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Palin’s “Rogue” Christianity — Sally Quinn. And Some Noah’s Ark Thoughts Of My Own.


Last night as my husband drove us home from U.T. after a quintessential fall day of moody clouds, images morphed and chased one another through my mind, as usual, and intertwined:  Palin shooting caribou, wolves, or some frightened fleeing animal from a helicoptor, her lip-smacking assertion that “I always remind people outside our state that there is plenty of room for all Alaska’s animals–right next to the mashed potatoes,” and Noah’s ark.  The soundtrack alternated between Dylan’s “God Gave Names to all the Animals” and Steven Stills’ “Fallen Eagle,” from MANASSAS, complete with words:

Sing to the fallen eagle
Helicopters fly
Chase him ’round the mountains
Chase him ’til he dies

They say that it’s good sportin’
Shootin’ him on the wing
Above the roar and clatter
You can hear your rifle sing
his death song
it won’t be long

Sing to the western rancher
The eagle takes his lamb
He’s got a thousand others
He don’t give a damn

Get up with the sunrise
Everybody gather ’round
Kill him with the first shot
He’ll turn and bring you down
down down
crash on the ground

Sing to the noble eagle
Help is on the way
A government team of experts
Is a’rushin’ to your aid

I know your not excited
An eagle is no waif
Fly on up to Canada
This country isn’t safe
that’s for sure.


If the Bible says “Man” is supposed to protect God’s Creation, as symbolized in the Book of Noah, why is Palin so all-fired (excuse me.  please.) eager to exterminate them. 

There was also a hunter-gatherer lietmotif woven through it all, which is where “Fallen Eagle” made its entrace.  Okay, we are hunters, sure, and those ancestral hunting urges are powerful, so who can blame a woman for wanting, like her ancestors, to — to wait, and sense, and track, and honor the fallen animal, and . . .

Well, not exactly; let’s cut to the chase (oh dear.  more apologies!  really!).  Let us simply use the skills our kind has honed over millions of years, like bearing down on animals from the sky in loud machines and murdering them wholesale.  That’s kind of how they got rid of the buffalo, isn’t it?  Shoot, there’s (oh NO!  I did it AGAIN) just so much dang FUN to be had by using our evolution-honed, I mean, our God-Given rights, and those abilities He (natch) has so generously bestowed upon us. 


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November 18, 2009   No Comments

Another Pam Noles Creation

produced by psychokitty productions, 45 minutes , ages 16+

produced by psychokitty productions, 45 minutes , ages 16+

 A multimedia presentation comprised of a bit of script, a touch of improv and 100% nerd love.

Go see at http://www.hollywoodfringe.org/project/view/25



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November 18, 2009   No Comments

A Fabulous Pam Noles Creation up for auction at Interstitial Arts


Berry Moonhttp://iafauctions.com/artgallery/album/72157622785977662/photo/4096444705/the-interfictions-2-auction-berry-moon.html

You can bid on this skirt and  benefit the Interstitial Arts Foundation.  Go and bid now!  You might even win.  Or just admire the stunning beauty and design.  Pam documented the creation of Berry Moon at her blog,  And We Shall March  http://andweshallmarch.typepad.com/

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November 18, 2009   No Comments

World Fantasy Convention Painting Panel

At WFC on Halloween weekend, I invited myself onto a panel titled Writers Who Paint.  Karen Haber was the moderator, and she said sure! 

Rudy Rucker and Greg Bear were on it, as well as two other writers, and I imagine Joe Haldeman was supposed to be on it, but he was unable to attend because of a two-month stay in the hospital.  WFC was a last-minute thing for me, but I found that my two trips to CA last spring–one as one of four finalists for the Post of Professor of Creative Writing at UC Riverside, and the other as a Guest at the Eton Conference at UCR, had given me enough miles for one more free trip, during which I enriched the coffers of California by spending money. 

Anyway, a few of the panelists mentioned that they thought of watercolor as an “unforgiving” and an “uncontrollable” medium.  Both of which are precisely the reason I love watercolor, although neither is really true.  Good paper can make  “mistakes” less permanent, and  part of the craft of this medium is learning when to control and when to allow “accidents,” which are controlled, actually. 

The painted headers on my blog are fragments of some of my watercolors, snipped to a precise size to fit the rotating header coding specifics.  When you get down to this small level, it all looks like it is uncontrolled, and yet I love the way the colors play off one another and how one transparent layer overlaps with another transparent layer to create a third color.   (You can get a see a different header by refreshing your screen, btw; the other headers are my own photos, similarly clipped and precisely sized.  I had many more in the que, but I think that I made a coding mistake that keeps the rest from rotating.  If I ever come up for air, or want to lose a day, I’ll get back to making them work too.)

My control is huge.  I choose which colors to use, whether I am doing wet-into-wet, wet-over-dry, the viscocity, granulation properties, even the boundaries of each segment, easily done by making sure the surrounding areas are dry, using masking or impermeable boundaries such as wax, and so on.  I can do these things because I have been painting for several decades, albeit as an amateur.  However, planning a watercolor is subtractive, rather than additive.  You must decide which spaces to keep white, which spaces should remain and which to glaze or reglaze with successive tints, and so on.  It’s pretty difficult to remove an entire painting from a piece of paper, even a good piece of paper, but there is always the other side.  Oil/acrylic is more of an additive art.  Successive layers can completely cover previous layers, so in that sense, watercolors could be said to be more difficult.  Let me pull another artistic metaphor into this and say that beginning a watercolor reminds me of my piano teacher’s maxim that one must know the entire chord, in one’s body, arms, fingers, and let that energy descend to the keys not tentatively, but decisively and with great consciousness, and to maintain that awareness with each interaction with the keys of the piano.  I do have a similar heightened awareness as I paint with watercolors.  The act of painting, for me, is rhythmic.  As is writing, whether via pen or keyboard. 

Like every novel or story, each painting is a learning experience.  The process of learning how to create a certain effect, how it fails in perhaps interesting or perhaps unpleasant ways, are what I love about both writing and painting.  There are formulas to writing and to painting.  I know I could make more money if I just tried to come up with a character and a more or less repeating plot that got people hooked and desirous of repeating the experience, much as I did as a reader when I was a kid with the Bobbsey Twins, the Hardy Boys, Agatha Christie, and so on.  A lot of readers crave predictability.  I don’t blame them.  People read for all kinds of reasons. 

I buy the occasional watercolor magazine, and almost always the covers feature paintings of cut crystal, beautiful portraits, or photo-perfect scenes with nary a blur or a drip.  They are technically perfect, breathtaking displays of mastery.  It would be nice to do such things, I suppose, and I have, in the past, but it that is not the process my brain craves.   I want sponteneity.  I want to see one color run into another and see what happens, and deal with that:  blot it, mute it, highlight it–whatever pleases me.  I am master in this world. 

I came to this way of painting gradually.  When I began painting, I sketched, then inked the lines of the sketch, then filled in the colors, more or less, using the ink as a color as well, a color that I might touch with a drop of water and draw it from its previous boundaries.  The physics and the chemistry of watercolor are also fascinating. 

After a while, I saw my subjects not as drawings, not as lines containing color, but as color itself.  I mastered painting with simply color, perhaps with a basic light pencil sketch beneath, but quite naturally became interested in the values inherent in the painting, the contrasts, the shadows and degrees of shadow-colors, and so on.  I’d say that now I’m pretty abstract, as a painter. 

Painting is a kinetic exercise for me.  Brain, arm, hand.  I become very involved; I stand, I sit, I allow my brain and hand to make decisions of which I am not consciously aware.  I allow myself to be impulsive.   I must begin with a physical model–a photo, or some sort of live or plein air experience, but at some point, just as with a work of fiction (which I want my painting to be–we have photography now to record things for real) the picture itself takes over, demands shaping, balance, retrofitting (if possible), to make itself, which is a collaboration between my “subconscious,” what I call Painting Woman (there is also the Writing Woman part of me) and the physical world. 

Though we don’t like to believe so, our personalities and our perceptions are on some level fictional, the emotional reality we construct via the way our senses work and how that data interacts with what we have learned in the past. 

Once I have finished a painting, it is an artifact.  I can enjoy it, I can critique it, but the real thrill, for me, is in the creative process of interacting with paper and paint, mind and body.  Writing is now a job, and I still feel that thrill, but it is somewhat mitigated by the necessity of production and contracts.  I write, therefore I live; kind of on the level of eating, taking vitamins, sleeping:  necessary to my survival and my sanity.  Writing is still a surprise, a connection with some deep well, and sublime when it goes well.  I love painting because it is still pure joy.  If I took it to a professional level, all the angst would be there:  I have three days to create this Perfect Painting of Cut Glass In Sunlight–a problem that I must solve, whether I still want to or not.

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November 13, 2009   No Comments


Yes, it is indeed nice to have a choice, isn’t it.  About anything and everything.  About, say, what my taxes will pay for, specifically. 

I caught an interview this morning, but don’t know where it was or who was on it, specifically.  The characters were Interviewer, Perfectly-Coiffed, Perky, Youngish Republican Spokeswoman, and a Congresswoman clearly rooted in the Sixties. 

Coif-Woman instantly asserted that the Stupak Amendment was a Victory For American Woman!  Yes!  (Perfect smile; perky nod.)  Because the majority of women in this country are against abortion . . .

The interviewer cut her off, saying, if you are going to make assertions that are not true, don’t say anything.  And basically, whenever he let her back in, she was right there with the same talking points because that was all she had. 

Her point was that people who do not approve of women having a choice about what happens in and to their own bodies do not want to pay taxes that may pay for a woman who chooses to have an abortion. 

Hey, sounds good to me!  I would love that philosophy when it comes to taxation.  Count me out for any kind of military expenses–arms, our ongoing and future wars, all of that.  It tears at my heart to think that I am contributing to the death or suffering of innocent already-born people.  I am paying for the bullets or missiles or drone strikes that kill their mother, their father, their grandmother, their little sister.  That’s right.  Dead, as in final.  As in your entire family destroyed and your country devastated and you a refugee with one leg and no food.  I emphatically do not want to pay for that.  Give me that choice, Republicans, please.  Great idea. 

Instead, I would like my tax dollars in their entirety to go to developing a science-based public education pedagogy that is effective and leads to universal literacy and 100% employment.  And to feeding and housing the poor. 

Thank you, Republican Women!  What a marvelous idea.  You are true visionaries.

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November 10, 2009   No Comments