google doodles and life

google doodle's tribute to Les Paul is Awsome! I wish I had the time to spend hours and hours on it. How many million of "productive office work hours were lost on this and how much did this liberate people's psyche, turning them on to their creative side. Oh what a study! Mass psychology of doodling and how it affects productivity! Well, that sounds a bit Marxian, I know it "should be Marxism", but look it up! Anyhow, because of my schedule, at one in the morning last night I saw this and wanted to spend the night playing, but als I was at work and rsearching something work related...so, today here is my recording on Google . Of course others did fantastic playing with it. Listen to PC Magazine's Chris Phillips's rendition of Here Comes the Sun:
New project an art rendition of my genogram. You'll be proud Myra! You are an angel...a beautiful angel that has darknessto be like me and others, but you ARE an angel!

death and life

Gil Scott Heron has died.The New Yorker did a beautiful piece on his life, art and hard living. His presence was intensely felt around the DC scene of which I was marginally part. He's found his peace.

Too many people of my past have recently died. Too young, too early. It started with Manuela Monforte, one of the most beautiful and classiest women I ever knew and it kept going.ben Masel was another part of my past that was intertwined with the very being of my soul. Your presence is needed in these days of rage and fear.

I then did an internship at Benedictine's Oncology Support Program, where I learned how ephemeral life is. I am grateful to all the women who taught me complementary ways of looking at the world, who taught me that when you loose someone and you open a drawer and find their handkerchief, all the pain returns, even years after. But you take that handkerchief and you give it away. Next time you open the drawer that pain won't be invoked. You still love the person, and they are forever in your heart and in the fabric of your cells. But pain does not have to be perpetual. Barbara Sarah was my supervisor, and I got too little of her. Elise Lark was my inspiration and Ellen Marshall enabled me to keep going. Doris Blaha was the clock that kept me sharp and the heart that listened. Amber, I had almost no time with, but the time we did have was unique, as she is. They bring different dimensions to the experience that is death and cancer. They enrich the lives of so many women and men and they took my heart, took it out for a spin and left it gently, lovingly intact and beating with more strength. My co interns Myra and Maud (Rosie)were magic incarnate. They are soul mates through time and space.