Mental Mosaic: have blog, will travel Even home is a travel destination. 2010-08-28T17:21:15Z WordPress http://mentalmosaic.com/blog/feed/atom/ mentalmosaic <![CDATA[Bleeding Espresso’s Gita Italiana 2010]]> http://mentalmosaic.com/blog/?p=790 2010-08-28T17:21:15Z 2010-08-28T17:21:15Z Bleeding Espresso's Gita Italiana 2010

One of my favorite bloggers is Michelle Fabio of Bleeding Espresso. After getting her law degree in the USA, Michelle journeyed to the little Italian village where her relatives originally came from. Before long, she fell in love with the village, the Italian language, and a lovely Italian man, as well. Needless to say, she still lives there. Romantic enough for you? I believe the movie rights are still available, so move over “Eat, Pray, Love”! Seriously, though, check out her blog if you haven’t already.

From August 16th – 31st, Bleeding Espresso is hosting a series of guest bloggers who are taking readers on a virtual trip through Italy, a.k.a. a gita Italiana. I feel honored to be included in this year’s gita, and have a post scheduled for the 31st. In the spirit of the gita, I notice that Susan, from Susan’s Colorful Life, recently posted an Italian reminiscence on her blog, so check that out!

In the meantime, the Gita Italiana 2010 is in full swing. So if it’s as sweltering where you are as it is here in north Texas, grab yourself an iced coffee or tea and head over to Bleeding Espresso to see where Michelle’s guests have taken us so far.

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mentalmosaic <![CDATA[Consider the source]]> http://mentalmosaic.com/blog/?p=781 2010-08-25T21:16:59Z 2010-08-25T21:16:59Z Ceramic frog at the Dallas Farmers Market.

Ceramic frog at the Dallas Farmers Market.

As you may have noticed, I haven’t updated Mental Mosaic for a while. Long story short, I’ve had some health problems, with fatigue being a major component. This frustrating weariness made it all I could do to keep up with paying gigs, such as writing for PlanetEye Traveler. As a result, I let this site falter.

Tired of being tired, I finally sought medical help in May. Turns out that I was super anemic, so I’ve been eating spinach and rusty nails all summer long. By the way, if you ever find out you’re really low on iron, don’t expect to feel great overnight. It takes a while! It took me over 2 months of iron supplements before I began to perk up. Also, I didn’t realize that the anemia made me feel crappy in more ways than simply being tired, so it’s been nice to see other symptoms gradually subside, too.

Even though I’m slowly getting my energy back, there is a chance I may need a hysterectomy. I go in for more tests next week, and will take it from there. I hope I don’t need surgery – not just because of the discomfort and the expense, but also, I am really scared of general anesthesia. The whole idea of surrendering my consciousness like that freaks me out!

To allay my fears, I turned to Google, and quickly found several forums where people discuss how to deal with the fear of anesthesia. It’s always a comfort to know you are not alone. One forum, in particular, really hit the spot. As I scrolled down the page, I began to feel less and less anxious. I was especially comforted by a list written by a nurse, detailing 25 reasons not to fear anesthesia, stuff like, “Remember that it is their job to monitor your vitals,” and, “What seems scary to you is just another day of work for your healthcare team.”

I found this woman’s final reason for not fearing general anesthesia rather odd, however, because it read, “And remember, the best thing of all is that when you wake up you will have great big boobies!” Now there was a side effect I had not come across before. Eventually, I realized that I had stumbled onto a breast augmentation forum!

So there you have it, folks: I’m back. I would say more, but I think I’ll do some blog-hopping and see how all of you are doing!

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mentalmosaic <![CDATA[Wippity, Pickity, Snickity]]> http://mentalmosaic.com/blog/?p=741 2010-04-27T22:24:49Z 2010-04-27T22:24:49Z Garden baby face

I’m starting to suspect that my new bird book was ghost-written by Monty Python. I simply can’t read the author’s description of the Painted Bunting’s various calls without hearing the droll delivery of John Cleese in my mind:

  • tida day-da tida day teetayta tita
  • witee wi witato
  • wee sittee, wippity, pickity, snickity

See what I mean? I’ve got a good imagination, but come on!I’m not going to argue with classics such as chick-a-dee-dee-dee, bob white, and caw, but wippity, pickity, snickity? Maybe there is fine print somewhere explaining that this is how a Painted Bunting sounds . . . after a hit of peyote.

My theory is that when describing bird calls, a certain amount of Jungian projection comes into play. Call it the aural equivalent of a Rorschach inkblot test, if you will. My parents, for example, have a bird book which I’m convinced was written by a lush. This fellow uses such phrases as, drink three beers, dry martini dry, and chug, chug, chug, to describe the calls he hears. He probably uses the term “bird watching” as code for “hitting up the best happy hours.”

All snickityness aside, putting a rhythmic phrase to a melody does make it easier to remember. It’s a trick song writers use when composing melodies that don’t yet have lyrics. The Beatles’, “Yesterday,” was actually called “Scrambled Eggs” until McCarthy came up with words for that classic tune.

I am slowly learning all the classic tunes of my  backyard’s frequent fliers lately, since Texas is warm enough for me to set up my office outside. Not only does it quench my tremendous need for nature contact, but watching birds gives my eyes a break from staring at the monitor.

Speaking of staring at the monitor, I’ve got a new writing gig with PlanetEye Traveler Magazine. I’m writing about the Dallas/Fort Worth area of Texas now. The tone of the magazine is more straight-faced than I can be on this blog, but I am having fun. You can check out my stuff by going here. If you like something, feel free to “like” it on Facebook, or leave a comment. Feel free to “friend” me on FB, too, if you’d like, I’m Tui Cameron.

In the interest of full disclosure, I should admit that I’ve never heard a Painted Bunting in real life, so perhaps wippity, pickity, snickity, is apt. Personally, though, I’m still leaning towards the Monty Python theory.

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mentalmosaic <![CDATA[Eggs from Easter Hens]]> http://mentalmosaic.com/blog/?p=729 2010-04-03T04:04:17Z 2010-04-04T08:50:21Z

Happy Easter to you! I hope you are having a fun weekend wherever you may be. I’m sure that I am having fun, although I have no idea exactly what I’ll be doing when you read this.

I am not here, you see. Well, I am here now, but I won’t be here when this is published. I set the blog to automatically publish on Easter. So by the time you read this, I will be visiting my family – or at least a big chunk of my family. (We couldn’t all make it, alas.)

The above eggs are some of the first that my nephews’ chickens laid last summer. Aren’t they beautiful? The photo doesn’t truly capture the lovely shades of blue and green in their shells, but I thought it would be nice to see some natural Easter eggs. They were actually laid by hens who were Easter gifts to my nephews for Easter 2009.

It’s been a busy winter/spring transition on my end, and I have neglected my blog, and even worse, have neglected to read all the blogs that I love. I look forward to coming home and getting nesty like a hen, incubating new ideas, and hatching some of the plans that I have been feeling so broody about for so long.

Until then, have fun! See you in the blogosphere… soon!

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mentalmosaic <![CDATA[Still Life with Toy Soldiers]]> http://mentalmosaic.com/blog/?p=718 2010-04-03T03:50:11Z 2010-04-03T03:50:11Z

There are battles being fought in my sister’s kitchen. There’s constant combat,  and heavy weaponry. Military strategy abounds. I never know what to expect when I visit – except some interesting new tableau on her counter.

My sister loves to decorate for holidays. To the insurgents, of course, this merely creates advantageous cover.  Meanwhile, I have become a domestic wartime journalist documenting guerilla attacks in the midst of all this cheery decor.

War is never simple, but there is a mastermind behind all this – my youngest nephew. The photo above is a counter tableau created by me explaining how to turn the coffeemaker on in the morning since he is always the first one up. After all, you know how it is during wartime. You’ve got to do what you’ve got to do to get your early morning brew.

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mentalmosaic <![CDATA[The Church by The Diner next to The Porch]]> http://mentalmosaic.com/blog/?p=693 2010-03-02T23:20:22Z 2010-03-02T23:02:19Z

Not surprisingly, I see a lot of churches here in Texas, but I found this one quite intriguing. Did you notice the barely legible ‘no trespassing’ sign on it? Inside there were folding chairs in rows, a lot of cardboard boxes, and a chainsaw sitting on a crate. It smelled like a garage.

Across from the church was a little place called The Diner where we grabbed some fried chicken. We got it to go because the tiny place was packed. There were 7 men in total, and 5 of them were wearing cowboy hats as they ate. Guess it’s not considered rude to keep them on.

Of the 5 cowboy-hatted men, 4 of them also wore Bluetooth headsets. This put the phrase “Bluetooth cowboy” in my head, which somehow morphed into the song “Rhinestone Cowboy,” which flitted through my brain for much of the day. I was too chicken to whip out my camera and snap a photo in the diner, but I wish I had now. I’ve gotta get better at that.

The tiny parking lot was jammed, too. I’m not sure who was driving what, but there was an interesting assortment of vehicles. The Hummer seemed nearly as big as the interior of the restaurant.

Across from The Diner, and just around the corner from the church, was this porch, which – if I’m counting correctly – has enough chairs on it for at least 8 people to sit and rock simultaneously. I wonder if there is ever a sunny afternoon during which this porch experiences full rocking capacity. That’s something I’d like to see.

We eventually made it to Possum Kingdom, even though our British-voiced GPS lady made sure we took the long way. Must be how she gets her kicks. I did not see any mink-robed rodents on thrones in PK, alas. I did spot a black helicopter on our way back. Turns out there’s a Vietnam War museum/Meditation Garden somewhere along the way.

I have since found a song titled ‘Possum Kingdom,’ which was released in 1995 by a Fort Worth band called The Toadies. You can watch their eerie video for it here. According to an interview with the lead singer, the lyrics were inspired by the tall tales he’d hear around campfires and at bbq’s growing up about vampires and other creepy goings on around Possum Kingdom.

Overall, it wasn’t the best day for taking photos. The sky mostly glowered and spat, keeping the best light to itself. Even so, I am still curious about Possum Kingdom, and hope to return when it’s sunny.

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mentalmosaic <![CDATA[The Lord of Possum Kingdom]]> http://mentalmosaic.com/blog/?p=682 2010-02-25T00:13:24Z 2010-02-24T22:03:47Z

Tomorrow I’m heading to Possum Kingdom as Tex’s official helper. I’m not sure what this will entail. Maybe some painting, or just general gophering. In any case, it’s a road trip – yeah!

No one seems to know how the place got its name. To me, Possum Kingdom conjures up a Beatrix Potter scenario with a regal possum wearing a crown and robe whilst sitting upon a throne made out of an old cedar stump. So that’s exactly what I’m expecting, talking possums who live like medieval kings and queens in quaint, yet lavish, oak forest castles.

Tomorrow will also be my first big outing with the DSLR Tex and I got for Christmas. Every time I pick it up, I still feel both excited and uneasy, like someone just handed me a newborn and I might drop it. Once in hand, however, I am reluctant to put it down or let anyone else (poor Tex!) have a turn. Since the new camera brings out my inner OCD Hobbit so acutely, we’ve taken to calling it The Precious.

Male Northern Cardinal

My bird feeding station has become very popular with local avians. At least a dozen different species swing by every day. After such an uncharacteristically cold winter, I feel even better about having the suet and seed out. I also hope it encourages them to nest in our yard.

There’s a cardinal pair that comes by every day. Since I have a penchant for naming creatures that I see on a daily basis, I call him Monsieur Richelieu and her Betty. I didn’t realize that the males sing so well. One afternoon he and I had a call and response session, since the tune he was riffing on right then was pretty easy to whistle.

Later, I worried that he might have thought I was another male (albeit an odd sounding one) but it turns out that, unlike most bird species in which the male does all the singing, male and female cardinals actually like to sing together. No – not like those cheesy male/female ballads with Meatball crooning and mopping his sweaty brow, that’s not what I want you to envision right now at all!

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mentalmosaic <![CDATA[Tweets from the beyond?]]> http://mentalmosaic.com/blog/?p=642 2010-02-21T01:20:16Z 2010-02-21T01:20:16Z Funeral Home with High Speed Internet

Isn’t it nice to know that you’ll be able to send tweets from the next service you attend? Or perhaps the caskets are equipped with high speed internet in an updated take on Edgar Allen Poe’s, ‘The Premature Burial.’ I really don’t know what to think, but I was glad to finally grab a shot of this billboard with its odd implications.

On a different note, the weather report calls for thunder storms tonight. I know from experience that these Texan electrical storms can be real window rattlers at 3 a.m.  They also goof up my cell phone service. Then, in a day or two, we are supposed to get another dose of snow!

The cold weather coming makes me even more glad that so many birds have found my little feeding station. I’ve got a passel of regulars, including a male and female cardinal, who visit every day. As soon as I get decent photos, I’ll post some here.

Trouble with little birds is that they don’t sit still very long, which makes it hard to get a good portrait. Makes for a good challenge, though.  I’ve set my desk up so that I can see out to the feeding area, too. It’s a great view to work by. I always do better when I’m near nature. Hmm, that reminds me, now that it’s dark, I should clean the windows so that I can take clearer bird shots…

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mentalmosaic <![CDATA[Frosty the Cowboy]]> http://mentalmosaic.com/blog/?p=660 2010-02-14T17:43:26Z 2010-02-14T17:43:26Z Snow Cowboy

A few days ago, 12 inches of snow fell here in north Texas. Dormant spores in our next door neighbor’s soil hatched a fleeting snow cowboy, a rare phenomenon, indeed. The chilly fellow was eager to party, however, and invited us all to a barbecue. His tiki torches, alas, failed to properly light.

Looking down the street, it was sheets of snow and pick-up trucks for as far as the eye could see.

Snowy Insight

Except, of course, in our driveway, where our little hybrid huddled beneath a heap of snow. Brr!

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mentalmosaic <![CDATA[Litigious clones make me wanna chunder]]> http://mentalmosaic.com/blog/?p=637 2010-02-05T00:57:49Z 2010-02-04T23:44:51Z The space needle with branches and neon

The band Men at Work recently lost a plagiarism suit involving the flute riff in their 80’s hit, ‘Land Down Under.’ Unfortunately, the flute part sounds like, ‘Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree,’ a ditty we used to sing at my Girl Scout camp. In fact, the song was written by an Aussie girl guide back in 1934. Although she died in 1988, Larrikin Music (who apparently made a recording of the song) successfully sued the group.

You can listen to clips of both songs and hear the similarities if you read this article – which also explains what the song lyrics mean. So now I finally know what ‘chunder’ means, not that I’ve been pondering ‘chunder’ for the last 2 decades. I do, however, wonder why it took so long for the suit to go through.

While I actually had noticed the similarity to the song’s flute bit and the Kookaburra song, I never felt it was a rip off. The lyrics and main melody of the song are original, and while the flute is a nice adornment, it is not the defining aspect of the song. Rather than being plagiaristic, the flutist’s riff on the Kookaburra song struck me as a cheery nod to Australia, which, after all, is what the ‘Land Down Under’ is all about.

The Australian courts felt differently, so there is going to be a big payout. Makes me curious how the lawyers argued this case. I wonder if they mentioned big hits that truly yanked their melodies from other sources, and got away with it. Elvis did this at least twice. His song “Love Me Tender,” was originally the folk song, “Aura Lee,”  and his dramatic “It’s Now or Never,” has the exact same melody as the famous Neapolitan folk song, “O Sole Mio.” Talk about melody-lifting. Rippety-doo-dah-day!

Back to mere riff-stealing, take a listen to Barry Manilow’s song, “Mandy.” If you ever took piano lessons, you’ll realize that Manilow’s intro is a Chopin prelude. And who can forget Vanilla Ice’s, “Ice, Ice Baby,” which completely swiped the bass line from Queen’s “Under Pressure”?

Then there’s the whole “cryptomnesia” aspect. Maybe the flutist wasn’t even thinking of ‘Kookaburra Sits in the Old Gum Tree,’ when he came up with that part. It could have been accidental. Remember when George Harrison got sued over his song, ‘My Sweet Lord,’ because it was so similar to ‘He’s So Fine’? Harrison used cryptomnesia as his defense, meaning that he was not consciously aware that he was stealing another song’s melody. Although I tend to believe Harrison (after all, he was a Beatle, it’s not like he needed the money), his defense flopped and he had to pay out over that one (after all, he was a Beatle – he was loaded!)

Oddly enough, I’ve even noticed that Men at Work seem to reprise their own riffs. The songs ‘Who Can it Be?’ and ‘Overkill’ have basically the same sax riff. The notes are played in ascending order in one song, and descending order in another. (If you don’t believe me, just listen to the first few seconds of each song, and hear for yourself.)  I don’t think they were trying to imitate themselves, but I have noticed that many artists (Sting and Bjork, for instance) have their own signature melodies which pop into their work over and over. It’s rather like the way in which people have pet phrases (i.e. ‘you know what I mean?’) that they fall back on in their speech and writing.

At least you can’t get sued for ripping your own self off. Unless, of course, you have a litigious clone. Now that would really make me want to chunder.

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