You Heard Me!

He who binds to himself a joy doth the winged life destroy. But he who kisses the joy as it flies lives in Eternity's sunrise.- William Blake Karin and Ericka, playing in our backyard ( San Francisco, 1956) Castro Valley, C a l i f o r n i a Nearly one year has elapsed since my younger sister passed away. This "I Love Lucy" clip was one of our favorites!

UPDATE: OCT 19,2010; from 60 Minutes.

Lizz Wright Band live in Basel, Switzerland November 2005. Lizz Wright with Marvin Sewell-g, Ede Wright-g, Massimo Biolcati-b, Rock Deadrick-d.

Photos by Karin Kascher Daffodils a poem by William Wordsworth (1804) I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee; ...

Image from Dark Roasted Blend

To all of the foolish hearts out there. " 'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. " Alfred Lord Tennyson Few musicians are able to convey their depth of emotion as well as Bill Evans. Many years ago I had the priviledge of seeing Mr.Evans perform in a tiny, smoke-filled bar in San Francisco. His hands were plump from his apparent heroin addiction, however, that didn't inhibit his purity and artistry. Bill Evans August 16, 1929- September 15, 1980

                                                          Image from Dark Roasted Blend This new year finds me asking, "What you Gonna do?"   20/10 sounds like a oil additive for my car.  I'll have to check my dip-stick more often, I guess.  Each year I propose new goals and this year I've tried to simplify them to ensure a more reasonable chance of success.  Less is more; frown less, drink less, worry less, eat less and look up at the stars a bit more often.   The last year was oh-so sad for me.  My Aunt Mitzi died and then my mother passed away a month later.  Five months went by, when my younger sister suddenly died.   Thus, I'm looking over my shoulder a lot, hoping a wrecking ball doesn't accidentally snap my head off.   It seems that time is never distributed with any measurement of  equanimity , (Aristotle, wherefore art thou?) so, perhaps by making time a priority I will extract more juice from life. Procrastination is no longer an option. I see the wr...