Shallow shelters, sundry seens

Although my book is intended mainly for the entertainment of boys and girls, I hope it will not be shunned by men and women on that account, for part of my plan has been to try to pleasantly remind adults of what they once were themselves, and of how they felt and thought and talked, and what queer enterprises they sometimes engaged in.


The Adventures 0f Tom Sawyer Preface written by the author

Hartford, 1871 Harpers & Brothers New York Copyright 1920 Mark Twain Company

The old lady pulled her spectacles down and looked over them about the room; then she put them up and looked out under them. She seldom or never looked through them for so small a thing as a boy; they were her street pair.t he pride of her heart, and were built for “style” not service—she could have seen through a pair of stove-lids just as well.She looked perplexed for a moment, but still loud enough for the furniture to hear: . . .

. . . Well, I lay if I get ’hold of you,, I’ll—

From the first page of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain
Hartford, 1871 Harpers & Brothers New York Copyright 1920

Alameda Creek

Along Alameda Creek life goes on, there is more, or less, water in the creek, more or fewer geese and ducks, seasonal changing vegetation the ever changing sky . . . and ones mental attitude.

These images will not tell you something you know or don’t know, Sometimes it may seem that reading the words is the price to see the images, but then again you do not have to read the words.

These past weeks people all over the world have been watching a daily reality TV show of putin using the Russian army to attack Ukraine, murdering innocent people, destroying infrastructure, stealing property, and from some reports, plundering, torturing and raping.

For perhaps the first time international television news is available via smart phone all around Earth, in real time or very close to real time—the world is watching the murder of innocent people by putin’s russian army.

What are they thinking??

Enabled by the legal legitimization defending the of carving up Earth into sovereign.geo-political units based on conditions in history which no longer exist, the world has changed? but people have not.

What we see is what human behavior is, we need to also ask what was it through history what can we learn from that hjstory.. Later we can consider any future plans.

Putin can do this without negative action taken to stop him because of the common acceptance of the principle of a sovereign geo-political unit, the nation state . . .War —acceptable until it isn’t.

.Nation states claim the sovereign right to kill people “to defend itself— the country..”

The nation state claims the right to send their own citizens to kill others, and die doing so, to defend itself.

Through history we people have seen and recorded the behaviors which enabled human beings to survive, evolve and have a history looking backwards we see a history of inhumanity, and humanity as well . That does not mean it was necessary to behave like that to get here. . . Sufficient, perhaps but not necessary. and not necessary to continue them,

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Temples in Japan and perhaps else where in Southeast Asia, are places where individuals come to pray at their own choice of time, and place, different than coming once a week to a group church service, maybe the latter enables the congregation to see who’s been good or bad.

Community events happen on temple grounds, and there may be classes in Buddhism, perhaps classes in kendo, ikebana, Cha-do, whatever

And chanting may be open to the public.

Looks kind if imposing when its empty.

Sometimes you are all alone–bow, clap your hands, ring the bell, make a small financial donation—and on your way. .

The temple and shrine grounds are usually open to individuals any time, no priest watching you. or telling you.

There was no wedding service here I think, usually weddings are done at shrines. or sometimes even in churches—its more of visual thing, some Japanese like the ceremony and clothes. I was there when they arrived and after they left, probably a PR or News shoot.

Wood blocks from a temple, respectively LtoR., intaglio, relief and a prove from the relief. The first block uses old style Chinese Seal Script— The proof has the Japanese pronunciation. The “Silk Road” from hundreds of years BCE was not only a distribution system for goods from one place to another, but also a place where Buddhism, as well as other religions and, knowledge in general, was circulated and dispersed

For many years Buddhist sutras were printed this way—as likely were other religious groups. Chinese were using wood to print since 200BCE. and movable type from 1040 AD; the Gutenberg press using movable type from around 1440.. and “written knowledge” to be spread from Europe across Asia to China .A copy of the Diamond Sutra from the sixth century is the oldest Buddhist printed sutra known .

People like drum sounds, when drummers are playing in public people will stop and listen. Who leads, who follows, who enjoys playing more? Sometimes I think that Warhol’s whole life was a single painting stroking to the beat of the Velvet Underground . In early films some peoples were shown using drums as a (primitive) method of communication, passing along information from place to place, but for any kind of detailed information you need 1) people from different places with the same drumming skills, and 2) a common detailed sound language. Language works great with sounds and graphics.

Earth spent .543 billion years arranging itself, this is what our world looks like today, I wonder from where did the raw materials come to make this station stare and what did people do to get them here.?

SiddarthaGuatuma had four seens: sickness, old age, death and the ascetic..

Gate gate paragate parasamgate Bodhi Svaha

For tunes knot hurd

“Nothing is so firmly believed as that which we least know.”
Francis Bacon

A couple of loose turkeys running up Whitehead Road one afternoon about 4:30 pm towards intersection with Paseo Padre, a very busy street during the commute time with stop lights, at the intersection, speeding traffic and a couple of turkeys.

Interesting to watch, it appeared (to me) their behavior indicated they were inspecting “new things” with their senses. to understand – as if they were differentiating —Here is is something new—then defining— adding it to their knowledge storage.

After a minor hip operation Mom was in “rehab” at a nursing home for eight weeks doing PT and OT. I regularly joined her . . .

hopefully it gave some kind of motivational meaning to the experience.

Shinn Historical Park and Arboretum is a 4-1/2 acre hidden gem in Fremont. The Big House dates back to 1876 and is surrounded by large trees and beautiful gardens.  The park restrooms are only opened during private rentals and are not available for public use.

Shinn Park is an old Fremont farm,– well, not that old—nothing in this area of California is “that old” when “history” starts with the arrival of Europeans, but its one of a few of Fremont’s claim to a history.

from inside a little Japanese shelter one can see the lantern.

The Shinns planted trees and plants from all over the world including a little Japanese garden. Its usually a quiet peaceful place, sometimes I visit here when I am alone and confused. This time I met these Fremont school boys getting down to their Fremont roots.

Alameda Creek

Its been said, and written, that Immanuel Kant, a famous Western Philosopher (1724–1804), never left his hometown of of Königsberg (Prussia) or at least never a greater distance than he did not return home that same afternoon.

He was strict and self disciplined about a schedule and local people used to set their clocks by the rhythm of his daily activities.

So I wondered, if he was such a rigid, self controlled person, how or why is he associated with major achievements in western philosophy . . .

. . . considering that creativity and diverse experiences are commonly thought to be essential qualities of achievers.

Sometimes answers are found through creativity,

sometimes through doing what was done before.

The Kiss

For some getting up every day and doing the same thing works fine.

‘Others might expect a little more in life,

Sometimes I feel forever lost in the fog of my inexcusable karma.

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Sarco suicide tube, available in Switzerland or if you live in a country where suicide is not legal you can purchase the software to print out the tube using a 3-D printer. The goal of Sarco is to remove the need for any assistance. This ensures any use of the Sarco is legal. You have to give them points for their marketing slogan

Still maybe its a good offer if you life looks like this, or . . .

maybe it can turn into this:

Avalokiteshvara:

The pure saint Who Observes the Sounds of the World
In the discomforts of pain, agony, and death
Can be a point of reliance.

The Lotus Sutra Chapter 25: The Gateway to Everywhere of the Bodhisattva He Who Observes the Sounds of the World

Last week was the one year anniversary of Bill’s passing, I thought the service would be about Bill, but it was a regular Sunday service with a couple of lines about Bill patched in at the end of a sermon discussing a buddhist perspective on the physical confrontation at the Oscars,—one headline was the slap heard round the world and I wondered if Avalokiteshvara: heard it. At the end of the service each came up to burn incense and make prayer in Bill’s memory.

The back of the magazine was a full page/full bleed photograph of tablet, hands and feet. Its my stomach, pants and my feet on top. I had the little point & shoot —its for fun. and it s life mimicking art.

How do you know when advertising speaks from the heart and the color of the day is blue.

Sometimes when I go to San Francisco I stop for awhile at UN Peace Plaza, read the inscriptions cast in bronze in the walkway, and then looking downeast make an image of TRUTH.

WE THE PEOPLES OF THE UNITED NATIONS DETERMINED . . .

to save succeeding generations from the scourge of war, which twice in our lifetime has brought untold sorrow to mankind, and . . .

to reaffirm faith in fundamental human rights, in the dignity and worth of the human person, in the equal rights of men and women and of nations large and small, and . . .

to establish conditions under which justice and respect for the obligations arising from treaties and other sources of international law can be maintained, and . . .

to promote social progress and better standards of life in larger freedom. . .

Gate gate para gate parasamgate bodhi svaha

Eatzenbe

Welcome from New Year’s Tiger

Year of the Tiger, brush drawing by Janney

Welcome to Dim Sum in Fremont California. Fremont, the fourth most populated city in the Bay area and was established in 1956 when the small local towns of Centerville, Irvington, Mission San Jose, Niles, and Warm Springs joined to become one city.

During the 1960s computer related engineers from Asia, especially from China and India, increasingly came to Silicon Valley for computer related jobs, jobs which also pay well.

When I moved here around 1980, house prices in the area from Palo Alto through Sunnyvale area were increasing and Fremont was not referred to as a part of “Silicon Valley.” Although many computer related businesses had locations in San Jose, along 101 and 237 there was an arrogant hesitancy to even call San Jose a part of Silicon Valley in spite of above 101 was an ever growing assortment of computer related business

Marinated tofu; tofu is one of my favorites foods, we have it probably 3-4 times a week.

Plate of three Old Fashioned Egg Custard

At this time Fremont had a safe town with plenty of business space and residential housing before going through the canyon to the other side of the mountains. .Many people from Asia have established in Fremont. I got my first office, $35/month, in Fremont, and a few years later moved my residence there. Plenty of Chinese and Indian restaurants.

Black Steamed Bun with Egg Yolk, soft and sweet,

Small matters

Before Christmas, I saw this elderly woman carrying her bedroom while moving the wheel chair with her feet. She was moving so slow, perhaps with know where too go, Imagine what it would be like, leaving a shelter in the morning to return at night, having to carry your belongings with you. And from a wheelchair on the street, I wonder “Just where and how do you use the bathroom.”

With modern society came many benefits, and wealth, an excess of wealth, people with billions while others are suffering . Most of us would like to solve that problem, we don’t know how or maybe we no how.

A burrito, a tube of chips and a newspaper for breakfast, al fresco.dining.

Where could I go but to the Lord.
”Seeking the refuge for my soul
Needing a friend to save me in the end
Won’t you tell me
Where could I go but to the Lord”

Where could I go but to the Lord. J,B Coats (1901-1961)

It is an old Martin-D28, between the stubs of fingers on his right hand he is holding a flat pick, its an open tuning and singing mostly southern gospel songs.

They had just arrived from Appalachia, an old gas guzzling car with a backseat piled with f clothes among old fast food wrappers. Toledo, circa 1969

Powell Street Station woman delivering a lecture to the tourists standing in line to ride the cable car up Powell Street.

Maybe he was a fisherman in his younger days, or perhaps someone”s ne’er do well brother., he has a job
Boston, circa 1970

Alameda Creek

I walk along Alameda Creek almost every day, Some times I listen to podcasts, other times I meet someone and walk&talk with her or him or I just use my five senses to keep my mind form wandering.

When the water comes from here it means the dams are open upstream. Sometimes young people come here as a group or by themselves .

Fremont lies in the shadows of Mission Peak

There is a notion that what you sense—see, hear, touch, smell and taste—are Real, and we differentiate and define them as “Real Things.”

And then the Universe is a bunch of things with space between the things enclosed in an undefined (but expanding) area. The purpose of Science is to differentiate each thing and give it a name and one day we will know everything in the Universe.

Yet as we examine the “space” between things, we find “smaller things” with space between them, which as time goes on, repeats itself. Oh the Absolute Absurdity of It All——The Myth of Sysphus ( book by A. Camus).

Stephen Hawking remarked (my paraphrase): At one time Philosophy was ahead of Science, but now Science was ahead of philosophy and will be until Science has discovered everything in the universe.” —which he he suggested was coming soon.

It seems that while Science is an excellent human tool for knowing, we are the universe looking at itself and its a a classic subject-object situation. For the Universe . people looking at the Universe is like me looking at my foot, or how about me looking at my mind?

And does this search by the Universe have a purpose ?

Look around you, most other living things are busy meeting basic needs. People on the other hand are busy doing all kinds of things including many choose and enjoy the work they do.

Suppose that the Universe had developed a sickness and evolved human beings to cure itself. —But would not the sickness be a part of the Universe? or Maybe we are not the doctor but the sickness?

Imagine culture as a snowball rolling down an infinite decline, forever increasing its size as it gathers more snow as it rolls, maybe discarding some here or there and mixing some different snows together,

Through history people pop up here and there on the always-increasing-in- size snowball, and their experience is limited to what they can muddle around and see, hear, smell, taste or touch .

Each individual has a different place in the snowball, each has their own unique experiences in real and historical time., though there are enough “near-the-same” experiences to enable normalized working social relationships—human survival as a society.

Appreciate how having a written language means a qualitatively different society—Its a game-changer, a paradigm shift. Communication with people you will never meet from time periods you will never experience,

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Usually I like to “just have fun” with the camera.

I usually carry a small point&shoot —I still use a flip phone. Walking along an upper floor of an open parking building it was fun to see myself in the windshield of the car below.

A “thing” is differentiated from other things by identifying its unique set of qualities—different from other things, One “thing” that helped build our vocabulary for many years was that “air” was accepted as“no thing. Air as a no-thing helped to differentiate one thing from another—sky from mountains, dog from ground, can eat from can’t eat— and then Science established that air itself was made up of “things” —78% nitrogen and 21 % oxygen.

But the process of scientific investigation often seems to result in an ever ending finding flow of smaller and smaller particles, aka things.

Stores can be very confusing if you cannot read. and history can be very confusing if you can read. People spend a lot of time consuming things in both personal, businesses and civic life. During that process they read a lot of information and make buying decisions based on that information.

But as important as differentiating one thing from another, its abstract qualities are interesting We can speak the word “couch,” go into a furniture store and see tens of “couches” none of which look the same, but it does not matter, we understand the concept of couch and can apply it in (most) different situations, doesn’t matter how unusual, strange or new the couch looks— the Particular is never the General, except perhaps in popular media.

Actors in popular media are often selected for their visual appearance qualities. Add camera angle, lighting, technical fixes and of course, writing, rehearsing and acting, all things can be used to enhance the “real photographic” impression experienced by mass audiences—a dialectic of The Ideal and The Real. Actors are people, and the video moving image deliver amore comprehensible Ideal -real experience, there is no room to question what see, and it becomes a vicarious experience. But reading a character development in a book your imagination plays a far more important role in the your mental image of the character. because your mind fills in all the missing visual stuff delivered by the video.

Bizen tokkuri on a lacquered tray with pueblo weaving

This “physical idea ” is not just “attractive” people, but whenever a physical appearance (is believed to) matches the visual character of the role, most characters of which, by definition are “common ” to a mass audience, are a stereo-type. We often use stereo-types in our daily lives. And yet a common critique of people in general is that too often we use stereotypes in judging others.

Ki-Seto tokkuri and Kuro-Oribe guinjomi : Kuro-Oribe, and Oribe in general, is is differentiated from other Japanese folk pottery by its long tradition of creative expression. The guinomi appears to over power the tokkuri—“You’re too small to get me drunk!’’

When we see and If there is no “quick fit” of the original visual image to some category in the database of our mind, question develops. Depending on the situation—life threatening or minor intrusion — the outcome may be more or less important. The “concept of a thing” is more important than any “real thing.” which by the way changes, decays, entropies—empirically observable by the presence of conservatives. in socities.

Gate Gate Paragate Parasamgate Bodhi Svaha

Know Ed, you Kay, shun for the rest

A flower blooms in the Fall
to remind Winter too
once again
pass into Spring

Painting by Janney.

Second Tallest but that’s alright ma

Saw a nice image of a certain famous San Francisco, no longer the tallest, building , taken decades ago which reminded me of some fun I had with images of this building.


Its a fun building and the opportunities with light are diverse all day.

One of the streets on Telegraph Hill heading down towards Broadway


On the north east side of the building is a small redwood park with some sculpture, a fountain, and a cement pond , on a sunny morning the building i you can see the reflections of the building in the moving water .


Reminds me of old German etchings of towns.

With all the hills in San Francisco its not too much of a jump —


Or something to do when I was bored or at loss for words.


Looking down Montgomery Street, up here at night, its gets darker earlier when its colder and warmer but darker later.

A womannequin in a store window

A building in San Francisco.

Alameda Creek

Almost everyday I leave my home and walk along Alameda Creek trail. Over the past 14 years and for 12 years before that while walking my dog, I have met many different people along the trail, some I get to know a little, we stop and talk,

Then, other times, for the whole four miles I will not see anyone I know even to say “hi.”—I almost always say “Hi,” after all ,we are all out here for the same reason, we share a common purpose and and should help each other to maintain our commitment.to that purpose, our health.

We are out here for the exercise, and while exercising we do not have malicious intentions, We share a common bond of purpose and peace with others.

Last week I met Joe, along the creek, a long time Fremont resident, immigrated from Afghanistan decades ago and drove a cab in Fremont for 30 years.

Fremont is a sprawling suburb made up of five townships in 1957, still no central shopping district, a very diverse population many of whom work engineering .and the city is still working to develop an identity both as a “Fremont”,and as a group of “diverse neighborhoods” each with its own proud identity—too often it looks like “neighborhood identity” is a zero sum game.

While in art school I had driven a cab in an urban city, where many residents do not own cars and often take cabs for short distances, especially when there are packages. Joe’s experiences in Fremont. as he related to me, were mostly long runs such as to Oakland or San Jose,

Long trips are more money for less work—each trip with a fare is its own experience, and while driving was s one part of the job, dealing with was was another.

Turkey vultures: Nothing in the Universe goes to waste, it is all being used all the time by the Universe , whether it is creating or destroying things.. For the word “thing” there are no “non-things;” if there is some thing that we do not know, we don”t know we don”t know. and once we find such a thing it gets a name and we know it. as a “thing”

Driving the fare from one place to another is the hackney job but even packages, which do not have a personality to deal with can be eventful.

Once on the cab stand called “The Eight” in East Cambridge— The Eight was the number the cab company dispatcher used to ID the stand, it was a slow cab stand but constant and few cabs stood there.. When you arrived or left at a cab stand you notified the dispatcher ad when there was a customer request to the dispatcher the ranking cab onthe standgot the job.

Brattle Cab was based in East Cambridge where many people were like a society in itself separated from the academic society and City Hall was East Cambridge Society.

Local people did not have cars and lived in apartments.and you could find three and four generations of families.

One night st3anding on The Eight the dispatcher asked me if I want to chase a bar in Inman Square, a few blocks beyond the area of The Eight, I took the job , and when I got there the bartender was outside on the curb in front of the bar flagging me while holding up an older woman. The bartender—very unusual, I should have sensed something,but it was his job and my job so I took her.

I asked her where she wanted to go , her reply, “Take me to Union Square (Somerville) and I will tell you where to go from there.”

Along the way I tried to have conversation with her but to no avail, too often her words were not understandable.

Reaching Union Square I stopped right in front of the police station, turned around and asked her again “Where do want to go from here?” No response, so I got out of the cab , went around to the other side, opened the back door and found she seemed to be unconscious.

Meanwhile a Somerville policeman came running down the station steps , yelling at me, “No parking., move the cab!” I tried to explain what was going, he called for “help”, they decided she was drunk and pulled the woman from the car and dragged her into the station never saw them or her again, and they never even asked my name or for my cab license .

The reason I was hanging out in this area was that at a slow time the local bingo at the local Catholic church was about to get out and there were always a few quick jobs, i.e .Bingo Rush Hour, so I left. .Turns out I was the last person to whom she consciously spoke—she died in my cab, or so they said.

The cabs had older style radios, the dispatcher called you and every driver with their radio on heard the dispatcher call, but when the driver answered only the dispatcher heard the driver,
One night while driving the dispatcher called my number “72” —everyone hears,— . I answer “72”. only the dispatcher hears — Dispatcher calls “Stop by the Somerville Police Department ASAP, they want to talk to you about the dead body in your cab.”

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A patented design for a bus seat

I came across this on the internet, .my grandfather’s name was Ray William Naegele, my grandmother’s maiden name was Stephens. The first son was William, the second, my father, was Ray Stephens Naegele and I was Ray Stephens Naegele Jr.

I don’t know if he did the drawing, he must have done some sketching anyway. Looking at the curves in the profile at the bottom of the chair, they were drawn using a curved rule.In art school we used a ruling pen and a rapidograph to learn to draw rules. Computers changed all that, but before the ruling pen was an essential tool for making comprehensive sketches to show clients.

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Painted by my grandfather during his retirement, He has an interesting sense of design and color.

Three generations, of Rays, the oldest one is my grandfather, this photograph is over 70 years old.

Gate gate paragate parasamgate Bodhi Svaha

High, ding insighed

Denkoroku is a record of the transmission of, and the circumstances of that transmission, of the Buddha Mind, based on talks by Zen Master Keizan (1268-1324). Daopi was the 40th patriarch of Zen. When you think you are such a person who are you not.

Abandoned homes., whether in country, urban or suburban, create a visual tension. Who lived in the house? Why did they leave? Why is no one living there?

Its missing the shutters on the ground floor and one on the second. The front door does not have a walk to it. The front door seems a bit narrow.

Some people on Earth make their living by creating visual art representing Buddha for inexpensive, sometimes cheap, markets. This seemingly very content, perhaps smug? Buddha was given me over 30 years ago as a “souvenir” from a visit to the birth place of Shaka Buddha. What does it mean, “Compassion of the Buddha” ?

Over 50 years ago, the Old West End neighborhood inToledo. In the USA many people have cars, drive places and park their cars.

Alameda Creek

Carbon dating enables humans to determine the age or date of organic materials.

A photograph enables us to go back to a moment in time and our mind & emotions enable us to give that moment a special value as amemory which, when needed, works to remind us of better moments.

A photograph may be a “real image” of what was in front of the lens, but what was in front of the lens may also have been a “constructed set” — movies do it all the time. Or perhaps worse, the image is “real” and the caption is misleading or lying—the former may happen with good intentions, but the the latter is usually with bad intentions.

All we can know is the past, but that ability to know the past is also the commitment of the present to communicate with the future.

The Universe created people to know itself, and people have become diverted to use that time to know themselves.

Perhaps its out of control, this constant differentiating & defining, the need to be creating, the need to have a history, the knead to no who we are by knowing, and noing, who we were—our history.

Creating tools to make marks —writing tools—and mediums on which to make those marks—most significantly paper— and the tools to make mass printings—the printing press and now light printed on the computer screen.

Electricity powers light which is not just to enable functioning in the dark, but for the expression of written language which is used to communicate with and between human beings as well as from machine to machine.

The problem with electricity is that people do not have individual biological anywhere anytime —natural— access to it Even Tesla coil needs the coil to get-go.

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In September of 2008 mom suffered a stroke with severe memory loss and developed expressive aphasia. She lived about 5 hours drive over a 7200 foot mountain which could require chains by November. The first time I drove up immediately to deal with legal matters; during my second visit I began to think about the future. Out of ICU but still in the hospital undergoing therapy, we had lunch —I had a delicious tuna cheese melt on sourdough—I thought a “kind of not so healthy” menu item for a hospital but it tasted so good.

Somehow I think she always knew something had happened that qualitatively changed her life . . .

. . . but try as hard as she could, she could not understand what happened.

She knew inside she was someone, but she could not remember, no matter how she searched inside of her self, she could not find those memories that would tell her who she was, those secrets inside of her she was never to know again.

“The winds [of discrimination] cannot enter this place of knowing. When you penetrate it throughly and fully, [you will realize] that you have possessed it since time immemorial and that t has not been absent for a second. Even though you seek it through thought , that [itself] is the Self and nothing else”.
Denkoroku Francis Cook

Alienated from yourself—everyday you are you, busily preventing yourself from knowing who you are.

Awaken the you inside of you. Do we believe that if we do not have a stroke, do not lose memory, do not develop expressive aphasia, that we are in touch with our real selves?

Early in the morning they will chant Heart Sutra at Sensoji.

Seal script brushed by Janney.