The Dhammazedi Bell has long fascinated those captivated by lost treasure. It was cast around 1484 by order of King Dhammazedi in what is now Myanmar. The bell was a gift to the nearby gold Schwedagon Pagoda, the most sacred Buddhist site in the country.
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One day my fifth grade teacher walked up to my desk and asked me why I squinted when I looked at the blackboard. Until then I had no idea I was a squinter. It must have been a rhetorical question because she must have known why I squinted. She sent me to the nurse’s office(…)
A mirror is handy to have in my studio because it allows me to see my work in reverse. I find this useful because after long concentration my eyes often go dead to what I’m painting and a mirror reveals the flaws. Yesterday while painting I reached for the small mirror on the taboret beside(…)
John Doe’s photograph appeared sporadically in the paper for a month, when he died. I’d been following this story and had hoped someone would identify him. I’d even doodled a sketch from the newspaper clipping I’d come to know so well. It seemed a travesty that this man died without friends or loved ones at his side, his only possessions the rags he was wearing when found on the street.
June is a time of celebration at Casa Chatterbox. Thursday would have been my dad’s 88th birthday, Friday was our son’s birthday, and yesterday Mrs. Chatterbox and I celebrated our fortieth wedding anniversary. This picture shows us shortly after our honeymoon when we’d moved into an old duplex in West Los Angeles. I’d inherited the apartment(…)
I decided to take little CJ to the park to feed the ducks and distract me from fretting that I’d never land another job. At the park it started to rain. I’d failed to consider the weather and hadn’t grabbed CJ’s umbrella or raincoat. Adding to my failure as a provider, I now felt like a failure as a parent. When the shower hardened into heavy rain we took shelter under a tree that did little to keep us dry. I noticed an empty
Verona is a beautiful Italian city famous for someone who never lived there, as described by someone unlikely to have even visited Verona. Any guesses who I’m talking about? This should help: “But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east and (?) is the sun.” Don’t have it yet? “O Romeo,(…)
There’s a nasty bug going around our neck of the woods. There’s probably one going around where you live as well. Yesterday I took Grandma Chatterbox to see her doctor for a post surgery checkup. (Yes, I did provide her with hair removal cream for her visit with handsome Dr. Fernando.) I noticed that many(…)
Disclaimer: if you have an intense fear of your mortality you might want to pass on this post. The public’s fascination with zombies never ceases to amaze me. TV shows like Zombie Hunters, Dead Set and Zombie Apocalypse receive huge ratings. And I know half a dozen bloggers who critique episodes of The Walking Dead with the seriousness of English majors(…)
I love it when bloggers post music videos. I don’t make enough time in my life for music and one of my New Year’s resolutions is to add more music to my life. I inherited my dad’s radio when he passed a few years ago but I’ve yet to turn it on. Dad was a(…)