Requesat en Pace

[madshutterbug]

On this date in 1907 Robert Anson Heinlein was born in Butler Missouri. If you're wondering why this means anything to me, you've not read my Interests on the Profile, eh? Mr. Heinlein is sometimes called the Dean of American Science Fiction. I don't know about that. I do consider him a consumate storyteller, one who to the best of my knowledge never claimed to be anything but a storyteller. That's as opposed to, say, a literary genious.

Probably because of that honesty, as well as inate skill, he is indeed one of my favourite writers. And so I nod my head towards Missouri today, lift a glass, and say, "TANSTAAFL."

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[jehannamama.livejournal.com]

An artist can look at a pretty girl and see the old woman she will become. A better artist can look at an old woman and see the pretty girl she used to be. A GREAT artist can look at an old woman, portray her exactly as she is, and force the viewer to se the pretty girl she used to be, more than that, he can make anyone with the sensitivity of an armadillo see that this lovely young girl is still alive, prisoned inside her ruined body. He can make you feel the quiet endless tragedy that there was never a girl born who ever grew older that eighteen in her heart.

Jubal in Stranger In A Strange Land

Nothin' truer said.

[madshutterbug.livejournal.com]

I liked Auguste Rodin's work from the first pieces (probably reproductions, but whatever) I saw; 'The Thinker' is outside the Detroit Metropolitan Museum. I mightn't of been able to tell you why, as described here. Still, this is one of my favorite portions of that story; as well as the close follow-up that it's time to stop looking for a while and meditate on what is observed/felt.

I don't know that I'll succeed, but this is one of my metresticks to measure my photography.