The River

Thursday, October 23, 2003

Where to start?

Work pressure. Life pressure. Political pressure.

I’m under pressure. Doon doon doon do da looong doon.

Where would I be without music? Bmoeasy did this great stream of consciousness thing. So thought I’d try that. My consciousness has been streaming lately, afterall. Thinking about blogging as an activity and as in what am I going to say today? Gonna say, I’m going to Lexington Kentucky this weekend. Takin the whole family to visit friends who moved there last Summer. The whole family is wife and two girls, 4 and 22 months. So blogging is my pressure release valve. Cause, ya know, trips cause pressure too. Will it go ok? Will it meet expectations? What will we forget to pack and how much anguish will that cause? Nah. I’ve got a better attitude these days. Things fall apart. The center cannot hold, yeah. I know. But damn, it is one beautiful fall here, and I’m here and you’re here, and ain’t that something? It is. I’m doing what I can. I’m blogging. I’m pointing out criminality of the Bushies. The slide of America into ever more violent and fascist ways. I’m not the only one. There’s a mini publishing boom covering the horrendous U.S. administration. Of course, they all stop way short of calling for the jailing of these criminals. Oh yeah, and there’s a horse racing track in Lexington. Keeneland. Built in the 1930s and built right. They tore down Longacres, they want to screw with Fenway, but if they ever try to harm Keeneland I may have to get in front of those bulldozers. And there goes the stream, back to politics. Rachel Corrie in Palestine. She did her part, and gave her life for a noble cause. I should be working. Some high-priority white papers, the CEO is personally involved. And here I am, thinking about blogging, horse racing and politics. Ha. My passions. But why is it easier to imagine taking action for a facility and not for a concept – freedom, justice. Sorry, true freedom, true justice. And what is that? I don’t know, but we should all come to it together. It ain’t imposed by an authoritarian government. Yeah, both – the track, good government – have tangible benefits for my fellow wo/man (wo-man? Man and woman? Woman and man?) but one is so huge we can’t seem to get a grasp. History might help, but I’ll be the first to admit, I’ve found it dull. I was weened on television. A terrible teacher, but one that outstrips traditional education by many miles. I hate the victim, blame game (which is endemic), but I can see the trajectory. I’ve been struck, when watching the documentary Berkley in the 60s, at how the whole countercultural movement was so involved in government, how they knew how our government should work, and how they tried to hold it to that high standard. Hippies, free love, all that, yeah that was going on, but it was just the personal expression component (kinda like blogging). There was the activist component. So intelligent, passionate. Such belief in good government. And this is to say, all of it, that I’m sorry, Mike, but I just don’t know what to do about this country. Constructive action, yes. But, you see, that’s become obsolete. Or has it? I think we need to concentrate on our little corner (and reach out, communicate, say what needs to be said in blogging and other ways) and make ourselves what we want to see in the world. I’m tryin Mike. I tend to get caught up in how awful it is, but that’s not the answer. I’ve got to see the beauty. And if I keep blogging about these SOBs, it tends to cloud my vision. Yet there seems to be some vortex that keeps pulling me down into that morass. This blogging thing is odd. Something about writing in public like this that makes you want to shake people and say, see? It’s so fucked up. But then that’s all you see. And there’s so much more. So much.


A team of professional landscape architects and devoted amateur garden lovers maintain Keeneland's 907 acres of rolling Kentucky Bluegrass. The park-like setting was designed in the late 1930's by the landscape architecture firm of Innocenti and Webel to reflect the philosophy of Keeneland: to meet the needs of horses and Keeneland's guests by providing a relaxed park setting excellent for picnicking and enjoyment of horses.

All the trees and bushes on Keeneland's property were planted with April flowers and fall foliage in mind, with horse safety and comfort being a top priority. Many of the trees are indigenous to Kentucky, and all have been selected for their ability to thrive in limestone-rich soil. For the horses' hoof safety, there are no large bulb-producing trees on the grounds, and privet hedges are placed along pathways to the track and sales pavilion to limit the horses' view of the many guests.

The most recognized trees include dogwoods, crabapples, Yoshino cherry, sycamore, Chinese elms, Pin oaks and maples. An impressive allée of Autumn Blaze maples usher patrons down the long clubhouse drive, while the parking lot, with its rolling acres of long grassy strips punctuated by row after row of soldierly columns of Pin oaks, has been described as the most beautiful parking lot in America.

Trees shelter patrons in the paddock, provide shade for horses encircling them in the saddling ring and create shady spots for picnicking and socializing throughout the grounds. Trees frame the panoramic views of the surrounding Bluegrass countryside, dotted with tobacco barns…

And I can't wait for breakfast with the works.

Breeders Cup is this weekend too: link

Some cool recent acquaintances: chlora form; bmoeasy

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