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“journal lissome” is, of course, a Bizarro-World take on “journalism.” The crucial questions of Journalism, Who, What, Where, When, Why, and How, have here been Bizarroed into Hoo, Wat, Wer, Wen, Wie, and Hao. One reason for this is that when you see a drawing or painting that is deemed “non-objective,” i.e. not supposed to represent any object made or found, the human mind cannot help but compare what is seen WITH things already seen. So “That looks like…” is a common reaction, when faced with something that isn’t supposed to look like anything but itself.

What I have drawn with pen and wash and Magic Marker looks calligraphic to me, or like dancers, or plant life. When you bring your own lifetime of visual experience to my drawing you will see something at least slightly different.

Hoo Wat Wer

Half a freeway costs us now
O we Cheatham yes and Howe
On the Rote its sweet and Sour

Wen Wie Hao

With a Bowie we say Noh
Endostrictive with a Boa
N E 1 beheld may Lo

 

About two years after I was born Isaac Asimov wrote a story called “The Dead Past.” The story centered around an invention that could capture images from long ago (supposedly), and the effect of those images on those who used the invention. When I searched for the story to refresh my memory on when it was written, I noticed that there is a .pdf version of the story. It may be in the public domain, and the curious may be able to read it at no charge.

Twenty years later Damon Knight wrote a story called “I See You.” It had a similar invention, but one that was available to everyone. It too is worth reading, and I am grateful to have read it about 45 years ago, because it was a cautionary tale with a chilling message: Sooner or later EVERYONE will be able to watch EVERYONE ELSE do WHATEVER THEY DID during their ENTIRE LIFE. So it behooves us to act as if we are being watched 24/7.

Alas, my behavior is all too often shameful, and I would be mortified if other parties saw what I had done. But when I am mindful, and because the story has more than started to come true, I am careful what I do and say.

This latest installment in my “n.e.s.” series addresses the issue of surveillance. It was informed by the Asimov and Knight stories mentioned above, but also by daily modern life.

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Res ipsa loquitur, I hope. But just in case–in the United States there are some people who cannot bring themselves to say “Black Lives Matter.” In my experience all of them have been white people. They would rather say “All Lives Matter.” They are stubborn, even though many of them have no problem saying “Blue Lives Matter,” meaning the police. If Dr. Seuss were alive, he could have a field day with this. 🙂

I put a smile-emoji in there, but believe me, this is no laughing matter.

Black Lives Matter, Friends.

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Phoenix, Arizona, USA, where I live, has just recorded the hottest July it ever had. And this evening the air conditioner in my apartment decided not to work.

I tried and failed to get a good night’s sleep going, so to distract myself I’ve been spending half the night working on this page. It did a good job of putting the discomfort of the heat at arm’s length, and now my creative August is off to a good start. Stay cool, Friends!