Sabbath

Los Angeles 
Concert
Sabbath
Donald

Mérida 

Meridian 

Mesa Verde 

Psalms 89:1
“... I will sing of the mercies of the LORD for ever: with my mouth will I make known thy faithfulness to all generations.”

 

 "His fee was a mere twenty guineas."~~~Peter Quennell

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chess: "Los Angeles" "Concert" "Sabbath" "Donald" "Mérida" "Mesa Verde" "Meridian"

Area of high ground

Veracruz
Signifcance
Area of high ground

San Antonio Mission
Franciscan
Los Angeles 

Psalms 91:4

“He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler.”

 

 

 

 

“A military vest of purple flowed,
Livelier than Meliboean.” ~~~MILTON: Paradise Lost, XI, 241

 

 

La fragua de Vulcano es una obra de Diego Velázquez pintada en Roma en 1630, según informa Antonio Palomino, durante su primer viaje a Italia y junto a La túnica de José, opinión compartida por la crítica. Ambos cuadros fueron pintados sin mediación de encargo, por iniciativa del propio pintor quien los conservó en su poder hasta 1634, vendiéndolos a la corona en esta fecha, junto con otras obras de mano ajena, para la decoración del nuevo Palacio del Buen Retiro.​ Se encuentra desde 1819 en el Museo del Prado.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chess: "Veracruz"  "Significance" "Area of high ground" "San Antonio Mission" "Franciscan" "Los Angeles"

 

 

 

 

The Franciscan missions in Texas were established between 1682 and 1793 by Spanish priests of the Franciscan order. These missions were part of Spain’s efforts to colonize and evangelize the region, which was then part of New Spain. The missions aimed to convert Native Americans to Christianity and integrate them into Spanish colonial society.

A chain of five missions established along the San Antonio River in the 18th century became the largest concentration of Catholic missions in North America. Built primarily to expand Spanish New World influence northward from Mexico, the missions also served to introduce native inhabitants into Spanish society.
Four of the missions (San Jose, San Juan, Concepcion, and Espada) were originally founded in East Texas. As the East Texas missions succumbed to drought, malaria, and French incursions, however, they were relocated to San Antonio.

Alamo Mission San Antonio at Night

The Alamo (1718)

The first and most widely known of these missions was San Antonio de Valero, commonly called the Alamo. It was established in 1718 as a way station between missions already existing in East Texas and other base missions in Mexico. It was well over 100 years old when it became the focal point for the Battle of the Alamo, fought on March 6, 1836. The Alamo will always be remembered and associated with that battle.

Iowa

Iowa
The Rodney King Syndrome: from Los Angeles to Des Moines
Blizzard
Sir Galahad and Sir Gawain
Lady Gaga

Psalm 44:9
"But thou hast cast off, and put us to shame; and goest not forth with our armies."

Iowa:  “Sir,” said one of the monks, “ Sir Galahad will not be of your fellowship,” “Why? said Sir Gawain, “Sir,” said he, “because ye be sinful, and he is blissful.” Then said the monk, “Sir Gawain, thou must do penance for thy sins.” ~~~Thomas Bulfinch: Mythology. The Quest of thee Sangreal, Sir Gawain

 

 Lady GaGA: Sir Galahad-Sir Gawain

Lady Gaga's meat dress

"the turbid life of Dublin"~~~Stanislaus Joyce

 Rodney King beating, LAPD officers' trial and subsequent unrest in pictures

LA erupted into a riot that left 55 people dead after a jury acquitted four white police officers in the beating of black motorist Rodney King.

Dramatic Photos of the 1992 LA Riots

Girl with two elephants

  Thomas Bulfinch: Mytology. The Quest of thee Sangreal, Sir Gawain

Chess: "Iowa" "The Rodney King Syndrome: from Los Angeles to Des Moines" "Blizzard" "Sir Galahad and Sir Gawain"
"Lady Gaga"

La Brea

La Brea
Tar Pits
The Pitch
Los Angeles
Jerusalem
Calafatear
Alquitrán 
Shipwright
Construcción Naval 
Zorro

Luke 24:49
"And, behold, I send the promise of my Father upon you: but tarry ye in the city of Jerusalem, until ye be endued with power from on high."

Shipwright

An expedition's shipwrights building a brigantine, 1541

Calafateando un barco con brea

Calafatear y pintar una embarcación es cuestión de técnica, de maña, de experiencia y buen hacer

 El Calafate, Argentina: 
Perhaps the biggest tourist attraction in the area, you have to venture out to Perito Moreno Glacier to have a look at this 70-meters-thick slab of brilliant blue ice.

Tar bubble at La Brea, Los Angeles, California.

Park La Brea (Los Angeles) - 2019 - Los Angeles, CA

Outside the Page Museum of Los Angeles, life-size replicas of several extinct mammals are featured at the Rancho La Brea in Hancock Park. Although commonly called the “tar pits,” the pools are actually comprised of asphalt.

Park La Brea, Los Angeles, CA

Stephen Shore. Beverly Boulevard and La Brea Avenue, Los Angeles, California, June 21, 1975. 1975

Chess: "La Brea" "Tar Pits" "The Pitch" "Jerusalem" "Los Angeles" "Calafatear" "Alquitrán" "Shipwright" "Construcción Naval" "Zorro" 

Logical Positivism

Ernst Mach and Heinrich Hertz had considered that we were constructing models of the world and that our entire knowledge was in that sense constructed — nothing but interpretations of data.Gottlob Frege, Bertrand Russel and eventually Ludwig Wittgenstein led positivism into a new era – the era of the linguistic turn – by focusing on the statements which we have to make wherever we are concerned with “facts” and wherever we construct models that refer to facts.
The language of logic became important here. A statement of a fact is of scientific value as soon as we can think of a verification or a falsification, of research to substantiate or dismiss this statement. What you have stated can turn out to be “the case” – as in a “positive” medical test result in which anti-bodies were detected, or it can turn out to be “not the case” as in a negative test result, when you show no signs of the infection.
The area of statements that “make sense” in a research project is apparently wide. “Earth has got two moons” is a statement that makes sense in a scientific exploration, even though we have already noted that this is not the case. We can easily discuss the requirements of a meaningful statement (meanigful in the sciences) and we can already state that those statements that turn out to be positively true are a logical subset of all the imaginable statements of things as they could perhaps be.
The statement about the two moons orbiting Earth makes sense, because we have an idea of what situation we should have if we were to conclude: yes this is the case. (Some planets actually do have more than one moon, as we have found out.) A scientific statement is connected to a notion of the situation in which we would verify or falsify the assertion.
Can we gather all our knowledge about the world in factual statements? – Wittgenstein asked in his ground breaking Tractatus (1922). And: What are the limits of this our knowledge if we can?
Both questions are the two crucial positivistic questions which Comte had already asked it in his Dicours sur l’esprit positif (1844), §13. Positivists are concerned with the limitations of their statements and of scientific research in general; and they try not to stretch their statements into metaphysical speculative spheres.
The first question – can we use fact statements with the aim to give a picture of the world as far as we experience it? – received a positive answer in Wittgenstein’s Tractatus: Whatever we note about the world or a more specific object of our research, we will be able to cope with it in factual statements. Any kind of scientific representation of the world is reducible to fact statements. If I identify an object up to the point that I can tell it apart from another similar object, then this is because I can make factual statements of these distinctive specificities. Translated into a banal situation at the laundry, I will say “This actually is my jacket, I can identify it because it has this little flaw, which I remember”. I can make photographs of the specific aspects to make the identification easier, yet the images will again only make sense because I will be able to translate the into statements of facts: “you see on this picture this specific detail which you find only in this objet none of the others on this table…”
Whatever I know as special of the world can be put into statements of aspects I use to identify it. There are, however statements that are not verifiable in the same sense: “Thou shalt not kill” is a statement of quite another class. I may say: “It is a fact that this is a Biblical command, the statement is found in Exodus 20:13”, but how do I prove that it is a fact of the world I am experiencing? What would the world look like if the statement was true? What would it look like if it were false? The statement is non-descriptive, on another level, voluntary one might say.

Causality is another point of interest here. I can claim: “an object topples as soon as its centre of gravity is no longer above its basis”. I could alternatively claim: “an object topples because its centre of gravity is no longer above its basis”. Statement two introduces a new force, the force of causality, into the sphere of statements, but what is the test with which I can determine that statement two is needed and that statement one will not do the job in a description of things as we experience them, or in a grognosis of events? If we restrict our sciences to entities we need in order to describe things and to foretell events we will do without causality, so Wittgenstein in a new consideration of what David Hume had already considererd and what Comte had reaffirmed.
Ludwig Wittgenstein’s considerations were in the 1920s embedded in a move of debates promoted by groups such as the Vienna Circle with Rudolf Carnap, Kurt Gödel, Hans Hahn, Otto Neurath. The second wave of considerations that dealt basically with language and the questions how we link our statements to the world inspired linguists and philosophers in the greater movement of the linguistic turn that led toward structuralism and post-structuralism as large interdisciplinary movements of thought.

Los Angeles

Jeremiah
Machicolation
Mathilda
Sifting
Curfew 
Los Angeles

Psalm 19:2
"Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night sheweth knowledge."

Buen eco hace el Príncipe Saudí cuando dice "bienaventurados los pobres de espíritu..."

"Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile
The short and simple annals of the poor."~~~ Thomas Gray

"Mathilda, took my money and ran Venezuela."

 Angélica Rivero

 Eiza González

Jeremiah

Bar Refaeli

“The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
    The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,
The plowman homeward plods his weary way,
    And leaves the world to darkness and to me.”

~~~Gray: ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD.

"He had memorized a dozen such songs, one for the mules when they were sick, one for dawn over the pyramids, one for a husband and wife tilling their fields of corn. Since he could not read and had no prospect of ever learning, for he was enslaved to his mules, he used his whispered songs as his bible and his dictionary:

‘Klip-klop! Klip-klop!
The smoke I see
Marks where the town hides in the vale.
Go, mules! Speed, mules!
Be kind to me,
And you shall find oats in your pail.’ "

 ~~~James A. Michener: TEXAS. Ch 1 Land of Many Lands.

Chess: "Jeremiah" "Los Angeles" "Machicolation" "Mathilda" "Sifting" "Curfew" 

"ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD"

1The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,

2The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,

3The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,

4And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

5Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight,

6And all the air a solemn stillness holds,

7Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,

8And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds;

9Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower

10The moping owl does to the moon complain

11Of such, as wandering near her secret bower,

12Molest her ancient solitary reign.

13Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade,

14Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap,

15Each in his narrow cell for ever laid,

16The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.

17The breezy call of incense-breathing morn,

18The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed,

19The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn,

20No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.

21For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn,

22Or busy housewife ply her evening care:

23No children run to lisp their sire's return,

24Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.

25Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield,

26Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke;

27How jocund did they drive their team afield!

28How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!

29Let not Ambition mock their useful toil,

30Their homely joys, and destiny obscure;

31Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile,

32The short and simple annals of the poor.

33The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,

34And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,

35Awaits alike the inevitable hour.

36The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

37Nor you, ye Proud, impute to these the fault,

38If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise,

39Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault

40The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.

41Can storied urn or animated bust

42Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath?

43Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust,

44Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death?

45Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid

46Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire;

47Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed,

48Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.

49But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page

50Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll;

51Chill Penury repressed their noble rage,

52And froze the genial current of the soul.

53Full many a gem of purest ray serene,

54The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear:

55Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,

56And waste its sweetness on the desert air.

57Some village-Hampden, that with dauntless breast

58The little tyrant of his fields withstood;

59Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest,

60Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.

61The applause of listening senates to command,

62The threats of pain and ruin to despise,

63To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land,

64And read their history in a nation's eyes,

65Their lot forbade: nor circumscribed alone

66Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined;

67Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne,

68And shut the gates of mercy on mankind,

69The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide,

70To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame,

71Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride

72With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.

73Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife,

74Their sober wishes never learned to stray;

75Along the cool sequestered vale of life

76They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.

77Yet even these bones from insult to protect

78Some frail memorial still erected nigh,

79With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture decked,

80Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.

81Their name, their years, spelt by the unlettered muse,

82The place of fame and elegy supply:

83And many a holy text around she strews,

84That teach the rustic moralist to die.

85For who to dumb Forgetfulness a prey,

86This pleasing anxious being e'er resigned,

87Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day,

88Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?

89On some fond breast the parting soul relies,

90Some pious drops the closing eye requires;

91Ev'n from the tomb the voice of nature cries,

92Ev'n in our ashes live their wonted fires.

93For thee, who mindful of the unhonoured dead

94Dost in these lines their artless tale relate;

95If chance, by lonely Contemplation led,

96Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate,

97Haply some hoary-headed swain may say,

98'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn

99'Brushing with hasty steps the dews away

100'To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.

101'There at the foot of yonder nodding beech

102'That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high,

103'His listless length at noontide would he stretch,

104'And pore upon the brook that babbles by.

105'Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn,

106'Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove,

107'Now drooping, woeful wan, like one forlorn,

108'Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love.

109'One morn I missed him on the customed hill,

110'Along the heath and near his favourite tree;

111'Another came; nor yet beside the rill,

112'Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he;

113'The next with dirges due in sad array

114'Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne.

115'Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay,

116'Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.'

The Epitaph

117Here rests his head upon the lap of earth

118A youth to fortune and to fame unknown.

119Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth,

120And Melancholy marked him for her own.

121Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,

122Heaven did a recompense as largely send:

123He gave to Misery all he had, a tear,

124He gained from Heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.

125No farther seek his merits to disclose,

126Or draw his frailties from their dread abode,

127(There they alike in trembling hope repose)

128The bosom of his Father and his God.