Monday, December 25, 2006

Christmas Day

Snow December 19 (Click to See Larger)

Kiss the Joy as It Flies

Christmas Greetings 2006

17 December

Dear Friends and Family,

We wish you the peace and joy of this season. May you cherish each moment of grace.

The amazing news is that Ed has survived yet another year in relatively good health. We have had some scary moments, and he has undergone three changes in chemotherapy protocols. He received a blood transfusion in September, which greatly boosted his energy, and continues to receive injections to boost the red and white blood cells ravaged by the chemo. Overall, the quality of life remains good, although each day is lived in the presence of this illness that governs our every move. If you want to receive occasional updates via email, please us know and we’ll add you to the “Ed Update List.”

The second most amazing event of this year was the celebration over Memorial Day Weekend of “Ed’s Eighty Trips around the Sun,” with three days and more of visits from friends and family from near and far, good food and fellowship, a digital slide show with music, a piñata, and fireworks.

We stayed closer to home, but did manage to go to Washington, D.C. in March, where we enjoyed the cherry blossoms, museums, memorials, theater, and opera (“Das Rheingold”), and the company of our friend Roz. In July we enjoyed a trip to Tucson, with excursions in the desert and visits with friends, even though it was in the midst of a record-breaking heat wave. October’s excursion was a culture break to Los Angeles, where we attended the opera (“Manon”) and the symphony (in the new Disney Concert Hall designed by Frank Gehry). Our final trip was to Florida during the first week in December, where we enjoyed seeing friends and relatives, museums in St. Petersburg and Sarasota, and beachwalking and birdwatching on Sanibel Island.

Jesse and Psyche are now on their own. Both children have had success in their careers this year. Jesse continues to spend more time doing free-lance work, and he was featured in a new book, Mangaka America: Manga by America’s Hottest Artists, currently ranked #31,762 on (Barack Obama’s The Audacity of Hope is #1 – that gives me hope). Jesse continues to live in his little artist’s house south of downtown, and it is good to have him nearby – he takes care of the house and animals when we are away. You can find links to Jesse’s work (and to Jesse) at

changed jobs in September and is now working as an executive assistant at Hellman and Friedman, an international investment firm. She comes home to visit now and then, and leads a busy social life wherever she is. She continues to share her San Francisco apartment in the Mission District with her best friends from college, and still has Ro, whom some of you met at the party, as her boyfriend. We had both Jesse and Psyche together with us for Thanksgiving this year for the first time since we can remember, and we’re looking forward to being together again for Christmas. I am humbled and filled with gratitude when I think that my children have survived to adulthood and become people I’m happy to know. Despite whatever mistakes were made in their upbringing, their parents loved them dearly and still do.

Linnea continues her work as the nominally half-time librarian at Bandelier Elementary School. She actually puts in at least two-thirds time, but loves working with the children, who give her energy and hope (most of the time). The big event this fall was One Book One School in which the entire school read E.B. White’s classic 1952 novel, Charlotte’s Web. On December 13, 376 Bandelier readers joined with half a million other people in a world-wide attempt to break a Guinness World Record for simultaneous reading aloud. We won’t know until sometime in the spring whether the record was broken. For more information see Writing, research, and teaching children’s literature has taken a back seat to everything else, although she continues to review for Kirkus.

Ed continues to survive cancer, spending quite a lot of time in waiting rooms at the University of New Mexico Cancer Research Center. He also works on genealogy, reads the The New York Times, The New Yorker, and This Week, and still does some of the grocery shopping and cooking. He also keeps the dog, cats, chickens, and sheep from starving. He appreciates all the prayers, love, and good wishes you have continued to send his way, and sends you all his love.

Walking on the beautiful, shell-strewn beaches of Sanibel Island two weeks ago, I was struck by the variety in patterns, and the intricate perfect structures of the shells. Yet I felt sadness, too. The very sands beneath my feet, were made of shells, ground fine over millennia, millions and billions and trillions of skeletons of formerly living creatures. I thought of the vastness and the beauty of our earth, of how small a part we play, of the endless recycling of matter, and perhaps spirit. I was thrilled also to see alligators and an American Crocodile up close – survivors perhaps of the age of dinosaurs – and the birds, too—the long-legged and long-necked herons, wood storks, anhingas and spoonbills. There is also the miracle of the snowflake, those perfect crystal forms – no two alike it is said – but how can we possibly know ? – that sometimes last only for an instant, but sometimes for millennia in the ice of glaciers.

Our world is a place both beautiful and terrible. I will quote again from E.B. White’s passage from Charlotte’s Web (183):“Life in the barn was very good – night and day, winter and summer, spring and fall, dull days and bright days. It was the best place to be, thought Wilbur, this warm delicious cellar, with the garrulous geese, the changing seasons, the heat of the sun, the passage of swallows, the nearness of rats, the sameness of sheep, the love of spiders, the smell of manure, and the glory of everything.”

But, I’m also reminded of “Eternity” by William Blake who wrote elsewhere, “To see the world in a grain of sand…”

He who bends to himself a joy

Does the winged life destroy;

But he who kisses the joy as it flies

Lives in eternity’s sun rise.

May each of us “kiss the joy as it flies” this year. Time is all we have.

Friday, November 24, 2006

Sunday, November 5, 2006


Jesse came over yesterday with a beautiful new book in which he is one of the featured artists:

Mangaka America: Manga by America's Hottest Artists.

The book is available on Amazon, and probably other places as well.

Congratulations, Jesse, on being one of America's hottest artists! There is a section on Jesse's work, accompanied by autogiographical comments on how he became interested in manga, followed by a tutorial that explains how he creates his robot images.

For Jesse's art click on:

Friday, October 20, 2006

Trip to Los Angeles, October 10-14

We spent most of our time in downtown Los Angeles, where we stayed at the Millennium Biltmore Hotel. We went to Massenet's Manon, performed by the Los Angles Opera, and conducted by Placido Domingo at the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion on Wednesday. It was a gorgeous production -- quite Hollywood -- with colorful costumes, and beautiful young singers, including Anna Netrebko. On Thursday night we went to The Los Angeles Philharmonic in Frank Gehry's marvelous new Disney Concert Hall, where we heard Pictures at an Exhibition and other works. And on Friday we went to see Lynn Redgrave in Nightingale. We visited the Norton Simon Museum in Pasadena, explored some of the downtown area, including the new cathedral, and also got to the Armand Hammer Museum and the sculpture garden on the UCLA campus. We enjoyed some interesting meals, ranging from Asian food in paper containers at the bustling Central Market, to an elegant lunch at the Water Grill.

Here are two pictures: of Ed in front of the Concert Hall, and the "Peace on Earth" fountain with the Los Angeles City Hall in the background. I am having to edit my previous posts, cutting out some of the photos since I've exceeded my limits for photos.

Monday, September 4, 2006

Family Portrait, Labor Day 2006

Here we all are at Jesse's house to get a group picture (thanks, Sam!) before dropping Psyche at the airport this noon.

Julia and Carrie, August 2006

Sunday, August 20, 2006

Alfresco at the Flying Star and the Santa Fe Opera

August 18-19, we had some
dramatic outdoor dining
experiences. On Friday
at Albuquerque's Flying Star
on Rio Grande, while sitting
on the dog patio with
Jeanne and Ross Burkhardt,we were treated to a few raindrops (see Ross and Ed under the blue umbrella), followed bya spectacular double rainbow and then a gorgeous sunset.

On Saturday, Ross drove us
through pouring rain on the way
to the opera in Santa Fe.

Clouds, still hovering in patches below the mountains, cleared as we set up our tailgate picnic: salmorejo, chicken, olives, eggs, fresh tomatoes with basil, prosciutto, cheese, salsa,
chutney, a baguette, blue corn chips, champagne, and tea and plum cake for dessert.

Then we attended a fabulous
production of Carmen,
with Anne Sofie Van Otter
singing the title role --
I called it "a thinking woman's Carmen."

As you can see, it was chilly -- we bundled up in everything we had.

(Click on the pictures if you want to see them larger.)

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Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Commonplace Book: Reflections on Old Age and Death

Ed and I had lunch last week with old friends and Ed’s former colleague John Yeakel and his wife Deborah. We met at the Hispanic Cultural Center, which offers a fine buffet lunch. The conversation often turned to the topic of aging, and the inevitable decline of health that that brings. Deborah said to me, “It happens to all of us eventually, sooner or later.” I’ve been thinking about that. I know I’ve always thought, “But it won’t happen to me.” I’ll go at full-strength until I drop; although, I can see that even now at age 62, I don’t have the stamina, flexibility, energy, and resilience that I had at 27.

What is there in literature that prepares us for this? What kind of story can one create about gradual decline, increasing disability, and eventual death? There’s no gripping plot here. The obstacles tend to involve medical interventions that will temporarily postpone inevitable death, and allow a bit of fairly good living for a little longer.

There are novels where a character reflects on his or her life from the perspective of the death bed (e.g., Patrick White’s The Eye of the Storm, or Penelope Lively’s Moon Tiger). But those stories are not really about old age and decline, but about the life that has been lived.

Perhaps the story passes to the younger generation, and the old person survives to impart essential wisdom, or tales of past experience to those who will survive. The old are often paired with the young – the grandparents in Heidi, for example, who are teachers and mentors. But, in our society today, how often does this occur? The elderly are often separated from their children and grandchildren, except for occasional visits. Or they become a burden, needing care, whether living in a family home or placed in a nursing home or senior citizens center.

Perhaps what the elderly and dying give us is a model, a vision, of what is ahead for all of us? Can we make some choices about how we will cope? In Patricia Wrightson’s A Little Fear, an old woman rebels, leaves her safe confining senior citizen’s home, and runs off to an old property in the Australian bush, where she confronts mythical little people. There are other stories like this of old folks rebelling. But rebelling, except in small ways, isn’t what most of us will do, or be able to do. It isn’t even the wisest thing to do – or is fiction essentially about breaking rules and conventions? Little Red Riding Hood wanders off the path and talks to the wolf, and Peter Rabbit explores the forbidden garden of Mr. MacGregor.

Of course, death -- but dramatic death! – is a staple of great literature. Murder and accidents, especially to the young, death in war, or involving sacrifice all make good stories. Even the death of the elderly can be dramatic, as in great tragedies, for example Oedipus, Macbeth, and King Lear. Even illness, but mainly in the young, can make a good story: Mimi in La Boheme, Violetta in La Traviata (who can still belt out arias on their deathbeds); and of course star-crossed lovers such as Romeo and Juliet, and Aida and Radames.

Dylan Thomas urged his father to “Rage, rage, against the dying of the light … Do not go gentle into that good night.”

But, do we really want to rage against it? Is there a time to simply accept. To let go?

Is there a literature in other cultures that does a better job of making sense of the end of life and old age?

Perhaps we need to turn to poetry, not fiction, for literature that can help us make sense of the decline of life? A.R. Ammons in "In View of the Fact," talks of:

love that can grow brighter
and deeper till the very end, gaining strength
and getting more precious all the way. . . .

Dylan Thomas, in his wonderful voice, reads "Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night":

there is also a copy of the poem and a reflection on it:

But, I’m not willing to give up the search for fiction, yet, perhaps from other cultures? Suggestions welcome!

Monday, July 17, 2006

Undercover Video at a California Egg Farm

This is a very sad video. I think the solution is not to avoid eating eggs and chickens or meat, but to try to only buy from sources that treat animals humanely. We love our happy chickens, and they produce delicious eggs.

Sunday, July 16, 2006

Choosing a Camera

July 15, 2006

I finally ordered a camera (Canon Cybershot A620) this morning, after spending several days exhaustively (and exhaustingly) reading online reviews. There are several sites that review in more depth than most people could ever want. I googled digital camera reviews (did you see that google as a verb is now being included in new dictionaries?), and came up with at least these:

plus Cnet, and several others.

To tell the truth I'm not quite sure what I was looking at all times. There may be some overlap in the above addresses. I also tapped into some discussion forums, but they tend to be pretty scattered. I found Steve's (at least a name to latch onto on that one), and one of the DC sites to be excellent (reviews by Jeff and maybe others). In fact, I think I'll go back and print the reviews of the camera I bought. Some of them also have online tutorials, and you could practically use the sites as manuals (no printed manual for this camera) since they show every button and dial and tell how each is used.

I printed pages and pages of stuff, and went through a long question/answer routine which was supposed to pick the best camera for me, but I don't think the camera I picked was on any of those lists, although I changed my answers several times to see what different recommendations would come up. My other choices did tend to come up as one of the 20 cameras, but never at the top of the list.

Finally I narrowed my choices to four possibilities: the Canon A620 (and possibly the A700), the very small Canon Powershot SD700 IS (a beautiful little thing, costing close to $500), and in the similarly priced Canon Powershot S3 IS 12x zoom, and the very similar Sony Cybershot DSC H5. Two salesmen at Circuit City, who were very helpful, preferred the Sony to the Canon. I rather liked the simplicity of the button arrangement on the back of the Sony. There were several other differences, and ratings were very close. The Canon had an articulated LCD display, which was quite small. But, I loved the idea of having one of those to play with (shooting over a high fence, or in a crowd, or even something over your shoulder), and the ability to close it up so the display area doesn't get scratched. However, I wasn't sure I was really crazy about either of those two cameras -- they are pretty big -- a bit bigger than my defunct Olympus C3040 with its 3x optical zoom -- although the 12X stabilized zoom was a real temptation. However, when I picked up the Canon A620, which I finally found to handle at CompUSA, it felt very good in my hands, and when I looked through the viewfinder, it was very sharp.

The SD700 IS was quite wonderful, but when I thought of spending that much money, I had the feeling I wanted something that felt more like a "real" camera. I did look at the SLRs, but decided there is no way I'm ready for them at this point -- nor do I want to go backpacking with them. I was also considering the somewhat newer Canon A700, which has a 6x zoom and a larger LCD display. In truth, I've never used the LCD display for photographing, only for playback. I can see its advantages, but after a lifetime of holding cameras up to my eye, that feels best to me, and I feel it is so much easier to hold the camera steady. The tiny, not very sharp viewfinder was one thing that turned me away from the small SD700 IS, plus, as some reviewers pointed out, when you do put it up to your face, your nose smudges that beautiful large LCD display. The A620 had a great viewfinder, and what I am excited about is the articulated LCD display -- maybe I now will use it. It also will show grid lines so you can level your horizons. As I read further in reviews I found out that the viewfinders on most cameras is slightly askew, which is why I keep having to edit pictures to straighten them -- so if it looks straight in the viewfinder, on Ed's Canon A75, for example, it is actually leaning a bit to one side, so everything will be tilting a little in the picture. For some reasons, putting together all these slide shows, these crooked pictures have been driving me nuts. I really notice them. It is like walking into a house and feeling compelled to straighten all the pictures hanging on the walls.

Using the LCD would help with that. I also like the articulated LCD because when it is closed up, there's no surface to scratch. Also the lens closes up when you turn the camera off -- no lens cap to worry about, so I will be able to just throw the camera into my purse or backpack or suitcase, or stick it in the bag with the binoculars, and I won't have to worry about anything getting scratched. I like that. No extra case is necessary. The lens cap on my Olympus never wanted to stay on, and I was always forgetting to take it off before I turned the camera on. The nice leather case for that fit so tight -- forget ever getting the camera into it.

I have compromised on a kind of middle-of-the-road camera. I hope it will feel small enough so that it will be as easy to take along as to leave home (although not as small as the cell-phone, pack of cards-sized SD700), and that the 4x zoom and 700 mega pixels will be enough to keep me fairly happy. If not, since I've just paid $229 for this camera (online from, I can still afford to buy one of the 12X zooms -- and maybe in another few months or a year, they'll have made a few more improvements and have some of the bugs worked out. One drawback with the Sony was that at high zoom it got "purple fringing." The example is not nice -- but then that probably won't happen that often. It also fell down on the "burst" shooting when you can set it to do many pictures in a row. On the plus side, it had Sony TV quality video capabilities with the ability to zoom while shooting a video, which would be nice, and a very long flash, which one reviewer put as a negative, however. The Canon had the articulated, although smaller, LCD, and Canons do have an excellent reputation..

Batteries: Another factor in my decision was battery type. The very small cameras cannot, of course, use AA batteries. The others I looked at do. This means you can pick up substitute batteries anywhere, anytime, if you accidentally run out of power (as I did once in a tiny village in Switzerland), and in a pinch you don't have to wait for batteries to re-charge. The cost of AA batteries is much less than the $50 (typical price) for proprietary batteries, of which you would, of course, want at least 2. The Sony 12x takes just 2 AA batteries, which would lessen the weight a bit. The Canon A700 also takes just two. The others all take 4.

Shutter Lag: The shutter lag has apparently improved on almost all digitals. The lag time is reported to be .7 of a second, which sounds pretty good to me. It turns out the A620 is a #1 camera in popularity on several lists, and was at the top of the list in Consumer Report's ratings of compact cameras. I suppose I could have stopped research after reading Consumer Reports and saved myself several days of work. Ed says, "That's the camera I suggested you buy about 2 weeks ago!" But, of course, I had to look at everything.

The two 12x zooms are too new to be listed in CR. The predecessor to the Canon (which lacked image stabilization -- a very good thing to have) got very high marks. I still may spring for one of the 12xs in the future if I feel a need for a 12x zoom. The cameras are not nearly as bulky as SLRs, and will do several things SLRs will not do. As for differences in quality, I suspect that for most of us, in most instances, we are not going to see the difference. I did read what the NYTimes news photographers use -- top end professional Canons that cost $7,000 to 10,000. I think that is moving into another realm. I read a "professional" review of another SLR that costs "only" between $3,000 and $4,000. It was judged well worth the price and would "pay for itself" in no time. I guess if you want the ultimate in high zoom plus high light-gathering lenses, and high speed, and high resolution, which you would want for news photos, and maybe not too much weight, you have to pay for it.

Saturday, July 8, 2006

Commonplace Book

Saturday, July 08, 2006

Commonplace Book

This is where I am putting quotations that are meaningful to me, and my comments on them.

I Corinthians 13:1-13
New Jersusalem translation

If I speak in the tongues of mortals and of angels, but do not have love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give away all my possessions, and if I hand over my body so that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Love never ends. But as for prophecies, they will come to an end; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will come to an end. For we know only in part, and we prophesy only in part; but when the complete comes, the partial will come to an end. When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I reasoned like a child; when I became an adult, I put an end to childish ways. For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then we will see face to face. Now I know only in part; then I will know fully, even as I have been fully known. And now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; and the greatest of these is love.

"Love is patient" are words that came to me in our cancer caregivers' writing group yesterday afternoon as we wrote on the topic of "patience." None of us were sure where the words came from, but we all knew them. I realize that one reason I didn't immediataely recognize the source is that I'm more familiar with the traditional King James version in which love is called "charity" and instead of love being "patient," "Charity suffereth long and is kind."

Although I know the other translations, also (of the Greek agape). There are so many phrases in this letter of Paul to the Corinthians that are mainstays of my thinking. It comes as a bit of a shock to realize they are all here together in this one place.

Two other quotations came to me as I was writing, that seemed related to "love is patient." The first of these was Shakespeare's sonnet that begins, "Let me not to the marriage of true minds..." and the other was the "Serenity Prayer" attributed to St. Francis, although his authorship is disputed.

Sonnet 116
Let Me Not to the Marriage of True Minds

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:

O, no! it is an ever-fixèd mark,

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wand'ring bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his heighth be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come;

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom:

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Hmm. I find out this not St. Francis, but Reinhold Niebhur, and that there are many versions of this prayer, supposedly written on July 1, 1943. There's an extended discussion in Wikipedia

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change;

courage to change the things I can; and

the wisdom to know the difference.

Living one day at a time;

enjoying one moment at a time;

accepting hardship as the pathway to peace.

Taking, as He did, this sinful world as it is, not as I would have it.

Trusting that He will make all things right, if I surrender to His will.

That I may be reasonably happy in this life,

and supremely happy with Him forever in the next.

All of these quotations are related to the topic of "love and patience."

These historical authors are so much more real to me now that I've visited Assisi and although we didn't make it to Corinth, we did get to Ephesus. And of course to Stratford-on-Avon and London!

Now what is the St. Francis prayer of which I'm thinking?

Prayer of Saint Francis

The so-called Prayer of Saint Francis is a Christian prayer widely attributed to the 13th-century saint Francis of Assisi, although it cannot be traced back further than the 19th century.

Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace;

where there is hatred, let me sow love;

where there is injury, pardon;

where there is doubt, faith;

where there is despair, hope;

where there is darkness, light;

and where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master,

grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;

to be understood, as to understand;

to be loved, as to love;

for it is in giving that we receive,

it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,

and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.


Interestingly this, like the "Serenity Prayer" is also used by Alcoholics Anonymous. I suppose that fighting against addiction is not too different from fighting to live with an incurable disease, or with any distressing circumstances beyond one's control.

An excerpt from my notebook: "Perhaps just as bravery isn't about not being afraid, but being brave in the face of fear, maybe patience isn't about being accepting and calm, but being patient in the face of panic, anger, frustration, and sorrow."

Friday, July 7, 2006

Happy Chickens: Ed's Eightieth Birthday Party Celebration, May 2006

Happy Chickens: Ed's Eightieth Birthday Party Celebration, May 2006

Note on the photos: Click to see them full size. Photographs for the birthday party celebration were made by various photographers, including Ross and Jeanne Burkhardt, Eleonor Hellman and Bruce Blossman, Linnea Hendrickson, Ed Philips, and Jesse Philips.

Ed's Eighty Trips around the Sun

Eighty friends and relatives gathered over the weekend of May 26-29, 2006 to celebrate Ed Philips's eightieth birthday during three days of parties. Here are some of the comments made by guests who attended:

Thanks again for including us in the big celebration of Ed's 80th. Your party made it very evident that the two of you are truly loved by your large family and many friends. --Eleonor Hellman and Bruce Blossman (Santa Fe)

We enjoyed getting to know some of your friends we’d never met before …. Mary Kay, Susan, and especially Craig…as well as catching with those we did know…the weekend made me think of “Camelot” – “for one, brief, shing moment…” so many people came together from so far just to be joyful… We hope the warmth of those great 3 days will stay with you throughout the year, especially when there are “bumps in the road.” – Karen Nystrom (Fort Collins, CO)

Uncle Ed, you are very special and I wanted so much to come and was glad it all worked out! Now you and I have work to do to get better….I had a good trip back; managed a business class upgrade and slept for 7 of the 11 hour flight. The woman behind me asked what drugs I took and I just told her it was a great celebration weekend with family, thus I was exhausted. The best kind of drugs! -- Maggie Scheid (who came all the way from England)

It was the most beautiful party I have ever attended, I think, and my appreciation of you, and your love for Ed, only increases! -Eleanor Schick (Albuquerque)

I'm still sharing with Dawn the happy memories of the three parties last week. I have never in all my days been a part of such an extended and happy birthday celebration. – Craig Werner (Buffalo, NY)

Ed's Eightieth Birthday Party Celebration, May 2006