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Chameleon: An Interactive Exploration

Part VI -- Reminiscing Anecdotally

"S/he who dies with the most toys wins." -- Ole' Blue Eyes

"May you live in interesting times."
"Sheng Yu You Huan Si Yu An Le"

"The world of books is the most remarkable creation of man. Nothing else that he builds ever lasts. Monuments fall, nations perish, civilizations grow old and die out; and, after an era of darkness, new races build others. But in the world of books are volumes that have seen this happen again and again, and yet live on, still young, still as fresh as the day they were written, still telling men's hearts of the hearts of men centuries dead."
-- Clarence Shepard Day, Jr., once-reknowned author, poet, artist, and outspoken supporter of women's rights

"My love for you is like the ocean: vast, volatile, and potentially deadly."
-- male cartoon character to his woman friend on a valentine card he's made for her

"The time to be happy is now. The place to be happy is here. The way to be happy is to make others so."
-- Robert Green Ingersoll (1833-1899), a Civil War veteran, political leader, and orator who presented what were then considered radical views on religion, slavery and women's suffrage

"For you shall go out in joy/ and be led back in peace./ the mountains and hills before you/ shall burst into song./ and all the trees of the field shall/ clap their hands."
-- Isaiah 55:12

"In the midst of movement and chaos, keep stillness inside of you."
-- Deepak Chopra, medical doctor, author and speaker, pioneer in the field of mind-body medicine and named by Time magazine among the "Top 100 Icons and Heroes of the Century" in 1999, "the poet prophet of alternative medicine"

Lady Liberty, 'We can do no other,' Click for Chameleon cover page Judaica, Click for Chameleon cover page
O.: I, A Woman

go to Boston Massachusetts' Walk To The Sea

(click here for plain text PDF-formatted version)

ACR, ghost room
See also companion piece, Acedia Agoniste, in rough draft PDF format

Prelude (Abbreviated Synopsis of the Synopsis of Technology and Me) -- Strophe -- Growing Up Rich (To The Manner/Manor Born) -- Manhattan! -- Music and Hippiedom -- Settling Down and Yuppiedom -- Technology and Careerism -- Wilderness Basics (Beasts and Heathens Part 1) -- Art and the Internet (Beasts and Heathens Part 2) -- Epic Coitus Interruptus -- Town/Community Life -- Frivolities -- Beasts and Heathens (Finale) -- Recoveries -- Reprise -- Joie Plaisir Eibr -- NOW (New Original Word)

Living Remains

Prelude (2009) -- Abbreviated Synopsis of the Synopsis of Technology and Me

"Well, I was thumbin' from Montgomery/
I had my guitar on my back/
When a stranger stopped beside me in an antique Cadillac/
Well he was dressed like 1950/
Half drunk and hollow-eyed/
He said 'It's a long walk to Nashville/
Would you like a ride, son?'/
And well I sat down in the front seat, he turned on the radio/
Them sad old songs comin' out of them speakers was solid country gold/
And I noticed the stranger was ghost-white pale/
When he asked me for a light/
And I knew there was something strange about this ride/

He said 'Drifter can ya make folks cry when you play and sing?/
Have you paid your dues, can you moan the blues?/
Can you bend them guitar strings?'/
He said 'Boy, can you make folks feel what you feel inside?/
Cause if you're big star bound let me warn ya, it's a long, hard ride'/

Then he cried just south of Nashville/
And he turned that car around/
He said 'This is where you get off boy,/
Cause I'm goin' back to Alabam'/
As I stepped out of that Cadillac/
I said 'Mister, many thanks'/
He said 'You don't have to call me Mister, Mister,/
The whole world called me Hank'"
David Allan Coe
"If you're big star bound Let me warn ya its a long, hard ride"

Chameleon, click to enlarge Musicians, especially in bands and orchestras, and like troupe dancers, have to be sensitive to their audience and other players, cooperative in practice and performance and even material and travel, lifestyle and outlook to some extent. So do good managers and business owners in other fields really because it's the group effort interactively and with clients that produces a desirable product that's marketable and sells. OSCR, for instance, was very sensitive and responsive to solicited and voluntary feedback from readers, advertisers, contributors and admirers in attempting to be and succeeding in being what was wanted and needed, reasonably, ethically, conscienciously and legally. Because of the mad distortions and criminalities and excesses of "the internet boom," ACR became both more broadly (geographically) and more narrowly (in focus audience education, talent, skill and intelligence level) defined, which I regretted because I'd meant initially for it to have universal appeal, access and relevance. But it was kind of a gathering of wagons from an onslaught against classic, humane and real offerings and a devaluation and usurpation in the market by, particularly, aggressive white men intent on staking out their claim and wealth in the new cyberworld territories without ethics or rules and by any means foul or fair. They finally succeeded by near-lethal criminality in keeping ACR from being updated -- but not in keeping it from being on-line in its entirety and verity of history, tech progress, fond award and acclaim, and worldwide participation -- for around five years. The disturbance of sanity, legality and truth, reality that caused all of that is extraordinarily difficult to understand, explain or even describe, but I know it's an experience generally shared in varying individual details by many others, and not just in the fields of technology, arts and culture. It truly seems pathological and an invitation to suicide by those who initiated and continued in their illegal incursions as well as by those who attempted to ride the tide without drowning in it.

JacobsCoat Trellis To say that I'm surprised -- by any of the events and experiences since 1996 especially -- would be an understatement in recalling my original somewhat disultory and very humble digression into creating an HTML page when intending consciously to use my new Gateway fully-loaded micro-computer for part-time "home publishing" work as an independent contractor of that profession exclusively. It reminds me of the story Joe Sottosanti, deceased founder and long-time owner of Shenandoah River Canoe Outfitters, told frequently of how he just moved to the country to live on sunshine and wild berries, but bought also two canoes. And a few more. And then an old nearly-abandoned cabin housing development with a partner. And became a no doubt surprised millionaire living in one of his own comfortably and artfully designed larger cabins with his own private lake, a now-legendary fleet of canoes and tubes and accessories, and a few other rental properties here and there. And a pleasant, attractive, intelligent fourth wife maybe twenty years or so his junior for whom he bought my A-frame to enjoy and run as a rental business of her own.

ShadowBox I had thought that maybe I'd like to write a little finally and publicly about my country life experiences and people and share that with the urban crowd as a kind of mental excursion for them, and weren't the color graphics and music software capabilities a lot of fun? Maybe I could even sell advertising to support my digital/analog habit, it later seemed. Things were looking up, definitely, in ways I'd never imagined or foreseen. And then I was talking through e-mail with greatly interesting and talented folks from there and Australia and Germany, British Columbia and Florida, Manhattan and DC again, and so it expanded cross country and continent and planet. The Brave New World, but not Huxley's, was here! And I was in the middle of it, hustling and bustling, brimming with enthusiasm, excitement, promise and ... pitfalls, catcalls, pratfalls and everything in between including even the interference and intercession of the universe and ecstancies unknown, or at least uncalled, previously. All that from about three months of playing one computer game until I finally beat it, got bored I guess, researched on-line programming and design structure briefly, and created a little home page with one short prose poem (a phrase I didn't even know at the time) and a graphic file tiled display behind it with pretty little colors and shapes now afforded by my miniature wonder at a cost then of around $2500 total including the printer and $55/month for now-miniscule space on Geocities server system plus $20/month to my (disgraced) ISP. If all that's happened consequent to my deciding on a whim perhaps to order a heavily software enhanced computer instead of buying a typewriter locally as originally planned isn't an example of "Man decides and God laughs," there is none under the sun or elsewhere.

Kapiche Cafe'-- click to enlarge So many years earlier I'd become a traveling accounting systems manager and "trouble shooter" because I wanted to learn database programming, became fascinated by the fun and possibilities of coding and wanted nothing more or better than to stay in my own office winding digital commands somewhat mysteriously into solved equations, neatly aligned screen displays, and crisp rows of data sheets all created by the esoteric interactions of me and the breathings in and out of electricity, electrons dancing from my brain to an infinite complex of off and on switches and currents rising and falling like the waves they are, analog to digital and back again repeatedly to and from me and other human beings interfacing through electrified machines and wire, now space, transfers and transformancies. Like West Virginia, it was and is a wild and wonderful ride (if occasionally quite bumpy and sometimes trash-strewn).

In college I attended two computer programming classes and passed both with "A"s and the feeling that I had absolutely no idea what I was doing although the code and answers came out right, magically in my view. Perhaps that explains it all.

For grounding in comparative population sizes of a few major residences mentioned within Chameleon, these (from 2000 to 2009, variously) seem especially instructive:
Los Angeles CA 9,862,049; Cambridge-Newton-Framingham/Boston MA 1,459,011 / 4,540,941;
Bustins Island ME 1; Manhattan/NYC NY 1,537,195 / 8,363,710;
Fort Lauderdale/Broward County FL 180,000 / 1,751,234;
San Francisco CA 808,976; Richmond VA 202,002;
DC/Washington metro 599,657 / 5,300,000; Luray/Page County VA 4,843 / 24,164;
Jonesborough/Washington County TN 5,221 / 118,639; Iceland 320,000.

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"Home -- that blessed word, which opens to the human heart the most perfect glimpse of Heaven."
-- Lydia M. Child (1802-1880), abolishionist, activitist, novelist, journalist, and poet who wrote extensively on justice issues for Native Americans, African Americans, and women

"Our life is frittered away by detail.... Simplify, simplify."
-- Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), writer, dissenter, transcendentalist jailed for tax-resistance to the Mexican-American War and author of Civil Disobedience, arguing that conscience should be one's ultimate guiding light and influencing Gandhi and King

Meditations/prayers from Silent Unity's 2008 On Sacred Ground calendar:
"I am always in the presence of God, the presence of peace."
"The abundance of God is everywhere present and flows to me in fulfilling ways."
"I have instant access to the mind of God, and I am divinely directed in all I do."
"I am safe and secure in the presence of God."
"Through the life of God within, I am strengthened and renewed."
"With the love of God in my heart, I radiate peace to the world."

Original material c. A Country Rag, Inc. and/or Jeannette Harris, Jonesborough Tennessee, April 1996, 1997, 1998, 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013. All rights reserved.

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