In my dreams I am always saying goodbye and riding away,
Whither and why I know not nor do I care.
And the parting is sweet and the parting over is sweeter,
And sweetest of all is the night and the rushing air.
In my dreams they are always waving their hands and saying goodbye,
And they give me the stirrup cup and I smile as I drink,
I am glad the journey is set, I am glad I am going,
I am glad, I am glad, that my friends don’t know what I think.
In the springtime of America’s cultural life, its itinerant folk artists took to the road to record the life and times of a people. Perhaps never again will we have an artistic record created in such direct and unassuming terms.
at a 1962 exhibition of American folk art at the US Embassy in London
Big, big things.
My homies at Storybyte (in Scottsdale, Az.) have redesigned The Connoisseurs site. It’s ever so fancy, in that comment il faut minimalist kind of way. I can’t wait to show it to you—I’m just silly with pride over it.
The only thing that the site needs, prior to being unleashed upon the world, is a cunningly drawn header.
For this, I thought it would be fun enlist you kids. Because you’re creative types.
I’m looking for a legible handwritten scrawl that says “The Connoisseurs.”
It’ll be laid over the landing page slide show, smack in the middle of the screen, for all the world to see.
It’ll also show up in the top corner of the navigation bar.
This, friends, is your chance to be Barbra Streisand, through your work—the whole world will look at it and be stunned.
Now that I’ve got your competitive interest, contact me and I’ll send you some design inspirations and the specs from Storybyte about how it needs to be formatted, etc.
The winning design will get more than just a hearty thank-you and credit on the website. I’ll also interview you for The Connoisseurs…I promise, you’ll like it…and feature you and your stories within our hallowed halls of extraordinary folks who live seemingly ordinary lives.
He knew that a very important part of his well-being came of staying a few minutes away from home, very quietly, in the dark, listening to the leaves if they moved, and looking at the stars…
—James Agee, “A Death in the Family”
Hey, kid- Find your way up to 395 one of these days. You have the Sierra wall on your west, always a source for contemplation of Everett Reuss style transition. Death Valley on the other side, bringing to mind the advice of others here about really knowing your car. And the land- you don’t want to be reckless there. But that’s what it’s all about. Lone Pine is a heck of a place to pause and contemplate. I go into the Alabama Rocks just to figure things out. When it’s time to roll, there’s south to SoCal, for me only if necessary and when there’s a good landing zone. North towards Reno is a better bet.
There’s always East. See you along the way.
—Nataqua, from the Salon comment thread
Colorado in July
What you’re hearing…is me completely bonding with that person, as if they have all the answers. I just want to connect. I just want to connect emotionally, and feel like I am soothed and excited by the life of somebody else. I want to feel their life, because it makes me feel safe and happy. …I *guess* that’s interviewing.
I met Jimmie last month at my friends’ wedding. He asked me some of the best questions I’ve ever encountered about my work, and sat and listened to me for probably an hour or something. He mentioned a little about his own work—used to work for Life magazine (!!!), worked his way up from the Washington Post mailroom to regular feature writer, quit that gig to start Man Up Campaign. He bragged on his girlfriend Linda's TedX talk…never said a word about his own (mentioned in this article) or that he was in the midst of seeking a kidney transplant to save his life.
I know the best people…and sometimes don’t even know it, myself.