Thursday, April 28, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
I try to visit my mother, Lee Wolf, every week.
We couldn't go out to eat because it is Passover, and could not go for a walk either, as Canadian geese have nested in the garden of her residence. The geese are apparently rather aggressive in protecting their young.
So, we talked. As we are both prone to doing.
Monday, April 18, 2011
A few choice images from an assignment for the Folger Shakespeare Library. They put on a marvelous celebration every year in the Bard's honor.
William Shakespeare - All the world's a stage (from As You Like It 2/7)
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
A number of images that I found interesting on Eleventh Street NW, Washington DC, while out looking for a street memorial to Jose Hernandez-Romero.
Eyes open. Life is short.