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I like simple words.

Ah, Letty, this is my day off. I had a2k on the computer, whether I was in the room or not. I painted a small painting, and also went to the local cheapo grocery store.

I have several stores which I grant my presence from time to time. This one has lots of discounted shampoo type items; okay if not excellent cheeses, sometimes from europe; and a fair low end wine selection, plus lots of tacky knicknacky stuff to skirt around.

It has been raining here off and on for three days. Thus I wait for next week's weed burgeoning.

some songs for the rain

A Rainy Night in Soho
Shane MacGowan

I've been loving you a long time
Down all the years, down all the days
And I've cried for all your troubles
Smiled at your funny little ways
We watched our friends grow up together
And we saw them as they fell
Some of them fell into Heaven
Some of them fell into Hell

I took shelter from a shower
And I stepped into your arms
On a rainy night in Soho
The wind was whistling all its charms
I sang you all my sorrows
You told me all your joys
Whatever happened to that old song
To all those little girls and boys

Now the song is nearly over
We may never find out what it means
But there's a light I hold before me
And you're the measure of my dreams
The measure of my dreams

Sometimes I wake up in the morning
The gingerlady by my bed
Covered in a cloak of silence
I hear you in my head
I'm not singing for the future
I'm not dreaming of the past
I'm not talking of the fist time
I never think about the last

Now the song is nearly over
We may never find out what it means
Still there's a light I hold before me
You're the measure of my dreams
The measure of my dreams


Here Comes The Rain Again
Eurythmics

Here comes the rain again
Falling on my head like a memory
Falling on my head like a new emotion
I want to walk in the open wind
I want to talk like lovers do
I want to dive into your ocean
Is it raining with you
So baby talk to me
Like lovers do
Walk with me
Like lovers do
Talk to me
Like lovers do
Here comes the rain again
Raining in my head like a tragedy
Tearing me apart like a new emotion
Oooooh
I want to breathe in the open wind
I want to kiss like lovers do
I want to dive into your ocean
Is it raining with you
So baby talk to me
Like lovers do
Here comes the rain again
Falling on my head like a memory
Falling on my head like a new emotion
(Here it comes again, here it comes again)
I want to walk in the open wind
I want to talk like lovers do
I want dive into your ocean
Is it raining with you


Red Rain
Peter Gabriel

Red rain is coming down
Red rain
Red rain is pouring down
Pouring down all over me

I am standing up at the water's edge in my dream
I cannot make a single sound as you scream
It can't be that cold, the ground is still warm to touch
This place is so quiet, sensing that storm

Red rain is coming down
Red rain
Red rain is pouring down
Pouring down all over me

Well I've seen them buried in a sheltered place in this town
They tell you that this rain can sting, and look down
There is no blood around see no sign of pain
Hay ay ay no pain
Seeing no red at all, see no rain

Red rain is coming down
Red rain
Red rain is pouring down
Pouring down all over me

Red rain-
Putting the pressure on much harder now
To return again and again
Just let the red rain splash you
Let the rain fall on your skin
I come to you defences down
With the trust of a child

Red rain is coming down
Red rain
Red rain is pouring down
Pouring down all over me
And I can't watch any more
No more denial
It's so hard to lay down in all of this
Red rain is coming down
Red rain is pouring down
Red rain is coming down all over me
I see it
Red rain is coming down
Red rain is pouring down
Red rain is coming down all over me
I'm bathing in it
Red rain coming down
Red rain is coming down
Red rain is coming down all over me
I'm begging you
Red rain coming down
Red rain coming down
Red rain coming down
Red rain coming down
Over me in the red red sea
Over me
Over me
Red rain


Rain In The Summertime
The Alarm

Under the anvil of the sun
Sweat, like a train
I come, I come,
My body to dust
Scorched by the might of the sun

Burning light, burning white heat
Like wildfire
I sweat a fever
My body screams
Disintegrates in the heat

Our love is the FAITH that keeps on burning

I love to feel the RAIN IN THE SUMMERTIME
I love to feel the rain on my face
I love to feel the RAIN IN THE SUMMERTIME
I love to feel the rain on my face

Burnt at the stake, on a bed of fire
My body rises
Taking me higher
My loves desire
Is pure ascension fire

And love is the FAITH that keeps on burning

I love to feel the RAIN IN THE SUMMERTIME
I love to feel the rain on my face
I love to feel the RAIN IN THE SUMMERTIME
I love to feel the rain on my face

And then I run 'til the breath tears my throat
'Til the pain hits my side
As if I run fast enough
I can leave all the pain and the sadness behind

I love to feel the RAIN IN THE SUMMERTIME
I love to feel the rain on my face
I love to feel the RAIN IN THE SUMMERTIME
I love to feel the rain on my face
(I love to feel the rain on my face)
(In the summertime)


January Rain
Hunters and Collectors

They say everything that rises
Will be brought down
Anyone who's anybody
Is getting out of town

The highheels on the long weekend
Clatter in the street below
Somebody got pinned again
Underneath my window

The crowd roars on the wind
And I call out your name
They're keepin' score on the radio
But it all sounds the same (home away game)

The punters on the platform
Stagger throughout the yellow light
Force the door and slash the seats
We're all goin' home tonight

Up and down the nature strip
The Sunday drinkers ride
Faith is flowin' down the Esplanade
Drip try and lemon tide

It's perfect one day
That's when it's raining again
Crouched upon the ocean
Is the city that I live in

(chorus)
Ya never build too high
In January rain

Oops, listeners, since seed is no longer here our data base has become impish.

edgar, as Thoreau observed: Simplicity--Simplicity--Simplicity.

Osso/Jo, first I would like to thank you for directing me to Fbaezer's Nana thread. (he always confuses me with Noddy).

For some reason, my friend, I would love to see that small painting, a cameo in reflection and refraction, I'll wager.

Today, I went to pay the water bill and was almost got run over by an emergency vehicle. Really, I thought that I had looked my last.

We have many el cheapo stores here, which I visit in an emergency, and as for the rain, remember, behind every weed you pull, a flower will grow. (my holly tree died) I know, just a wee bit of doggeral.

Share your day with us, listeners. We want to know.

<sigh>

I am more than a week behind on my daily reports. But soon, the tale of The Prince does Toronto will be complete, and I can report on current happenings in the land of snow and small spitz dogs.

dj, honey, I will be back later to carefully read the lyrics to your songs. You are a dear man, and I love reading what you sing.

Holly - ilex - trees dying here is mostly a good thing, they are rampant weeds upon the land.. I always liked Cotoneasters until I moved here too. Now the robins bring me 500 new ones in my hydrangea patch, and those little guys get deep roots fast.

I visit a range of stores for different reasons. Besides the cheapest, I go to the high end grocery hereabouts because on Saturdays they have a fine acoustical guitarist, and a lovely flower shop run by pals, and great coffee and bakery, and a variety of products of some discernment - it's called Wildberries. I also like the floors, big black and white squares. Oh, they have a good take out counter and a giant refrigerated case of many many kinds of beer - not that I happen to drink beer, I'm a booze or wine fan, but once in a while I do. And good wines. And cheeses. That's in Arcata, six miles north of me, by the bay.





djjd, I so love rain songs, thank you. I think I'll print those out.

I haven't found any great arcata photos on the web yet, I suppose I should take some. When I leave the market, I see the bay from the hill..

here a regular map -
http://www.city-data.com/city/Arcata-California.html

and as the wind from Toronto picks up ehBeth's red skirt, and her story of the Prince enters it's final chapter, Osso battles the weeds in order to see her hydragena. (I love those giant snowball bushes).

As dj rains away our cares, I find that I am thinking of a goodnight song.

But it must keep, listeners, until tomorrow. Perhaps one of you here will sing us off to sleep.

...........................................................signing off, until tomorrow

Ossu...I thought of you today when I heard a story on NPR about the Pritsler (I've probably got the spelling wrong) in architecture. It's kind of the equivalent of a Pulitzer prize in some other art form. It goes this year to someone from LA, named Main (again, bad spelling. This was on the radio, after all).
Interesting fellow who won. Interesting ideas. Any thoughts from you?
(I agree that A2K should have a new category devoted to the art/science of arch and planning, but until that happens...)

OK, I found a few, each better than the first...
http://www.arcatacityhall.org/images/greatvu3b.jpg
http://www.humboldt1.com/~popenoe/aerial/Arcata.jpg
http://www.arcata.com/mattfilar/graphics/bw/JacksonRanchRd.jpg

John, I've just about worked up to maybe doing a continuing thread in the General forum.

The guy who won the Pritzker is Thom Mayne, a local boy to me when I lived in Venice, California. He was one of the guys involved in the development of Sci Arc architecture school in Santa Monica, I think. I didn't go there, and am not a building architect myself, but have somewhat followed him and Gehry, another local boy, although I think Gehry was originally from Toronto. Venice was a redlined district for the most part when my ex and I moved there. The banks wouldn't lend to us both because of where we wanted to buy and who were were, an unmarried at the time man and woman. We did eventually get a loan through Allstate and things only went up in value from there.

Because of that situation which held in parts of venice for many years, local beginning architects could get relatively cheap property to play with. Thus when I was first studying landscape architecture, nights after my day job, my land design teacher took us on weekend walks, one through venice - and we saw Gehry's three plywood houses on Indiana Avenue and Thom Mayne's 2 4 6 8 studio on an alley, Amoroso, I think, off of Lincoln Blvd. It was a garage area edifice, very simple concrete block, with the windows on each side divided into two, four, six, or eight segments. Gehry had his office then on Venice beach, or maybe it was across the line in Santa Monica. I remember taking a photo of the back of it, the fence amused me.

I've watched these guys bloom and have some slides of the places. Of course there are fine photos by greats in arch magazines. And now Gehry is building his own house about five, or is it six lots from that house we bought in 1976. I am in touch with the neighbors dealing with design issues, at least periodically, not to influence them of course, even if I could. They tend to be enthused, from what I hear.

I'll be back with some links on Thom Mayne's getting the Pritzker - which delights me. There will be lots of articles in papers and online in the coming days; I'll try to give ones that people don't have to register to read (I usually try for this but some of the best articles need registering), and then may list some that require registry.

Most of my articles come from the ArchNewsNow site, smart woman runs that site - but not all. Still, it's very handy.

AN APRIL DAY - Longfellow

When the warm sun, that brings
Seed-time and harvest, has returned again,
'T is sweet to visit the still wood, where springs
The first flower of the plain.

I love the season well,
When forest glades are teeming with bright forms,
Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell
The coming-on of storms.

From the earth's loosened mould
The sapling draws its sustenance, and thrives;
Though stricken to the heart with winter's cold,
The drooping tree revives.

The softly-warbled song
Comes from the pleasant woods, and colored wings
Glance quick in the bright sun, that moves along
The forest openings.

When the bright sunset fills
The silver woods with light, the green slope throws
Its shadows in the hollows of the hills,
And wide the upland glows.

And when the eve is born,
In the blue lake the sky, o'er-reaching far,
Is hollowed out and the moon dips her horn,
And twinkles many a star.

Inverted in the tide
Stand the gray rocks, and trembling shadows throw,
And the fair trees look over, side by side,
And see themselves below.

Sweet April! many a thought
Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed;
Nor shall they fail, till, to its autumn brought,
Life's golden fruit is shed.

One more mumble, I think I might have explained some of those posts before; apologies if repeats.

And now, to April.

a goodnight song

Sleep (Fingers' Lullaby)
Boomtown Rats

I'm so wired,
Very tired,
Why can't I
Close my eyes.

Times speeding
It's day, it's night, it's night, it's day
And it's time
I went to sleep.
Chorus:
Tired and sick, I'm sick and tired,
I'm falling on my feet
Tired and sick, I'm sick and tired,
Why can't I close my eyes and go to sleep?
It's not as easy as it seems.

Sssh
Draw the blinds
Sssh
Kill that light,
Sssh
Put down that book,
Sssh
The phone rings
Sssh
I'm not here
Sssh
I'm off the hook

(I'm so wired)
Close your eyes,
(Very tired)
Put down your head,
(Why can't I)
Go to sleep
Close my eyes.

If I took enough of these red things,
Get some permanent sleep, blue things,
What lullabys would you sing, white things

I wanna go
It's a long drive home
Don't wanna stay,
One more minute

Close my eyes and go to sleep
It's not as easy as it seems,
Close my eyes and go to sleep
I'm jumping fences, counting sheep
I'm counting fences, jumping sheep
I'm fencing jumpsuits in my sleep
I'm counting fencing, I can't think

*written by Johnny Fingers
*from the album "The Fine Art Of Surfacing"

My good night song.

Words & music by paul simon

No I would not give you false hope
On this strange and mournful day
But the mother and child reu-nion
Is only a motion away, oh, little darling of mine.
I can't for the life of me
Remember a sadder day
I know they say let it be
But it just don't work out that way
And the course of a lifetime runs
Over and over again

No I would not give you false hope
On this strange and mournful day
But the mother and child reu-nion
Is only a motion away, oh, little darling of mine.

I just can't believe it's so,
And though it seems strange to say
I never been laid so low
In such a mysterious way
And the course of a lifetime runs
Over and over again

But I would not give you false hope
On this strange and mournful day
When the mother and child reu-nion
Is only a motion away,
Oh, oh the mother and child reunion
Is only a motion away
Oh the mother and child reu-nion
Is only a moment away

good one edgar

one of my favourite paul simon songs

Rene and Georgette Magritte with Their Dog After the War
Paul Simon

Rene and Georgette Magritte
With their dog after the war
Returned to their hotel suite
And they unlocked the door
Easily losing their evening clothes
They danced by the light of the moon
To the Penguins, the Moonglows
The Orioles, and The Five Satins
The deep forbidden music
They'd been longing for
Rene and Georgette Magritte
With their dog after the war

Rene and Georgette Magritte
With their dog after the war
Were strolling down Christopher Street
When they stopped in a men's store
With all of the mannequins dressed in the style
That brought tears to their immigrant eyes
Just like The Penguins, the Moonglows
The Orioles, and The Five Satins
The easy stream of laughter
Flowing through the air
Rene and Georgette Magritte
With their dog apres la guerre

Side by side
They fell asleep
Decades gliding by like Indians
Time is cheap
When they wake up they will find
All their personal belongings
Have intertwined
Oh Rene and Georgette Magritte
With their dog after the war
Were dining with the power elite
And they looked in their bedroom drawer
And what do you think
They have hidden away
In the cabinet cold of their hearts?
The Penguins, the Moonglows
The Orioles, and The Five Satins
For now and ever after
As it was before
Rene and Georgette Magritte
With their dog after the war

I like most everything by Paul Simon.

She was beautiful as southern skies
The night he met her
She was married to someone
He was doggedly determined that he would get her
He was old, he was young
From time to time he'd tip his heart
But each time she withdrew
Everybody loves the sound of a train in the distance
Everybody thinks it's true
Well eventually the boy and the girl get married
Sure enough they have a son
And though they both were occupied
With the child she carried
Disagreements had begun
And in a while they fell apart
It wasn't hard to do
Everybody loves the sound of a train in the distance
Everybody thinks it's true
Two disappointed believers
Two people playing the game
Negotiations and love songs
Are often mistaken for one and the same
Now the man and the woman
Remain in contact
Let us say it's for the child
With disagreements about the meaning
Of a marriage contract
Conversations hard and wild
But from time to time
He makes her laugh
She cooks a meal or two
Everybody loves the sound of a train in the distance
Everybody thinks it's true
Everybody loves the sound of a train in the distance
Everybody thinks it's true
What is the point of this story
What information pertains
The thought that life could be better
Is woven indelibly
Into our hearts
And our brains