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DECEMBER 04
DECEMBER 03
DECEMBER 02
DECEMBER 01
NOVEMBER 04
NOVEMBER 03
NOVEMBER 02
NOVEMBER 01
OCTOBER 05
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SEPTEMBER 04
SEPTEMBER 03
SEPTEMBER 02
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AUGUST 04
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WEDDING

Via Colori 2005
Goodale Park | Street painting festival.

SEPTEMBER, 2005

O C T O B E R 1 , 2 0 0 5

Spaghetti Warehouse
Brian Boru's afterwards.

S E P T E M B E R 3 0 , 2 0 0 5

Watterson v. Covington (Ky.) Catholic
Watterson's homecoming game.

S E P T E M B E R 2 9 , 2 0 0 5

Choir rehearsal
On the way out, M. & I stopped to put something in the locked Altar Guild room. On opening the door, we saw water seeping toward us across the floor. Entering, both faucets were wide open and the sink full and overflowing.

In a locked room.

We shut off the faucets and mopped up the water with towels; and wondered. How does that happen?

Bexley afterwards.

Photo shoot for HomeFront
On Broad Street

S E P T E M B E R 2 8 , 2 0 0 5

ABOVE A touch of blue. In the kitchen. For Amy, because I kept forgetting to make a peanut butter sandwich for her for lunch, even after I said I would. This was on Monday, right after the lesson for Sunday had been Jesus' parable about the son who told his father he would go into the fields and work, and then did not go. A wrong time for my memory to fail to remind me.

Water problems
Upon waking this morning, there was running water for Amy. When I got up a little later, there was none. None at all -- even with the faucet wide open.

A drop or two from the kitchen faucet downstairs, but that was all/

I decided not to shave.

According to the water department's phone recording, intermittent water pressure fluctuations can be expected in the vicinity of 18th and Main. No word on the duration of the expected pressure fluctuations.

ABOVE AND BELOW The back garden at noon. (The fountain had no problem with pressure fluctuations.) The fountain sparkles as it pours into the pond, and Charlie looks up after searching around to see what I found so fascinating over by the pond.

S E P T E M B E R 2 7 , 2 0 0 5

ABOVE Busy bees. In the back garden.

BELOW More from Via Colori. Steve Streets, the tuba guy/dude, played up and down Park Street throughout the festival. Sunday night he was entertaining the ladies at the square next to mine and we got to here a good bit of singing and playing (Charlie eventually reconciled himself to it, but did not appreciate the tuba at all). I didn't follow the entire story, but he said he adopted the Streets name after learning his mother wasn't really his mother and experiencing other family dislocations -- Streets just seemed to fit -- as he is now pretty much living on the streets.

ABOVE The pond at Goodale Park. In a very light drizzle.

ABOVE The smallest dog. At Via Colori -- and there were several quite small dogs. And many big ones.

S E P T E M B E R 2 6 , 2 0 0 5

A day of rest
After a weekend of not-rest.

Story of his life
Salman Rushdie, Living and Writing On an Epic Scale | Washington Post

... he talks about "Shalimar the Clown," and the way he's used his storytelling skills to evoke the increasingly borderless universe we now inhabit, in which "everything is leaking into everything else."

...

As it happens, English writers had shaped his sensibility even before he'd left India. At an evening reading sponsored by Politics and Prose at Temple Sinai on Military Road NW, Rushdie will startle an audience of close to 500 people by citing as his earliest literary influences none other than Agatha Christie and P.G. Wodehouse.

Really? The creators of Miss Marple and Jeeves?

"They're fantastic storytellers," he explains, "whatever else they may or may not be." And "when I began to think seriously about writing, I thought it was very important to try and return narrative to the center of the literary novel." Because if you "put a big narrative engine in the middle of the book, people will swallow almost anything else. I mean, you can do all kinds of weird stuff around it and people will go along with it, because if you've got them by the throat and you're dragging them through the story, they want to find out what happened next."

...

One more thing:

How did he dream up the wonderful bedtime fable that Ophuls tells his daughter, the one about the ambitious man in the palace of power? Abbreviated some, it goes like this:

To reach the room where the man of power sits, you must first get past the jackal-headed man, the man with the head of the rabid dog and a whole labyrinth of other monstrous threats. If you penetrate these defenses, the man of power must give you your heart's desire -- "that's the rule" -- but other monsters will rip and claw at your treasure as you try to leave. Finally outside again, "clutching your poor, torn remnant, you must persuade the skeptical crowd -- the envious, impotent crowd! -- that you have returned with everything you wanted. If you don't, you'll be marked as a failure forever."

Are we talking Washington, or what? Does Rushdie know that he might as well be describing the career of Bill Clinton?

He does. "Lobbying about the fatwa," he says -- straight-faced, not laughing now -- "I got into a lot of similar corridors."

Call it reportage, call it experience -- call it whatever you want. Salman Rushdie's instinct was to turn it into a story.

S E P T E M B E R 1 8 , 2 0 0 5

ABOVE The finished work. Via Colori 2005.

Via Colori | View photo gallery
Made it back around 1 and kept at it until almost 4.30. Then after (finally) resolving to support the festival and get salads from Buca's tent for dinner, Amy brought over Charlie and we meandered through the artwork, up and down the streets, and attempted to wait out the 8 p.m. "surprise finale" that the Dispatch had promised.

We gave up not long before 8, deciding that were there truly a surprise ending, they had waited too long to get to for us and most other spectators. Perhaps the surprise will be reported somewhere someday.

Many more photos posted at Flickr. Faster posting, less personal design.

Proclaim the glory of the Lord | Borop Liles, arr. Mayfield
Sang the choir. And the bell choir played an arrangement of Spirit of God, Descend Upon My Heart, one of my favorite hymns.