May 1st, 2002

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News from coconuts

We don't take any news or entertainment magazines anymore, but instead
just take magazines about things which interest us, like U/U World and
Chess Life and Review. I frequently get my "special interest story" news from the internet, supplementing my generally deficient knowledge of background with google searches. I "pat myself on the back" that I sometimes will spend a morning or an afternoon at the public library, soaking in culture both high and low. This way, I learn about my little place in the universe, while still avoiding stacking my home with glossy photos and people disguised as columnists who should have better things to do. It's been a while since I've had a chance to spend time on a "magazine browse" at the library, but lately everywhere I go I seem to be surrounded by time and an electic assortment of magazines. So now I know which computer equipment Bjork used for Vespertine, the story of the terribly sad 15,000 strong army of kidnapped and abused children in Uganda, how the planets are aligning, which actress among Selma Blair, Cameron Diaz and Christina Applegate one Rolling Stone journalist prefers (based on silly questions in interviews), which binoculars and MP3 players to buy, and how the shadow cabinet fellow involving money matters in the UK is formidable precisely because, the Economist opines, he will never have any real power. Having soaked in everything from how Moby's apartment looks to the joys of bicycling the railroad trail in Caprock Canyon in the Texas Panhandle, I feel at one with All Knowledge, and All Ideas. But in fact, I read it all in a magazine.
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    "Barrytown" by Steely Dan
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My self-editing segues into a lovely garden

I deleted two tries at the story of the Republican Activist who sat next to me on the Airplane, and instead interrupt that potential programming to discuss Descanso Gardens. I had some time to kill today, in La Canada, California, so I headed to Descanso Gardens. Descanso is a beautiful public garden bracketed by the Verdugo Mountains.
The highlight of the garden is the immense camellia tree forest, but all year round, it's a fascinating place. My wife and I lived just twenty minutes from here, and neary every weekend I'd come here and walk.
On Saturday mornings, deer would shyly hop away as
one approached. Each Thanksgiving, all the leaves on the giant gingko tree would turn a bright yellow and fall off just in time for turkey. The gardens are always lovely, and they are in some very personal way very much Home to me. A home I now live 1400 miles away from, admittedly, but home nonetheless.

May Day is past the best California camellia bloom--the three main "brands" of camellias bloom in December, January and February in Southern California. Still, the last fading camellia blooms could still be seen on many trees. The rose garden was a marvel--roses of every shape and hue everywhere.
The native plant garden was filled with golden California poppy and fairyduster--that scraggly, almost ethereal desert bush that has "featherduster" red blooms a few months a year. I took a throwaway camera roll of photos, to be affixed to corrugated plastic (corruplast) cards and sent out as mail art. I only had thirty five minutes in that garden,
but to me this sort of time is Eternal Life.
I have seen the gateways of Heaven open, and they are in bloom....
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    white-blooming shrub