SWINE FLU VACCINE

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I was stretched out on my porch chair reading the latest issue of “The New Yorker”.  Spring weather has returned.   I looked up and saw the jet contrail emerging from the budding tree.  My first thought: This is how pandemics happen.

The news now includes “Pandemic”.  Level 5.  There’s only one more level to go.  What next?  Frogs dropping from the skies?

In that defiant mood, I submit to you a YouTube video of an Australian satirist and writer, John Clarke, impersonating the Australian Prime Minister being interviewed following a huge oil spill off of Queensland in March, 2009. It’s called, “The Front Fell Off” and I now am going to spend the evening trying to see all of his videos.

Sometimes my need for humor overrides any need to deal with Apocalypse Now.

©Pat Coakley 2009

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Even Trees Have Regrets

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Even trees have regrets.

This image is proof postiive if you declare a series, (if you build it), images will come.

How about you?  Have you images to contribute to this regret series?

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My friend, Pomeroy, aka the funniest human alive, even funnier and way way goofier than Rickie Gervais (if that’s possible), should do a post on this subject.

Game on, Goofman?

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In Between Seasons

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Oh, just one more photo of grape hyacinths before they give way to summer temperatures of 80 degrees.

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The Adrenalin of Regret

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I was nearly finished with this image when Bonnie’s comment chimed its way onto the screen.  She said  “Better to regret having missed the train, than to be run over by it.”  She was talking about yesterday’s image.

I had gone  to the train station yesterday explicitly to make some images of a missed train for part of my “Regret” series. To document small regrets that happen on a daily basis, like missing a train.  But even small regrets  should not be photographed with natural light as there is nothing naturalistic about them.

The adrenalin of regret should be studied as part of research into alternative energies.

And, yes, sweet Conni, this is a composite image, too.  Regret takes layers of experience as well as Photoshop.

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Regret, The Series

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This is a series  I might as well as call “Regret”.

When my brother was dying, he said he had none.

I’m living and have plenty.

Maybe he didn’t want to admit any? Perhaps the word was too strong and final for someone facing their last days?

I don’t like the feeling itself which may, in fact,  be why he said he didn’t have any.

The regret train runs by us and we are on it at the same time but some of us think it carries only strangers.

They’re not going to like this series.

I know my brother would skip it.

Fair warning to you non-regretters out there, wherever you are.

©Pat Coakley 2009

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A Tree Obsession

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Same tree as yesterday.  Did I tell you that contrary to previous posts, this tree IS alive.

I thought it was dead but yesterday I think I saw buds!

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Waiting for Godot

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John Goodman is acting in one of my favorite plays by Samuel Beckett that I’ve never actually seen, only read:  “Waiting for Godot”.

In the article about the play in the nytimes.com, Goodman appears to be a chronically unhappy man with himself and his work, as well as his weight, which is nearing 300 lbs.  The character he is playing is usually pictured as a thin, rail of a man very similar to the playwright himself.

Yet, the more I think about it, this play may be a turning point in Goodman’s life.  He may be able to fail in the future with a fine sense of purpose.

Samuel Beckett writes about chronic failure repeatedly in his plays and his famous quote on the subject is this:

“No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.”

I think I’ll read this play again soon.

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TWITTER FLOP

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OK.  This is officially embarrassing.

I can’t figure out this twitter thing.

I don’t tweet anyone I know.  And, nor do I tweet strangers according to these statistics.  6 posts since October.  I’m not exactly a tweeting machine.

I think when you sign up, you get three friends and 1 follower.  Sort of like getting 200 on the SATS just by filling in your name.

So, now, I have rankings.  Good lord.  Maybe that will spur me on.

2,032, 199th!

I can’t even say it, it has so many numbers.  I just want to see who is below me.

I think maybe only twitters who have died.

Anyone do this tweetin’ thing care to illuminate how I might use it a bit more effectively that 2.032, 199th!

©Pat Coakley 2009

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WHEN NATURE CALLS

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Um…just exactly.. why?

Because I have a series called, “Art is Where You Find It”.

And, because you can just never have too many beautiful port-a-pottie photos.

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American Waste

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Spring isn’t just daffodils, muscari, tulips and swans.  It is also spring clean-up.  I wish there was a contest for best looking waste container.

AMERICAN WASTE, no less.  That got me thinking, of course.

The decision to release the CIA documents is a controversial decision as is the decision not to prosecute.

Some against this disclosure say, “We are letting our enemies know what we do”.   Do they really think our enemies did not know what we did?   It’s the American people who are in the dark about this subject.  Publishing these documents gives each citizen the opportunity to know what darkness looks like in a legal brief.

Our American waste is all there– sticking up and out of the trash can like jagged, diseased branches from a sturdy oak.

©Pat Coakley 2009

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