tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10780930686888219252012-02-07T04:41:49.507-08:00Best of Luck Placing it ElsewhereRead over your compositions, and when you meet anything you think particularly fine, strike it out.
Samuel JohnsonNancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.comBlogger2161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-24960326322674371512011-10-25T17:34:00.000-07:002011-10-25T17:34:29.002-07:00In case you're wondering ---- where I am, chances are it's here. Do drop by, and have a pisco sour maybe.
Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-82674544511284760952011-10-24T14:55:00.000-07:002011-10-24T14:55:23.434-07:00The last rose of summer, really
I bought the rose bush at a grocery store one spring, perhaps seven or eight years ago. I planted it and then it bloomed once, also in a far away October. Perhaps this new bloom is a good sign. The colors of pale rich yellow and palest pink are gorgeous; the scent, a bit like lemon pie and a bit like lemon air freshener, is also very good. Happy autumn.
Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-80671648749739345622011-10-09T17:12:00.001-07:002011-10-27T05:10:38.038-07:00FallNancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-30487991296981660882011-09-25T08:02:00.000-07:002011-09-25T08:02:37.344-07:00... from whose bourn"I asked if I might go out for a breath of fresh air. The doctors answered 'Yes, just close by, for half an hour.' "
So Queen Victoria, at the bedside of her adored husband, in December 1861. He was dying. She needed a respite from it all.
Why is it, given the collective human experience of death, that the individual human brain is not yet "hard wired" to understand it? "None of this makes Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-14832906054203867532011-09-11T07:08:00.000-07:002011-09-11T07:08:21.269-07:00The day's reading "... Islamists decide whether violent jihad should be launched against non-Muslims based on a cost-benefit analysis, not on any conviction that killing non-Muslims is immoral."
Shall we have the New York police department refrain from investigating Muslim terrorism because the Obama justice department says that's insensitive? Read it all.
Of Mafiosi and Mullahs - Andrew C. McCarthy - Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-38538926257277510462011-09-01T18:37:00.000-07:002011-09-01T18:37:05.894-07:00I pick today's pearl"He [Obama] doesn't want greatness in the individual; it would overshadow government."
No better pearl of wisdom from Rush, it seems to me. Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-59888341936223604352011-08-16T05:16:00.000-07:002011-08-16T05:16:08.370-07:00How evolution really worksNancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-69758631747180179272011-08-14T18:48:00.000-07:002011-08-14T18:48:42.194-07:00Clouds and ducksNancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-68659320125953506222011-08-13T17:31:00.000-07:002011-08-13T17:31:36.264-07:00This is a comic book conventionAnd this is, sort of, what it looks like. A blur of people, and storm troopers, and a few too many very obese young men. "Gamers," I'm told. Thousands of artworks for sale, most of them on pirated themes which I am sure Disney, DC, or Marvel could sue about, only it's not worth their while to pursue small-bore artistic license and capitalism run amok. Much of the art very, very good -- which Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-23649336742666224742011-08-08T15:16:00.000-07:002011-08-08T15:16:08.320-07:00Guilty pleasure, highbred surpriseMake-up blogs. And make-up application and hair care tutorials on YouTube.
Seriously. That's my guilty pleasure. I grew up in the '70s, when everybody was natural and free to be you 'n' me, and we all wore burlap blouses -- or thought we admired Joan Baez for wearing burlap blouses -- and considered make-up and other female fussiness shallow and unworthy.
Or maybe I was just none too bright. Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-59602103411762410762011-08-06T14:00:00.000-07:002011-08-06T14:09:31.844-07:00I'll weigh in"A terrible day," according to Commentary's blog. Tantamount to the arrival of the Visigoths outside Rome, circa 408 A.D., according to the always humorously snarky and depressed Mark Steyn. (They share the classical references, but Steyn is quite unlike the more intellectual, but never humorous and always depressed Victor Davis Hanson.) Both -- all -- are talking about Standard & Poor's Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-6427888739305902242011-07-31T08:32:00.000-07:002011-07-31T08:59:04.110-07:00A cardinal, a lily, the sky -- JulyI'm reminded of the Peter Pan song "I won't grow up," in which the eternal child laments that adults still wear "a serious expression -- in the middle of July!"
He has a point. This is July.
Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-20489692594309809102011-07-17T19:44:00.000-07:002011-07-17T19:45:37.391-07:00Pink and green ...... and morning ...
... and evening. The star of these photos is my Queen of the Prairie plant, the tall pink frothy thing, which is the pride and joy of my Pathetic Little Garden. It has had a rough time this year, having been nearly choked by another plant which I hoped would be pretty, but which I finally uprooted because it was ruining the Queen.
A hummingbird actually hollered at me Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-88259207436943964922011-07-16T17:34:00.000-07:002011-10-27T05:19:28.832-07:00Springfield -- Lincoln's tombThe little "Field trip! Springfield" seems to have been, in hindsight, a sort of severance package for the end of a marriage. He wanted a room with a relaxing Jacuzzi. A month later, he wanted to leave. As we say in the vernacular, who knew?
Lincoln's tomb: note the young boys' faces, present in all the sculpture groups around the monument. We still sometimes call soldiers "boys," but in the Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-61277907433680081262011-07-11T08:02:00.000-07:002011-07-11T08:06:08.269-07:00Field trip -- the beachA rather lowering day at Indiana Dunes State Park, all high hazy clouds and cool, damp winds. The soft sunlight on the pebbles made them gleam as if they were in moonlight -- I suppose. I've never seen the beach at night.
Below, a native plant up on the dunes. Milkweed, I think. I have the same in my garden.
And below, the dunes. The lake's waters reached this far -- and much farther -- in Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-51265612079415712812011-06-27T17:49:00.001-07:002011-07-11T14:19:55.170-07:00Summer gardenNancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-44143900201926296662011-06-26T06:18:00.000-07:002011-10-27T05:19:28.832-07:00It's raining sheetsThere are certain situations in life that call for the purchase of new, bright pink bedsheets. Like after he leaves. It's not a celebratory thing. You just want something new on the bed.
Then it rains. Again.
Then the sun comes out. Might there be a rainbow? You rush to take a picture.
So does he. The door to the upstairs apartment slams. Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-6023195752736781302011-06-18T17:28:00.001-07:002011-10-27T05:17:11.526-07:00Why nowWhy is it that now, of all times, people seem to come at me with gems like this? --
"That Skinny Girl margarita. Did you know Bethenny Frankel sold the rights to that drink mix to some big company for millions of dollars? ... And her dad left her and her mom when she was, like, three. She never forgave him for it. "
"No, I can see why."
"Can you imagine doing that? The guy must have reallyNancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-66311817893210834732011-06-12T06:34:00.000-07:002011-06-12T06:34:32.945-07:00More in the garden
And -- of course, this is wildly off topic, but have you noticed? -- how much conservative pundits (mostly men) dislike Sarah Palin and Michelle Bachmann? I almost think that, having spent their careers commenting on and observing politics, and growing gray and weak-eyed in the process, they really resent their thunder and their punditry and their relevance being stolen by moms with long brown Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-39845203432144976312011-06-07T18:13:00.000-07:002011-06-07T18:13:31.422-07:00FlowersNancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-18459054136189962472011-06-01T17:57:00.000-07:002011-10-27T05:19:28.833-07:00The mature garden
Most of it is a feast of green, in the bright slanting evening sun. But below, first, are last month's bleeding hearts.
Asiatic lilies wait to bud, crowded in beside bearded iris, cranesbill, and a mass of goldenrod. The robins chirp and carol away as always, whether in the dim gray mist of early morning or the long, steadily darkening twilights. This big old house with its big old Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-39061667177132383492011-05-02T06:26:00.001-07:002011-09-11T07:20:29.002-07:00JoyHow many future historians, a hundred, two hundred years from now, will make careers out of studying President Barack Obama? I wonder if he might not turn out to be the most discussed and analyzed person in American history -- or will he, by contrast, be quickly slotted into his proper place? -- a very little man, a freak of collapsing early 21st-century American academia, pet of a whole Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-74309672560234603182011-04-20T14:22:00.000-07:002011-04-20T14:22:18.677-07:00Field trip! more Springfield
Springfield, Illinois must boast the worst mishmash of architectural styles of any state capital in the nation -- I would say, of any community on the planet, but I could be wrong about that. Every visitor to the city comes, of course, to see this:
This is Abraham Lincoln's home, restored, but not with too heavy a hand, the National Park Service men told us. Eighty percent of the interior is Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-774857663987886852011-04-11T18:58:00.000-07:002011-04-11T18:58:45.157-07:00Field trip -- the drive to SpringfieldIllinois does go on for miles and miles, hours and hours. Photographs of a farm beside the highway, and another farm past it in the distance, and a third and fourth in yet further distances, still don't convey the endless expanse of land and sky. Imagine walking through here beside a creaking, slow- moving covered wagon, when all the land was prairie cut through with meandering small creeks Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-45553084433060644422011-03-07T07:19:00.000-08:002011-03-07T07:19:54.299-08:00American photographsOne thing is certain: it's a boy.When did dresses for little boys go out of fashion? They used to wear them, at least for formal photographs, until the age of four or five, and they didn't get their baby curls cut until that age, too.
It seems this little man's parents had compromised, or fashions were in flux by then. Haircut yes, dress, still yes. Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-47533596162981917912011-02-06T14:33:00.000-08:002011-02-12T06:26:35.365-08:00Again with the commonplace book
It's incredible, and heartening, to see and read the wisdom that shows up among anonymous people thinking and commenting anywhere the freedom of the internet allows them to do so. It's not all blathering, ALL CAPS SHOUTING and "trolls." This is from a post at Pajamas Media called "The Slow Suicide of the West." And it's better than the base article. The commenter calls himself only "Kipling."
"Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-5309740588831038422011-02-01T19:17:00.001-08:002011-03-07T06:56:41.807-08:00SafetySnow. With a vengeance. Howling winds. Darkness. "White-out conditions." "We are encouraging everyone to stay off the roads after 6 pm."
Four of the family are safely home, but not the fifth. It's 5:30 in the afternoon, it's 5:33, it's 6:00. There were rumors that the store would close early for the night. "Sixty percent of what you fear doesn't happen." Images: the long drive home through the Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-91447729220573490842011-01-31T08:23:00.000-08:002011-01-31T08:23:20.669-08:00UndercoverWe happened to stop and rest in a small shadowed plaza, where park benches lay scattered about and weird modern sculptures splayed against the sky and fountains -- so much prettier -- splashed. The tall buildings loomed about us. It was a hot day.
While we sat among the crowds, five or six young black kids all dressed in jeans and plain white t-shirts came racing around a corner and sprinted Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-39618948132956082732011-01-24T08:17:00.000-08:002011-01-24T09:19:39.621-08:00"So this is how liberty dies" -- by resuméIs it "amid thunderous applause," as Padme sadly says in one of the Star Wars movies? Maybe, although poor George Lucas was more prescient than he knew. Trying to savage George Bush in that film, we may be sure the erstwhile freedom-loving director subsequently felt not the slightest distress at the thunderous applause that in a few years elected Barack Obama to office.
No, it's not necessarily Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-20117059507159614232011-01-10T19:15:00.000-08:002011-01-10T19:15:18.255-08:00GodLook closely, and you'll spot him waving from the distant clouds. From a psalter belonging to King Henry VIII; scanned from the book Henry VIII and his Court, by Neville Williams (1971).
We know we mustn't think of Almighty God as an old man in heaven, crowned and robed, yet how often the image crops up -- in Western art, of course. There is a precedent for it. In the Bible, Daniel says:
I Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-20522267790223708912010-12-23T07:30:00.000-08:002010-12-23T07:30:37.021-08:00"Half the charm""Again, without the idea of winter half the charm of Christmas would be gone. Transplanted in the imagination of western Christendom from an undefined season in the hot East to Europe at midwinter, the Nativity scenes have taken on a new pathos with the thought of the bitter cold in the rough stable ...."
Clement A. Miles, Christmas in Ritual and Tradition, Christian and Pagan, 1912
Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-47799952631079570072010-12-12T08:13:00.000-08:002010-12-12T08:14:27.385-08:00"...and what delays ...."
"...the reason why winter suns race on to dip in the ocean,
And what delays the long nights."
Virgil, The Georgics, Book 2Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-65118282750689699932010-11-18T06:10:00.000-08:002010-11-18T06:10:02.929-08:00Indiana girls
"Aunt Edna and Eula Mae."
When a farm girl gets dressed up to have her picture taken ... or was she a city girl, and this her high school graduation photograph? If so, she would have been unusual. My grandmother, a city girl probably of about the same generation, always bragged about having graduated high school, which girls didn't necessarily do in the early part of the 20th century.
I like Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-23895793001759200392010-11-16T07:40:00.000-08:002010-11-16T07:40:00.612-08:00Bride? Bridesmaid? Halloween?Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-64520980577588608102010-11-15T07:29:00.000-08:002010-11-15T07:29:49.347-08:00Ottie's postcard
Mrs. Elsie Carter of Frankfort, Indiana, received a lot of postcards from family and friends in the early 1900s. She saved most of them, it seems. The complete postmark for this one is illegible, but the others in the box are dated around 1907 or 1909.
If you read this one carefully, you'll notice that Mrs. Carter's sister, Ottie, is telling her that she is about to have the baby. It is earlyNancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-43671549065520376482010-11-07T08:16:00.000-08:002010-11-07T08:16:56.666-08:00Many childhoods
The Little Red Schoolhouse is a landmark of Chicago's (more properly, Cook County's) south suburban forest preserves. Many a childhood has taken the obligatory detour through here, many times over, on many and many a summer -- spring, winter, fall -- day.This happened to be a day in early September.
The land is low lying, marshy and forested all at once. Yet by the time you drive out as far Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-27659389398299255272010-11-05T20:19:00.000-07:002010-11-06T06:10:18.369-07:00What is summer?Now that it's vanished -- again -- we can ask.
The angle of the light?
Water?
Bugs?
Road trips?
Gardens?
Color?
Or the very sky
Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-66365258537709101802010-10-25T18:36:00.001-07:002011-02-06T14:34:20.525-08:00If I kept a commonplace bookIf I kept a "commonplace book" as nineteenth century people used to, I'd put this in it:
"Liberalism doesn’t only encroach upon things like opportunity and standard of living. It’s what it does to the self that’s most dangerous and pernicious. It pushes out the individual imagination and replaces it with wooden convictions. Before that wreaks havoc on a polity, it has its way with a mind."
Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-84350648479615067532010-10-10T08:07:00.000-07:002010-10-10T08:10:01.620-07:00Guilty pleasureI can't help it. I like this woman.
Image from The Swamp
Granted, she is painted in a new biography as a "narcissistic sexual huntress." I have no idea how you go about being that and it's probably bad, but it sounds much more exciting than folding the laundry and getting dinner. Granted, all France is apparently laughing fit to die at her latest music CD. And granted, I can't imagine too Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-14647317241774541602010-09-27T07:53:00.000-07:002010-09-27T07:53:58.758-07:00Two political adsFirst, the "Mourning in America" ad, which refers to the well-remembered "Morning in America" spot of Ronald Reagan's 1984 re-election campaign. Having heard something about it, I expected the new ad to be far more powerful.
It shirks facts, and it ends with a disappointing plea for our government to "care about us." Isn't that the problem?
The next ad, from benhoweblog, is many times Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-70304037397582214002010-09-26T10:25:00.000-07:002010-09-26T10:25:22.967-07:00Molly hides -- Robert, Hugh, Daniel, and Jonah do notThis is one of those stories of creeping sharia that one had hoped would always have a dateline of the UK or Sweden. Not that that's good, but those places are far away, and so when stories carry datelines like that, one can put aside, for a few moments, the fact of having to face what our ancestors knew.
Our ancestors collectively knew a lot about Islam. Evidence of their experience crops up inNancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-15371748013507057972010-09-13T18:33:00.001-07:002010-09-16T19:12:25.001-07:00At long last, blueAt long last, a sky blue morning glory, after years of the purple kind.
Mr. Wasp says "hello."
This bug probably eats things it shouldn't, but it is very pretty.
Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-18265066225828406712010-08-27T08:28:00.000-07:002010-08-27T08:36:04.523-07:00A mell of a hessAh yes, the August garden of a May and June gardener; worse, the late August garden of a May and June gardener. I am one of those people who looks forward eagerly to every tiny sprig of green in March and April, delights in the first woodland and garden perennials of May, enjoys June while tut-tutting at the vanished colors already, and then gets kind of bored by mid-July. I also have a Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-66151455991371093222010-08-24T05:55:00.000-07:002010-08-24T06:44:32.471-07:00It's happenedIt's happened. I've looked and looked again, checked and double-checked. I've waited a day, a week, and checked again.
Remember the "Woo-hoo demographic"? Remember my unscientific monitoring of the mommy-bloggers who all loved and voted for Barack Obama, and kept his blue and red Hope badge on their sidebars forever? Do you remember my worry at the way they utterly ignored him after the twin Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-5390140943883081302010-08-20T18:05:00.001-07:002010-08-21T18:00:35.073-07:00Hey, Jude! Yesterday, Eleanor Rigby and Lucy left home on Penny Lane, and went to Strawberry Fields with the fool on the hill while fixing a hole on the long and winding road with a little help from their friendsOr, what gets engraved in your brain while listening to the Muzak piped into a grocery store every day. Lord have mercy, how I do loathe the Beatles. And who decided that only their most depressing songs are slow enough to please the morning shoppers, who tend to be elderly and (I suppose) in need of nice slow music to keep them maundering along the aisles and absently filling their carts with Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-6781504872576605372010-08-18T05:48:00.000-07:002010-08-18T19:59:35.450-07:00The single greatest movie scene, everAll right, perhaps it's not the absolute greatest. Professional movie connoisseurs will gasp in derision and point to the Odessa steps scene in Battleship Potemkin, or the chariot race in Ben Hur, or anything from Citizen Kane, or the burning of Atlanta or who knows what else.
But I pick this one, so we'll just call it my favorite movie scene, ever. It's from Alfred Hitchcock's The Birds. Tippi Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-14060635424618759192010-08-10T18:25:00.000-07:002010-08-10T18:25:34.898-07:00Summer graysNancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-77546170520883265702010-08-07T06:47:00.000-07:002010-08-08T10:37:37.308-07:00For ye be villeins (another California decision)It's the illogic of it that ought to stand out, even for those of us who have been cajoled into supporting the right of homosexuals to "marry," mostly because we want to be good-natured, and because for fifty years our civilization has accepted that no discourse can possibly be more exalted than civil rights. The illogic of the judge's decision consists in this, that at some point, gay marriage Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-1782376445466593612010-07-30T18:53:00.000-07:002010-07-30T18:53:06.913-07:00Summer lakeNancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-41777133005491175902010-07-29T19:16:00.000-07:002010-07-29T19:16:08.367-07:00Summer shadowsNancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-48477881811240186912010-07-14T05:35:00.000-07:002010-07-14T18:56:34.925-07:00Summer lightsMorningA "gentian"?Rose leavesFledglingDeparting stormsWhere's that other bird?DinnerColeus, mulberry tree, late afternoonGood nightNancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-81298458905734735362010-07-08T06:53:00.000-07:002010-07-08T19:00:08.446-07:00FoursquareFor quite a while, and beginning fairly early I remember, I had it in mind to invent a new type of literature. Well, naturally, who wouldn't? I think it was a childhood dinner table conversation that set me off, although it sounds obnoxious to claim so. One night, someone at the table said there are only three basic plots in either books or movies: man against nature, man against man, and man Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-8030357995058737852010-07-02T06:30:00.001-07:002010-07-02T07:23:45.735-07:00I begin to understandI begin to understand why a landed aristocracy should have arisen over the course of centuries in Europe and particularly in England. It makes sense, if nothing else, as a way to stop the galloping growth of government. There is nothing for political candidates to do in the modern world except perpetually run for office, perpetually promising us what they'll do for us (with our money) and Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-80629775829876256682010-06-30T19:15:00.000-07:002010-06-30T20:30:10.469-07:00The most beautiful movie costume everOf course I haven't seen every movie, though I have seen quite a few. And I haven't seen or been properly struck by the glories of every costume ever designed, but in all those movies I have noted my share.This one made my jaw drop.It may look ho-hum Tudor, but you must imagine it in color: pink and silver brocade over vivid cranberry-colored underskirt, the cranberry bands on the sleeves all Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-9700258019885481262010-06-25T06:13:00.001-07:002010-06-25T18:17:45.987-07:00A day in the woodsNancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-62391309436018258682010-06-22T18:46:00.000-07:002010-07-01T18:46:00.447-07:00Even RushRevised July 1, 2010Even Rush says it. While the United States is "overthrown from within," while the President and the Democratic-controlled Congress destroy private industries, confiscate private property, nationalize auto manufacturing, banking, the home mortgage industry, student loans, and health care, while the President deliberately leaves the Mexican border unprotected until amnesty for Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-78408923539555989372010-06-21T19:42:00.000-07:002010-06-24T19:41:50.408-07:00A day in the prairieAnd finally, our locally famous albino (white tailed) deer. This spring she emerged with a fawn of normal color. Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-60901768794045738772010-06-12T06:27:00.001-07:002010-06-12T07:02:02.434-07:00A weird bug, and other interestsI have no idea. But his fashion sense is excellent.And this one can't seem to decide which stamen to cling to, not even with those big eyes of his.Some people actually study mosses and lichens.Early morning summer sky.A fashion sense somewhat more discreet, but still excellent.Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-10063408009681962662010-06-09T19:33:00.000-07:002010-06-10T05:41:29.150-07:00A new experienceWhat I saw and heard at a political candidate's "meet and greet" at a crowded local sports-bar restaurant, amid the thundering din of twenty televisions blasting out the Chicago Black Hawk's Stanley Cup playoff game (#6 in the series):I saw a barely-known candidate and his staff circulate among tables full of strangers, introducing the concept of a challenge to a Chicago Democratic machine Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-45429420585722429292010-06-06T17:55:00.000-07:002010-06-10T16:36:53.942-07:00Green bees, blue lavenderNancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-13845899876364265262010-06-06T04:45:00.000-07:002010-06-06T07:29:12.357-07:00HelenI’ve lost a set of neighbors whom I liked, and whom I lived beside for a good fifteen years. They were a strange couple, or perhaps I should say strangely coupled. It was a second marriage for both of them. She was a thin little thing, all arms and diminutiveness and enormous eyes behind her glasses. She talked endlessly about her first husband, and his beautiful black curly hair. She also talkedNancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-74217670555483567002010-06-05T06:08:00.000-07:002010-06-05T07:02:19.839-07:00Alphonse, the evil neighborhood catAlphonse is not really evil, it's just that our own cat, Martha, thinks he is. In truth he may be misnamed as well. He may be Alphonsa. Or Alphonsina?This cat, black with a white chest and white paws, has prowled the neighborhood for upwards of five years. He survives all weathers. I have seen him loping down ice-crusted backyard snowdrifts in the howling winds of February, and trotting along theNancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-25624742205941700202010-06-03T17:45:00.000-07:002010-06-03T18:03:22.772-07:00Who are the 29?Once again, a tiny minority submit to sharia, Islamic law and its inherent triumphalism, on our behalf. Who are the 29 members of New York's "community board 1" who voted to approve plans for a 15- storey mosque practically at the site of the World Trade Center? In an interview with Rush Limbaugh yesterday, Andrew McCarthy says the mosque builders intend to have it built by the tenth anniversary Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-30258861541221846352010-06-01T19:27:00.000-07:002010-06-11T05:59:35.240-07:00Between the stormsNancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-5790127798952137682010-06-01T19:12:00.000-07:002010-06-01T19:26:15.174-07:00JuneA few long-wanted things:butterfly weed, perfect for attracting monarch butterflies;cosmos, tricky to grow from seed, and there they were, a nice-sized specimen.The Asiatic lilies simply get better and better, redder and redder.And oenothera, or evening primrose. The garbagemen hate these, and have spent three years tossing garbage can lids right on them, nearly destroying the bed. I have been Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-30699991194852229182010-05-31T05:44:00.001-07:002010-05-31T05:56:34.586-07:00A good year for roses... and other pretty, growing things.Cranesbill, Asiatic lilies, and daisies in the backgroundCurrently reading About Orchids: A Chat, by Frederick Boyle (1893), found at Project Gutenberg. He assures the reader how easy all those Odontoglossums and Cattleyas are to grow ....Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-79183916621551311572010-05-30T18:57:00.000-07:002010-05-31T06:00:36.917-07:00It's hateSo, now "we," the U.S.A., have decided to support a United Nations resolution demanding that there be a nuclear-weapons free Middle East -- how sweet -- and that Israel specifically should open up whatever facilities it has for inspection. No mention of Iran, which is thiscloseandgettingcloser to a nuclear bomb which it has in turn promised to use against Israel. All this, by the by, just before Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-46268850477573732222010-05-26T19:08:00.000-07:002010-05-26T19:08:00.183-07:00SkyNancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-24669789941914839922010-05-26T05:37:00.000-07:002010-06-06T06:47:42.275-07:00Today's gardenNancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-37253943575442702642010-05-24T18:45:00.000-07:002010-05-26T05:28:56.319-07:00Rain, bugs, moonNancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-65374093575858360832010-05-23T18:12:00.000-07:002010-05-26T05:24:30.867-07:00PeoniesNancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-15558496771021413042010-05-21T05:41:00.000-07:002010-05-22T06:42:56.809-07:00Where is "Everybody Draw Mohammed Day"?I only learned about yesterday's being "Everybody Draw Mohammed Day" on Facebook, just in time for Facebook to shut down the page. Once again, as with South Park, as with Yale University, as with the Metropolitan Museum of Art canceling an exhibit, as with all the newspapers in America that refused to publish "the Danish cartoons" -- once again, our elites capitulate to sharia on our Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-21266762314074725682010-05-16T06:22:00.000-07:002010-05-16T18:34:58.147-07:00Glories of MayNancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-32020347874887454862010-05-15T06:56:00.000-07:002010-05-15T07:03:13.226-07:00Are you ready to write your congressman about this?Mark Steyn writes, on National Review online:Last week, the American Association of Pediatricians noted that certain, ahem, “immigrant communities” were shipping their daughters overseas to undergo “female genital mutilation.” So, in a spirit of multicultural compromise, they decided to amend their previous opposition to the practice: They’re not (for the moment) advocating full-scale Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-51918420918574289242010-05-15T05:53:00.000-07:002010-11-08T07:48:35.811-08:00Pearls and Roses, Chapter 16Pearls and Roses, Chapter 15
She got into the city archives not through explaining her assignment, nor through some preordained magic in her employer’s name, but by mentioning Trish Markham. “Oh yes!” a chic blonde woman exclaimed, “she called yesterday afternoon about someone’s coming down. I will help you,” and she led Alice along the corridors and into a beautiful little wood-paneled room, Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-42884527260904521442010-05-13T05:45:00.000-07:002010-05-15T06:10:02.059-07:00Pearls and Roses, chapter 15Pearls and Roses, chapter 14What a shame they could not afford the Concorde, Trish thought, as the plane raced down O’Hare’s runway and rumbled into the black December sky, on Sunday the 10th, carrying its freight of passengers and ten employees from Monique-Boyd, off to have a look at some crumbling medievalism. What a shame the Concorde did not fly from Chicago.There was so much to think about.Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-76647541337845222182010-05-08T06:10:00.000-07:002010-05-08T07:05:04.357-07:00I have the answerYes, I have the answer to everyone's health care problems -- insurance, "reform," Obamacare, you name it. I do believe it would make a great phone call to Rush Limbaugh's Open Line Friday, but alas and thank goodness, I have a job and I can't make phone calls during his airtime.Every man must simply go, for his health care needs, to his local veterinarian. Animals and people can't be all that Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-49205366320798525022010-04-18T18:54:00.000-07:002010-04-18T20:11:09.866-07:00Life returns to the woods... but then, did it ever leave?Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-32844386272343696652010-04-15T18:04:00.000-07:002010-04-15T19:09:18.283-07:00EveningNancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-19067356471831238622010-04-13T17:59:00.000-07:002010-05-16T18:35:32.367-07:00Green (and other colors)Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-13422318362509030012010-04-02T18:20:00.000-07:002010-04-03T06:27:07.990-07:00Spring eveningNancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-40972373061556858462010-03-30T14:46:00.000-07:002010-03-30T14:46:00.577-07:00SpringNancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-14151933738074969732010-03-29T06:15:00.000-07:002010-03-29T08:23:22.905-07:00Art exhibitsIn the richly red and beautiful Sidney R. Yates gallery of the Chicago Cultural Center, two modern art exhibits are just coming to the end of their run.One is called "Expect the Unexpected," and is a collection of paintings -- plus one delightful set piece that the viewer walks into as if he were entering a painting -- by Hollis Sigler (1948-2001). These paintings first caught my eye from outsideNancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-13134044997371327022010-03-26T06:13:00.000-07:002010-03-26T18:04:09.293-07:00ArtThe Chicago Cultural Center, formerly the Chicago Public Library building, Randolph St. and Michigan Ave. Built in 1896.If ever you listen to radio station WFMT's Wednesday "Dame Myra Hess" concerts broadcast live from Preston Bradley Hall, why, you might enjoy knowing that this is where they are performed. The arches and domed ceilings are a glittering Renaissance fantasy of verdant, coiling Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-79961081554908485612010-03-24T06:15:00.000-07:002010-03-24T06:22:13.528-07:00Points for prescienceA long time ago I had the idea of writing a short story about a future time in America when everyone's grocery store purchases would be instantly fed into a state-managed computer database, so that the government could keep track of the nutritional quality of citizens' food choices. And even while you were standing in line at the checkout, the conveyor belt could stop and your transaction could Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-24717857943423736382010-03-08T05:37:00.000-08:002010-03-08T08:28:04.850-08:00Learning to love winter?Writing project ideas sometimes come from the most ridiculous sources. Years ago while reading aloud to my children in the Madeline series of books by Ludwig Bemelmans, I encountered the phrase "she loved winter, snow, and ice...."There's an arresting thought. You don't often find, in life or books, people who love winter. By late February, say, people are sick of it, especially in a year like Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-27433747068444109622010-02-26T07:51:00.000-08:002010-02-28T19:15:32.155-08:00My ten best Star Trek episodes (TOS)Mirror, Mirror (takes place almost entirely on board the Enterprise)Terrific, evil twin fantasy. And Kirk gets a "Captain's woman," whose role in this universe is very frankly displayed.Journey to Babel (ditto)Kirk was never more heroic than when piloting the Enterprise through an alien suicide attack while nursing a stab wound in the lung.The Corbomite Maneuver (ditto)Bluffing our way out of Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-71596181049895562092010-02-22T04:57:00.000-08:002010-02-22T06:47:56.730-08:00The balletCatherine and Grace attended the ballet for the first time on a January night at the local university, to see a Russian dance company perform Swan Lake. It was Catherine’s idea. The university’s theater guild had sent out advertising brochures about it to the local libraries as well as to their own subscribers, and Catherine had seen a copy on the circulation desk as she checked out books. The Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-18271366145749917972010-02-10T05:27:00.000-08:002010-02-10T05:42:29.174-08:00"...and clear ice grew dense...""The northwind dropped, and night came black and wintry. A fine sleet descending whitened the cane like hoarfrost, and clear ice grew dense upon our shields."Homer, The Odyssey, Book XIVNancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-72498343481397947722010-02-08T18:11:00.000-08:002010-02-08T20:26:27.155-08:00ee-sah-teestSpelled Ysatis. Pronounced ee-sah-teest. The magazine ad looked like this, in 1984:The scent was so divine I pulled the sniffy-card, or whatever they call them, out of the magazine and kept it in a drawer for, I do believe, years. In those days I was a firm virtuous person who would never dream of spending money on the actual perfume. Besides, I was a product of the Seventies. Everybody was Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-44550734253937794952010-01-31T16:52:00.000-08:002010-01-31T18:17:43.363-08:00Hands, lipsI've just come back from the movies, and I swear I don't know how they do it, but I am sure they are trained to do it.Image from Al tejo, October 2006It's the hands and the lips. Actors, and especially actresses -- in this alone, in the hands and the lips, there is a difference, so the new affectation of calling women "actors" is peculiarly dishonest -- actresses must be trained to handle their Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-55115634718832322032010-01-24T06:53:00.000-08:002010-01-25T08:36:10.076-08:00Boy in a gardenHe's standing before his -- or his mother's? -- prize hollyhocks. Are those giant mallows, too, to the right, or more hollyhock leaves? And what is the building? It looks industrial, not home-like.The date? Judging by his pants and haircut, 1940s.Spot the black kitten, marching busily past.Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-35180995300015436322010-01-20T05:44:00.000-08:002010-05-15T06:11:47.153-07:00Pearls and Roses, chapter 14Pearls and Roses, chapter 13“Wow. We need to get her calmed down,” Trish said to the other three members of the Board that evening, after the meeting had officially broken up and Alice had been the first to leave, still on good terms with at least Mill and Lily, she imagined.“What’s with her being so by-the-book all of a sudden?” Mill asked.“I have no idea,” Trish said. “I am so hurt. I am so Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-42687949003140425472010-01-10T14:50:00.000-08:002010-02-08T20:15:41.209-08:00Vintage shoppingLet's go to the Antique Mall on Main Street in Crown Point, Indiana. It's right across the street from the old courthouse, where young things used to elope to, say in 1937 (my aunt was eighteen, her new husband seventeen -- there was hell to pay), and it's right across the other street from the old jail that couldn't hold Dillinger. Johnny Depp filmed part of Public Enemies here. The locals were Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-72550842566398520722010-01-01T05:06:00.000-08:002010-01-01T06:44:07.048-08:00Wild-eyedAll the famous political commentators, the pundits, the Krauthammers and the Hansons and the Rubins, keep on writing, keep on predicting, as if the president will now act logically. Now he will respond, in some non-perfunctory way, to events that are not about him and his godhead. He will "cool [favorite] motifs" (like apologizing for American history), transfer Napolitano to some other job, Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-33542533392336494792009-12-29T06:31:00.000-08:002009-12-29T06:36:14.185-08:00Longing for deathLet me understand this: as far as Mohammed was concerned, the unbelievers' (specifically, the Jews') love of life is proof that they know their religion is wrong, because if they really believed their faith was correct -- in short, if they were Muslims -- they would want to die and go to paradise. From the Koran, chapter 2:94 and following."Say, 'if Allah's Everlasting Mansions are for you alone'Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-27399871303143121062009-12-27T14:40:00.000-08:002009-12-29T06:35:06.178-08:00SecurityHe has an odd looking face. It looks almost as if it had been split in half and then put back together again, rudely, too much flesh used to paste it together across the forehead and the bridge of the nose. Olive-dark, pockmarked, beginning to go jowly with his sixty-odd years, teeth rarely showing even in a broad smile because they are flattening and hollowing down a little with age; short, Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-89487968948655397882009-12-21T17:52:00.000-08:002010-02-08T20:16:22.184-08:00It begins"Spring am I, too soft of heartMuch to speak ere I departAsk the summer-tide to proveThe abundance of my love."Summer looked for long am IMuch shall change or ere I diePrithee take it not amissThough I weary thee with bliss."Laden autumn here I standWeak of heart and worn of handSpeak the word that sets me freeNought but rest seems good to me."Ah, shall winter mend your careSet your teeth the Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-8772868133543219212009-12-20T07:17:00.001-08:002009-12-20T07:40:43.510-08:00American photosJudging by the hairstyle and clothes, my guess is the date is around 1880. This woman is young -- she may even be a girl of perhaps sixteen or seventeen. The crucifix at her throat stands out, but what is that other dark necklace? It looks almost like an actual chain. And what are the symmetrical smudges on her dress? A flaw in the photograph, or real colors in the fabric?Imagine her in a Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-1836452451522975232009-12-19T08:29:00.000-08:002010-05-15T06:16:07.811-07:00Pearls and Roses, chapter 13Pearls and Roses, chapter 12Psalm 39 begins:“I said, I will take heed to my ways, that I sin not with my tongue: I will keep my mouth with a bridle, while the wicked is before me. I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; and my sorrow was stirred. My heart was hot within me, while I was musing the fire burned: then spake I with my tongue, Lord, make me to know mine end ....”But Nancy Yoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04851990325188858710noreply@blogger.com0