soldier and a young Palestinian, just before averting their eyes and muttering insults in their respective languages, exchanged a brief look of mutual shame.Who are we? A word about our membership.Since the world began, we have gone about our work quietly, resisting the urge to generalize, valuing the individual over the group, the actual over the conceptual, the inherent sweetness of the present moment over the theoretically peaceful future to be obtained via murder. Many of us have trouble sleeping and lie awake at night, worrying about something catastrophic befalling someone we love. We rise in the morning with no plans to convert anyone via beating, humiliation, or invasion. To tell the truth, we are tired. We work. We would just like some peace and quiet. When wrong, we think about it awhile, then apologize. We stand under awnings during urban thunderstorms, moved to thoughtfulness by the troubled, umbrella-tinged faces rushing by. In moments of crisis, we pat one another awkwardly on the back, mumbling shy truisms. Rushing to an appointment, remembering a friend who has passed away, our eyes well with tears and we think: Well, my God, he could be a pain, but still I’m lucky to have known him.This is PRKA. To those who would oppose us, I would simply say: We are many. We are worldwide. We, in fact, outnumber you. Though you are louder, though you create a momentary ripple on the water of life, we will endure, and prevail.

Resistance is futile.

Source: People Reluctant to Kill for an Abstraction, a movement.

Monday Musings

Monday again.

So I’m driving myself short distances again. Don’t think the girlfriend likes it, but need to do it. I am feeling mostly better, and don’t go places if I don’t feel up to it.

Had PCP appt. Thursday, with no changes.

And then to the Audubon “Bush With Nature” opening Thursday night. I don’t like meet and greet so much, but wanted to see the art on the wall. And it was like all openings, with speeches, and catered food, and booze. i don’t drink, so there went that, and on my new low-sodium diet, there was not a lot that I dared to eat, although I did find a few things. I actually knew, from way back, a couple of people there, but did not approach them, because of my massive introvert nature. Didn’t actually talk to many people. Seems that they are rotating art since the space is small, and only one pic of mine was up, but you can see all the artworks at the link above. Buy stuff, it’s for a good cause.

Friday at Cancer Care. Until 2PM. My numbers were low ,and they were trying to decide what to do. They decided to give me my IVIG, and no Velcade, since IVIG is supposed to up my immune response. Seems to be working with the new premeds for the IVIG, not as yucky feeling this weekend either.

Looking back at my calendar I see I wasn’t in the studio much this week. Only one day it seems. I did get some painting done on a project for Jenny. A good start, but not finished. Shouldn’t take more than a few more hours though. I probably did some work on the comic also, but don’t really remember. Sometimes some kind of ennui sets in and I don’t feel like doing art, which is stupid, because it’s what I love to do. But I just feel too tired to make art sometimes. Does that even make sense? I don’t know. I think it’s the chemo, that makes everything a chore. I could be wrong, and it could be psychological, not physical. Or a combination of both.

So I found a new tasty way to add some protein to my daily diet (more or less). It’s protein ice cream from Arnold Schwarzenegger. Recipe below.

I love sweets. Adam makes the best protein ice cream so that people with a sweet
tooth can eat a whole bowl and know it isn’t moving them away from their goals. In
fact, because it includes protein and healthy fats, you can eat something that tastes like
dessert and make more progress. Here it is.

  • 1 scoop protein powder of choice (we recommend chocolate flavor)
  • 1 tablespoon of almond butter or peanut butter
  • A few splashes of the dairy or non-dairy milk of choice. The more milk you add, the
    more watery/less thick it becomes.
    How to make it: Stir the three ingredients together, place in the freezer for 30 minutes,
    and that’s it. You can toss it in the fridge for a more pudding-like experience.

It has less than 200 mg sodium (170mg give or take, depends on the amount of milk you use.) so good for my low sodium diet. I used full fat real milk, and almond butter. Turned out good, although took more than a half hour in my freezer.

I think that’s about it for today. I’m waiting for meds to be delivered, and the electrician to change out some switches. Hope this finds you well, and have a great week.

Monday Musings

Well it’s Monday, and I’m trying something new. A free form review of the last week, and anything else I want to put in here.

So I was in the hospital for massive edema in the lower extremities, and got out Tuesday. Wednesday, I took paintings down to Falmouth for the Audubon art show, and sale, “Brush with Nature”. Opens October 6.

Broken Birch Cardinal and Monarch

Next day picked tomatoes and made chicken stock. Something ate my poor sunflower. And worked in the studio.

Studio work this week (Weds. – Sun) was on the Open City comic, as well as starting a new painting project, and working on some small stuff for Jenny, as presents to coworkers.

Of course Cancer Care on Friday. Saw Dr. Siddiqui, and no changes made. Hoping that the Dara isn’t what caused the edema. We’ll see.

And it’s Monday now, with little weight (ie. fluid) gain, so that is good.

Next week I’ll have more on the comic. Maybe a video, and probably some pics of inked pages.

Finished some books in the hospital.

  • Sourdough by Robin Sloan. Delightful if a somewhat weird ending.
  • Robert A Heinlein Requiem Short stories, and then remembrances of the master.
  • Still working on How the World Really Works. Rather dry, but interesting enough that I don’t want to stop reading yet.
  • Just started Telegraph Avenue by Michael Chabon, good so far.

That’s it for this week. All caught up. Hopefully next Monday there will be some actual musings.