Let us ride together, Blowing mane and hair, Careless of the weather, Miles ahead of care, Ring of hoof and snaffle, Swing of waist and hip, Trotting down the twisted road With the world let slip. Anonymous riding song.
Along for the ride:
Friday, February 26, 2010
Yesterday I played hooky from work, for half a day, and went to an exhibit with a friend. San Francisco's Legion of Honor is my favorite museum space. It is architecturally appealing, set on the wooded bluffs overlooking the Golden Gate Bridge. You don't have to fight downtown traffic to get there and they have many interesting shows.
The Cartier in America Show has been reviewed with a million superlatives. What interested me most was the promise of images of the people wearing their jewels in their real life contexts. I was looking forward to some visual history including Elizabeth Taylor, Grace Kelly and The Duchess of Windsor (of abdication fame).
The jewels were sparkly and well presented. We had rented the head sets with the guided tour, which annoyed me after a few paragraphs by jumping around from one voice to another. My friend studiously followed each numbered talking point and listened to every word. I kept looking around for the promised human aspect of the exhibit. In the last room, next to Grace Kelly's engagement ring and a golden, ruby, emerald, diamond crocodile necklace made for a Mexican movie star there were two flat screen TVs showing continuous loops of some brief film clips of bejewelled stars. I thought it was tacky and I could have done a lot better myself. I am of half a mind to contact the curator and speak of the fact that you can't fool all of the people all of the time.
I did come away very impressed to learn that Elizabeth Taylor auctioned off her 69 carat Burton/Cartier/Taylor diamond (original pear shaped cut by Harry Winston) to fund construction of a hospital in Botswana.
If I were a tree, I would be a London Plane. I am gregarious but enjoy solitude. I am English in my heart and soul, but still have room for other nations. I have lived in six countries and picked up a French husband along the way. We have a wonderful, kind, strong-minded daughter who has become a "Human of whom to be proud". I am a magnet for the lost. I foster collies (and collie cousins and the occasional, accidental, cat or crow). Those I have saved have saved me in return. I notice the world around me and often talk to strangers. Traveling alone is interesting, liberating and fulfilling. I am good at most things that I undertake but have few formal qualifications. I am able to have and treasure friends with whom I disagree about almost everything. My life is not over. Who knows where I am headed?
A ponyism is one of Life's Truths perceived from the perspective of an Effing Pony: - Life's a Bluff! - Those who aspire to make their mark on this world must expect to scrape some skin on the walls of experience. - The greatest value of money is as the currency of Hope.
- To be an Ass or an Asset, that is the question?
-Selective memory is but the first step on the path to magical thinking.
-Not all Baggage comes with wheels. -When your hero is a horse you are less likely to be disappointed than were he a human.
-Unfortunately, great wealth does not always equate with class.
-A dick, surrounded by puppies, remains a dick. -What better antidote to evil than kittens? -Any time you have something heavy, ready to drop, your cat will sit right below and look up at you.