Rocky, with a chance of statues

From our esteemed colleague of a correspondent in Santa Barbara, Ashleigh Brilliant:

July 13, 2013

Dear Friends,
It doesn’t happen often that something pleasantly new appears in my life, which has actually been there all the time. The stone bench shown below is here in Santa Barbara, facing a busy intersection at the corner of Mission and Garden Streets, not far from where I live. I don’t know how old it is, or anything of its history. (Santa Barbara is full of interesting old stone-work, including a surprising number of curb-side hitching-posts, many with their metal rings still attached, though they’ve been unused by horses, or by anyone else, for many years.)

What I do know is that, until recently, and all the time I have been living here, this charming and convenient structure was practically unusable, and virtually invisible, because it had become overgrown with thick shrubbery emanating from the garden behind it.

Not long ago, however, that property changed hands, and in the selling process some heavy pruning, trimming, and clearing was done — with the result that the Old Stone Bench, perhaps for the first time in living memory, became clearly revealed and accessible, as you see it now. I don’t know how many people in town have even noticed this change. But to me it’s a very dramatic and welcome one, because the bench happens to be directly on my walking route between home and office (a distance of almost exactly a mile) and a very good place to rest, especially when I am struggling home on foot with a load of groceries.

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And now that I can sit there, I have been noticing that this bench provides views in several directions, not only of palm-lined streets, and distant mountains, but also of two remarkable works of art, standing outside houses on different corners of that same intersection.

Across one street from the bench is this locally-famous statue of a large dog, about which many stories are told (most of them probably untrue.)

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And on the diagonally opposite corner to the dog is this boulder decorated by our eminent Santa Barbara mosaicist, Dan Chrynko, whose colorful and highly imaginative works can be seen all over town:

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And just for the sake of completeness, on the 4th corner (diagonally opposite to the Bench) stands a strange monolith whose story and purpose I can tell you nothing at all about. It appears to contain no holes, no inscription, and no identifying marks of any kind:

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I originally intended to write you only about the stone bench — but you can see how one thing leads to another.

All the best,
Ashleigh Brilliant

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Some plugs are too good to be shameless

Email from a dear friend in the field of bluegrass music:

CLAIRE LYNCH IBMA NEWS – JULY 2013

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…and we may be in the midst of it! We’re hoping so, anyhow!
So if you’re an IBMA member (and prospective voter) we’d like to ask that when you get your email and follow that link for the Second Ballot voting, you’ll make note of these categories where my band members and I are “on the list”.   We do appreciate so much!

WE ARE NOMINATED!

ENTERTAINER OF THE YEAR:

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CLAIRE LYNCH BAND

 INSTRUMENTAL GROUP OF THE YEAR:

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CLAIRE LYNCH BAND

(“If Only They Could Pick!”) 

 VOCAL GROUP OF THE YEAR:

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SONG OF THE YEAR:

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DEAR SISTER

(Written by Louisa Branscomb & Claire Lynch –

Lots of info below about the song…) 

 ALBUM OF THE YEAR:

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DEAR SISTER

(Our brand new release on Compass Records)

FEMALE VOCALIST OF THE YEAR:

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CLAIRE LYNCH

BASS PLAYER OF THE YEAR:

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MARK SCHATZ

GUITAR PLAYER OF THE YEAR:

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MATT WINGATE

(Way to go, Mattie!  1st time on 2nd ballot – ‘Bout time!) 

Before I get away…

I wanted to share some background info on “Dear Sister”.   I co-wrote the song with Louisa Branscomb when she brought a book to my attention which had been compiled by her 4th cousin, Frank Chappell from Huntsville, Alabama. The book titled  “Dear Sister:  Civil War Letters to a Sister in Alabama.”  is a collection of letters written to Louisa’s great great, great aunt, Lucinda Caroline Branscomb Hunter living in Union Springs AL, who had four brothers fighting in the Civil War.  Lucinda saved all the letters, concealed them in an old BVD box and stored them in a trunk which miraculously hermetically sealed and preserved them until the 20th century when the family found them in the attic of the old house.  They are now preserved in the State of Alabama Archives, Montgomery.

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The song tells of a battle on the Stone’s River near Murphreesboro, Tenn. where Louisa now lives.  In those days, each regiment had a musical band that would travel with them and keep morale up with their songs.  On the eve before the biggest battle of Stone’s River on a cold night in December, the Union and Confederate troops played songs across the holler from each other – a sort of 1800’s “battle of the bands”.  Then all at once one side began playing “Home Sweet Home” and the opposing forces joined in.  For those few fleeting moments they all shared those sentiments they could not deny – the love of peace, harmony, home and, I suspect, the fear of losing those precious commodities.

LISTEN TO “DEAR SISTER”

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SEE THE CLAIRE LYNCH BAND PLAY “DEAR SISTER” LIVE AT MERLEFEST!

Thank you ALL for opening this email and reading my shameless ploy for an IBMA vote!  Seriously though we hope you’ll consider the CLB on your list of favorites this year.  Have a beautiful summer and stay cool!

 

Claire Lynch

Love is academic

Many a former lover once told me that, although my love and devotion was incomparable, I was susceptible to falling in love with everyone I meet.

Thus it is so.

And probably always will be, considering how internally perfect every one of us tends to be, being ourselves in our particular peculiarities, and perpetually attractive to me.

My three semesters as a post-secondary school instructor taught me that I need not teach because it’s difficult to assign low/poor grades to my wonderfully unique students.

However, unlike the characters in these reviewed books, I never consummated my love for students in those three short school cycles.

Liken likin’ lichen like in lye kin

Our mailbox at the street resembles a small wooden house, a look similar to our main house.

On the “chimney” of the mailbox house grows a small patch of lichen.

Do you like lichen the way I do?

Lichen falls onto our driveway almost everyday, attached to bits of tree — twig, branch, bark — that break away and follows gravity’s path onto the concrete surface.

One species of beard lichen in particular, but not this one.

As our climate gradually warms, lichen is migrating north, bringing symbiotic organisms along.

As with the variety of tree species in our yard, we have a multitude of lichen species.

Same with mushrooms, algae, bacteria, ants and other organisms I won’t encounter together on Mars.

What will migrate with us when we live off-Earth?

What will survive without us and adapt to new environmental conditions?

How many organisms on Earth didn’t originate on our planet?

I owe our next-door neighbours a copy of books on trees and edible wild plants so they can identify which plants not to kill in their yard to protect their curious one-year old child from eating less-than-nutritious green stuff.

I see the Trees book in front of me, under a pile of “French Idioms,” “Russian for Everyday,” “The New College French & English Dictionary,” “Peterson Field Guides to Stars and Planets,” “The Associated Press Stylebook and Libel Manual,” “2004 Far Side Desk Calendar,” and “The Yale Book of Quotations;” on top of “Gödel, Escher, Bach: an Eternal Golden Braid,” “RE/SEARCH #8/9: J.G. Ballard,” “The Complete Cartoons of The New Yorker,” and a spiral-bound copy of my book, “The Mind’s Aye,” not to forget issue #500 of MAD magazine.

Speaking of books, I have a few to finish reading, including “The Big Questions” by Steven Landsburg and a hyperreality book, “Travels in Hyperreality,” by Umberto Eco.

I wonder, which set of beliefs, particularly in the realm of religion, makes one more likely to approve of government/private industry spying?  In Christianity, God is always watching, just like Santa Claus, ready to mete out rewards and punishment for our behaviours/thoughts.

Does our general culture encourage us to believe in seeking our fifteen minutes of fame, even if it’s only on a hidden security camera or set of IM chat logs?

Does lichen care about our meme-ridden upper brain functions or our labyrinthine specialty tasks and hobbies that spin out of a growing economy?

Likely not.

That’s why I like lichen — symbiosis that doesn’t require ritual or dogma.

Cultural scientists today argued their proof that silicon-based organisms such as computers are living beings.

I thank my living being for letting me write this blog entry on its plastic key skinned surface.

Enough meditative humour for the day — time to eat lunch and read a couple of books loaned by the public library.

There are moments…

There are moments where the incredibunctious creativity of others makes me want to kill myself in bourgeois mediocre banality.

This is one of those moments

It’s not enough that killing trees and small rodents makes me question the role of our sets of states of energy on other celestial bodies…

…except to tell myself that how combinations of sets of states of energy recombine energy/mass is fractionally fractious if not fictionally close to fractal patterns one step away from randomness whose repetition makes us believe in godlike qualities of beauty, purity and real flavours of ice cream.

Better a silent self-delusional god than a loud and complete fool that I usually play for laughs.

I will never satisfy the rulemaking judges of dance because the noise in my thoughts is more musically challenging than perfecting socially-defined steps toward judgeworthy happiness, but I can try.