Monday Movies: Santa Clara University Fountain 2


Monday Movies: 20 seconds (more or less) of video from the world around me.

This week: Twenty seconds of the water in another one of the fountains on the Santa Clara University campus last September.  Enjoy.




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Babelfishing Poetry: "Better Than Flies"


Hello? How are you?  Hope you're very well, fine, and dandy.   I have been staying indoors a lot due to the awful smoke from the Butte County fires, which has been getting worse in my area.  I cannot imagine how horrible it is for people in that actual area.  While we wait for the firefighters to get the upper hand on the conflagration, let's take a moment to relax with some Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, nudge the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

Today we delve back into 1974's musty vaults for Steely Dan's quirky, catchy hit "Rikki Don't Lose That Number" (listen to song here).  Enjoy. 


Better Than Flies

We are having it.
I think it's starting, to some extent.
I think I run away with good running,
but too much heart.

Name, my friend.
We can manage the exit lines.
Go play.  I don't know;
can you change your mind?

He asked if you should not go home.
However, I thought it was better than flies.
Can you change your heart?

It's good to see the ladies' sense of values.
I don't want to talk to others.
Send an email to jibox.

It's good to see the value of your sisters;
it's just the beginning.
You are as good as a good one
when Dachege comes home.


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Cantor Arts Center


On Sunday D. and I needed an indoor activity due to smoke from the fires in Butte County contributing to the poor air quality outdoors locally, so we went to the Cantor Arts Center to enjoy some of the exhibits.  Here are some of the pics I took.


The exterior.





We begin with the Contact Warhol: Photography Without End exhibit, featuring some of his 130,000 photographs.





A skull painting by Warhol.





A wall is dedicated to some of the celebrity images he created.





An interactive display of his contact sheets allows visitors to explore and examine separate images.







A peek inside a contemporary art gallery upstairs reveals a large modular piece.





The H.L. Kwee Galleria, on the second floor.





A window to an outdoor terrace shows a bit of the haziness in the air from the wildfires.





A small sitting area outside another gallery invites contemplation.





"Banda amarilla (Yellow band)" is a 1970 sculpture by Venezuelan artist Jesús Rafael Soto.





Another look at the contemporary art gallery.





"Screen" by Korean artist and sculptor Do Ho Suh, composed of 86,000 individually cast resin figures, examines themes of opacity and transparency, division and connection, privacy and togetherness.





In the Asian art gallery, we see a bronze Daoist deity from the Ming dynasty.





This Ming dynasty water buffalo carved from nephrite looks rather winsome, doesn't it?





This carved ivory dragon from Meiji-era Japan has articulated limbs and jaws.





This Ming-era Vairochana, one of five Transcendent Buddhas, is seated on a lotus with 1,000 petals that emit 100,000 Buddhas, each of whom will teach the doctrine to a different universe.  (Several of these 100,000 Buddhas have lost their heads; I wonder if that will impair their teaching? )





On our way home we see the surreal sunset caused by the wildfire smoke.




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Monday Movies: Warhol Contacts


Monday Movies: 20 seconds (more or less) of video from the world around me.

This week: Nineteen seconds of an interactive display of Andy Warhol's contact sheets at the Cantor Arts Center's Contact Warhol: Photography Without End exhibit.  Enjoy.




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Babelfishing Poetry: "It's Nothing To Them"


Once again, it's time for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, modify the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

Post-hardcore band Fugazi brings us this week's song, "Waiting Room" (listen to song here).  Enjoy. 


It's Nothing To Them

Raw morbid people.
Four, four, four, four.
I am private drainage.

Translation:
Go, go, go.

Don't let me see four.
This is a queue.

I want to know the news.
I was out of questions in the morning.
Do not stay and leave a snake.

City submerged with sitting.
Switchboard.
I don't know why.

Other 26 deaths of method.
It gets me. We can begin.

But indifferent.
I'm planning a big shock.
We arrive, we come,
we love.

And yet they make the same mistakes, and their resolution method.
How much time of waste belonged to
somatic development?
Stand in clusters between the village of etc.

And waiting in bunches, companions sitting, under came.
I tell him why.
It's nothing to them.

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Golden Gate Park


On Sunday, after doing an errand in San Francisco, D. and I wandered around the eastern end of Golden Gate Park from the oak woodlands to the De Young Museum for a while before having dinner in the city and then returning home.  Here are some of the pics I took.


A very confused cherry tree has decided to come into bloom. 





A California oak moth, whose larvae feed on the leaves of coast live oaks, rests on the side of the path.





An unidentified fleur.





The spires of nearby St. Ignatius church are visible through a break in the trees.





The distinctive tower of the De Young Museum.





A lion statue outside the De Young survived the 1906 earthquake and fire.





One of the sphinxes guarding the entrance to the museum is part of a pair which are replacements of the original two that disappeared sometime after the 1906 earthquake.





A pirate statue by Peter Coffin is supposed to represent a timeless anti-hero who defies the status quo and eschews the conventions of bourgeois society.  The statue has two peg-legs, two hook hands and two eye patches (!).





The Pool of Enchantment is full of water lilies.











A closer look at the De Young's tower in the hazy late afternoon light.




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Monday Movies: Irving St


Monday Movies: 20 seconds (more or less) of video from the world around me.

This week: Twenty-four seconds of the view out of a restaurant window of the activity on Irving St. in San Francisco.  Watch the N-Judah go by!  Enjoy.




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Babelfishing Poetry: "In The Autumn Of The Electric Noise"


Hello, lovely to see you, so glad you've popped by my modest little blog!  You are just in time for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, mix the punctuation up a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

This week's feature, chosen at random, is alt-rock band 311's "Down" (watch video here).  Enjoy. 


In The Autumn Of The Electric Noise

My eye jug will keep their eyes.
Children have different words in my language.
Erlacoy has touched me in my mouth.

When I see dysentery, it is a threat to water.

When you set up the program, you return it; it's easy.
"Now he is really following Herbalife," he said.
You know, because he threw it away.

We want to live.
We are strong.
The eaves are very embarrassing.

If children change, it is seriously important.
It is a hairstyle.

You know how to fight hunger
like a bottle of hair.

I like to love teachers.
Please refer to page 311 for three months.

Something, then catastrophe.
We know he is still on Earth.
Thank you, I am not,
so let's do it:
Save my saliva.

Stay alone in the clouds
in the autumn of the electric noise.
Discussion.


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Bay Trail Foster City


On Sunday D. and I visited the Bay Trail in the northern part of Foster City, and here are some of the pics I took.


A view of the San Mateo Bridge.





A United/SkyWest Bombardier CRJ-200 comes in for a landing at San Francisco International Airport, 6 miles to the north.  Wing vortices, looking like miniature contrails, are visible trailing off the outer edges of the lowered flaps.





Some of the many kiteboarders out for a sail on the bay.









A United Bombardier CRJ-701ER on its approach to SFO.





While their kites are huge, the kiteboards themselves are small and can ride fairly high above the water.







An Asiana Airbus A350-941 nears the airport.





Colorful kites used by some of the kiteboarders catch the strong winds on the bay.





The staging area at the 3rd Ave. Upper Launch.





First world problems.





Salt marsh near Seal Slough.





A great egret fishes in the marsh.





Success!





The ramp to an observation platform at the mouth of Seal Slough.





A ruddy duck and some coots in the bay.





A western gull rests on a high tension line access platform.





Another gull decides to sit for a while on a street light.





The trail.




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Monday Movies: Petting Orange Cat


Monday Movies: 20 seconds (more or less) of video from the world around me.

This week: Twenty-one seconds of petting an orange cat in the neighborhood, from a few years ago.  Enjoy.




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Fragment 29


Fragments: the cast-offs left over from my Babelfishing process often make outlandish little poems unto themselves.


Fragment 29

Unselfish, upholding mind.
Unselfish.

Unselfish to the
seismic response.

I, the harperhouse, I'm
the taffeta, the NDE;
I'm unselfish.

It is not Jokoro, and
it is a large.
It is Yahiro, enlightenment.

Wartime, the
pre-existent, it is
the other
unselfish.


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Babelfishing Poetry: "I Don't Know What I'm Doing Scuba Diving"


Hello!  And how are you lovely bloggity people today?  Great, I hope.  I am biding my time until next Tuesday when I can get the preliminary results of the muscle biopsy done last month.  More testing may be needed, depending on what they found.  I'll admit it's difficult to undergo painful procedures and then have to wait several weeks for the findings without any way of knowing what might be in store for me.  While I wait, though, let's take the time to enjoy some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, massage the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

Alt-rock band Lifehouse brings us this week's feature, their Number 2 hit "Hanging By A Moment" (watch video here).  Enjoy. 


I Don't Know What I'm Doing Scuba Diving

Building a small appetite wants to change.
Chase began to forgive me.

I forgot, completely incomplete.
Now I invite each of you to take all.

The only thing I know about life,
I'm not entirely sure where to go straight, and
I don't know what I'm doing scuba diving.

Here's a little
to detect and nothing to lose.
All of you can destroy anything is mind, or I wouldn't be able,
if nothing else.

I'd rather download.
I have a chance.
I stand here; I go.
I hung out for a while.


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Redwood Shores


On Saturday D. and I went out to Redwood Shores to enjoy the Bay Trail near Belmont Slough.  Here are some of the pics I took.


Belmont Slough, as the tide begins to go out.





A cormorant rests on a power line tower.





For a few hundred yards, the trail crosses into Foster City, and we are briefly on the levee-pedway.





Sea fig.





In the slough, we see a northern pintail duck.





A group of Canada geese goes overhead.





A little golden plover strides along the mudflats.





This willet is up to its belly in the water of the slough.





Looking back along Belmont Slough.





A bright pink chair and rusty flower sculpture in a yard next to the trail.





A look back toward the Oracle corporate campus.





Another sea fig.




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Monday Movies: Redwood Shores Fountain


Monday Movies: 20 seconds (more or less) of video from the world around me.

This week: Twenty-three seconds of a fountain pool on the Oracle campus at Redwood Shores.  Enjoy.




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Babelfishing Poetry: "Sir Ürdüngök Is A Dud"


Hello! Lovely to see you, and woo-hoo, it's Friday already.  Hooray!  Let's kick off the weekend with some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, kludge the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

Hungarian folk-metal band Dalriada (yes, folk metal is a for-real genre, and a lot of it is very good, if you like loud, aggressive folk music) brings us this week's feature, "A Dudás" (watch video here [advisory: contains some suggestive content]).  Enjoy. 


Sir Ürdüngök Is A Dud

Series, the day will come when I will have Argentina astronomy experience.
Besides the golden bird, the ark
in their honor, and the second century
rams the moonlight.

Red, white and black darkness
before the end of his repeated upper
department regrets.
He is scheduled to be in motion, and the wind.

Indeed, my tears: but still hot!
Pratik walks; it was amazing!

Bonjour, piper!
Piss off!
Learn!
One unexploded!
"But," he said, "you don't know me,
United Kingdom."

Yay, in a party with wraiths.
No green-white, and
the son of Cyrene and magic can be created.
Sir Ürdüngök is a dud.

So how do you ground
between victim and toxicity?
By chumil, teacher, research, information, etc.
One dud.


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