Sunday, May 13, 2018

Easter Cartoon for Mother's Day

"The Role of Women in the Resurrection"
Cartoon by Naked Pastor David Hayward
April 2, 2018


I've been saving this cartoon since Easter
to share on Mother's Day.

Yet another excellent reminder to
Take Back the Day! because we're Not There Yet!

Might I also recommend
God's Word to Women
by Katharine C. Bushnell
&
A New Gospel for Women:
Katharine Bushnell and the Challenge of Christian Feminism

by Kristin Kobes Du Mez

Thursday, May 10, 2018

Even in California

You Have to Wait for Spring

Santa Clara in March:
The Rain

The Fog

At Last A Blue Sky

Newport Beach in May:
Cloudy in the A.M.

Sunny in the P.M.

Monday, May 7, 2018

On the Grill Pan

First full week of May --
perfect weather for grilling --
or for grill - panning!
September 5, 2015

February 20, 2017

We are cooking animals.
“The beasts have memory, judgment,
and all the faculties and passions
of our minds, in a certain degree;
but no beast is a cook.”


James Boswell (1740 - 95)
from The Journals, 1762-95

Friday, May 4, 2018

May Bee

Lilac Inspiration

Lilac Progress

[I totally stole this idea from my friend Jay!]

On Wednesday I found a big fuzzy bee stuck in my basement sink. I carefully rescued it and transported it to the safety of the great outdoors.

Yesterday afternoon, I saw a bee exactly like that in the black currant bushes right outside my backdoor -- and same thing again this morning! Do you think it's the same bee? Maybee so!

One small step for the environment.

And a happier existence for one humble bumble bee
in our currant and lilac bushes!

May the Fourth Be With You!
A Song for the Day ~ "Rio" ~ Previously

Tuesday, May 1, 2018

May Day Paradise

FIRST OF APRIL

FIRST OF MAY

To One In Paradise ~ Alan Parsons Project

If I could see the sky above
And my mind could be set free
As wild white horses reached the shore
I'd stand alone and oversee

And if the bush before me burns
Should I turn my eyes away
And still the voices I can hear
As clear to me as light of day

I believed in my dreams
Nothing could change my mind
Now I know what they mean
How could I be so blind

Cold sands of time
(Winds that blow as cold as ice
Sounds that come in the night)
Shall hide what is left of me
(Come from Paradise)

I've been through times when no one cared
(Words that were mine)
I've seen clouds in empty skies
When one kind word meant more to me
(Shall last as a memory)

Than all the love in Paradise
I believed in my dreams
Nothing could change my mind
Till I found what they mean
Nothing can save me now

"And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy grey eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleams—
In what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams."


MIDDLE OF APRIL

To One in Paradise ~ Edgar Allan Poe

Thou wast that all to me, love,
For which my soul did pine—
A green isle in the sea, love,
A fountain and a shrine,
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
And all the flowers were mine.

Ah, dream too bright to last!
Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise
But to be overcast!
A voice from out the Future cries,
“On! on!”—but o’er the Past
(Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies
Mute, motionless, aghast!

For, alas! alas! with me
The light of Life is o’er!
No more—no more—no more—
(Such language holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore)
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,
Or the stricken eagle soar!

And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy grey eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleams—
In what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams.

Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Mystic Ouabache

~ Belated Happy Earth (& Water) Day ~
Greetings From the Banks of the Mythic Wabash!
Local Mural by Craig Martin


Fun Fact From
Indiana Department of Natural Resources
:

Wabash is the English spelling of Ouabache
the French name for the river.
French traders named it after the Miami Indian name,
Waapaahsiiki, meaning “it shines white.”

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Several times per week, Gerry and I enjoy breakfast / lunch / dinner at Town & Gown Bistro (situated on North River Road, adjacent to Craig Martin's mural), and we always prefer a view of the mural to any other, drinking our coffee while mesmerized by the deep tones and swirling textures of the Mythic Wabash Man (aka "Celery Bog Man"), rising mysteriously from beneath the mighty river.

We feel so lucky to live just a few blocks not only from the Mighty Wabash, but also from such great public art and such a fine restaurant. Many thanks to artist Craig and Bistro owners Matt & Regen for sharing their talents in the community!

Wabash ~ Ouabache ~ Waapaahsiiki
Believe It Or Not

The River Simply Manifest

So Much Water Moving

Dawn on the Wabash

Come Back to the Present!

Wabash from the Driveway April 8, 2009
[file: finepix March 22, 2009]

Sunday, April 22, 2018

Smarter & Fancier

Thanks to my friend Cate for capturing
this screen print to go along with my blog!
She understands my mission and knows what I'm about!


It's true -- you really can get smarter
(and fancier!) from reading my blog posts --
every few days, fortnightly, monthly!

If you don't believe me, how about these testimonials
from some of my highly intelligent readers:

Back in my second year of blogging, my sweet little darling niece
Anna sent this inspiring reponse:

Hi Aunt Kit! I was getting ready to go to sleep, when I stopped by your facebook page and clicked on the link to your blog to check out your newest entry -- and of course ended up reading the past three months worth. I love your style of writing. It's so calming, relaxing, intelligent, and home-y. Sort of like a really great bedtime story. Speaking of which, I really should be heading that way. Thanks for writing!
Love you, xoxo♥

September 8, 2010 at 11:34pm

More recently, my loyal reader and oft - quoted friend
Burnetta wrote on my behalf:

My friend Kitti has kept a blog going for a long time now. They always touch something deep within me. I hope that you will take time to read this one. I can feel memory creeping up on me at odd times, in the line of a grocery store, driving by a landmark, the smell of an autumn fire. Memories are still a real part of my life and make it richer. As my memory stumbles at times for 'facts', my tactile and sensory memories seem stronger. Memories remind us of who we are at the core.
Downfall or Saving Grace?

Literary commentary means so much,
coming from our creative family friend
Renee:

R: I just wanted to say how much I love your blog especially the poetry. I just shared your late friend Celine's poem "Spring." Truly meaningful writing. I just followed you on the blog list. Please don't ever stop sending these out.

K: Thanks Renee! You just made my day! Cyberspace really is FULL OF DEAR FRIENDS! (Not just a black hole as I sometimes fear.) All is well here.

R: I am happy to know that but I really mean it. You have put me back in touch with poetry and Emily Bronte.

K: I know you do; I never doubted. Thanks for being a true friend, over the years and over the miles.

R: I have realized as I get older, that real friends (people you have shared large segments of your life with) are always friends. No matter how little you see them. I try to only have friends on FB. You know what I mean -- not just FB friends. Emily Bronte, I am coming back to you.❤

R: I appreciate yr discussion of Virginia W. She is a woman who should never pass into oblivion. I enjoy yr blog immensely. Thank you.


And from one of the keenest intellectuals
I've had the joy to meet through blogging,
Brigit always has some encouraging words:

B: You're a cultural force of nature!
K: Thanks Brigit -- just one of the many services I offer!
B: Keep the great content coming!

April 21, 2015

B: For anyone who who enjoys poetry, wisdom, culture and just general loveliness, you can't do better than my friend Kitti Carriker's blog. She's a scholar, teacher, traveler and general student of life.

K: Brigit, thanks so much for your kind words. Your praise was so high that I felt I might have actually been a little lazy this time, so I gave the post some fine tuning to make sure it lived up to your compliments. Thanks for inspiring me to keep at it!

B: Kitti Carriker is a ninja. This blog is really a public service and should be read far and wide.

Bright Blue October ~ Oct 19 2017

B: You always have the best pictures, poems and commentary -- long live Kitti Carriker!
Winter Solstice 2017

B: Your posts shine a clear light in all this darkness. Thank you and keep up the good work.
Moonset

Thanks everybody -- for all the kind words!

Anthony W
Shout out to Kitti Carriker, a great valuer of poetry
January 10, 2018

Barbara S
You have the heart of a poet and the eye of an artist💙
Panera Still Life

Gabrielle S
Oh so beautiful! Thank you Kitti! Your blog is wonderful.
This post made my morning.
Every comment and everything about this post is AWESOME!

September 8, 2009

Joni
Kitti honestly without you in my life there would be no poetry.
January 2011 / 2018

Nancy S
You have an incredible way of linking history to your personal life!
I love your links!

Norman Rockwell's Birthday

Tim T
Thanks, Kitti for your unending eloquent endeavor;
it is a reading pleasure I enjoy!

October 26, 2014



P.S.
DAILY or QUOTIDIAN?
or Hey, has anybody seen my Self - Confidence?

Back when I started this blog, a little voice of Anxiety / Imposter Syndrome made fun of my title, reading over my shoulder and sneering: "Quotidian?" As if I were a self-important academic showoff. Sticking up for myself, I said, "Don't laugh at my diction!" Imposter Response: "I will laugh." I'm over that, right? The real question is why such criticisms go straight to the heart of my self - esteem, but they do.

Outwardly, I stood by my word choice, deeming it rather elegant and straightforward -- smarter and fancier, shall we say! Yet, inwardly, there is always the second-guessing. I felt so mortified, like all of a sudden -- oh my gosh do I look pretentious and stupid and pathetic in the eyes of the world and all (if there are any) of my readers? I had to keep assuring myself that it was okay; that I was not an idiot; that "quotidian" is a perfectly good word that has been in both my written and spoken vocabulary for lo these many years.

Thursday, April 19, 2018

Coffee With Flaubert

Postmodernism

How insightful of Flaubert to predict the 21st Century internet
in his assessment of the 19th Century trains:

"Gustave [Flaubert, 1821 – 1880] belonged to the first railway generation in France; and he hated the invention. . . . he hated the way it flattered people with the illusion of progress. What was the point of scientific advance without moral advance? The railway would merely permit more people to move about, meet and be stupid together" (108, emphasis added).

from Flaubert's Parrot by Julian Barnes

For more Coincidence & Connection
See my Fortnightly Post
~ "Trees, Trains, and Idiots" ~

For more on this blog from Flaubert's Parrot

The Sadness of Hydrangeas

Colored Panes: Flaubert & Pearce

Primrose Path

Monday, April 16, 2018

Recent Reads

"gathering up bits of the world
& setting them out in an order
that her children can understand"

StoryPeople by Brian Andreas

Even though my kids are grown now, this is what I continue to strive for day after day on my blogs -- "gathering up bits of the world & setting them out in an order" -- if not for children, for adults, and for myself to understand.

Quotidian: "realize life while [you] live it -- every, every minute."

Fortnightly: "hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture and, if possible, speak a few reasonable words." ~Goethe

Book List: "put [your] faith in books . . . "

On all three blog sites, as I've said before, my goal is to draw connections between daily life and literature of all genres (my favorite novels, haiku, sonnets, song lyrics, contemporary poetry, and so forth), always looking for the intersection of the quotidian and the artistic, complete with visuals, intertwining the two threads until a pattern emerges from the chaos.

New Posts @ Kitti's Book List

March 31 ~ Makin' a list, checkin’ it twice . . .


Fiction:
The Truth According to Us
by Annie Barrows

&

The Goldfinch
by Donna Tartt

April 6 ~ Always Skeptical Never Cynical

Non - fiction:
Evicted: Poverty and Profit in the American City
by Matthew Desmond (2017)

&

Teaching in the Terrordome:
Two Years in West Baltimore with Teach for America

by Heather Kirn Lanier (2012)

Friday, April 13, 2018

Bones, Trees, Houses

"Bones...trees.....houses"
Cartoon by Michael Lipsey

A few weeks ago, when writing about the Guayacan Tree (and shortly thereafter on the Vernal Equinox) there was one quotation that kept eluding me, something I read somewhere about trees and houses made of bones. After an hour of fruitless searching for the lost thought, I gave up locating the passage and posted the essay without it, even though it would have made such a perfect connection. I lamented the failed memory recall, filing away the almost but not quite remembered line under "maybe one day I'll relocate it."
Today was the day!

I guess I know what I'm going to discuss tomorrow for my

Fortnightly Connection & Coincidence!

Stay tuned for

"Trees, Trains, and Idiots"!

Tuesday, April 10, 2018

Imposter Syndrome

Authenticity
Cartoon by Michael Lipsey

I was intrigued when my nephew Jerrod posted the definition of imposter syndrome: "the inability to internalize your accomplishments; the persistent fear of being exposed as a 'fraud.'"

Jerrod concluded: "I'm sure I have this; I've always said I've lucked into everything in my life."

And I had to concur: "Interesting and worrisome concept. A little voice inside my head likes to tell me that anything I've ever done (being a teacher, a writer, a parent, a daughter, etc.) has been substandard. Why is that? Now I know!"

Wikipedia says that the term was coined in 1978 by clinical psychologists, but I'm thinking back to 1977, when Marilyn French wrote The Women's Room and I felt in my gut the terrible truth of Kyla's oral exam:
" 'I really failed. . . . That's the truth. . . . They said I passed. . . . But I really failed. . . . They demoralized me, they had that kind of power, I gave them that kind of power. . . . I can't feel legitimate . . . ' " (563 - 564).
Sure sounds like "imposter syndrome" to me! I suppose it has been around forever and that we all (well, maybe not all?) suffer the side effects from time to time. Time to upgrade that self - image! But how?

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Here's one helpful tip.
Should you ever start to feel this way, don't!
Please remember: untrue!
That's just the anxiety talking.

Instead, remember this message that
my nephew Hans sent awhile back
These are the true words!
I keep them in my saved file
and re-read whenever necessary:

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Thanks again to Michael Lipsey, Jerrod Rosenbluth,
and Hans Carriker for sharing these insights!

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P.S.
The Anxiety Lying to Me?
or Hey, has anybody seen my Self - Confidence?

I often brood about the perceived valuelessness of my role -- berating myself for not generating revenue, for lacking ambition, for giving up the struggle to do both the career and the kids. Yes, I was so lucky to be at home with my flexible schedule and my piano, my books, and my e-mail, my grocery store just around the corner and my kids across the street in their little brick school house. My family can live without my practicing my profession, and so can I, though at times I do feel rather useless and non-contributory, and non-revenue-generating. Still, it's hard not to love such a great life.

Even so, I sometimes fear that being respected around here is indeed tied to working for money. These days, working for love doesn't really count (if it ever did) as anything more than some kind of peculiar self - indulgent hobby. Of course, that may be just a distorted misreading on my part: you know, the ache of modernism, the quandary of the new millennium, the price of feminism, not to mention a surefire way of punishing myself in my head for never working hard enough, never being good enough. After all, the theme of my fundamentalist protestant upbringing was: "You should be ashamed of yourself, young lady." So is it any surprise that I am, even now at age 60? Pathetic, I know, but true.

Saturday, April 7, 2018

They're not laughing now; no, wait, yes they are!

Thanks to Gene Ziegler
for posting one of Gerry's old favorites!

And reappearing for the Easter season
is the favorite Christmas Joke
of born comedian, Gerry McCartney:
"Dad being silly, also threat of decapitation."
New Year's Eve ~ Raleigh, North Carolina

Thanks to Ben for filming, and Cathleen for laughing! In case you miss it, starting right around the 2:25 mark, Gerry says: "I'm going to open a cheese shop in the Holy Land. I'm gonna call it Cheeses of Nazareth" (and I make a brief appearance at 3:30)

P.S.
This was NOT
a church service,
even though it was held in a church
-- it was just regular old stand - up comedy,
sponsored by the community as a New Year's Eve event.

P.S.S.
On a more serious note, you can watch:
Gerry's Global Session Video
at the Cisco Global Sales Conference
in the MGM Grand Garden Arena
Las Vegas ~ August 2018

Wednesday, April 4, 2018

On This Day

On this day 90 years ago
Maya Angelou was born
April 4, 1928 - May 28, 2014 (age 86)
Google Doodle

"Are we not the same citizens who struggled, marched, and
went to jail to obliterate legalized racism from our country?
Didn't we dream of a country where freedom was in
the national conscience and dignity was the goal?"

On this day 50 years ago
Martin Luther King, Jr. was assassinated
January 15, 1929 – April 4, 1968 (age 39)
Google Doodle

"No. No, we are not satisfied and
we will not be satisfied until
'justice rolls down like water and
righteousness like a mighty stream.' "


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Previous Martin Luther King, Jr. Posts


I Only Have Hearts For You
Dark Days
Do Not Worry, Do Not Hurry, Just Eat Curry!
Teach Your Children Well
Love & Justice, Both Blind
A Song for Martin Luther King Day
Light, Love, and Community on MLK Day
Martin Luther King, Jr. Day

Winter Reading
Do Not Worry, Do Not Hurry, Just Eat Curry!

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Previous Maya Angelou Posts

A Noble Country

Heart of Hearts
Handed My Own Life
Dagmar's Birthday
Lost and Foundy

More on Facebook

Saturday, March 31, 2018

Steeple Bells

Can you see the twinkle lights twisted
around the upper & lower porch railings?
I was planning all along to photograph the railing lights
-- which have been up since Christmas --
and then the Easter snowfall was an added bonus!
A Surprising Easter Evening Snowfall!
(Photos added April 1st ~
Nature's idea of an April Fools prank?)
"Shall we be a people who live in the darkness of denial and / or impotent rage? Or are we willing to step out and take the risk of believing, however humbly and lowly, in Christmas [and Easter] and that the little twinkling lights we see everywhere represent a great light?"
The Rev. Nancy C. Tiederman,
friend, teacher, priest & spiritual advisor

A couple of years ago, I was regretting the misplacement of some long forgotten Easter poems (something about a steeple against an April sky "and I grew small again"; and another one about hearing church bells and the voice of God). Would I ever remember where I had filed them?

Amazingly yes! All three losses were restored to me, along with a bit of hope.

"When I heard
the church bells ring
I thought I heard
the voice of God."


Albert Schweitzer (1875 - 1965)
French-German Theologian & Renaissance Man
quotation found in
Quiet Thoughts: Reflections on the Meaning of Life
by Weaver & Whitley

"He was a rationalist,
but he had to confess that
he liked the ringing of
church bells."


Anton Chekhov (1860 – 1904)
Russian playwright and short-story writer
quotation found in
Women, Heroes, and a Frog
by Nina Leen (1909 - 1995)

St. John's Church ~ Lafayette Square ~ Washington DC
Photo from my visit ~ October 2017

No Greater Heights

Eagerly,
I scanned the canvasses
of ancient masters -- drew forth
each hidden secret of their craft,
each principle of line, and form, and hue.

And I grew wise in Art.

Fervently,
I studied works
of great composers -- delved deep in melody
and mood, probed structure and technique.

And I grew wise in Music.

Avidly,
I thumbed through yellowed
manuscripts -- through ragged volumes, thick
with dust, and plied my mind with formulas
and rules.

And I grew wise in Science.

Philosophers and men of wit, I read --
plundered every single source
of knowledge, made captive all the learning
of all time until, I though
I towered in Wisdom over all.

And then I saw a steeple,
against an Easter dawn.

And I was small again.


Bernard S. Patrick (Copyright, 1954, John Deere)
poem found in Easter Ideals, 1964 (Vol 21, No 2)

Steeple of St. Peter's Church ~ Philadelphia
Photograph taken by Ben McCartney ~ February 2018

Cathedral Cherry Blossoms ~ Washington, DC
Photograph taken by Ben McCartney ~ March 2004

Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Rest in Peace Virginia Woolf

"Let us not take it for granted that life exists more fully
in what is commonly thought big than
in what is commonly thought small. . . .
Down, down into the midst of ordinary things."


1902 & 1927
George Charles Beresford - Virginia Woolf in 1902 - RestorationVirginia Woolf 1927

Rest in Peace Virginia Woolf:
25 January 1882 ~ 28 March 1941



See more on facebook
and more on my Fortnightly Post:
~ March 28 ~ Who's Afraid? Fear Not! ~

Google Doodle Celebration on YouTube

Sunday, March 25, 2018

Walkway to the Sun


Equinox Sunset by Beata ~ 22 March 2018
Beata: Such a beautiful day. Coming back from my meeting at the library, I experienced the most spectacular sunset. At the stop sign, I paused to enjoy the sun going down. I literally spent ten minutes waiting for it in the middle of the road.

Kitti: It was worth the wait! In the first picture, I really like the included reflection on the hood of the car!

Beata:
Ha ha, in the second picture I wanted to avoid that!

Kitti: I know! And I saw you got rid of the wires, which I am also always trying to avoid. On the other hand, sometimes those little unwanted details add an interesting touch.

Beata: You got it right! I love your photo, especially pretty because the winding walkway leads toward raising sun and the branches mirror the movement of the walkway.
Sunrise the Next Morning

Sky Full of Wires