Thursday, December 1, 2016

XIV. Chacun porte des gants assortis



It wasn’t the house Dawn hated—what she hated, he knew, was that the motive for having the house (for making the beds, for setting the table, for laundering the curtains, for organizing the holidays, for apportioning her energies and differentiating her duties by the day of the week) had been destroyed right along with Hamlin’s store; the tangible daily fullness, the smooth regularity that was once the underpinning of all of their lives survived in her only as an illusion, as a mockingly inaccessible bigger-than-life fantasy, real for every last Old Rimrock family but hers. He knew this not just because of the million memories but also because in the top drawer of his office desk he still kept handy a ten-year-old copy of a local weekly, the Denville-Randolph Courier, featuring on the first page the article about Dawn and her cattle business. She had consented to be interviewed only if the journalist promised not to mention her having been Miss New Jersey of 1949. The journalist agreed and the piece was titled “Old Rimrock Woman Feel Lucky to Love What She’s Doing,” and concluded with a paragraph that, simple as it was, made him proud of whenever he went back to read it, “‘People are lucky if they get to do what they love and are good at it,’ Mrs. Levov declared.”  –Philip Roth’s American Pastoral (1997)

For Adam, though you see him quite the master of himself, working hard and delighting in his work after his inborn inalienable nature, had not outlived his sorrow—[…] It would be a poor result of all our anguish and our wrestling, if we won nothing but our old selves at the end of it—if we could return to the same blind loves, the same self-confident blame, the same light thoughts of human suffering, the same frivolous gossip over blighted human lives, the same feeble sense of that Unknown towards which we have sent forth irrepressible cries in our loneliness. Let us rather be thankful that our sorrow lives in us as an indestructible force, only changing its form, as forces do, and passing from pain into sympathy—the one poor word which includes all our best insight and our best love. –George Eliot’s Adam Bede (1859)

But hers, converted by the page into butchers—Generations of minding shtetl leather barrels, the descending skins’s sludge contaminant of concern’s aryl
Rings conformed into UV light-induced, soluble and solvable buckminsterfullerenes (C60)—After the Old Rimrock Bomber had felt moved to concrete acts, as a fraught child falling asleep with bedside light and a loaned Penguin Manon Lescaut (1731); chosen for the jolt of the clergy to the lesser half of the family, in which he tardily retorts a certain partiality for Balzac’s Ab Herrera (1834-44) to an empty assembly before closing—After PSA screens projected the cell counts of every exhalation of singed sawdust strewn on the factory floor, and in the signature volatiles of Newark Maid gloves, whose tranche
Fitting was still overseen among the novice staff by the retained means of production himself—The Universe becomes the home of man (1948), with the geodesic dome as a soccer ball, supplanting baseball in overreaching suburbia, to use the same paternal stem, y’qb, to rob—Over to the open gallery’s small stellated dodecahedron spine-ensnared in Mimmo Paladino’s Figura con stella (2000), taken without relief of a restroom, in his modern plan home—He steels against the excised projectile looking into frontiersman Sir Henry Wellcome’s
Tabloid (1884), whose domestic use trended toward a single vent for safety blades closed by recess mount glass flush to the edge of the reflection calling for it, the irremediable wedged at the base of man—Contents resonant of phenol and camphor; nothing like the carbonized votives, the puja’s burn without residue’s karpooram the Wave of Beauty's Saundaryalahari (1000 B.C.E.) finds Devi’s whittlings white as the moon, and a reprieve during the dry season—Adulterated in the Levov cabinet with petrolatum, from the St. Louis Ballard Snow Liniment Company (1882), the cold sore topical, Campho-phenique
The Wellcome Trust (1936), now leading medical research second to the Gates Foundation, commences from Almond, Wisconsin retailing lemon juice as invisible ink (1869)—Toward Henry’s movements abroad, following the tropical scourge, to which posterity perhaps owes, at two-years his senior, the St. Louis nostrum purveyor James F. Ballard (b. 1851), another prescient antiquarian longing to crack a cure and to turn a dime, who leaves behind a collection comprising Dürer’s cold-chisel quindecimal print album, purview of the majesty of the tripartite Meisterstiche (1513), whose maternal melancholy, desplintered library lion, and foreseen Rider, Totenkopf, reside under spotlights at the St. Louis Art Museum, Apocalypse with Pictures (1498), with a footnote to the Metropolitan’s bequest of 126 prayer rugs (1922)—Once heartened by the field guides of Old Rimrock flora, she asks for them at the Clinton Correctional Facility for Women—A one-time stage of the Rolling Thunder Revue (7 December 1975), which further meant much to him, with the Empress on the obverse, of Desire (1976)—Swede Levov's daughter folded the page at the color-plate of a diminutive, disheveled sunflower, Inula helenium, for Helen of Troy, whose sweet, herbaceous stanches of elecampane contain Alantin (1804)—Later anglicized inulin, whose clearance per unit time makes for the most accurate estimation of glomerular filtration rate backed up from the calculus sustained from the midlife five-mile jaunt to Hamlin’s for a newspaper—An herb, and a flank pain, defined by the Alt-Köpenick apothecary Valentin Rose
The Younger of the White Swan, whose father’s subsequent death (1771) left the discoverer of uranium (1789), Martin Klaproth, with the shingle, the publication of Valentin Rose the Elder’s metallurgist manual (1772) and the upbringing of his two sons—A summarizing account to this apprentice of a fusible alloy, whose combined depressed melting point (100°C) of bismuth, lead, and tin for solder required made to order top grain elk welding gauntlets, from which might illicit a candid

Commentary from Merry—Disclosing at the breakfast bar how she felt under the weather, with a notebook drawn with the jagged lightning bolt through a rainbow—Candid,
White-hot copycats and their seven years of incendiaries until the Vietnam peace accord (1973) pictured with dynamite and the plumbing’s flurry of nails within a Greenwich Village Townhouse (6 March 1970)—Rigged, foreign-made Woolworth’s radium-dialed alarm clocks for timing caps timetabled 8 West 11th Street, and the childhood brownstone of James Merrill’s A mental world / Kept track above the mantel (1962/72), where saboteur Cathy Wilkerson is ironing; the vehemence’s participants watch behind somebody’s borrowed children in strollers—On his adolescent predawn shifts to scrape hides of fat and hair with a dull shiv, one strains to find the Weathermen model of privilege—Such meaning clads the extremities of debutantes and riflemen; each having thrown down the hollow fist of a skin pieced as much aryl
Sectors of polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbons (PAHs) originating in the interstellar medium—At their rarest forms, they are rose
Tinted in organic solvents known less noticeably from acetone; from the amorphous formula tipped from the scuttle, and ionized into organization into the purest wave-particle duality, C60—Anvil clouds lift the lithe and tight-fitting asterism at the severe lunar mansion made more striking by Freud’s placement, where he at last reaches Dawn by refusing her pageant name—Read from the memory of both Arcady’s tenancy and remove, the Saundaryalahari makes its unhurried introduction to Western culture by W. Norman Brown in the Harvard Oriental Series: 43 (1958)—Only when conjoined with Shakti does Shiva have the power to act (780 B.C.E)—While at this prerogative of Bharani’s triangle formed by the four stars of Aries and Musca Borealis, she exhibited alternately as the wasp, bee, or menacing Quatorze lily (1679)—Calling to mind the space frame of the solarium adjoining the large cardboard model of the new house; now kept for appreciating William Orcutt III, its departed architect—That the triangular scaffolding likewise followed a tranche
Of commissions at the Ford Rotunda (1933); reprised for the 50th anniversary (1953); forged from the unchanged aluminum tube chassis for the Le Mans winning Jaguar XK120C C-Type (1951), all of which became the Buckminster Fuller patented octet truss (1961)—First glimpses of the sixty-strut tensegrity spheres on Cloud Nine (1960) achieved a volume to membrane aspect ratio of trapped sunlight whose design hefts the mass through a slight internal temperature attaining by degrees a sublime dirigible—So unlike the ovoid warship grounded by its own fuel at Lakehurst, New Jersey (6 May 1937), and broadcast over their sightseeing by the chowder and Victorian gingerbread of Cape May; his father, more fascinated by the tempered Duralumin impellers in Earhart’s Electra on Ford Island, than the Pacific airlift whose budding athleticism left Swede firmly ashore—In part by his people’s gingerbread tree, or doum palm, Hyphaene thebaica, of the slanting, crosshatched, skinned of palms and sweetened rind, and undying demarcation of a desert oasis, to resurface in pharaoh’s grave provisions—Still, a prop and path of the taut bow of his longing at the Moon in Punarvasu, an east-facing vasstu—Having found himself in his biography conveniently drafted out in anticipation of the next Capote (1965)—Having been mailed an envelope by the Zuckerman executors; its author abridged; not by a quintuple bypass, rather, at a parting of the left main (1973)—Seymour subsequently likened each undertaking to the continuous pull of his well-honed muscles and tendons; for some time, even after his convalescent period—He forgave his classmate's cheek; particularly this brandishing of the ring of Gyges with respect to Dawn summoned by himself that weak day to breach the subject of their wayward child—Through Zuckerman’s confabulations of their diagnoses, he made out a margin note on DNA immunotherapy, which he sought out over the first radiotherapy session when his technician ignored his doctor’s markings, and precipitated sloughing of his mucous lining for weeks—Unassuming tumor slides had the privilege to compete with the palettes of venerology and Venetian turpentine and beeswax Wellcome
Anatomical Venus (1771-1800), among other accessions updated with bound volumes of the sequenced human genome (2004)—By rooms, white paneled or reflected camphorated wardrobes for Syrie Maugham’s furs, since meeting Henry (1901) at Khartoum’s signpost at the meetings of the Nile, in an elephant’s trunk, for the safflowerCarthamus tinctoriusOf Human Bondage (1915), in which time Syrie had taken up with Wisconsinite Mr. Selfridge, when his Oxford Street flagstore could be reached dialing “1”,  and lifted from Book IV. of Spinoza’s Ethics (1677), The Power of the EmotionsMaugham had surely seen the outcome of those bidding aliases for the West End library arcana enticing Crowley, whose Eastern trips transacted the three gunas matched with rajas-sulfur, sattvas-mercury; much represented on the formulary, and tamas-salt, and into pictorial form—Toward the much searched camphor analog to Campho-phenique—

A duplicate yogi regrets in time—The New Yorker publishes J.D. Salinger’s “Teddy” (January 31, 1953); more significant to him through the character of Seymour Glass (d.1948)—Within this aura of Campho-phenique,
The Edo period; invoked later in a detailed photo spread of the Mercury Mariner 10 (1973) commemorative for Matsuo Bas, whose distillations of the kind seem just excerpted by Seymour, a hokku for a father of a vanished son, The dew of the camphor tree / Falls in tears/ On the pinks—The color of Glauber’s chemical garden (1646) against Merry’s blanched windowsill specimen composed of Death Valley double-mule team boron salts crystallized on a supersaturated pipe cleaner—Having gotten as far as magnetic separation, her twilight visit to his study implored the process of pure separation of camphor from salt and iron filings—His answer had Lou Levov’s resolute esteem for the bust Missouri hatmaker, Harry Truman, who unlawfully placed wage controls on unpatriotic steelworkers (June 1952) failing to make their quotas—If to match the production of nationalized Shōwa Steel Works the Soviets later pull to pieces (August 1945), to reassemble with forced labor—Pig iron in the steel taper lock fasteners, which sheathe the Boeing B-52 Stratofortress; smoothed by rising cabin pressure, whose lower cowling is modified to perform as a candid
North Vietnam carpet bomber (1966)—There was an engineer's swerve to her political consciousness, with clipped articles from Popular Mechanics enter in evidence, under the influence of ideology for a beauty queen’s offspring—Somewhere; in the ashram where he stayed but two weeks, he hears delivered a discourse on Dawn’s Sun; exalted in Bharani, both carrying the burden and the curbing reins of Yama, which insets triangles and undergirds life—Inaugural to them, years later, the tetrahedral ceiling, under which Dawn and Swede were regarded as interlopers at the beeline for the Robert Morris Anti Form felt (1968/2002); shown determining its own contingent, from climbing the acutely angled staircase of the Yale Art Museum addition all for which Louis Kahn credits his child’s mother, Anne Tyng (1951-53); set in motion, wheels within wheels—Epitomized by the Indian gooseberry—Prévost sits in Amsterdam (1731) the decade Teredo pitted the wooden hulls and dikes of the returning Dutch East India company; known for the VOC merchant mark struck into rupees, and in antagonism with the British staff of mercury, a sign of four—A chest with a cuneus between two lunes of type (1602-1799) marks the astringent emblics that entered Linnaeus’s records—Six-spoked transverse section drupes of Phyllanthus emblica (1753) dribbled from the churning of the milk ocean, in order to make a descended form of amrita, in Bharani—The Dutch returned La Condamine from triangulating the meridian on the ellipsoid between Quito and Cuenca (1736), after overdrawn meanderings through the Amazon basin (1737), he described the priest’s warming, but bitter alkaloid cinchona suspended in wine—Young Henry made the journey (1879) to bottle quinine, the midafternoon empiric tonic unresponsive in Kal-azar; visceral leishmaniasis, and its proliferation in the macrophages established with splenic aspiration by Neaves (1903) at the Wellcome
Tropical Research Laboratories (1903)—Watkins and Woolfe (1952) labored among the animal cages at Langley Park, which organized the assembly of cell pore-diffused two, sixty kilo-Dalton fragments of the toxin produced by C. diphtheriae (1894) that anticipate the stock solution and MSDS protocol in place, planar ethidium bromide (EthBr) stain for the UV resolution of polyacrylamide and agarose gels by incorporation of the aryl
Rings of nucleotides—A mutagen; distributed by the non-governmental organization for distribution of trypanocide causing sleeping sickness, led by his married, stutter-less, and rechristened daughter, having completed the wound-closure of her past with a younger son of the Ballantine beer company remembered by Jasper Johns, Painted Bronze (1960)—Having come a long way from the Down Neck dog and cat hospital, Audrey has found virtue in raising those buried in the imprints of colonial sovereignty, and at present celebrating the quantum leap in owning a pump station with the same Mobiloil Pegasus penned by the Sekiyu office (1911), following the marriage of Standard and Vacuum Oil (1931); not taking a side on a lost stake in Havana and the Castro situation (26 November 2016)—She was the first responder armed with detergent for cleaning birds at the Prince William Sound spill (24 March 1989)—Not that she might endow a hospital wing, or a cardiac ward, for the surgeon compelled by the cosmic order to mail his mistress a cease and desist letter at five in the morning among the household bills; she, who kindly left his family in peace after reading his obituary (25 February 1968)—Not the tramps of the now largest homeless population in America bathing in the concrete-lined tributaries of Los Angeles County—Where the laboratory glove contract took him to Garden Grove; six years since lack and July concentrated machines for living; titled by the Newark housing authority, among city leaders Scudder and Pennington, where he dropped off his forelady, at High Court, and his cleaning lady, before the ground glass steps of  University View, collectively, but sparingly, disgorged of their tenants into rioting (1967)—After the Orcutts's accident; the two-seater recovered with Borromean knot logo on crumpled empties; blamed by his jealousy for having set in place; rather than that last one the driver had taken at the decanter restocked by his wife, before driving home inebriated two years from that Thanksgiving—After interment of his parents, after Merry’s proceedings and release to family (1975)—Swede came to be a West Coast Tantalus of the citrus belt; the same from Eliza Tibbet’s navel oranges thriving by dishwater and grafts, as the first from the USDA official and Kew botanist, William Saunders (1873), who planned the Soldiers' National Cemetery (1863)—Swede stood among his tropical fruit trees contemplating the Rose
Patrimony—Two brothers tutored by Klaproth, and captured by nothing more than the incitements of geological time—A tranche

Of Pelops consumed at the banquet, and an ensuing curse on the House of Atreus—The afterthought of Merry’s impugning him for everything; how her attendance that night triggered his father’s massive coronary (22 November 1973)—A mistaken ore, pelopium by Heinrich Rose (1845), which he found in resolving the oxide’s acid-impervious elements tantalum and niobium (1846)—Gustav trekked with Alexander von Humboldt in the Ural Mountains (1837-42) sampling rocks, whose sister, Julie Rose, is espoused to Eilhard Mitscherlich, who originated a crystal’s isomorphic geometry imposed by arrangement of its atoms, which the slightest impurity could off-center (1825)—Leasing the building, with equipment repaid in three tranches,
New-Aid LLC medical glove factory, which, at one time, exclusively supplied UC Riverside biomedical sciences department, then the nearby hospitals, clinics, and sanatoria—Apart from the Kaempfer’s entry of distillation of the camphor tree oil from Flora Japonica (1712), business assumed that extraction from rosined turpentine comprise all synthesis of Campho-phenique—
Drifting from crèche, from the doll she had loaned, and the St. Louis stage apartment in the Deep South, from the top floor Portrait of a Madonna (1945); televised in 1953—Going down, perhaps the protagonist of her one-act play overhears her father’s sermon in a Natchez parish, of the final cry at Golgotha from the blunt invasive trauma exacted by a spear (19:34), in the manner of cardiac tamponade defined by Edmund Rose (1884)—
And a refrain of Parris Island, of the receiving halfback’s instantaneous death by an overhand spiral thrown directly beyond his hands, to this apex, and to spare the star quarterback, the interleague medic points to a discrepancy of electrolyte (1946)—The papers report of an unsought Tennessee attorney and Los Angeles pamphleteer who plead for a temporary stay of execution of the Rosenbergs (16 June 1953), then two decades, when the Levovs revisit the renovated Palace block of Beau-Rivage undertaken that week; departing half-dressed from their Pullman car, with the Douglas verdict up in the air—Among the candid
1973 Rotarians, and stinging with receipt of the shakedown from The Disciple Who Calls Herself “Rita Cohen”, he takes in their shared suite a collect call from Jerry; most probably after a crippling interchange with a nurse and former flame he could not order himself out of, inquiring after their brochure cow country—Previously leaping from the Léman diving platform, where, in advance of a species of butterfly, Mélitée orangée, unexpectedly inflamed into being at the salt recess of his eye—On progress toward the Zürich possibility and opening of their second marriage, the Swede meets with an argot from a newly-read, younger brother of Gottfried Benn’s Morgue cycle (1912); the author, who like himself, had assumed the methods of traumatic effusion into the pericardium, and had read The Lancet back issue abstracts of the Zürich partner of Edmund Rose, Rudolf Krönlein—Classifying lung resections and high velocity gunshot  (1899)—Dr. Jerry Levov; parting from interventional cardiology that morning, accepts an entire waiting room of the beneficiaries of wooly foxgloves, Digitalis lanata, in the digoxin developed by Sydney Smith (1930) of Burroughs Wellcome,
GlaxoSmithKline—Under strict adherence, each had taken a tonifying pill with their coffee, and on a few days of lack of fluids, or the radiator’s heat, receive the phosphorescence at the edges of things—A question of Heinrich Rose’s investigations into phosphate-containing minerals when heated (1885), or observed in the ore-bearing fractions and precipitates of seawater, whose aryl

Substitution of contaminants, polychlorinated biphenyls, snow on lake and sea beds; home to organisms capable of metabolizing them—Patients phone at the alarm of tunnel vision at the precipice of overdose; how he longed for this measure of daily transcendence; taken aback at the monster of a man at Edith Cavell’s judgment (12 October 1915), and once party sympathizer, Gottfried Benn, who was dying of cancer in West Berlin, and submits his last—Tracing (June 1956) [...] a pale green eye’s diluted stream [...] turning the corner from the one with the best temperament to visualize this, Edward Hopper’s Gas (1940)—Aryl
Rings docking with other molecules within their burdensome assemblies; the arrow-pushing diagrams whose abstractions fail to commit to a synthesis—What became of this isomorphism to the Wasp world in conjectures of Upsala College laboratory’s vital flame and deposited lampblack instead of athletics and extracurriculars throughout the June 1972 Watergate break-in and election malaise; Castro declares sixteen the age of majority, at the moment he takes on a fin-de-siècle tone—For the duration of the pharmacist Hippolyte Blanchard’s photos of what Léon Bloy deemed this truly tragic street lamp (1889); balancing on trussed iron weighing as much as the air surrounding it—Marcel Proust edits a tranche
Of serials by the Jacques Bizet, on a ruined Georges Royer for La Revue verte (1888) during Artur Batut’s kite camerawork (1888) employed in Henry Wellcome’s
Quarry of Jebel Moya (1888-1913)—Auguste Laurent, whose career stayed on the encounter of Wöhler’s isomerism (1828), appeared to the Swede, before the elucidation of anthracene and bolts of synthetic fabric derived from it, and in his sounding of Manon Lescaut’s conveyances toward a deeper meaning in his daughter’s precocity, the spokes of the substituted carbon skeleton, activating it as l’acide phénique (1833)—Shortly, after George Eliot witnessed the polling riot at Nuneaton (21 December 1832); weighing for Felix Holt, the Radical (1866), a pardon for implication in the trampling of a constable, a living in the country and copses away from the turnpike road le juste milieu of his German name—Carbolic, which became in the anesthetic theater, camphorated phenol, and to the consumer, Campho-phenique—
Applied to the outrage of all America (3 February 1968), the cabinet moth repellent and caustic aerosol of surgery and childbeds evaded, and retreated to by degrees—The last of the dynasty, Valentin Rose,
Classicist, defers to Aristotle’s V. On Justice, that which is worth their own city, which they have lost (350 BCE)—A Candid

Camera episode (1961) of the disappearing spoon, for which gallium befitted a revelation particularly unsettling to Merry, who set about interrogating all features of her facile culture, then filming in Moscow (1962)—Indicated in that scene, before a studio audience, gallium, as the element (31) initiating the embrittlement and eventual structural failure—A candid
Hermann Minkowski from the Zürich adds to his pupil’s summary of time, a fourth dimension (t) (21 September 1908)—Contraction from the economic expansion between 1948 to 1973, and since Mount Palomar’s detection of the 95P/Chiron, a cometary planetoid, in hydrostatic equilibrium with its probable traces of aryl
Carbon; the manifest limitation and wound of its 50.7 year orbit (18 October 1977)—Seen all in sad remembrance rose (137:3)
The psalmist from Faulkner’s The Wild Palms (1939) is read flanking jump cuts (1960), as impersonators of Bogart exhibit themselves, and the source of her havoc—As one rebuffed by her stammer, and the effacement thrust by her profile of these affiches of the artist’s loves, the Swede's mind runs across an ink stone’s land and sea beyond his midnight balcony best delivered by the St. Louis native, By the waters of Leman, I sat down and wept (1922)—Meredith Levov as Manon, who had not been shown any way out, in the rectilinear or taxicab geometry above Parisian thoroughfares screened in the marquee theaters of Watts, Cincinnati, Cleveland, Washington, Detroit, and then Newark’s Central Ward opposing the construction of New Jersey College of Medicine and Dentistry (15 July 1967)—We’re trying to escape the spirit of geometry, stated above a manhole cover of Lausanne; everywhere, Godard addresses his critics, in Lettre à Freddy Buache (1982)—Searching for the representative triad in film approximating Nicolas de Staël’s palette knife canvases displayed in his father’s waiting room—A tranche
Of manuscripts were recovered, as Swede recalled his father undertaking the cultivation of post-war Peace, Rosa Madame A. Meilland (1939), whose plantings were distributed to each delegate in the San Francisco U.N. inaugural assembly (8 May 1945), and some Weequehic hybrid teas were still there at the reunion—Riven, in their short tranquility, by the likes of the seventh-century Wellcome
Asian Series 1 Ratiśāstra and Ratiramaṇa (1903), and their embodiments awaking in newly childless couples lost in their unsighted striving; beyond the irrelevant thimerosal, phenol in modern vaccines to the polio generations, and liable for the indisposition affecting their grandchildren, to the retreats that still meant skiing and Campho-phenique


With less priority for leisure and greater outlook for candid intertitles and gate-fold his and hers cabinets; Campho-phenique going the way of foaming agents and phthalates
Polyarylsulfone thermoplastics at mirror glass flow—Incurving from the Levov’s considerations, and Henry Wellcome’s
Procurement—Its principals pass the tranche marking the closest supermoon since 26 January 1948—Less dazzling than the ending of Pierrot le  Fou (1965), and the thought aggrieving even the subtle body and its corresponding rose—

49 comments:

Σφιγξ said...

"She shows him a chart the boy has brought home: intersecting triangles, their apices marked with numerals. He can make no sense of it.
[...]
The next morning, on the way to the Academy, he brings up the subject. 'Inés showed me your dance chart, he says. 'What are the numbers for? Are they positions of your feet?'
'It's the stars,' says the boy. 'It's astrology. You close your eyes while you dance and you can see the stars in your head.'"

J.M. Coetzee's The Schooldays of Jesus (2016)

Σφιγξ said...

A fritillary at 0:41 (!) And a progenitor, a Rose matryoshka yielding a spotted geranium, a cranesbill (3:24) (!)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Gv1CqAQVow

I have not grown these bulbs with much success, but I am still trying.

https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/gardening-blog/2013/apr/26/snakeshead-fritillary

Σφιγξ said...

http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2016/12/12/with-mother-in-the-kitchen

Σφιγξ said...

https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/graphene-spiked-silly-putty-picks-up-human-pulse/

"In fact, the pulse profile was so detailed that they could convert it into an accurate blood-pressure reading. The sensor could also monitor respiration when placed on the student’s chest. And, as a slightly bizarre encore, it recorded the individual steps of a spider weighing just 20 milligrams."

Σφιγξ said...

I will finish Exercise 79.


https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=D2pZKTUvht4

Σφιγξ said...

https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B3DfyJRIT4jySFh4dklPREUzY3c/view?usp=sharing

https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B3DfyJRIT4jyOUd5MHRUQTR1UjQ/view?usp=sharing

Σφιγξ said...

https://1drv.ms/i/s!AsA4BY25Ql_1jHhzsQo5ICno3OYd

Σφιγξ said...

https://youtu.be/etCxeTqPZ0o?t=6m50s

Σφιγξ said...

https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B3DfyJRIT4jyUFdPRUhmRV9fZlU/view?usp=sharing

Σφιγξ said...

http://www.nytimes.com/slideshow/2009/09/03/nyregion/20090903-TOWNS_3.html

Disturbing aesthetics of this novel:

"We all sit dumbfounded as if it was a show that had nothing to do with us. The driver's face is decorated with blood. From the front to the back of the bus, people are ducking, like dominos going down in a row, a beautiful pattern of shatter appears on the window alongside my mother's head, and in the moment before I feel my head being forced down to the seat, I see a man with a boulder, heaving it into the rear window of the bus in front of us" ( 49).

"So there were limits to his failure. There were times when this passionately unreliable, naïve childish being found the world perfectly disposed. My mother was right about the Robeson Concert, but my father was headstrong. I began to appreciate the mystery in the dark intercourse of adults. The phone kept ringing—that night, the next day. Everyone said that if Pauly had not done what he had done, the bus would have been turned over and God knows how many crushed to death. It was true that in that whole bus, he was the only man who did anything" (52).

Σφιγξ said...

http://www.nybooks.com/articles/1990/01/18/from-estuaries-from-casinos/

Σφιγξ said...

https://books.google.com/books?id=cix5BAAAQBAJ&lpg=PT16&dq=%22Collective%20Dawns%22%20John%20Ashbery&pg=PT17#v=onepage&q=%22Collective%20Dawns%22%20John%20Ashbery&f=false

Σφιγξ said...

Anticipated this December:

https://science.nasa.gov/science-news/science-at-nasa/2010/06dec_geminids

Σφιγξ said...

https://books.google.com/books?id=TicxDwAAQBAJ&lpg=PT69&dq=Ilonka%20Karasz&pg=PT70#v=onepage&q=Ilonka%20Karasz&f=false

https://books.google.com/books?id=uqEuDwAAQBAJ&lpg=PP1&dq=Ilonka%20Karasz&pg=PP1#v=onepage&q=Ilonka%20Karasz&f=false

https://www.space.com/farfarout-most-distant-solar-system-body.html?utm_source=notification

Ruthenium, rhodium, palladium, osmium, iridium, and platinum are referred to as the platinum group metals (PGM).

Factoring all these together, somehow.

Σφιγξ said...

https://noisey.vice.com/en_us/article/j5be53/mark-hollis-talk-talk-retire-disappear-reunions

Σφιγξ said...

New York Review of Books Dec 7, 2017 — Joyce Carol Oates's "Exsanguination"

"Life as it unspools ever more eludes examination. We wonder what is best— exsanguination in a rush, or in 1000 small slashes."

Oates, like Roth, explore these intolerable realities, if to make the reader more compassionate for the narcissist sympathizer with everything and everybody now decomposed into electronic inputs of virtue signals. Twitter is picture SMS texts limited by the analog capacity of 140 characters. Then there are many haughty inpatients have no one but their enabling, elderly mother to visit, and then after there online contacts are exhausted there is no one left to care. The selloff of property for the skilled nursing home because one cannot not be motivated to go on independently, given that much of his or her disability is a mental torpor or pause before an irresolvable condition. Another scenario is that one's entitled children have moved, so one goes home with ambulance transport in a hospital gown.* Just waiting to collect, the inheritors are.

Still my favorite:

Matt Elliott's "The Right to Cry" from Only Myocardial Infarction Can Break Your Heart (2013)

You are the prisoner
And you are the guard
You are the one who constructed the bars
And despite this protection
You still end up scarred
Cos people are people
They are who they are
I was no better or worse than the fray
Who did conspire to take you and hide you away
But I never wanted you to suffocate
Or bury you under, "I never once said a..."

Lie in your own bed
The one that you've made there
Wrap yourself up in the comfort of despair
That way you need never share
You'll never be forced to care
You can just sit there an stare
At your own beautiful hair
Because there's little else there

When your world comes crashing down
Don't ever think back

And don't remember me
And all the things we could have seen
Those days were long ago and things were different then
And when your world comes crashing down
Your looks have faded and only worry lines remain
Expression lost and drained
Your passions unfulfilled just an ample shell remains
And when, when your world comes
Crashing down don't cry
Don't look down
You should dry
Those once pretty eyes
Cos you have lost the right
The right to cry

Hold me like you used to do again
Hold me like you used to do my friend
Again...
I was only saying
Perhaps I went too far
I was only praying
That you would invite me to your arms
I was only saying
Perhaps it's time for me to leave
I was only praying
That somehow you would look behind
My eyes and you would see
But you don't

I'm haunted by the things that we left behind
And try as I might I just can't get you out of my mind
You read all the wrong signs
Projection projection projection but they weren't right
You'll find given the time
That I was all of the things you were trying to find

Σφιγξ said...

I remember first encountering "exsanguination" in a Netflix documentary, A Certain Kind of Death (2012) about singletons dying in their dusty living spaces and the state functionaries who are tasked with the disposition of their effects. A descendant was found drained face up with a stripe leading from a bare mattress to a bathroom. Those for whom the realities of American pastorals and postcard holiday get-togethers impersonally exempted. Without these settings, there is really no point in being married or having children? To live in quiet failure from falling short of attaining these things?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ErooOhzE268

A contemporary who likes to tout her credentials with floating to the hallowed sphere of the cardiac intensive care remarked just yesterday on the ethics of a particular surgeon who operates on the dead on arrival, just for the challenge. One wonders at the technical mastery of the three-valve replacements and the delayed in-field resuscitations with anoxic injury who survive the mechanical correction to live on in chronic wards without any outward signs of There is a livid case who has been perfused for five weeks on ECMO and CRRT, and his next of kin is out-of-state and cannot be bothered. This sounds horribly cynical and uncaring, but being a nurse means disavowing out any possibility of futility or that the patient does not merit the care by being an addict or a child rapist or whomever; the intense effort must be applied equality and workers were once pruned from entering the profession without this virtue of upholding the sanctity of life. I can feel morally superior in hating the player and hating the game, while nevertheless upholding the right of others to succumb to their own devices, and that as long as one is alive, there is hope for change.

I will write a rejoinder to this after reading the Lawrence Block edited collection of writings, In Sunlight or In Shadow: Stories Inspired by the Paintings of Edward Hopper Hardcover – December 6, 2016. I see that he has two other subsequent collections.

*As a bit of trivia, Philip Roth contended with resultant impotence and disability of spine surgeries, sixteen cardiac stents and quintuple bypass. I will put Swede Levov in middle America for his retirement, in Kansas City, Missouri, of all places. He has departed the coasts and relevance, and walks through the Steven Holl addition of feather-like mass of the Nelson Atkins Museum of Art. The field for exsanguination, Walter de Maria's "One Sun - 34 Moons" (2002). The challenge will be to find some redemption in the Swede's flight from relationships, which he perceives now as a net-negative approach. His arm of the multi-national company supplies the hospitals with gloves, and "Zahner" will be an end word, about the sheet metal fabricators that sheathe the most interesting construction in the world. He becomes fascinated with Harry Truman, failed haberdasher, who briefly resided in Kansas City, who corralled the UFO secrets in Project Blue Book and approved the atomic bombings. Someone forced to do terrible things, for the greater good, it is thought.

https://youtu.be/h5M1uTcBMrs?t=985

https://www.archdaily.com/4369/the-nelson-atkins-museum-of-art-steven-holl-architects

https://art.nelson-atkins.org/objects/33539/one-sun--34-moons

Accessions before they are auctioned off to make way for more equitable, if technically substandard, representations.

https://www.moma.org/collection/works/55226

https://www.dia.org/art/collection/object/jewish-cemetery-60034


"Even if they wind up somewhere else, the most-interesting American buildings are constructed in Kansas City."

https://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2015/11/kansas-city-powerhouse-of-american-architecture/407815/

https://www.trumanlibrary.gov/photograph-records/82-153

Truman assumed office after the death of Roosevelt on April 12, 1945, and he almost died in office in July 1952.

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The ranting always contains these typographical errors, which I put here, to remain humble:

Some gems:

* "after there [their] online"

** the intense effort must be applied equality [equally]

[...]


"It seems to be perpetually Sunday, the city abandoned (or asleep), and for the old man sitting in his shirtsleeves on the sidewalk in Sunday, 1926, this Sunday emptiness is apparently even harder to bear than the weekday vacuum, even more meaningless, more of a dead end. This is a world without a future. And perhaps the oddest thing of all - it includes no children. Hopper never portrayed a child. His is a world of adults condemned to extinction, and conscious of the fact."

https://www.edwardhopper.net/sunday.jsp

https://www.google.com/books/edition/In_Sunlight_or_In_Shadow/dpP-CwAAQBAJ?hl=en&gbpv=1&dq=book.google%20In%20Sunlight%20or%20In%20Shadow%3A%20Stories%20Inspired%20by%20the%20Paintings%20of%20Edward%20Hopper&pg=PP1&printsec=frontcover&bsq=book.google%20In%20Sunlight%20or%20In%20Shadow%3A%20Stories%20Inspired%20by%20the%20Paintings%20of%20Edward%20Hopper

Σφιγξ said...

I am half-way through this collection of short stories...

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https://edwardhopper.us/hallmark-hopper/

Since I am collapsing the delivery of home truths from middle America, I should add that engineers at the University of Missori at Rolla (1997) conducted analyses on the recovered iron and found metallurgical failures including slag-enriched rivets that precipitated the sinking of the RMS Titanic. The pressure to meet deadlines forced contracts with untrained smelters and shipbuilders, and that was the inevitable result at cold temperatures.


https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&source=web&rct=j&url=https://www.govinfo.gov/content/pkg/GOVPUB-C13-17a17f71ae2f9d4316c52e62d4650c9f/pdf/GOVPUB-C13-17a17f71ae2f9d4316c52e62d4650c9f.pdf&ved=2ahUKEwi-ycL7oe7tAhVlvlkKHemSD7IQFjADegQIEBAB&usg=AOvVaw1qWzAe7uulpAC8ajB-xmXH&cshid=1609076019569

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https://books.google.com/books?id=_RGMDQAAQBAJ&pg=PA185&dq=yaffe+reckless+daughter+joni+performed+the+song+only+once&hl=en&newbks=1&newbks_redir=0&source=gb_mobile_search&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwja1eaVs6TvAhXSmOAKHaphAzwQ6AEwAXoECAUQAw

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I do not tarry; intentionally, yet it seems that the pace things are taking is absolutely appropriate. You do not know how many times I have attuned to Jeopardy, and words like "Robinsonade" have appeared on the next page that I am reading the next morning. I increase the likelihood, I am sure, by the diversity and breadth of exposure.

I have summoned you by name; you are mine (43:1).

Σφιγξ said...

Hopscotch: A Novel (Pantheon Modern Writers) by Julio Cortazar

The Woman Destroyed (Pantheon Modern Writers) by Simone De Beauvoir

A Very Easy Death (Pantheon Modern Writers Series) by Simone De Beauvoir

Sold as a set. To be read.

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https://books.google.com/books?id=ql8M0osGaC4C&pg=PT14&dq=The+Woman+Destroyed+%22crossword%22&hl=en&newbks=1&newbks_redir=0&source=gb_mobile_search&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjTxJ-ipdnyAhVAFFkFHVqODVsQ6AF6BAgGEAM

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Age-old questions: I aver that the infusions can run together as y-sites with no precipitation, site pain or loss in concentration, when the vancomycin is admixed with normal saline.


https://academic.oup.com/ajhp/article-abstract/73/4/241/5101839?redirectedFrom=PDF


https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC4567203/

Yes, there is a resemblance to David's dance steps from Coeztee's The Schooldays of Jesus (2016) to the method catching fleeting glimpses of heaven from Rayuela (1966). If I am not mistaken, the most recent Coetzee book of literary essays mentions Cortázar. My favorite Argentinian is still Borges.

The overdetermined house and gallery keeping above, through a spread of many years, is a consequence of these glimpses into heaven of you.

https://books.google.com/books?id=8PcCBAAAQBAJ&pg=PT402&dq=Hopscotch+Cort%C3%A1zar+%22Leonora+Carrington+pictures%22&hl=en&newbks=1&newbks_redir=0&source=gb_mobile_search&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjlxfPPs97yAhXoGVkFHZGKCZ0Q6AF6BAgFEAM

"Yo te siento temblar contra mí
Como una luna en el agua"

https://youtu.be/Tvsmud8QdpY

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https://books.google.com/books?id=ql8M0osGaC4C&pg=PT64&dq=The+Woman+Destroyed+%22We+are+together:+that+is+our+good+fortune%22&hl=en&newbks=1&newbks_redir=0&source=gb_mobile_search&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjhkJ_-vuDyAhUaEFkFHbJNDvQQ6AF6BAgDEAM

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I had a dream about squatting in a block of derelict French Revival and Victorian houses with a group of unknown people. The weather was hot and the back sides of the houses were exposed to air. What culminates in being asked to leave by the returning occupants, who, as soon as they enter the derelict building, it transforms into a well-maintained, tricolor schemed for the base board, chair rail and above the baseboard, is a close up of a garishly orange butterfly resting among other larva. The wings are ragged like orange tiger lily with bird's feet. To my question if anyone recognizes the species,

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"Heavenly Creature."

In my search among pop analysis for distillation of this dream, I was keyed to these texts, which I will read:

JMG Le Clézio's Le procès-verbal (1963) or The Interrogation

Margaret Drabble's The Radiant Way (1987)

Enrique Vila-Matas's Montano's Malady (2007)

Σφιγξ said...

https://books.google.com/books?id=B96JDQAAQBAJ&printsec=frontcover&dq=cormac+mccarthy+the+crossing&hl=en&newbks=1&newbks_redir=0&source=gb_mobile_search&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwi6-PzPvcHzAhXjmXIEHTlMAxMQ6AF6BAgIEAM

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https://books.google.com/books?id=9u-9ts80ww0C&pg=PA211&dq=McCarthy+The+Crossing+%22+a+largeness+of+spirit+which+men+could+see%22&hl=en&newbks=1&newbks_redir=0&source=gb_mobile_search&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwj66r-xp_LzAhWVq3IEHfcbC4AQ6AF6BAgHEAM

https://books.google.com/books?id=B96JDQAAQBAJ&pg=PA172&dq=mccarthy+the+crossing+the+incandescent+armature+of+an+enormous&hl=en&newbks=1&newbks_redir=0&source=gb_mobile_search&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjPzMnmp_LzAhWioHIEHVvoCVUQ6AF6BAgFEAM

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https://www.sfmoma.org/artwork/2014.28/

https://hyperallergic.com/694428/catherine-murphys-observational-paintings-find-the-uncanny-in-the-ordinary/

https://www.newyorker.com/goings-on-about-town/art/catherine-murphy-2021

https://paintersonpaintings.com/construction-erasure-matt-bollinger-narrative-catherine-murphy-david-byrd/

https://insight.randomhouse.com/widget/v4/?width=600&height=800&isbn=9780847846160

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https://books.google.com/books?id=jjVhDwAAQBAJ&pg=PT69&dq=imperial+earth+clarke+%22Titanic%22&hl=en&newbks=1&newbks_redir=0&source=gb_mobile_search&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwi1lKvDi531AhXpTN8KHTS3BiMQ6AF6BAgKEAM

https://www.rmg.co.uk/collections/archive/rmgc-object-483705

"It was like the failure of a whole series of safety devices, one by one, against incalculable odds, until catastrophe was inevitable" (270).

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https://books.google.com/books/about/Back.html?id=pGA9DwAAQBAJ

Σφιγξ said...

I just observed Monarchs on my Tithonia Mexican sunflowers. They may be part of a a supergeneration.

http://butterfly-lady.com/the-monarch-butterfly-super-generation/

Σφιγξ said...

There was a shooting up the street last night. If I have this mapped, in 2023 I consolidate and take accounting nearby to start 2024 online. There is a firm with summer internships nearby.

My cats, future plantings for Lepidoptera, and my weekend job keeps me here. The season of the yin water rabbit, your significator, appeals for slow and steady advancement.

Σφιγξ said...

Shedding the accumulation here is necessary. When are we going to speak...shall I collage you a letter?

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=etmSWkeRYbk

Σφιγξ said...

For my farm pleasure elective we are learning about the pathologies that affect stock, for which a head gate to enable no-harm vaccination against bovine viral diarrhea with this is required:

Boehringer Ingelheim's Pyramid + Presponse SQ


I am going to buy black tagboard and an X-Acto knife for the collage for the magazines you have sent. Olivines and midnight blue swells with carmine. Virginia creeper, too. I used many X-Acto knives as an adolescent and collaged day planners, after the days were completed, but never walls. I will mail it to you.

Parthenocissus, or virgin ivy, is noted by its fiery autumn habit and by the way it propagates without a conspecific, and it is another Miocene vine in the Grape family whose pollen was found, in a basin in the Lavanttal Alps.

https://the-natural-web.org/2018/10/27/virginia-creeper-is-for-the-birds/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parthenocissus#/media/File:Winobluszcz,_przekr%C3%B3j_%C5%82odygi.jpg

I like Cinq à Sept's pairing of a flight suit modified for terrestrial habitation, zippered for security, over a starched shirt dress overlain with lace. The footwear
would be best with a boot for hoofing it and/or for running away.

https://www.vogue.com/fashion-shows/fall-2023-ready-to-wear/cinq-a-sept/slideshow/collection#4

Le cinq à sept is not necessarily about adultery; but after working all day extending into overtime, and planning to do it again, tomorrow, one lapses into perceived starvation of appetites, of contact. Having planned evening meals is very important to ensure to expedient return to the safe harbor of home.

Ice flowers on tailoring:

https://cinqasept.nyc/products/candace-blazer-in-black?variant=43244843335895


«L’analyse de ces jarres a ainsi pu révéler la liste des substances utilisées par les prêtres pour assurer à Senetnay le bon déroulement de son voyage vers l’au-delà : cire d'abeille, huile végétale, graisses, bitume, résine de pinacées (probablement de mélèze), de dammar ou de pistachier et une substance balsamique non identifiée.»

https://www.sciencesetavenir.fr/archeo-paleo/archeologie/l-odeur-d-une-momie-egyptienne-recreee-3500-ans-pres-son-embaumement_173604#xtor=CS3-38[L%27odeur+d%27une+momie+%C3%A9gyptienne+recr%C3%A9%C3%A9e+3500+ans+pr%C3%A8s+son+embaumement]-173604

https://www.nature.com/articles/s41598-023-39393-y

Another Card, Gimel. Haut les coeurs [les cônes des Pinaceaes]

https://www.plantes-botanique.org/famille_pinaceae

Accounting remains the aim.

Σφιγξ said...

I do not think I will mail it. The borderlines, liminal and otherwise, have been maintained. I will scan, and put it here.

Σφιγξ said...

Marek Halter's painting evokes the work of Nicolas de Staël.

I finished reading this short novel today, which came to me fortuitously, just before Parashat Yithro. Zipporah was the daughter of Jethro. I had always wondered about the wife with an avian name who incurred the disapproval of Miriam, the midwife and prophetess.

I will find the Folio edition in the original French, Tsippora (2003), sometime. It is Paulo Coelhoesque; not that I have read much of his later works because relativizing free and easy debauchery is not an aim.

https://books.google.com/books/about/Zipporah_Wife_of_Moses.html?id=IZTSZc_8x2AC&printsec=frontcover&source=kp_read_button&hl=en&newbks=1&newbks_redir=0&gboemv=1#v=onepage&q&f=false

Suffering and derailment provide the means to correct one's course and intentions.

Exercise 91.

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https://books.google.com/books?id=-h02F9I1w9oC&pg=PT125&dq=yosef+hatzaddik+yesod&hl=en&newbks=1&newbks_redir=0&source=gb_mobile_search&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiauqGN2oaEAxUvFFkFHcHiB7s4ChDoAXoECAUQAw#v=onepage&q=yosef%20hatzaddik%20yesod&f=false

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*Yitro - 17th Haftarah Isaiah 6 - a defoliated trunk מַצַּבְתָּהּ

Σφιγξ said...

https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-england-london-68887800

Σφιγξ said...

https://www.chabad.org/dailystudy/rambam.asp?tdate=6/6/2024&rambamChapters=3

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There is the moment when the black horse with one white sock stops; rather it is entangled reigns and bridle force it to stop, "uh oh."

https://youtu.be/mNilQqPwCg0?si=vR40LV1fTlfTYo-5

Σφιγξ said...

*Two white socks.

https://equinegeneticsresearchcentre.horse/coat-colour-and-pattern-testing-2/dominant-white-w20/

https://colorgenetics.info/equine/beginning-horse-color-genetics

https://vgl.ucdavis.edu/resources/horse-coat-color


Σφιγξ said...

The missing part of the story is that they were spooked by the extremely loud crash of a concrete pavement thrown for disposal in nearby Belgravia, to give one an idea of how loud that is. The images of irrational waywardness omit the wrecking lowlifes contracted on another renovation. Instead of breaking up the debris for disposal, they threw it all down. Most likely, they laughed about it.

https://nypost.com/2024/04/26/world-news/uk-military-horse-badly-hurt-stampeding-through-london/



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I am a harsh critic, but the transformation of my brother's youngest daughter from one month of unsupervised screening with her tablet shocks and disappoints me. She is a thankless, sarcastic person that is terrible company, and she does not know how to modulate her voice with the result that she is loud, too. Cartoonese. I am not responsible for this transformation or for the reinforcement of the undesirable behavior. When I say this calmly to the parents, they defend her behavior. I witness the blossoming of the Evil Inclination, "why should I do that, I am not your butler."


"Although Judaism does not believe in Original Sin, we are taught that the intentions the parents have when conceiving a child determine the nature of the child's spiritual 'garment,' through which he or she experiences life.1 The more selfish the parents' intentions, the more spiritual work the child must do in order to refine his or her spiritual perceptions."

https://www.chabad.org/kabbalah/article_cdo/aid/380216/jewish/On-Guard-from-Age-Thirteen-until-Twenty.htm

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I invest the same love and attention with Siena, who is fourteen, and my niece, Madelyn (6) and nephew, Atticus (2). Siena corresponds with me in small, diminished handwriting. I worry about her. The other two are getting better. Generosity of interpretation a given.