Goodenough Gismo

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    This is the classic children's book, Goodenough Gismo, by Richmond I. Kelsey, published in 1948. Nearly unavailable in libraries and the collector's market, it is posted here with love as an "orphan work" so that it may be seen and appreciated -- and perhaps even republished, as it deserves to be. After you read this book, it won't surprise you to learn that Richmond Irwin Kelsey (1905-1987) was an accomplished artist, or that as Dick Kelsey, he was one of the great Disney art directors, breaking your heart with "Pinocchio," "Dumbo," and "Bambi."



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GN

I don't know, annie .... that was pretty damn good. BTW, how are your knees?

amba

LOL. They hurt! The left one is swollen and feels full of fluid. (More details?) Went to the dojo last night. It's just hell on 60-yr-old knees.

GN

How many 60 yr-olds go to a dojo? Not enough to keep you from being unique, for sure .... you will tank for a couple of days and then something will a) irritate you b) intrigue you c) pique your curiosity and you will be back with all cylinders firing in the proper order and purring down the blogway like the old SHO ... and we will be right behind you trying to keep up. Whine less, breathe more ;)

Charlie (Colorado)

reach out and grab anything. You really don't want to hear about my sore knees, my dysfunctional relationship to money, the malaise occasioned by my New York landlord's efforts to take away my two rent-regulated studios (if he succeeds, I'll never live in the city again; is it time to let go?), or how writing other people's thoughts drains me like Dracula, leaving me empty and aimless.

Sez you.

sippicancottage

It is an interesting thing, writing.

All human beings that are worthy of attention function the same way. They are like a pail of water overturned. At first, the water rushes everywhere in a splash; then smoothly runs across the floor; then dissolves into little trickles; and finally stops. You must then mop it back up into the bucket, and start again.

Grab a mop.

Randy (Internet Ronin)

I know you have lots of stuff worth writing about (and reading about). But I sure understand the "postcards" angle. I wasn't able to manage even that for a while. Wherever your heart or mind lead you - that's the place to be (even if it isn't back to a rent-controlled studio in NYC ;-)

amba

Oh my. So many mops being tossed to me, I feel like Mickey as the Sorcerer's Apprentice . . .

Randy (Internet Ronin)

As long as we're tossing mops around, you could definitely make this one sing (or dance): wander over to my place or reader_iam's and then bring back the post about "Permanent Age." I believe that you could make this a great topic, and elicit some surprising answers from your regular readers!

Pastor_Jeff

Amba,

What they said.

News (especially politics) has been a big turn-off for me lately. But reading other people whom I enjoy -- maybe commenting here and there -- helps restart, refocus, re-energize.

Bitterroot

Don't stop blogging, Annie!

Alison

Your hiatuses (hiati?) are shorter than my most bloggers' standard lulls between posts. We'll take postcards, photos, mops - or even a break if you need it.

Theo Boehm

You're like one of those jazz pianists who sits down at the piano, and every time something comes of it. The player may be out of sorts, sick, feeling on top of the world, having a crisis, high, totally pissed off, but putting hands on the keyboard transfigures all that, and something happens.

That is the quality of your writing. Something always happens, and we're the richer for it. You can put three words together, and we'd know it's you. There are a few other writers like that, but very few.

So, sit down at the keyboard, plunk a few chords. See what happens. We all know something will come of it.

Randy (Internet Ronin)

So, sit down at the keyboard, plunk a few chords. See what happens.

Spoken like the true musician you are, Theo! Love it.

Anal Tea House

What works for me is getting shitfaced and then blogging about reality shows.

Anal Tea House

Also, try just yelling at random people about the mistakes you've made but are too embarrassed to apologize for.

Yell really loud and shove it on youtube.

And never apologize, because You are a fluke of the Universe.
You have no right to be here,
and whether you can hear it or not,
the Universe is laughing behind your back.

Therefore, make peace with your god,
whatever you conceive him to be:
hairy thunderer or cosmic muffin.
With all its hopes, dreams, promises, and urban renewal,
the world continues to deteriorate.

Give up

amba

With all its hopes, dreams, promises, and urban renewal,
the world continues to deteriorate.

Give up

LOL. Neale Donald Walsch by way of despair.com. I love it. The genre of the "desperational."

My 89-yr-old dad, who devoted much of his life to urban renewal, will love it.

"Shove it on youtube" + "Anal Tea House" made me think "YouLube."

Randy (Internet Ronin)

And that reminds me of this: YouLube's theme song?

Randy (Internet Ronin)

Sorry about that, amba. But I couldn't resist such a golden opportunity. (I was saving that for the opportune moment over at my place.)

Theo Boehm

Thanks, Ronin, but that's the way I think. It's also the way amba writes.

Whether she knows it or not, she exploits all sorts of musical devices and forms in her posts.

Some writers have done this self-consciously, while others have had no idea their work mapped so well with music. It may be that what we think of as musical forms are part of the structure of our consciousness, and any complex expression is bound to use them.

But I don't mean to analyze amba's writing. I'm here to encourage her, which I would do by saying that her voice is as lyrical as any music, and we would miss it as much if it were silent.

Theo Boehm

Well, this thread deteriorated pretty fast. I thought this happened only on Althouse...

Theo Boehm

Wasn't "Fistmas" what everyone was looking for in the Valerie Plame affair?

hdhouse

Theo...perhaps speed is mercy.

Doesn't everyone loose the muse at one point? And is the lost muse first recognized by the audience rather than the creator? Perhaps the other way around.

I think of an automobile assembly line with no quality control. At one point the consumer notices but only after delivery and complaint or lack of interest does the company realize that the QC person is on a temporary leave.

karen

Actually, Theo's description is perfect. I used to listen to a friend's piano music and hear voices- almost the words,e ven- but, not quite.

Amba's words crate music. Perfect. I hum the themes all day long :0).

Mickey

if it`s no fun, quit.

Mickey

...sometimes it`s all ego, yes?

amba

Yes, if you call needing to matter to a few people ego. I think it's pretty much normal ego, like only a hermit would strive to overcome. I'm not a big enough shot as a blogger to have a very big ego.

GN

Look at the bright side .... you do have a big left knee.

amba

It's all bright today, just like it was all dark yesterday.

GN

Excellent!!

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