Barbara Walters in her recent exclusive interview called Syrian President Bashar Al Assad “Accidental Dictator”. He snorted when asked if he felt guilty for the 4000 people killed by his forces, and with a smile said it is not his fault as he is only their president, not responsible or even aware of their actions. Wow. Where does the buck stop in Syria?
Researching his face to find strong expression was hard. Beyond happy propaganda shots where he looks like my politely cordial, pleasant-looking, neighbor it was nearly impossible to find any other strong emotions on his face. He was either happy or blank.
What DOES evil look like? Is denial of facts and hold to personal power at all costs a pathology or deliberate ego trip? IS it an emotional handicap benign in a life lived on an average scale, but deadly when indulged in a leader? If Bashar lived out his life as the opthomologist he was trained to be, would he, Syria and the rest of our world be better off today?
I stumbled across his words from decades ago. How they resonate today with the Occupy movement. The demonstrators all over are being systematically cleaned out, news is moving onto other stuff, but the issues that split us apart, and ultimately will degrade our democracy, remain …
Master of landscape design. Horticulturist extraordinaire. A Disney Legend and the Mastermind and Green Thumb behind their themeparks’ ever transforming, living botanical magic. I was lucky to meet him at the onset of my Disney adventure.
Bill was also a great mentor, friend, and an all around wonderful, warm, often fun and witty guy. He passed away a while ago, but still lives on through the countless seeds he planted – in the soils and in the hearts that arose touched.
My daughter’s best friend had been in our life since before she was born. Madi is part of our extended family of dearest friends, and one of the coolest, smartest, most Zen, and gracious kids I ever met.
Monterey “Cannery Row” men. Self made. Colorful. Smart. Adventurous. John Steinbeck. Spent a few days in his Old neighborhood and inspiration with Kym and Paul, both living embodiments of Steinbecks’ independent spirit.
Steinbeck would not recognize his old neighboorhood now.
Aging is desired when we are kids, and despised when we get old. Our culture worships perky boobs & firm buttocks to stay young long past natural expiration date, and misses the beauty present at every stage of life, wrinkles & all.
The “old” face with its spiderweb footprints of life experience was actually much more interesting and challenging to draw. The “bold” girl is a young relative in her early 20′s, presenting herself as older and experienced than her true age. Aging is a one way street with a dead end. Why hurry?
SO let’s carpe diem… here and now. Tomorrow will get here soon enough. Enjoy!
Growing up in a communist flat: a cramped box 8-floors up a smelly elevator, I dreamt of living in a “Secret Garden” from the classic childhood story.
My friend John Greenlee, a well-know “grass geek” & wild garden designer EXTRAORDINAIRE has been planting such enchanted secret spots all over the West Coast for decades. Today, on a rainy afternoon I revisited his latest creation.
It was Magic. Whimsy. Fun. Shelter. Sanctuary. In the midst of bland, low income urban sprawl of Pomona he transformed a piece of ugly dirt into a beautiful, green NeverLand – with skyscraper tree forts, trashcan space ships, grass amphitheatres and secret passages buried in 15′ tall African grass, bamboo and fields of blooms.
Yep. Dreams can come true. All it takes is seeds, water, and friends with fertile imagination!