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Exploring the source of the Orinoco* (Remedios Varo)
Many an explorer risked or lost his life looking for the source of the Orinoco, a mysterious, inaccesible river in South America, a distant cousin of the Amazon. Remedios Varo (1908-1963) found the source in her paintings. She used an infinity of transportation means: a Caravan. (Roulotte, 1955) Remedios making plans for the expedition. (Mimetismo, Mimicry, 1960) She climbed mountains of doom.…
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brieucgwalder · 7 days
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Mr. Secretary
An African Childhood* The ventilators moved the hot air sluggishly. At ten in the morning, the heat in West Africa was still bearable. My father’s office was in the centre of Conakry, former, newly independent, French Guinea. I remember the large plaza in front of the office. There was an immense “Fromager” tree. A kapok tree. I did not quite understand why it was called a “fromager” since it…
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brieucgwalder · 9 days
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Random travels
Private chapel. Mexico city. About a couple blocks from the house. Olivier Rameau and Colombe Tiredaile, Brussels. Street art based on a comics series by Dany (drawing and colours) and Greg (Script). A charming and poetic work of the 60’s and 70’s. Apsaras, divine dancers, Angkor temples, Cambodia. “Wolves in the snow blanket”, by Linda and Dempsey Bob. Fine art museum, Montreal. A member of…
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brieucgwalder · 14 days
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Colours of Independence
A Time Patrol Movie: Pakistan in the ’50’s Hop on Equinoxio’s Time-Space shuttle to Pakistan in the early 50’s. See the visit of India’s Prime Minister, Jawaharlal Nehru to Pakistan. His first visit was in 1953. After Independence in 1947 and the Partition of Hindu India and Moslem Pakistan, 15 million people were displaced, and an estimated 1 or 2 million killed. (Source: The New Yorker)…
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brieucgwalder · 16 days
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Colours for Spring
Take the yellow car. School’s closed. Don’t even stop. Pass the blue house. That used to be a door. Can’t go in. Forget about the orange house. (Wot? Not orange? Don’t care. I’m colour-blind, hehe.) Cross yourself on the way. Can’t hurt. Don’t you feel blue? A simple house along the way. Don’t get distracted. Blue and yellow under the shadows. (Slava Ukrainy) Jacarandas are blooming.…
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brieucgwalder · 22 days
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The Senator and The Machine (the end)
Previously on The Senator and The Machine: The narrator is a foreign student in a Southern University. He was elected Student Senator in a deal with a mysterious campus organization called The Machine. All went well until… There I was, a Senator. Watching those young men and women practicing their future “trade”, earnestly preparing motions for student benefit, within the attributions of the…
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brieucgwalder · 23 days
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The Senator and The Machine
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances. * I was a Senator once. ‘Seems like a lifetime ago. I wasn’t a “big deal” Senator. Not in D.C. Not even a State Senator. No,…
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brieucgwalder · 28 days
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Disneyland '66
A Time Patrol movie. Previously on Time Patrol: Christmas 1966. San Francisco. Highway. Los Angeles. Highway. Los Angeles. Highway. San Diego. One warship. Two hours in SD. Parents take control of the trip. Yosemite. Wonderful. And now to Disneyland. The one and only. No Disneyworld then. “Mortimer Mouse” welcomed us with his marching band. The Magic Castle was not asleep. (My father was very…
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brieucgwalder · 30 days
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"De way of de Dao" (Tao Te Ching*)
We join spokes together in a wheel, but it is the center hole that makes the wagon move. (Tao Te Ching 11) The big wheel, Tuileries garden, Paris Mother car and her baby car. Where do the wheels take them? * We shape clay into a pot, but it is the emptiness inside that holds whatever we want. (Tao Te Ching 11) Empty pot. Water hydrant, San Francisco Beers of the world. China House, Penang,…
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brieucgwalder · 1 month
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Time Patrol, Karachi, Pakistan, 1949
A Time Patrol movie “Salaam, Memsahib Renée, Salaam. Is that your little dog? What’s its name?” “Salaam Shah. Her name is Yashmak.” “A pretty name Memsahib. Come! Come! Let’s go to the Boree Bazaar. Jaldi, jaldi.” “Maybe we take the Bara Sahib Cyril’s car? A new French car. Very different from the English cars. Mohamed Ishak, the driver, will take us. Sahib Cyril has to go back to the…
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brieucgwalder · 1 month
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A Marseille sorrow
Marseille, June 1962 “Mommy? Why is the Lady crying?” “It’s nothing, Darling. Probably a speck of dust in her eye.” * We were stranded in Marseille. Lived in West Africa at that time. Conakry, in former French Guinea, now independent. My father was the Air France manager there. We’d flown to France for the summer as usual. But. But. There were minor connecting flight issues. We were supposed…
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brieucgwalder · 1 month
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Time patrol, Bangkok 1956
A Time Patrol movie We lived in Cambodia from 1956 to 1957. My father worked for Prince Norodom Sihanouk, running the brand new national airline, Royal Air Cambodge. During that time, he and my mother made numerous trips across South-east Asia, looking for business opportunities. One of those trips was to Bankgok, in 1956. My father, Cyril, very dapper in suit and bow-tie in the Bangkok…
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brieucgwalder · 1 month
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Street Art, Paris
Rue des Saint-Pères, Paris. The Seine is on the left. Saint-Germain-des-prés to the right. “L’homme en blanc”, the “Man in White” is the trademark of Jérôme Mesnager (b.1961) a French street artist. He painted many of those in the neighbourhood, with the shop-owners’ agreement of course, in a tribute to Serge Gainsbourg a French singer whose house around the corner was just transformed into a…
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brieucgwalder · 2 months
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Another African Safari, 1969
“An African Childhood” Movie Previously on An African Childhood. We lived in East Africa from 1967 to 1971. One of the greatest kicks was to drive out in the Bush, on “safari”, a Swahili word that just means “trip”. We’d go to a National Park, and look for adventure and animals. On the previous movie, we went to Maasaï Mara, a unique game reserve in Kenya that connects with Serengeti, across the…
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brieucgwalder · 2 months
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A morning walk, Paris
La Conciergerie on the Ile de la Cité. The two pointed towers were the prison where Louis XVIth was held until his judgement and execution in 1793. “Panorama de Paris pendant la Révolution”. This is a several ft long engraving (a copy) of Paris during the Revolution. Not sure which. 1789? 1830? 1848? 1870? We’ve had a few. Judging by the costumes I would say it could be during the Empire…
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brieucgwalder · 2 months
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Ashes
Attack Violation Destruction Invasion Iron rain Vengeance Killing Ashes * Attack Violation Destruction Invasion Iron rain Vengeance Killing Ashes AVDIIVKA, a city in Ukraine, has fallen in the hands of the R*ssi*n aggressor. As Mariupol has (where I understand realtors are selling land to R*ssi*n so-called investors), as Bakhmut has. Avdiivka, a city? Nothing left but ashes. The…
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brieucgwalder · 2 months
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Safari to Maasaï Mara, 1969
An African childhood movie Let’s go on Safari (‘Safari’ a ‘trip’ in Swahili). Where? Maasaï Mara. We´ll drive West from Nairobi, then South towards Tanzania, and hit Maasaï Mara National Park. We’ll hear the zebras bark. Bark? Yes, they do, they go sort of “woop! woop!” Nothing close to a horse or a donkey… We’ll see topis, or kongonis, or hartebeest. (Whatever). Very ungainly animals. They…
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