What's not to like?

There is a Ravelry thread, "Yarn Community Love, Support, and Happiness," that I dipped into today. Thought I'd share this post with you.

I dare you not to laugh. It's the best medicine, you know. 💋

Captive on the carousel of time

Another favorite song that I hope will brighten your day. She got it right when she said "It won't be long now 'til you drag your feet to slow the circles down.

With apologies for the sound quality. I liked it because it's not the version that made it to record with the background singers in the chorus.

Yesterday a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
And tearful at the falling of a star

Then the child moved ten times round the seasons
Skated over ten clear frozen streams
Words like when you're older must appease him
And promises of someday make his dreams

And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now
Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town
And they tell him take your time it won't be long now
Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down

And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true
There'll be new dreams maybe better dreams and plenty
Before the last revolving year is through

And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

Kewl Clocks

A video Harvard recently posted of their scientific instrument collection. The one I particularly liked was the clock around the 3:30 spot that was used to synchronize local clocks at train stations, for example, and talks about why that was important (hint: there was often only 1 track btwn stations).

What we won't come up with to keep ourselves entertained/informed.

Here's what was in the HURA* email about the collection: Harvard University has been acquiring scientific instruments for teaching and research since 1672. The Collection of Historical Scientific Instruments was established in 1948 to preserve these instruments as a resource for teaching and research in the history of science and technology. Many of the objects are stunning examples of craftsmanship and art.

* I don't do FB but maybe you can see it.

Art in public places

And the pretty (or pretties) for today is a 1973 film from the Met Museum archive, Art in Public Places.

Enjoy.

And the much shorter 2017 video of the courtyard of the Ameriocan Wing. Those New Yorkers sure do walk fast.

Power of vulnerability

Saw Brené Brown on the CBS morning show today. I thought you might enjoy her TED talk.I share it so we can all develop our courage, compassion, and connection. Her Netflix show, Brené Brown: The Call to Courage, is here.

Wayne Thiebaud

In my continuing efforts to introduce pretties into our daily lives, here's an interview with one of my favorite American painters, Wayne Thiebaud. This one is thanks to New York's Morgan Library & Museum. I'm not sure if I've ever seen one of his works in the flesh. I might have seen this one @ the National Gallery. I'm happy to say at the time I write this, he's still alive.

Anyway, as with most art interviews the works displayed on the screen behind the participants are probably best seen in person but you can't have everything. Where would you put it?

If you want to see more, please take a look @ this.

Solitude

One of my favorite yarn vendors, Habu, forwarded this Pablo Neruda poem to her newsletter.

Keeping Quiet   

                                          

Now we will count to twelve
and we will all keep still
for once on the face of the earth,
let’s not speak in any language;
let’s stop for a second,
and not move our arms so much.

It would be an exotic moment
without rush, without engines;
we would all be together
in a sudden strangeness.

Fishermen in the cold sea
would not harm whales
and the man gathering salt
would not look at his hurt hands.

Those who prepare green wars,
wars with gas, wars with fire,
victories with no survivors,
would put on clean clothes
and walk about with their brothers
in the shade, doing nothing.

What I want should not be confused
with total inactivity.
Life is what it is about;
I want no truck with death.

If we were not so single-minded
about keeping our lives moving,
and for once could do nothing,
perhaps a huge silence
might interrupt this sadness
of never understanding ourselves
and of threatening ourselves with death.
Perhaps the earth can teach us
as when everything seems dead
and later proves to be alive.

Now I’ll count up to twelve
and you keep quiet and I will go.