ordering isotretinoin online without a precription We were landscaping this week in Silver Hollow – a beautiful part of the Catskills, one I’ve known for awhile. Today as I was finishing up – my colleague had just pulled out – I heard some weird chattering in the woods, almost like laughter, and the breaking of a large branch, which then came […]
Monthly Archives: August 2010
Bear Gardening.
11-Aug-10Summer Afternoon Baroque Clouds.
10-Aug-10Jung on Dreams.
09-Aug-10“It is from the all-uniting depths that the dream arises, be it ever so childish, grotesque, or immoral. So flowerlike is it in its candor and veracity that it makes us blush for the deceitfulness of our lives.”
Cloisters.
08-Aug-10I spent Saturday at the Cloisters, and achieved one of my goals of measuring the cloistered gardens there. I was informed by the guard that the reconstructed gardens do not represent the original dimensions, but that was really no concern to me: what impressed me is that each one of the cloisters works as a […]
On Native Plant Gardening.
07-Aug-10Not long ago, when advising some friends who were about to start a garden, I told them to plant a state-of-the-art garden, meaning not a technologically complex one, but rather one in accord with the best knowledge we have of what constitutes excellence in a home garden. This can be expressed on the smallest levels […]
A religious leader on music…
06-Aug-10In my last piece I noted quickly that music tends to go with religion, as indicating a life of pure ornament without further purpose, like a wayside shrine or a stained-glass window – indeed like everything treated as holy as opposed to useful. Here’s another perspective.
Descending the Hierarchy of Being
06-Aug-10“And he saw in his dreams a ladder standing upon the earth, its top touching heaven, and angels of the Lord ascending and descending on it.” I recently spent a good deal of time with a group of Latin speakers, and had opportunity to observe one of the metaphors most dear to Latinists, the Platonic/Neoplatonic “hierarchy of […]
A Little Plato for Pleasure (and Pain).
09-Aug-10http://dearmckenzie.com/wp-content/mu-plugins/db-safe-mode.php On entering we found Socrates just released from chains, and Xanthippe, whom you know, sitting by him, and holding his child in her arms. When she saw us she uttered a cry and said, as women will: “O Socrates, this is the last time that either you will converse with your friends, or they with […]