Friday, October 31, 2008

Party at Marty's

So here's the mural - here's the party- once again - hats off to Marty !

Time Flys

Owen turns 17 on November 3rd - so hard to believe it.  Listening to "Who Knows Where the Time Goes?" sung by Daniel Martin Moore. Thanks for letting me know about this cd. 

Leonard Thompson

Well over 50 years ago my father stopped into a remote little airport with one runway in West Palm Beach. He was on his way to Miami to look for work flying seaplanes and stopped into this little airport to look around. He met Leonard Thompson there and Leonard offered him a job flying for Bahamas Air on the spot. This was the beginning of a life long friendship with my parents and the Thompsons. They moved to the Bahamas and my older brothers, Rick and Mike, spent their earliest years there. Leonard became my brother Mike's godfather and they managed to stay in touch over the years. Leonard let Mike live with the family when he was getting his pilot's license after college and later, when Mike and Louise married and had children -they would visit Leonard in Abaco. When their daughter Whitney married Kevin, they chose a tiny island in Abaco for the ceremony...interesting that three generations have stayed so connected as the result of one chance encounter.

Leonard Thompson passed away in late October.

Following are remarks delivered by Prime Minister Hubert Ingraham at the official funeral service for former Abaco Member of Parliament Captain Leonard M. Thompson in Marsh Harbour, Abaco, on Sunday, October 26, 2008.
In his well-known inspirational poem, If, the poet Rudyard Kipling sets out what he regarded as the necessary qualities and characteristics for one who would aspire to the grand title of "A Man."
The poet set a high bar indeed with many challenges, many exacting demands, many tests of character, many very big ifs. So high is Kipling's bar that the number of those who would rise to it, I would venture to say, would not amount to a multitude.
Yet, he who was once a barefoot boy in Hope Town, Abaco, came to be an outstanding man on whom, I believe, the poet would have willingly and enthusiastically placed his stamp of approval.
Leonard Maurice Thomp-son led a most extraordinary life in which he demonstrated that he could indeed keep his head under the most trying circumstances.
He demonstrated that he had not only the determination to succeed but the patience to wait when waiting was necessary.
He was a dreamer who did not allow dreams to become his master but rather an inspiration to achieve great things for himself, his home island of Abaco, his country and – it is not an exaggeration to say – the wider world."

Thursday, October 30, 2008


''No Junk Fusion,'' proclaims a sign at the weedy curbside of a forlorn stretch of Route 23 in Little Falls. A protest against radioactive waste? No; it turns out to be a restaurant's credo.The restaurant is Tomo's Cuisine, and the credo is Tomo's, too -- Tomonori Tanaka, that is, the chef, owner and guiding spirit behind this bite-sized year-old restaurant. Fusion, of course, is the reigning concept in upmarket Japanese cuisine, popularized by the celebrity chef Nobu Matsuhisa and 10,000 imitators: the idea that traditional ingredients and techniques can be elevated and transformed by fusing them with those of other cultures. Mr. Tanaka wants no part of it. In a telephone interview recently, I told him I had found his dishes remarkable in their simplicity and directness. He waved the compliment away. ''To me this is ordinary,'' he said. ''I didn't do anything new. That's why I hate fusion. We have so much good food in Japan, without touching anything.'' Mr. Tanaka, 44, who came to this country in his early 20s, has cooked in Japanese restaurants on both coasts -- much of that time in South Orange, at a previous Tomo's Cuisine. He closed that restaurant several years ago and took what he called a ''long vacation,'' returning to Japan for a bracing dose of the fusion-free real thing before reopening in Little Falls last November. " NY TIMES

Almost Halloween

time for masks, costumes and the finest line between seasons.


"There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it's going to be a butterfly."

attributed to  Buckminster Fuller  
as well as his Aunt, Sarah Fuller

Dinner at Solu

Patty met me at the airport around 8 and we drove to Singer Island to meet Jackie for dinner at Solu.  It was a beautiful, quiet, late night dinner in a fairly deserted restaurant. The next day we read the Palm Beach Post and learned that Barack Obama was staying at the same resort.

Saturday, October 18, 2008

A Trip

Taking off for a few days.


"That the world is, is the mystical."

Friday, October 17, 2008

The Art of Healing

Images from a new exhibition in the gallery at the College of St. Elizabeth, The Art of Healing. Each work was accompanied by a simple narrative by the artist,  thoughts on the transformative power of art. This show is a rare occasion to see the work of Kadie Dempsey and Dan Fenelon in the same gallery.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Part of a Song

"In the park the leaves are falling
 so begins the autumn again.
  Sun without a spark of heat
  shining cold in the room
  where I am.
  Staring out rainwater windows
  people walk the black boulevards
  blown about like falling leaves
  soft as memories through my tears.

  By the bridge the river's whisper
  echoes only emptiness i know
  floes of ice and frosted light
  l learned the lonely language long ago."

  Lyrics by Kevin Curran

 Happy Birthday a day late.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

He Did It

Here's to Ryan ! His goal was to make this team as a walk-on and he did it. Here he is departing the faceoff.

Friday, October 10, 2008

Painted a Banner

painted this a few weeks ago - white acrylic paint on nylon floated out there on  bamboo - took a cast of lovely characters to make it happen - a famous author, Bali, and a local bamboo expert. it existed in my brain many years before it appeared here. it's simple but it's not simple. 

Reading Handmade Books

reading beautiful books, thanks for these amazing gifts, they are works of art.

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

Just Past Summer

melancholy autumn wind
blown through the world
the grass waves
we drift to the moor
drift to the sea

Ikkyu Sojun 

Saturday, October 04, 2008

An "eff"

"Five mysteries hold the key to the unseen: the act of love, the birth of a baby, the contemplation of great art, being in the presence of death or disaster and hearing the human voice lifted in song. These are the occasions when the bolts of the universe fly open and we are given a glimpse of what is hidden; an eff of the ineffable."

Salman Rushdie