Thursday, May 13, 2010

Happy 73rd Birthday to Me


This is the cover of an edition of Collier’s magazine dated two days after my birth on 20 May 1937. The back cover is, of course, an ad for Coca-Cola.


One of the full page ads is for Parker pens – the Parker vacumatic – price $7.50. “BE ON YOUR GUARD Against 1937 style pens with 1907 Mechanisms. Read why sacless pens failed to ‘click’ until Parker’s revolutionary Diaphragm Filler was invented by a University Scientist – know your facts, and you can’t be misled.”

Quentin Reynolds, later known as a novelist, is their Sports writer. The editorial page concerns anxiety about the growing strength of unions under President Franklin Delano Roosevelt. “Any Week,” the chatty section recording comments from readers, suggests that readers “might ponder with Mr. Alex Bougainville of New York City the deviousness of Mr. Adolf Hitler, the German Colossus. Mr. Bougainville has just returned from Berlin, where, says he, ‘the roars of “Heil Hitler” by friends greeting each other on the streets are so loud one can’t hear oneself think.’ Says he: ‘The country went wild with joy when Mr. Hitler nobly restored to the citizenry the right to meet one another on the field of honor.


"'This re-established dueling in Germany. This, my dear fellow, is sheer cunning on der Fuehrer’ part. It may happen that some unsuspecting Hans or Heinrich would be suspected of a mildness in his love for der Fuehrer. He is so accused by one of the Nazi’s trigger men. His heated denials will be taken as a personal affront. He is challenged. If he doesn’t accept he is doomed to the fate of the public coward. If he does accept he is going to be done in by an expert. All together now – three cheers for liberty.’


“Or he might join Mrs. Edna S. Ring of Santa Monica, California, and worry about the predicament President Roosevelt may be rigging up for himself – or which is being rigged up for him. ‘I’m as impartial as anybody can be in this worker-employer controversy,’ says she. ‘But I’m wondering whether we aren’t going to find that rule by labor is apt to be as harassing and freedom-crippling as the old-deal rule by the plutocrats. Personally, I’m still working at being a housewife, ten to fourteen hours a day, no salary and nothing for overtime. I do manage a sit-down now and then, sewing on buttons, darning socks, knotting clothes and paring potatoes. Mr. John L. Lewis hasn’t been around shaking his finger at my boss. Wall Street, the C.I.O. and the A.F.L are all one to me. And now I’ve added the chore of worrying for Mr. Roosevelt.”

Spending one’s infancy at the end of the Great Depression, before war industries proved to be the final solution for causing an economic recovery; living ages 1 to 8 in the dark days of World War II, listening to the horrors described by soldiers on leave, or reading it in the faces and behavior, counterbalanced with extreme denial expressed in manic dance styles and sentimental songs, was a long sentence that ended with such a tiny period – the atom – which nevertheless blew a giant and permanent hole in reality. Where did we go from there? As the Parker Pen people say, “Know your facts, and you can’t be misled.” And, of course, trust your “University Scientist.” They all have integrity –

At three weeks of age.

James Thomas Eilers was born 20 May 1937 at 7:45 a.m., at St. Catherine Hospital, City of East Chicago, Indiana. His mother, Ethel Ruth McColley Eilers was 25; his father, Thomas John Eilers, was 32. Doctor: A.S. Yoder.

From the first, grumpy...

Golden Gate Bridge Walk 1987

CLICK ON THE TITLE ABOVE IF YOU WOULD LIKE A SLIDE SHOW OF THE WALK.


The Golden Gate Bridge and I both turned 50 in May of 1987, and so, of course, I had to be among that crowd who walked across the bridge. No one thought what would happen when the people from Marin ran into the people from San Francisco in the middle of the bridge - colossal pedestrian gridlock, with no-one paying any attention to that blond shouting for people to return to where they did not care to go -- Charlotte Maillard. With so much weight on the middle of the bridge, the natural curve in the surface flattened out, and the cables above began to swing wildly, and we all felt a certain delight knowing that we were going to die in a major event. Or, at least, everyone stayed calm and amused, as San Franciscans will. There were the odd elements, of course, someone walking across on top of a giant ball; one person seemed to be intent on crawling across. I was fortunate to be with Peter (Panayotis) Arvanitis, Evmorphia Stratis, her brother Eustathios (Stathi) Stratis, and Stathi's lover from Thailand, Prayot Anusak, and their friend Cecilia Cabanag.



When a helicopter hovered beside the Bridge, everyone comically mimed panic, gesturing at the helicopter, waving their arms, and shouting, "Save us!"


It was a lot of fun, but we did not look forward to being stuck on the bridge hours, and so Prayot had us form a single file snake, and he, the head of the snake, wormed our way through what seemed an impenetrable wall of people -- I don't know what he was doing at the head of our snake to make that work. That was only 23 years ago.

As birthday approaches...

I skip through the past -- all the way back to when Michael Cheda made a five-minute film of me making a mobile -- Only a fragment survives, visible if you CLICK ON THE TITLE ABOVE..

Or call up a charcoal portrait by Penelope Schloss from another era:

Buds in a Garden

In spite of coming from a four-hour gig, The Buds, when they gathered for the afternoon, could not stop playing. Click on this springtime title, "Buds in a Garden," to see them at play: Elisa Welch, Bryan Harrison, Dave Coan, Jim McLaren, Danny taking Jim's guitar for a while, and Mikala Cortez sitting in with bongos. Toy, Meia, and I were treated to a private concert on a very pleasant afternoon. To find out more about The Buds or to get on the list of their Bay Area appearances, often very accessible places, go to http://www.thebuds.org/

Jim McLaren

Elisa Welch

Dave Coan

Bryan Harrison

Saturday, May 08, 2010

Thanking Kenji C Liu....

....Oakland Word Grants Coordinator for publishing my profile among others on Oakland Word (If you want to see click on title above).

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Guides to Buddhism



To find the article Gary Gach has written that is like a ready-made kit for learning about Buddhism, click on "Guides to Buddhism" above. There are links that include further links to Buddhism.
Gary advises also that for those who may want to write about or discuss Buddhism, the website http://www.patheos.com/ has opened its portal to Buddhism.

Monday, April 26, 2010

British Columbia Visits the Embarcadero, San Francisco...

..with these photos taken on a cloudy rainy days. Click on title above if you want to see the slide show.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Filoli March 2010

Click on title above to see a slide show of Filoli (Fight,Love,Live).

Monday, April 19, 2010

The Buds at the Utah Hotel, San Francisco...

...on 15 April 2010. Click on title above to see a series of photos from their appearance at the Utah Hotel.
As I was (happily) ensconed among Code Pink friends, I could mostly photograph only Jim McLaren. True, Jim is very photogenic, but I am sorry that there is less representation of Bryan Harrison, vocal and guitar; Dave Coan, percussion; and Elisa Welch, flute, keyboard, guitar (http://art.net/~elisa). I don't know the name of that Chevy Chase lookalike who sat in on mandolin.
For information on the Buds, their upcoming Bay Area concerts, how to order their CD, etc., go to www.TheBudsMusic.org

Andrew Kelsey of the group Uncle Charlie...

... at Hotel Utah in San Francisco on 15 April 2010. Click on title for a handful of photos.

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Caetano Veloso 17 April 2010 San Francisco


Click on the title above to see Caetano Veloso at this 17 April 2010 concert in San Francisco. (Excuse the few obscure pictures of the audience, but I wanted to convey their enthusiasm, finally crowding the edge of the stage.)
Personally I like his dreamy, romantic songs, but they do not truly represent the wild things he does with his voice, especially with his trio of very young musicians who are hard driving, with a beat that seems ritualistic, with Veloso as their slow, shuffle-dancing priest (Pedro Sa, electric guitar; Ricardo Dias Gomes, base and Fender Rhodes; Marcelo Callado, drums). As the booklet for the San Francisco Jazz Spring Season notes, Veloso "has taken on everything from funky samba workouts to ethereal balladry and orchestral pieces." Recently, as demonstrated in this concert, Veloso has "used jittery indie rock in order to process the intense emotions surrounding his divorce..." He now has "an edgier vision..." But you might want to sample the sweeter side, you might copy and sample this from YouTube, from Almodovar's film TALK TO HER: "Cucurrucucu Paloma," or discover pieces of Veloso there: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-CsA1CcA4Z8&feature=related

Plum Blossom Festival, 18 April 2010


It is not news that San Francisco can feel more like a film than reality. So many possible things to do today -- the new Ecology Center at Third Street and Cesar Chavez, where the native Ohlones would be present. But I was instead going to the annual Northern California Book Awards at the Main Library. But before I could get there I found myself walking parallel to some portion of the Plum Blossom Festival ... and that seemed to blend into something else .. Was it a Fools Parade? ... Cllick on title above, PLUM BLOSSOM FESTIVAL ...

The Two Chanas Win the Prize - 18 April 2010

At the 18 April 2010 Northern California Books Award, Chana Block and Chana Kronfeld won in the category of "Translation -- Poetry" for HOVERING AT A LOW ALTITUDE; THE COLLECTED POETRY OF DAHLIA RAVIKOVITCH.





Sunday, March 28, 2010

More Recoveries...A Letter from Sebastian

As I described in my article, "Sebastian's Nocturnal Dream Shows," in the May-June 2008 issue of The Gay & Lesbian Review, at the old Palace Theater in North Beach where the Cockettes were born, there were first the wonderful films programed by Sebastian (AKA Milton Miron). His programming of films seemed to have a profound intent, and certainly inspired and intrigued me so I sent him a fan letter. And in my opening boxes from decades ago, I found Sebastian's sweet response -- I can see why I saved the letter -- and you might want to click and enlarge his letter as the script itself is so very charming.


And I have saved one of my free passes for the day when there is another Nocturnal Dream Shows:

I must have photographed the old Nocturnal Dreams "headquarters" in the Mission after it was abandoned.....

ALICE DRAWINGS COMPARED


Thanks to Paul Ha.'s facsimile of the original manuscript of Lewis Carroll's ALICE IN WONDERLAND, I can compare Carroll's own original drawings with those of Tenniel who illustrated the published version. Click on ALICE DRAWINGS COMPARED, above, if you would like to compare 5 drawings. In case I am violated some copyright laws, I will probably delete this from my blog fairly soon.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Marga's Birthday


CLICK ON "Marga's Birthday" title above to view a slide show of this celebration.
Hosts Martha H and Thom B are barely present in these photos -- sorry, hosts. We had a little group of 7 to give Marga a birthday brunch. No one had any trouble saying how wonderful she is, how her presence means love is present. With the hosts, Jim E, Jane B, and Leslie A (and Otis, the pug, and the cats Lily and Jack) looking on, Rod K gave Marga a birthday ritual. I guess I won't have to worry about copyright infringement as I cannot find my copy of Hafiz' THE GIFT to present the verses Rod read, and the one that Marga read, but perhaps they will list the titles of those verses in the COMMENTS section of this entry. A beautiful day to celebrate a beautiful human being.

Monday, March 22, 2010

PEACE MARCH


CLICK ON "PEACE MARCH" in title to see a slide show.
Soon after the time (10:34 a.m.) when the year turned to Spring Equinox, there was a Peace March in San Francisco. It will be clear from my photos that I was mostly following the course of friends through the march. Demonstrations now seem to be in the trough between two waves. The wars should still be the most terrible business that concerns us, but it is difficult to counter the fact that war has become everyday business for U.S.Americans (mostly representing jobs for young people unable to find work). Instead of a Peace March (I tend to type "Peach March," and wish the day would come when we would gather for a "Peach March), we should call it a Day For All Protests, and in some ways it may be good to bundle the large number of terrible problems and parade them as reminders through the streets. There were signs for every problem -- unfair incarcerations; protests against capital punishment; need for jobs -- perhaps only half of the picket signs referred to war.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

THRESHOLD CHOIR'S 10TH ANNIVERSARY CELEBRATION

Threshold Choir, whose members team up to sing at the bedsides of the ill, had their 10th Anniversary Celebration on Spring Equinox, 20 March 2010, at Lake Merritt United Methodist Church in Oakland, California. Soloist Melanie DeMore conducted for a while and sang a beautiful "There Is a Balm in Gilead." Founder/Director/Conductor Kate Munger was honored by the Choir.
CLICK ON THE TITLE ABOVE, "THRESHOLD CHOIR'S 10TH ANNIVERSARY CELEBRATION," to see a few photos from that evening (unfortunately, I had to arrive late).

SOME KIND OF ESSAY

Click on SOME KIND OF ESSAY above -- if you want to see what it means.


Photos added to LAKE TAHOE IN WINTER

Click on title above if you want to see an expanded slide show of pre-digital photos of Lake Tahoe in Winter, when a group of us, renting a house for a few days, found our selves blessed with snowy beauty (Fred G., Paul H., Bob M., James D.)
Along with the photos I wrote a verse-- that I keep re-writing...(below):


Lake Tahoe, Winter

The sleeping bear of winter snores where
water rolls the stones along the shore.
The seagulls and the mallards bounce
on waves, hoping to get the score –
“Where is my morsel?” “What is my fate?”

The slow white bullets of snow drill
the trees, water, and earth with deadly cold.
The lake grinds its pebbled teeth. It’s a thrill
to stand in the breath of the bear, feeling bold.
Yet where is my morsel? What, my fate?



- "Lake Tahoe, Winter" - James McColley Eilers, Copyright March 2010

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Oakland in February and March 2010

For a slide show of Oakland views, CLICK ON SUBJECT LINE, "OAKLAND IN FEBRUARY AND MARCH 2010"

Sunday, March 07, 2010

Two Farewell Haiku for Victor Gonzalez

Two Haiku to Say Fare-Thee-Well on 6 March 2010 to Old Friend Victor Gonzalez Leaving to Live in Merida, in the Yucatan, Mexico

I.
When’s the right moment
for (how the bow string trembles)
two old friends to part?

II.
We care more than most
though our parting looks more like
weak tea than strong wine.

My Two Mothers

On the left, below, is my mother, Ethel Ruth McColley Eilers, the mother of my older brother, Edward Lloyd (Buster), myself, James Thomas, and my younger brother, Dennis Raymond. Ethel was always allied with her older sister, on the right below, Elsie Mathilde McColley Pierce Scherer, the matriarch of the McColley clan, who had helped and protected Ruth during their difficult early years. Both were present throughout the lives of myself and my brothers, like two mothers, but suddenly at the end of her life, Ruth felt she had been oppressed by Elsie all her life, and severed their relationship. Below that is my verse about this "double oedipal" situation.



Mother

I did not let them come into my heart anymore –
my mother and my aunt who hovered over
my childhood. When they came to visit,
they jostled to hug me, but my aunt always won.
“Yes, hug her first,” said my mother bitterly.
My two mothers pulled me apart. I was supposed
to bring meaning to their lives, find
the Golden Fleece, return with the Holy Grail.
That’s why I made it a point to fail.

But they were the talkers, the story tellers;
they made me a writer, and somewhere back there
I believed in one or the other. Lying in bed
against my aunt’s ample bosom, while she read
to me from Bambi and Forever Amber, I was glad
that my uncle worked the night shift in the mills.
Recently I let it come back into my life –
that fearful mother thing. It would suffocate,
I thought. It will cover my mouth like a breast

but also cover my nose and stop my breath.
But then I let it come. It was a soft cape
at the back of my head and shoulders. I sank
into it as if it were bread dough. It held me.
I let it come back: breast, womb, warm
enfolding arms, comfort. It was no longer
the Wasp Queen or the Virgin Mary with crescent
talons sweeping down the night to tear
out my heart. The mother thing, freed

of my mother and my aunt, came into my life
as if it were part of the universe, that black
stuff between the stars drifting down to hold
me and to heal me and to make me not afraid
of love and connection. It’s like a fur cap
for a cold head. It’s like lifting a warm
tortilla in your hand. I intend to entertain
this stranger, the Mother. I only wish my
mother had found her. Goddess of Mercy,
Our Lady of Compassion, heal us all.

(Copyright 2010, James McColley Eilers)

Friday, March 05, 2010

WELCOME, SPRING


And if you want to see some other photos, CLICK ON THE TITLE, "WELCOME, SPRING," above.

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Happy Birthday, Paul Heidt

One of the reasons I love Paul Heidt and wish him a happy birthday is that when we were on an AIDS Walk where there were religous bigots along the way, Paul cheerfully asked me to take this picture, rather deflating the fervor of the young man behind him who was holding this sign:

Happy New Year, Year of the Tiger


Sophia Likes Puddles, Puddles Like Sophia

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Chapter One: Scanning PreDigital Photos

CLICK ON THE TITLE ABOVE to see a slide show of predigital photos (as I go through storage boxes of old photos)...

Elephant is Dead, Long Live Elephant

In the 1989 earthquake this elephant bell was broken...


...but I glued it back together, and the ceramic bell rings again. It is marked inside with the date of that earthquake, and awaits its fate in the next major earthquake: