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NYTimes.com: 8:24am 4 reviews cartoons, politics, arts, journalism
http://www.uclick.com/client/nyt/jd/

Guggenheim Collection - Artist - Rauschenberg - Untitled (Red Painting) - Lar…: 8:20am 1 review painting, arts
http://www.guggenheimcollection.org/site/artist_work_lg_133_1.html; Robert Rauschenberg (October 22, 1925 - May 13, 2008), Untitled (Red Painting), ca. 1953. Oil, fabric, and newspaper on canvas, with wood, 79 x 33 1/8 inches

http://us.st11.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/yhst-90099475409935_2002_7165848: 8:03am 1 review science-fiction, arts, ceramics
http://us.st11.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/yhst-90099475409935_2002_7165848; West Magoon, "Rotwang Retrovivifier", raku ceramic ray gun

Day Dreams by John Atkinson Grimshaw :: artmagick.com: 7:50am 1 review painting, arts
http://www.artmagick.com/pictures/picture.aspx?id=7577&name=day-dreams; John Atkinson Grimshaw, Day Dreams, 1877

YouTube - Elegy - Art Tatum: 7:23am 1 review jazz, music, arts, video
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aNAJlqn0nO4; Here's Art Tatum with an improvisation on Jule's Massenet' s "Elegy"

7:11am: Just Being At the Piano

By: Mildred Chase
Just being at the piano--egoless--is to reach the place where the only thing that exists is the sound and the moving toward the sound. The music on the page that was outside of you is now within you, and moves through you; you are a channel for the music, and play from the center of your being. Everything that you have consciously learned, all of your knowledge emanates from within you. There is a sense of oneness in which the heart of the musician and the heart of the composer meet, in which there is no room for self-conscious thought. You are one with yourself and the act, and feel as if playing has already happened and you are effortlessly releasing it. The music is in your hands, in the air, in the room, the music is everywhere, and the whole universe is contained in the experience of playing.--Mildred Chase, from 365 Nirvana, Here and Now by Josh Baran

Daily Dharma for 5/13/2008 from Tricycle

Vincent van Gogh: The Drawings: 7:03am 1 review drawing, arts
http://www.vggallery.com/drawings/p_0966.htm; Vincent Van Gogh, Old Man Reading, The Hague, September-December, 1882

May 12, 1:05pm: Everything secret degenerates, even the administration of justice; nothing is safe that does not show how it can bear discussion and publicity.

--John Emerich Edward Dalberg-Acton (Lord Acton), historian (1834-1902)

May 12, 1:01pm: [Over a cup of coffee]

Over a cup of coffee or sitting on a park bench or
walking the dog, he would recall some incident
from his youth—nothing significant—climbing a tree
in his backyard, waiting in left field for a batter's
swing, sitting in a parked car with a girl whose face
he no longer remembered, his hand on her breast
and his body electric; memories to look at with
curiosity, the harmless behavior of a stranger, with
nothing to regret or elicit particular joy. And
although he had no sense of being on a journey,
such memories made him realize how far he had
traveled, which, in turn, made him ask how he
would look back on the person he was now, this
person who seemed so substantial. These images, it
was like looking at a book of old photographs,
recognizing a forehead, the narrow chin, and
perhaps recalling the story of an older second
cousin, how he had left long ago to try his luck in
Argentina or Australia. And he saw that he was
becoming like such a person, that the day might
arrive when he would look back on his present self
as on a distant relative who had drifted off into
uncharted lands.

Stephen Dobyns

May 12, 12:56pm: Information

This tree has two million and seventy-five thousand leaves. Perhaps I missed a leaf or two but I do feel triumphant at having persisted in counting by hand branch by branch and marked down on paper with pencil each total. Adding them up was a pleasure I could understand; I did something on my own that was not dependent on others, and to count leaves is not less meaningful than to count the stars, as astronomers are always doing. They want the facts to be sure they have them all. It would help them to know whether the world is finite. I discovered one tree that is finite. I must try counting the hairs on my head, and you too. We could swap information.

David Ignatow

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