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"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"





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A. Work Detail I


"We are made for This Moment." -- USA President Barack Hussein Obama

"Watch out for false prophets. They come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly they are ferocious wolves. By their fruit you will recognize them. Do people pick grapes from thornbushes, or figs from thistles?" -- Jesus (Matthew 7:15-16)

"God must love you very much to make you suffer so."

"A picture is worth a thousand words."
"Be fruitful and multiply."

"There is nothing more powerful then Beauty in an evil world."

USAF Flying Skull insignia "Es ist mir egal."
"Freedom has a taste to those who fight and almost die that the protected will never know." -- Veteran American ex-POW, Vietnam

"Don't bother running. You'll just die tired." -- Navy Seal sharpshooter motto






A.-- Work Detail I

2007/12 --
ACR, Inc. Evolution -- Pastiche Meiosis

  • Our Music I-II MultiSection
  • American Folk Supersection
  • BFA Altar
  • Up-To-Date Archive
  • Mandala Supersection
  • Mandala Meditations Supersection
  • USA Mountain Empire Map & Tour Supersection
  • Bridgeworks
  • Bizarro News
  • Baubles and Bubbles Sound & Light Show Stages 1-20
  • Spirit Self

    2008/09 -- Acrylics and Etcetera #2

    2008/13 -- Love Remains Pomes

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    2009/10 -- Aischk! Love Story 'Tunes


    IV. 2009/13 -- Stri-i-ike! ACR, Who Dun It?

    2010/11 -- The Test Drive


    Somehat inexplicably (and with an ineffectively exasperated email complaint to my federal representative, Dr. Roe, of inadequate therapy and homecare help), my formally-scheduled Medicare-enabled home assistance and therapeutic attention following post-operative hospital release only lasted during three months. Thereafter still partially-paralyzed, by necessity I arranged those essentials, including regular self and residence cleanup, on my own as well as possible --however exhaustedly. Fortunately, available personal funds and management "picked up the slack" survivably where bureaucracy failed again, despite my official notice and protests, its legal commitments. "Old age ain't for sissies (or wimps)."

    caregiver's farm pet -- click to enlarge Especially post-stroke, I've had what seem to me odd interactions with the inanimate material world. One day, I said in tangled exasperation to Molly who was helping out with general cleanup, "It seems like things stick to me!" Without missing a beat or stray cathair, she responded firmly, "They love you."

    And, in a blockbuster remake of "Back to the Future," it's legal again to buy and sell fresh eggs! Progress(ive) wins agin! Earlier last year, a rural caregiver related having to "make a run" with "an egg drop" for a needy friend....

    Somewhat later, in a humorous pre-shopping exchange, I said, "Get yourself something if you wanna." Into the silence came, "I don't think the bag boy wants to come home with me." "Make an offer."

    Another, in reiterating her commitment to assisance and protection assured me, "I can pull out a can of whup-ass good as anyone." And I believe her. Pretty incredibly, she did maneuver to "bitch-slap" the phone bureaucracy into providing specific long-overdue homecare services. It was a stellar moment for The People. Awed silence flew into the mindless vacuum that is The System.

    An earlier and very impressive helpmate, one with an honors masters degree, had abandoned a circuitously similar quest series by breaking the final connection with a flatly calm and uncharacteristically rude summary conclusion of "You're just stupid," while I stared.

    An informally fascinating storyteller and efficiently delightful care provider is a scion generations past of legendarily beloved Carter County "Red Fox" Ellis and of the original mountaineer family that owned the famed seven-state "Beauty Spot" vistaland (that later conceived the present generation!) of the Blue Mist.

    And a memorable malapropism: "Tears are lethargic."

    "cathartic?"

    "Hmm-mm."

    Another fun provider and single working parent raises chickens on her little border-town farm and, overwhelmed with fresh eggs, delivered from-scratch homemade spinach-bacon-cheese quiches along with clean folded and scented laundry.

    One wittily helpful visitor relates receiving regular iphone instruction and other tech tutorials via her four-year-old grandchild.

    A recently assistive and entertaining visitor -- an Obama-supportive friend from earlier Jobo days -- mentions, in trading standup witticisms, being a long-time D.A.R. member who traces her ancestry to an historically prominent general in Washington's Army of the Potomac and to a typically huge 17th century English Crown Eastern Shore land grant. As a widowed single working parent, she has raised three now-degreed adult children, two with Master's and the other working toward a doctorate.

    Earlier, homecare R.N and speech therapist -- and working mother, Dallas, scouted and found, unasked, for a surprise treat amidst frozen food aisles the manicotti I craved and I telephoned her excitedly to show off when I could finally pronounce the "K" and "G" sounds from my once-paralyzed larynx. As a visiting child blurted out, my speech otherwise appears robotic from the strenuously conscious effort at articulate pronunciation. Consequently, I've resorted to typed ("pecked," one-handed) communications primarily for ease and clarity.

    I'm fortunate in that my "tastebuds" and salivary glands -- and intelligent cognition -- were never compromised in the pervasive left-side devastation of the stroke, leaving a perfect analogy to the Body Politic lying-in-wait.

    The colorful panoply of care providers have and do obviously enjoy here the cozily relaxed artsy-craftsy work environment -- cleaning, discovering and rearranging as they please a unique diversity of objects. My sole insistence is that wall-hangings not be arranged in battalion formation, but naturally and comfortably askew.

    A delightful few have insisted I and my collections be "femmed up" with fragranced sprays and exotic smouldering pipe and pyramid incenses. "Magic potions" of semi-wild organics, including ground chia seeds and garlic, have been offered also to seduce the spirits of healing. Sweets from candies to cakes and ice creams to brown sugars and yams to puddings and pies have done their terms of dopamine service intermittently too. neighborhood owl-child -- click to enlarge Along with creamy mixed drinks and thick liquours. And spiked coffees. Sundaes and banana splits. And rich dark Irish Stout.

    A neighbor entertained us impromptu on a clear day by playing his banjo country-style, excellently. When I asked months later if he was still chording, strumming and picking, he lowered his head and mumbled, no, that the infant-toddler son he raises as a single working parent is jealous of the attention he gives it and that he has to sneak away with his (hidden out of sight/reach) strings to play!

    Historic Jobo  Home of the Shaman



    ___ I. 2011/12 -- Fine Art Memorabilia: Intangibles and Calling Cards

    "Located in Jonesborough, the foundation is incorporated as a nonprofit public corporation in the State of Tennessee. The Foundation seeks to foster support for and appreciation of the visual arts in the region. The mission of the Foundation is to provide the communities of East Tennessee and the surrounding region with access to multi-media fine art by recognized artists, to foster art education, art appreciation and community outreach. The Foundation is accepting financial and volunteer contributions to support its mission and programs."
    In re-establishing public dedication to healthy futures for Jonesborough Tennessee and Mountain Empire Arts and by recently corrected Living Will, JFAF is legatee to one-third of ACR, Inc.-owned and privately-held assets under the responsible supervision of awarely-experienced local co-administrator/legatees.

    JFAF Facebook Profile Pix, click for Village Directory chronicling the history of our Main Street Jonesborough Fine Arts Gallery from the early labors of its image-architect, retired management consultant and artist/professor Pete Paulin, and its globe-trotting co-director, retired Army Colonel Robert Tregaskis, and their actively supportive spouses, in converting an antique mart into 3-4 'state-of-the-art' showrooms, gift shop and two working studios, recruiting up to 30 crafter-artists in many media to exhibit there and in several town arts events, and creating an arts outreach demo/speakers' programme. All with design and implementation a prominent town citizen terms "brilliant" -- but flawed by our embroiling socio-economic crises, along with Boxcar Betty's eco-shop and a few outstandingly memorable restaurants like The Daily Bread opened also with much flair and promise. Meanwhile, our business-savvy Franklinite mayor assembled a successful rescue package for the International Storytelling Center. And Town management has proceeded healthily toward completion of the Booker T. Washington School Arts Center restorative retrofit and the new Senior Center projects.

    Pete Paulin responded to my initial project enthusiasm, practical outreach suggestions and informational activities by asking me to become actively official Promotions Chairperson for JFAG and to create and populate its Facebook page, all of which I did gladly. Robert Tregaskis and spouse visited my residence to outline another cyber-related JFA publicity project to which I agreed but its completion was overwhelmingly undermined by functionally-disabling crimes against my person and properties by disoriented desperadoes of our socio-economy.

    JFAF Inc. on Facebook as of 12/2012 (93 "likes")

    "About regional arts cooperative
    Mission to provide a comfortably convenient, affordable venue for regional artists and for area visitors interested in acquainting with regional fine arts explorations
    Company Overview membership-driven showcase of work by talented professional area artists in multiple genres
    Description art gallery with monthly public receptions; hours of operation -- Monday- Tuesday CLOSED; Wednesday, Thursday 10:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m.; Friday, 10:00 a.m to 5:00 p.m. and 5:00 p.m – 9:00 p.m.; Saturday, 10:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m. and 5:00 p.m.- 9:00 p.m.;
    General Information Contact JFAF President Pete Paulin, or JFAF Publicity Chairperson Jeannette Harris"
    JFAG members participated by invitational media-work display and setup-and-sales presence in the popular town Fine Arts in the Park events of 2011 and 2012, Jonesborough Days Visitor Center exhibits, and a Paulin-arranged initial Gallery Open House which was enjoyably well-attended and media-covered locally.


    JFAG also hosted one of the Town's energetically-received Saturday "We Dig Jonesborough Cash Mob" community-inclusive commercial promotions.

    Several Gallery members, including myself, were encouraged by impresario Steve Cook to donate artwork for the Storytelling Center's 2012 Music on the Square Fundraiser "Spring TuneUp" Cabaret and Silent Aucton. By all reports, there was an enthusiastically good turnout of supporters and JFAG artwork, and consequently a higher donation total than garnered through prior year benefit events. Nancy Kavanaugh chose a favorite of hers from amongst mine -- and secreted it from the bidding, so it wouldn't end up elsewhere (!)

    Monique Carr designed and, with Pete Paulin, arranged for strategic display distribution colorfully glossy advertising Gallery handcards for which voting members paid a small additional assessment with our monthly $50-$60 association fee. A materials discount was arranged for members with a national art supply retailer also.

    JFAF Gallery

    JFAF Inc. on its website as of 12/2012

    "Jonesborough fine art is a program of the jonesborough regional fine art foundation. Jonesborough Fine Art will display and sell juried fine art by its members. Visual art from various media and genera will be accepted including (but not limited to): painting, photography, glass, ceramics, wood, and metal.
    "ARTIST MEMBERSHIP
    "If you are a working artist looking for a gallery to exhibit your work and wish to join a unique community, Jonesborough Fine Art invites you to submit your work for consideration. Applicants are considered and reviewed by the gallery’s distinguished jury."

    JFAF Gallery Building

    JFAF Gallery interior "Jonesborough Fine Art gallery opened its doors in July 2011 and represents over 25 area artists. Come visit the 2400 SF gallery and view more than 250 works; oil paintings, pastels, water color paintings, photography, mosaics, designer jewelry and more! The Gallery is a co-op, giving artists an opportunity to showcase their work to the public by renting space. You will also find a nice gift shop. A class room space is also available to the artists that wish to teach."

    [WORK-IN-PROGRESS]

    JFAF Gallery Art
    Two actively involved and outstanding member artists, Monique Carr and LeeAnn Petropolous, kept working gallery studios for awhile and together hostessed one lavishly interesting open house. Along with other members, they also provided tech expertise for the JFAF website. LeeAnn and I exchanged friendship gifts of her colorful triangular mosaic pendant necklace and my small rustic-framed acrylic "Patriot Missiles."

    Member Artists(January 2013)

    1. Marilynn Boston Acrylic & Watercolor Painter morristownart.com pargolf@charter.net;
    2. Sandra Breeding Photographer sbreeding@lotusea.com Sandra Breeding;
    3. Mary K Brown Oil Painter kat60@comcast.net;
    4. Gary Chamber Oil Painter, Pastel doctorchambers.net;
    5. Nyela Cohoon Oil Painter nyelahandcohoon@gmail.com;
    6. Don Gotterbarn Watercolor Painter don@gotterbarn.com Don Gotterbarn Watercolor Painter;
    7. Doug Gross Photographer coldmountain.ifp3.com;
    8. Jeannette Harris Oil Painter acountryrag.org/jhmixframe.html;
    9. Richie Hayward Photographer www.wmjones.com artist@wmjones.com;
    10. Deloris Linam Botonicals delorislinam@yahoo.com;
    11. Debra Locher Jewelry designer artisansg.com;
    12. Peter Montanti Photographer mountainphotographics.com;
    13. Judy O’Hara Oil Painter eeohara@comcast.net;
    14. Pete Paulin Oil Painter jrfaf@yahoo.com;
    15. Rowan Rose Jewelry Designer dalrowl@yahoo.com;
    16. Amanda Smith Painter, Photographer skylark76@gmail.com;
    17. Jill Halcomb Smith Oil Painter jsmith5133@aol.com;
    18. Betty Stapleton Watercolor/Acrylic Painter bboop101@hotmail.com

    A few JFAF exhibiting Gallery members were crossovers from other regional arts organizations, especially integrally nearby and well-established Watauga Arts League and ETSU's Slocumb Galleries.

    JFAF Gallery JFAF Gallery





    B.-- Work Detail II

    2010/13

    1. Mobile Media & Key Search
    2. Faith Evangelene Supersection
    3. Supersection Guide
    4. Digi Dimensions 1-10 and jH Graphix Mix Supersection
    5. Land of the Vandals: The Graceless Unloving (Nekkid et Thu Gate)
    6. Life to the Power of Infinity
    7. Jazz Notes in the Misty Blue SuperSection
    8. Witness: 2012/13 ACR Holyday Season Content Update
    9. Seven "gateway" new/redesigned ACR access structures
    10. Chameleon Living Remains

    11. 2011/12 -- The Digital Folk Art Village

    12. 2011/13 -- Folk Art Village Directory & Slideshows

    13. 2012/13 -- Caprice Kaleide Cyber-Folk Arts Array

    14. 2011/12 -- Tastings: Digital Folk Art Slideshows I-III MultiSection

    15. 2012/13 -- Misty Blue New Note Snippets

    16. 2012/13 -- A Country Rag corporate restructure


  • II. 2008/13 -- Legionnaires: Marvel & Myth

    Alien World
    Anecdotal reminiscences of rebuilding "nuked" life, work and relationships during the
    socio-economic holocaust

     Gallery Home Despite the 2008 market meltdown, I found myself pre-stroke with a reasonably comfortable semi-retirement income, generously excellent credit, and -- mostly thanks to a somewhat surprise late-2009 legacy from our WWII-USAF disabled veteran Freemason father to me, my California-resident half-sister (who related that their mother divorced our father as being too "boringly good") and half-brother -- supplemental funds for leisuretime adventures, and emergency expenditures. And an adored Jonesborough Tennessee-based non-profit Mountain Empire arts and culture promotional corporation, intriguingly monumental website and stylistically varied artworks. And a groovily-pleasant and amenities-convenient residence and plentifully diverse new to antique artsy-craftsy home furnishings. And an animated catform we named "!Lilliput Jobo!" -- nickname "Lily"

    Unfortunately peri-stroke and alongside too many defenseless others victimized helplessly, the painfully holocaustic havoc of our nation's and world's death-spiraling socio-economies and governmental/bureaucratic malfunctionings that breed historically (and, therefore, predictably) interpersonal to Eastern Star familial/community criminal dysfunctions like self-servingly manipulative business to individual frauds, pointless internecine feuds born of dismay and distress, scammy games, outright thefts, divorce and child abandonment, drug and sexual abuse and, on occasion with millenia past of variant methodologies and psychopathologies, murder for money took a crunching bite out of the financial/physical stability and overall health outlined above to a subsequently partially-paralyzed me. It's tragic to witness experientially caring trust and dutiful fidelity twisted to the anguished crime of passing temporal exigency.

    Overall peri-stroke, the absence of effectively selfless empathy and essential assistance exhibited by a surprising few -- professional to personal -- is sadly memorable and unmentionably scurrilous for public detail but widely-known inevitably in private discourse, and near-lethally painful and malfunctionally-rippling consequence. Thankfully, there have been, throughout, equally surprising Shining Lights of enlivening individuals and enlightening happenstance.

    Junior, an entertainingly in-transition erstwhile neighbor in need of pickup work, cooked and delivered hearty meals for me post-release from rehab hospital. My favorites any time of day were succulently-prepared and invitingly-displayed eggs sunnyside up, fried sliced potatoes and onions, biscuits and gravy. He drove me on request to the local grocery and got me safely into and around in a motorized cart there for shopping on my own, fresh air, and town interactions along the way.We also enjoyed Main Street Music on the Square performances, restaurant specialties, and vendor fare.

    With others one evening, we dined to Lightnin' Charlie's music and tales at now-relocated Cranberry Thistle's cabaret cafe' and one impromptu day rode the back way toward Erwin's rolling-to-craggy mountain range, choosing an unfamiliar two-lane headed toward a summit. With no turnoffs it turned out, as we checked the gas gauge, until the "Welcome to North Carolina" sign at the crest -- a few miles from the nearest occcupied and commerced town.

    ___ Other pleasant days we drove narrow river-lined roads around his nearby backcountry childhood homeplace, stopping to chat briefly with several of his relatives and friends remaining there. Junior had traveled with one to post-Katrina Louisiana where they'd got "up close and personal" with flooded swamps and alligators, and "fast money" to throw around.

    Junior's Jonesborough-native family of 15 brothers and sisters by one father and his first and second wives include a locally popular country musician who performs on guitar and sings the regional circuit with a long-time male companion.

    Junior did all the "housekeeping" here, immaculately and affordably, including laundry washed and folded, which he wafted by my nose to appreciate the subtle scents he added happily. A resourceful repair person, he unclogged sinks and retrofitted appliances on the blink also. His expression of barely-submerged terror at my suggestion that he accompany a test drive for visually-impaired me in a deserted parking lot deserves a special place in memory. He never found an appropriate venue.

    My female professional homecare therapists and personal assistants became caringly good friends too amongst whom we shared jokes, witty quips and instructive-to-interesting tales amidst necessary exercises and oblations. Laurie donated on an insistent unscheduled visit her "home brew" remedies of chicken soups, crackers, OTC medicines and gingerale on the occasion of one seasonal "cold."

    For a quick vacation teen neighbor Angel, baby Lisa Marie, Yvonne and I stayed a night at closeby AmericaInn to avail ourselves of their jacuzzis, group-sized hot tub and heated pool. We ordered pizza delivered and provided our own "distilled spirits," finger-foods and spontaneous entertainment. There is no sweeter enchsntment than awakening beside a blissy infant. A "shot of (breast-fed) Lisa" cured the blues, nearly all agreed.

    I knew for sure that Lisa Marie and I are soul-mates when she threw up all over the counters at Walmart during the frantically-crowded holiday season and provided her with distinctively celebratory ethnic clothing instead from Janet Browning's import emporium.

    Two home and health assistants, Dallas and Pat, shared their excellent poetry --- and selves -- with me. And visa versa. Pat is a "techie" who insisted she clean up my laptop and install Google Earth and Chrome. As a friendship gift I gave her, a Jonesborough native of many generations past, one of my framed acrylic paintings of its proposed flag.

    'Toddy Time?' Alone, on three occasions I stumbled, lost my balance, fell to the floor, crawled to the nearest steady appurtenance for grabbing to elevate my still partially-paralyzed body into upright functioning. Another time, I soft-landed into the bathtub to await corrective company while ever-watchfully concerned Lilliput The Catform comforted me helplessly and encouragingly. Throughout these challengingly frightening times, I reminded myself that my great-aunt, NJ's Mary Elizabeth Harris, swam to the top of a New England hurricane-induced tidal wave to survive and become one of the two first successful businesswomen on Wall Street. The other was her sister. Their Freemason brother out in Denver "read for the bar" and invested his energies and expertise also in copper mining ventures. Copper became the family "gold."

    Retired neighbor Margaret, who was bored with life post-employment and now cares daily for her very active toddler great-grandson while the mother works, visits chattily to catch up on news and views. A younger neighbor shares regularly colorfully arty hardcover magazines I treasure. Another provides regular cyberworld assistance. In exchange, I offer mounted collages and book loans.

    Scottie, another in-transition source of humorous company and essential homecare assistance along with his newish female companion, is also a native Franklinite. Like many, she is predominantly of Cherokee heritage by blood. His now-elderly father is called to walk the streets telling spontaneous Jesus stories from the Bible to receptive passersby. An uncle has been a major World War II-era builder and developer. Scottie's high school sweetheart recently died of complications from childhood diabetes leaving her bereftly disconsolate widower to raise two tween daughters on his own. Unfortunately, in a too-common instance of these times' familial failings and financial exigencies, Scottie stole large sums from my bank accounts by debit fraud and forgeries that I was able to get reimbursed because he told me, weepingly, what he'd done immediately so I could file timely necessary forms for repayment.



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    ACR, birth of a blob The collateral damage from multiplicitous forged checks included exponentially compounded and exorbitant bank overdraft fees, dangerously exaggerated post-stroke stress-related physical disabilities, inconvenience to assistive and also over-burdened neighbors, and unanticipated malfunctions in my autopays of essential utilities -- all of which necessitated ameliorative correction as quickly as possible. At several times, I had no accounts on which checks could be written, although funds were there, as the banks blocked access unilaterally in an expansive financial freakout. The caringly concerned Risk Assesment Manager at my favorite locally-owned and -operated bank insisted I switch financial institutions for transactions that had become nightmareish to her also. My credit accounts had become inoperable somewhat simultaneously for similar reasons.

    The first spate of forgeries totaled around $4,000; the second hailstorm (hell-storm) well over $8,000, only half bank-reimbursed. Later, I joked with friends that I'd not realized I was well enough off to be grand-larcened so often and to such an extent. Enter the entertainingly cordial individual I reference as ACR, Inc.'s "Angel Investor," whose family also owns some of my traditional-media artwork.

    ACR, The Diamond Throughout the marauding monetary and material maelstrom, ACR content updates from Christmas 2010 (assembled and coded in-hospital primarily) to the current 2012/13 installation online continued with cooperatively encouraging input from its present consortium of participants and pan-planet contributors.

    ___ Rebecca accompanied a functionally-distraught me into the two local banks affected adversely to assist in explanatory conversations I find tediously difficult due to stroke-related speech/throat impediments. Thankfully, their investigators approved full reimbursements and cordially polite Jonesborough police, and soon thereafter Tennessee Adult Protective Services, took charge.

    Prior to their arrangement of my receiving delightfully designed and sweetly delivered --including members' fresh seasonal flowers and fruits --five-day-a-week Jonesborough Senior Center Meal-On-Wheels, I sampled monthly the array of healthy frozen microwave market meals, most of which are surprisingly and tastily, and affordably, excellent. And quickly easy to "prepare." Kinda predictably, a favorite brand is Boston Market. And Marie Callender.

    ACR, Beans I have still my stock of Assorted Emergency Apocalypse Dried Beans stored inside the covered enamel pot of the antique wooden potty chair in the Museum of the Butler's Panty off the kitchen. There's a dizzying display of other dried and canned foods secreted within the cabinetry also for that oft-forecast day. And jugs of clean water.

    To distract my attention healthily and productively, and inexpensively, from what I term to be post-operative fibromyalgia nerve-pain, I intently and delightedly have discovered possibilities and opportunities in digital folk art "paintings" created with Windows Paint graphic software, which I've taught exploratory tricks it didn't know that it knew or could do. Disabled, this has the advantage over acrylics and other traditional media of being clean and requiring no special clothing or aftercare pickup.

    ___ For someone mobility-impaired who loves research and "mental travel" extended internet content and extraordinary tech advances are a special boon for (safe, clean and free) "armchair adventure." My peri-stroke disabilities and discomfitures have been both curse and blessing in motivating explosive pain-driven expansions of artistic and technical design explorations/expressions for me, ACR Inc., Jonesborough Tennessee and our country. Surprisingly, The exhileratingly vibrant internet marital Love Affair of our CyberAge still spices and sparks to energize enthusingly these endeavors also.

    ~ ~ ~

    2010 -- Tanasi: The Spirit of Freedom



    [WORK-IN-PROGRESS]


    III. 2007/13 -- Reticence RetroACR, Last Call



    Aframe My solely-purchased/owned once-isolated riverfront Virginia country home was a (beautifully) dangerous place to live, work and play in many ways: e.g. practically, it was over half an hour from the nearest fire prevention station and emergency room or doctor; petty larceny, vandalism and trespassing by strangers had become somewhat common; environmental pests like gypsy moths proliferated; socio-economic evils of nearby metro DC seeped outward inevitably. No soberly sane, near-elderly, slight-of-figure single woman would choose to live a "public life" in that unprotectedly precarious circumstance and I didn't, by cautiously committed relocation planning. Jonesborough Tennessee, preferably, provides the "comfort of numbers" in predominantly pleasant and palatable dosages, convenient necessities and effective pest control, the kind of cozy anonymity of over-populated cities like New York, historically wholesome and interesting atmospheric conditions, and comfortable affordability.

    Sadly, the South's never-settled and ever-ugly confederate antagonisms and animosities fester still like chiggers under the skin, perniciously and discordantly, into the exhilerating spirit, warmly heartfelt embrace, and stalwart stand by a majority of Franklinites once captured, conquered and enslaved by invadingly hostile CSA armed forces.



    Backcountry Appalachian feuds and ties, and kinship inter-relatedness are legendarily complexly layered over contentious centuries of travel and turmoil. The Southern-bred American Civil War infamously exacerbated to torturous anguish and gory fatality divisions and loyalties fermented within families and small communities.

    Granpa Mountain For example, the female individual I've referred to throughout these writings as "my best friend" and in person on occasion as "my sister," in accord with her requests to remain anonymous publically, is (now-widowed) Rebecca Leah Price Grindstaff who named me around the time of birth to be Godmother for her 60s-era out-of-wedlock daughter and my sole "Living Will" heir (1997-2012), [Leesburg VA owner of an unrealized 2008 or 2012 "dream" startup dinner theatre (Mrs.) Leah Price (Grindstaff Daily], who adopted the surname of her mother's later husband -- Butler TN's Joseph Grindstaff -- father himself to one son, Nickalous, and now two grandsons, who raised and supported Leah Rebecca from toddler to teen, by then-married and now-remarried (MA's attorney/judge and mother Diane Esser) Blacksburg Virginia-published novelist/musician/professor/poet Pennsylvania-native Wilson Roberts (who has repeatedly referenced ACR as "a national treasure"), also father then and now to four sons by his first wife, [NC's] Sally, an outstanding artist in oils and watercolor. Rebecca's ever-Union/USA father's family goes back generations to American Revolutionary times in and around Rogersville TN. Her mother's Jervis family extends back to the Virginia mountains near coal-country Wise County's Big Stone Gap in the state that has prided itself as the "heart and larder pantry of the Confederacy" -- as distinct in separately superior Commonwealth identity from the federation of other states as Vatican City from Italy and the Euro-Zone.

    Because, widowed and having taken a bargain-priced lump-sum ETSU "early retirement buyout" for years of office service, Rebecca -- whom my grandmother had treated, as "my best friend," decades past to a week-long, all expense-paid roundtrip visit with me to her 57th Street Manhattan apartment -- complained of financial difficulties with life basics, I offered her the use as loans for emergencies during 2008 of two high limit credit cards in my name. On skimming statements later, I was surprised to note the charges were all for nonessential incidentals -- eventually "maxing out" those accounts. On several occasions at her request, I took $1000 cash advances for her use, although she used none for necessary home maintenance or repairs like furnace/roof replacement and never made any monthly payments due on the totals borrowed -- for which I was docked punitive fees of well over $3000.

    click to enlarge -- 1997, Senedo Holydays Despite the hardships these laxities caused me in daily living and in "turning the other cheek," I replaced voluntarily her broken computer with the laptop she uses now. 1997, click for enlargement--Rebecca, Jeannette on front porch of her house As one of several disaffected offspring of an unschooled and criminally abusive fundamentalist preacher, Rebecca -- disfigured to facial pockmarks, and severely mobility-disabled, in childhood by untreated disease -- views such behaviors as signs of idiocy -- rather than beneficently aware kindnesses -- to be near-lethally raped and heartbreakingly exploited, while publically thanking my forewarned half-sister Kathryn for her "friendship and support" in the meanwhile, of their true meaning and intention.

    Back in 2009, Rebecca and her TennCare-dependent mother had asked, piteously, to borrow against my credit $1500 to fund their farewell visit to a dying sister of "Granny" far south of here -- Georgia, I believe -- which I did to repeated expressions then and later of gratitude from "Granny" especially, although their promised repayment was so unjustifiably tardy as to incur exorbitantly compounded punitive fees and to cause two Court-ordered warrants of nonpayment to be served by local law enforcement at my back door and thereafter unanswerably insistent dunning notices to me by postal and telephone service. Of course, all of that derailed again my once-excellent credit history and raised unilaterally interest rates charged on any loans in my name. Many of Rebecca's behavioral deficiencies and moral lapses mimic -- and may intimate -- the concertedly-concealed mental retardation of an early college-dropout, rather than the widely-suspected substance abuse.

    ACR, Mountain Muster -- click for 'When There Were None' country fable Naturally and on the urgent advice of knowledgeable counsel, the connection with that secretively surprise source of sprawling harm and swarming horror is severed by irreversible legal notice "for the greater good" of myself, and of my home town and neighbors. And my country of allegiance and fond fidelity.

    Miraculously, my (weather-dependent) physical and financial situation has stabilized pleasantly and comfortably -- and sometimes delightfully -- since the close of our 2012/2013 holiday season.

    ACR, New Year's Eve Projects "in the works" now for this Year-That-Won't-Exist are:

    1. complete the archive of ACR 2011 content
    2. finalize formal institutional, permanent and publically-accessible, official historic archive of ACR content 1996-2013
    3. structure Acedia or The Eighth Deadly Sin --a reordered creative non-fiction compilation from extant sections of Mandala, Living Remains and Beasts and Heathen 1-3;
    4. create and populate Pearl -- an on-line graphic arts marketing site
    5. exercise and recover more healthy physical function
    6. finish finding "foster homes" for former Gallery-resident paintings
    7. ACR, Planet Launch celebrate!


    C.-- Recovery Daze___

    Relax -- Reconnect -- Reorganize -- Recharge

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    White House Videos and Photos

    Smithsonian Channel

    George Camille Studio Gallery, Seychelles Islands

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    Cool Meds -- Trippy Meds

    Play Meds -- HiTech Meds



    First, it's important to stock up with the basic essential Fancy Feast pantry products: richly sweet cakes, pudding pies, cookies, ice creams, an assortment of syrups and thick liquors for toppings, variety of cold coffees bottled and canned, catfoods with veggies, diverse-media art and entertainment. And the company of tested, trustworthy and true good friends.

    ___ Escape travel is important too....

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    Smithsonian Museums

    Smithsonian Museum Zoo

    American Folklife Festival Videos



    Global Tour Videos Central

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    click for USA Misty Blue map
    Land of the Blue Mist
    United States of Appalachia

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    Flowers of the Cross --click for 'Faith Evangelene' "I have fought the good fight, kept The Faith, and brooked no peace with Evil."

    I wish you strength, love, and peace with friends in paradise.

    World without end.




    Music!

    Band: Tedeschi Trucks YouTube Channel

    Piano: Glen Hoban YouTube Channel

    Mandolin: David Grisham YouTube Channel

    Guitar: David Broza YouTube Channel

    Full Concert Videos You Tube Page


    Precious Products Recommendation: Jacquie Lawson-gifts

    ACR, !Lilliput Jobo!--click for Special Effects How sweet it all is! ACR, !Lilliput Jobo! -- click for Special Effects





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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."




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