A RIFF ON LODGING AMENITIES

P1050390The tiny, wrapped bars of soap barely outlast the stay, yet they’re appreciated when compared to BYOP(Bring Your Own Places.) Large, new, wrapped bars are pleasant, albeit wasteful. (Unless saved for BYOP.)
Shampoo, conditioner and moisturizers in small plastic packets don’t elicit much excitement, but they do the trick. Bottles depending on the shape, material and size are standard, but glass is a sign of class. (And shampoo works great for those hand-washables.)
Sewing kits are great to have (over the years I’ve accumulated an ample supply). Disposable shoehorns and faux shoeshine (It’s usually just a black sponge.) are less my thing.
Mouthwash and shaving equipment are a rare find.
A toothbrush, toothpaste, and comb can be a treat.
Ditto for slippers (the soft ones are meant for the taking, the plastic ones are not).
Bathrobes, mints on pillows are only high-end.  Water bottles, fruit? It depends.
Towels: the size, how many, how soft, washcloths, bath mat, line-dried (stiff from drying in the sun.), machine-dried. The quality and quantity varies from place to place.  I’ve encountered BYOP.
Plastic cups, plastic cups wrapped in plastic, glasses, glasses with paper wrappers: all good indications of the price I am paying.
Ice bucket. That’s a maybe.
Hot water. Bathroom.  Usually, but they are not assured.
Outdoor showers are a delight.
Curtains.Venetian blinds. Sometimes nothing at all.
One pillow, two, three. Long, square, rectangular. Soft or hard. It too depends.
Clock. ( BYOP abound. Best to be prepared.)  But even the shabbier places have TVs.
Telephone. Maybe. Room service is not guaranteed.
Soft bed, firm bed, clean bed. All valid concerns.
But after all, it’s just a place to stay before morning’s awakening.

KEEP AMERICA BEAUTIFUL

P1040915Although I do not follow sports often, I read a New York Times article on the football player Tom Brady. He allegedly damaged his cell phone to destroy incriminating evidence. A query had been sent out to the Times’ readers asking how they would destroy a cell phone if they had to. The survey elicited more than 2500 responses which included the use of blenders, mallets, grinders, fires, and microwave ovens. The Times published “the best.”

A number of people suggested throwing the phone into a river. Insuring the phone sank, they assumed the information would be lost forever. But my first thought was, “What about the river?!” No one seemed at all concerned about polluting the river.

In the early seventies a public campaign, from “Keep America Beautiful,” was aired on television. It showed a Native American, in traditional attire, canoeing through the ravages of industrial waste, walking through trash and then being hit with litter. The commercial ended with a close-up of his face and a tear falling slowly down his cheek. I’ve never forgotten it.

Knowing there are people who can think of throwing a cell phone in a river, I am hoping the commercial will air again.

 

PIANO, PIANO

2015-07-19 22.47.31I usually draw at a brisk pace, but I’ve learned that slowing down to look-really look- is a crucial part of the artistic process.

My formal training in art is limited, but a printmaking class, while I studied in Italy decades ago, stands out. I can recall the professore saying  to me again and again and again, “piano, piano” which I came quickly to understand meant, “slowly, slowly.”

In his class I made my first and only lithograph, a rose,  by drawing painstakingly on a  smooth stone with a waxy crayon, and alchemy–transferring that image onto paper with a huge antiquated press. I also dabbled with linocuts (linoleum printing), something I recalled doing and enjoying while in elementary school.

But I bristled during his old-school-instruction: demonstrating what I should be doing directly on my pieces.  Watching my efforts increasingly transformed by the teacher’s hand was becoming unbearable. I felt the work was no longer something I could claim as my own. I dropped out of the class.

I suspect if I had stayed, the professore would have taught me many things.

These days I find myself saying, “piano, piano,” and think of him.

 

A THOUGHT ON MODERN ART

2015-07-19 22.47.54There is an ongoing dialogue between those who appreciate modern art and those who don’t. The detractors most commonly argue, “I could take a canvas and splatter it with paint like Jackson Pollack, or paint simplistic stripes of color like Barnett Newman, or paint an entire canvas white like Kazimir Malevich, and call it art.” Thus, diminishing the works’ merit, relative to the proposed ease in producing them.

The customary defense is, “But you didn’t.” Perhaps most noteworthy is that he or she didn’t do it first.

It is not the aesthetic significance that often justifies a modern painting’s value in the annals of art, but the creation or concept of something new. 

Given a malleable piece of wire, we could all form it into a paperclip.

But we weren’t the first to do so.

DAILY LIMIT

A friend of mine just returned from Greece. She had some concerns going during the financial crisis, but as a regular visitor to the same island for years, she was assured by her longtime friend, the hotel owner, that all would be well.

The island, usually bustling in July with tourists and boats was eerily quiet. Tourists stayed away and boat owners feared running out of gas. She was the only guest at the hotel. The locals were going about their days as best they could.

She was aware that a sixty euro daily limit had been imposed at the ATMs and was wondering why that amount had been set.

“It costs fifty euros to go to a brothel.”  a local replied. “And the extra ten euros?” she asked. “That’s for the taxi to get there.” he added. She laughed along with the others.

During her stay, there was talk of the daily withdrawal decreasing to fifty euros.  “And now?” she asked a few days later. “Now they’ll have to walk.” was the reply.

The mood was increasingly somber.

This time she was the only one who laughed.

WILLIAM FAULKNER QUOTE #2

“You cannot swim for new horizons until you have courage to lose sight of the shore.” William Faulkner

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WILLIAM FAULKNER QUOTE #1

The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life.   William Faulkner

Thank you subscribers and readers for taking the time to visit my blog!!

If this is the first time you are visiting the site, welcome to the tales of a woman solo traveler and thoughts to make today the start of something new.

Although I take a break during the weekends, I’ll be back on Monday and would be delighted, in the meantime, if you would look through my previous posts. Perhaps you missed a few or will reread one with a new perspective.There is a list of all the previous posts by title and date.

Since the configuration of the site may differ on your browser, perhaps you have not noticed the tabs which offer some additional information:Why this blog?, Images, How I Began, etc.

You can search certain posts by category: Practical Advice, Thoughts on Oneself, Snapshots, etc.

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MIND GAMES

2015-07-24 13.09.37I enjoy doing KenKen. Like Suduko, it is a logic puzzle using numbers. The harder the puzzle, the more possible combinations there are to complete it. In KenKen there are boxes with only one possible choice, others may have two or three, and so on. A common strategy is to fill in as many knowns as possible, but their number is limited. At some point I have to take ” a leap into the void.” Just take a chance. I’m hoping the choice I make is a good one. If not, I will need to try again and perhaps again, but ultimately, I will have the gratification of a completed puzzle.

I think of this game as a bit like life. I base my daily decisions on the information I have, however, there is often the point where I will have to “leap into the void” and take my chances.

 

A HOSTESS WITH THE MOSTESS

P1050044I had arrived at my appointed dinner date about fifteen minutes early. The restaurant, given the early hour, before six, was empty. “I am waiting for someone. He should be here shortly.” I explained with a smile. The hostess recommended that I wait at the bar. It was a beautiful summer’s evening and the air conditioning inside was excessive. I had chosen this restaurant because of its spacious, tree-lined backyard. “I’d prefer to wait outside in the garden, please.” I said. The hostess replied, “We do not seat incomplete parties. You’ll have to wait at the bar.” Expressing my discomfort with the cold, she grudgingly led me outdoors.

About thirty tables were situated outside. They were all empty. “You can sit here.” she said and pointed to a small bare bench by the door. I imagined it as the “time-out” spot for unruly diners. I again scanned all the empty tables and asked, “May I sit down at a table?” “Not until your party is complete.” she replied. She showed no signs of appreciating the absurdity of her directive.

Undeterred, I offered a compromise. “Perhaps, I can sit at a table now, and should you need it, I’ll be happy to move and wait on the bench.” She gave my suggestion a moments thought and reluctantly gave in.

When my dinner companion arrived, the tables around us were empty still.

MAINE WAYS

104_0446“I’d been to New York City once and started talking to two women at a bar. They got kinda nasty with me. Frankly all I was doing was starting a conversation.” Tom said.

I hadn’t been sitting long when a man who introduced himself as Tom began speaking with me. It was the kind of place that everyone was speaking to somebody. Many of the patrons greeted each other by name, but even an outsider, like me, was quickly swept up in the congeniality.

I was taking a road trip throughout Maine many years back and had spent the day traveling beautiful waterways by boat, enjoying the scenery and numerous seabirds. I had found an idyllic cabin to stay a few nights on a lake’s edge and, walking down the road, this local eating place. I sat at the bar to have some dinner.

“I’m sorry to hear the women were not friendly, most New Yorkers are. Maybe they thought you were trying to pick them up?” I said. “No, just looking to talk is all. It was my first time in New York City and I was excited to be there.” He continued, “I talk to everybody here and no one gets upset.” I replied, “Yeah, it’s a bit tougher talking to people in New York. That’s probably why so many people use personal ads to meet each other.” “What are personal ads?” he asked.