My View of Life on the Dock
Just don’t do it. You sound stupid. Really stupid.
You want revenge on a former lover? Ignore them. Don’t give them the satisfaction. Get out and have more fun than you’ve ever had. You tweet about your ex-lover,you lose. Bottom line.
If you run into them, laugh louder than you’ve ever laughed, smile wider than you’ve ever smiled and talk to everyone else in the room. It’ll drive em nuts
I’m here to help.
Joey C
This is an aerial view video of Good Harbor Beach and surrounding environs taken from a remote plane piloted by Charlie Carroll. Great takeoff and landing.
About 6:15 last night, my son yelled for me to get my camera. There was a hawk in a tree right outside the window ripping apart a small bird. We live on Cripple Cove in East Gloucester, and I can’t remember ever seeing a hawk that close to the houses. It ate its meal while we took several photos then flew down and landed on top of my car before taking off. I did some research and found out it was a Cooper’s Hawk. Interesting!
Click on the photo for more.
Quote From Twitter Account @_shitnobodysays
Sand Mandala
One day I watched a Buddhist monk patiently
conceive and construct a sand mandala,
carefully selecting grain after grain and,
with great concentration, create a work of wonder.
It was a process I’ll never forget;
each grain of sand selected with a stylus,
and its worth determined by its size and
texture and color and fitness for the design.
After several days of incredible focus
and labor, the work was completed and
the monk announced that the following day
he would take his creation to a sacred spot
and empty this circle of sand, meditate
and move on to his next project, accepting
without question, the impermanence of the
product of his skill, concentration and patience.
One day I watched each wave at Folly Cove Landing
slowly and with great concentration grind
pieces of granite on the shore into grains
of sand that will, in time, become a lovely beach .
This, too, I thought, will take a long time,
in that, like the mandala, each grain must
be a perfect fit, one matched with hue and tone
to create a pattern of harmony and peace.
Then one day the wind will scatter the sand
and the sea will engulf the shore and
no more will this circle of sand exist –
disbursed and annulled by its maker’s hand.
Marty Luster
Click here for photo of the monk working on the mandala.
Our Gifts and My Shoes
by Mary Colussi, 8th Grader at the St. Ann School, Poet Laureate of the cOupE.
If you were to look inside my shoes during a performance, two things would happen, almost simultaneously: the play would stop, because you are trying to take my boots off without my permission, which is incredibly rude, and you would find some sort of trinket. It might be as simple as a piece of string, or as strangely beautiful as a glass heart. Or, more likely than not, it would be a tiny plastic pig.
I do not put things in my shoes for my enjoyment (rather, it is an uncomfortable situation to be in) nor do I do it for my protection (actors have all sorts of superstitions- we never hesitate to correct a person when they wish us good luck) The reason I stick things in my shoes is simple: I am a Chicken, and Dona is my director. Ever since I started acting with Dona, my fellow Chickens and I have received gifts. They aren’t wrapped up in pretty paper with a bow and a card. I’m not sure where Dona finds these things, or how she transports them, but that would ruin the magic, wouldn’t it? Because, despite my more pragmatic side’s protests, the gifts are magic.
Here’s why: before the audience walked in, the string connected us all. We called it “the string of the universe” and even though I lost mine ages ago, I still feel like I carry it. I had just gotten attached to my glass heart-they were handed to us with great ceremony, right before “Much Ado About Nothing”- when we were told we must exchange them with friends. We did so, and I left my heart at the Unitarian-Universalist Church by accident. Oh, well. My friendship with the person I exchanged hearts with grew a little bit anyway.
Then, there are the most revered of Chicken gifts. Perhaps appropriately and perhaps ironically, this gift represents another farmyard animal of Dona’s childhood: a pig. They are among the easier things to fit into my shoe, since the creatures are little more than pink scraps of plastic. Most people perch them in their ears, or nudged against their temples by their glasses. This is because, while we act, the pigs give us inspiration. At the beginning of practice, kids will stand up and tell us what their pigs are saying; they are used as a medium to say what some will not say, whether it be an interesting new idea or a slightly harsh criticism of a friend’s performance.
Everyone has gifts, and not all of them are put into boxes of bags. In Coupe, we discuss this a lot. Our parents give us the opportunity to fit into a niche of kids unlike any other; Dona gives us literal and metaphorical gifts every day. Then, there are the things we are born with, for some strange, awesome reason. I can make a soundtrack, she can sing, he can do an Australian accent. The older Chickens know each other’s abilities, but part of the fun of bringing new people is discovering what they can do and finding a way to make it work in Shakespeare and Sherwood. It is an adventure, and not always an easy one, but despite the difficulties, Coupe remains glorious in a way I find hard to put into words. But I’m going to try, because someone had to record all of this.
Tonight is your last chance to catch Orville Giddings, the newest gimmesound Artist of the Week on Local Music Seen with Allen Estes at 6pm on Cape Ann TV Channel 12. Then you can see the two of them live at the Rhumb Line starting at 7:30.
Whether he’s solo, duo with Allen or fronting his excellent band, Orville Giddings ROCKS! You’ll be smiling as much as he is.
Remember, it’s Sunday on Cape Ann and that means you don’t have to wait until the evening to get out and take in music. It’s already going on!
See today’s full music lineup here.
If you’ve never seen Preacher Jack, now’s your chance. Imagine the guy from this video and Willie “Loco” on the same stage. Whew! Get ready to ROCK!
And if that weren’t enough, T MAX, is releasing his new CD SHAKE! All tonight, all free. At the Dog Bar.
For those of you who can’t fit into the Dog Bar, there’s lots of other great music tonight too. See full music lineup here.
Good Harbor Totem Pole
A few weeks ago I received a wonderful gift from Terry Hutchinson of Freeport, Maine. It was a collection of post cards from 1909 to the mid-twenties of Gloucester and vicinity – mostly Annisquam. Terry grew up in the Riverdale section of town and is an avid reader of GMG.
I think Terry’s gift should be shared, so I will post the cards (funny how that has a different meaning now) along with current views of the same scene.
The first is identified as “Town Landing, Gloucester” and I’m pretty sure it’s Harbor Cove. Let me know if you disagree.
THEN
NOW
A full house on Wednesday evening at the Essex Shipbuilding Museum’s Waterline Center.
A talk by Robert Booth…
“When Salem Ruled the World, 1790-1830”
Most readers know Salem only for the city’s notorious witch trials. But years later it became a very different city, one that produced America’s first millionaire (still one of history’s 75 wealthiest men) and boasted a maritime trade that made it the country’s richest city. Westward expansion and the industrial revolution would eventually erode Salem’s political importance, but it was a shocking murder and the scandal that followed which led at last to its fall from national prominence.
Robert Booth, a native of Marblehead, Massachusetts, grew up on salt water, racing sailboats, and working as a lobsterman. He is an authority on historic architecture and maritime culture, having reasearched the histories of hundreds of houses and their occupants, from Nantucket to Maine. He helped to rescue America’s last surviving Revolutionary War privateering base, which was moved from Marblehead to Derby Wharf in the Salem Maritime Historic Site, a federal park devoted to seafaring. He works as executive director of the Center for Clinical Social Work, a national advocacy and education association for members of the largest mental-health-care profession in the country. His guidebook, Boston’s Freedom Trail, has stayed in print for nearly thirty years, and he writes about history for the online version of The Boston Globe. He is Curator Emeritus of the Pickering House (1664) of Salem and is the founding director of the online Salem History Society. He resides in Marblehead with his wife and children.
Booth’s latest book…
Death of an Empire: The Rise and Murderous Fall of Salem,
America’s Richest City (Thomas Dunne Books, St. Martin’s Press, 2011)
“A complex and well-researched yarn, Death of an Empire chronicles the little-known history of this relatively brief period of wealth and good fortune for a Massachusetts seafaring center, along with its economic downfall amid the rise of industrialization in the United States. It also recounts a lethal conspiracy and scandal that robbed Salem of whatever remaining luster was left after the city’s golden age. Booth, a local historian – and sometime lobsterman – grew up in Marblehead and knows the territory of which he writes with authority.”
–The Boston Globe
http://www.amazon.com/Death-Empire-Murderous-Americas-Richest/dp/product-description/0312540388
Mako from the Czech Republic joined the Gloucester Police about 7 months ago. Officer Genove and Mako gave a demonstration to pre-school class outside the police station.
I think there might be a game today. This is from the roof of my lab. I can see the top of the big screen so it’s easy to see Varitek and Wakefield walk out from under the big flag draping the Wall but the game is tough to see. Back to work.
Good Morning Gloucester 