Blueberry Skins

Another squall
Smashing the mimosa
Against the wall,
Fronds closed in surrender
To the violent
Splendor
Watching another lead sky
Relieve its angry colors
Into a silver
Dispassionate afternoon,
The air rests close
Aqueous and clinging,
Slick, cool grapes
And blueberry skins
Sweet, bitter
Taste...
Another
Sweet, bitter day.

How I Met John - May 3, 1978

Thinking back - today John and I planned our June 8 anniversary with a trip to San Francisco to celebrate our 27th.

So I decided to tell you a tale of how John Lisco and Sarah Goodwin met.

On a nice spring evening in Lexington, Kentucky, I went out to dinner with a friend and we decided to go to Postlewaite's to hear The Hatfield Clan play some gritty jazz and blues. The pianist was my piano teacher, Lee, so I loved to come and listen to him play. It was tequila night, and things were hopping.

We found a table near the band and sat down with a drink to listen. I noticed a handsome guy across the room, with long dark wavy hair, an earing dangling, and faded jeans and vest. When the band took a break, I noticed Lee walked over to the handsome stranger to say hello. A few minutes later he made his way to my table to say hi, and I asked him who this guy was!

Turns out his name was John Lisco. I told him I wanted to meet him, and he said I should introduce myself. Well, I was a little concerned about walking right over to him, besides there was a woman on either side of him, and maybe one woman was a date?

My friend kept saying "go do it, go do it," so I went to the bar, bought a tequila sunrise and walked over to this person - John Lisco. I handed him the drink, told him my name was Sarah, and he could come over to talk if he wanted to. I then did a 180 to walk away as fast as I could and I heard his voice, "wait, don't go" and he touched my arm and asked me to stay.

The rest is history - 29 years worth of happy history.

Wired: time's illusion

Albert Einstein's conception of unified spacetime works better on graph paper than in th real world, says Lee Smolin in Wired. Time isn't like those other dimensions - for one thing, we move only one way within it. He says, "What's needed is not to make the notion of time and general relativity work or go back to the notion of absolute time, but to invent something radically new." Wired editors say somebody is going to get it right eventually, but it will just take time.

Their intro says Plato argued that time is constant-it's life that's the illusion. Galileo shrugged over the philosophy of time and figured out how to plot it on a graph so he could get on with the important physics, says Wired. Einstein said that time is just another dimension, a fourth one to go along with the up-down, side-side, forward-back we move through every day.