{"id":13758,"date":"2022-04-06T08:27:34","date_gmt":"2022-04-06T15:27:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/?p=13758"},"modified":"2022-04-06T15:13:18","modified_gmt":"2022-04-06T22:13:18","slug":"jingle-jangle","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/2022\/04\/06\/jingle-jangle\/","title":{"rendered":"Jingle Jangle"},"content":{"rendered":"

Ten or fifteen years back Bruce Sterling told me that the blog as a communications medium would die. And I felt he was wrong; I was like, \u201cI\u2019ll never stop.\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n

But by now I do like tweeting<\/a> a lot. The haiku-like comression of a tweet with a single image, yes. And most recently I\u2019ve been using Medium<\/a> to post excerpts from my voluminous works.<\/p>\n

But the blog still has a place. I line up a few dozen of my recent photos or paintings and rant about whatever comes to mind.<\/p>\n

As I’ve mentioned before, I have an iron-clad rule that there never needs to be a clear and literal connection between my texts and my images. Surrealism is the law of my land.<\/p>\n

One a good day, the jingle jangle of texts and picturs congeals and things fit. Here we go.<\/p>\n

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This is a reflection I saw in my TV screen after a nap. I take a lot of naps these days. I’m 76.<\/p>\n

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Sylvia always has a stash of sticker ads for son Rudy\u2019s monkeybrains.net, the very ISP that hosts this very Rudy\u2019s Blog that you’re reading. She posted in good company outside Whale City Bakery in Davenport, CA, this week.<\/p>\n

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Up at Four Mile Beach, I grabbed a crude photo of a slightly put-upon surfer. The shadow of his board is nice and sharp.<\/p>\n

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Always gotta get one more photo of rocks and water. The pocks on that stone! The tangles of light \u201d\u02dcneath the water. Last week I had a horrible freaky dream that I was repeatedly turning into a tangle of writhing light. Please wake me!<\/p>\n

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\u201cLos Gatos Hills\u201d\u009d acrylic on canvas, March, 2022, 30\u201d\u009d x 20\u201d\u009d. Click for a larger version of the painting.<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n

I\u2019ve been painting really a lot lately. I\u2019ve hardly been writing at all ever since I published Juicy Ghosts<\/em><\/a>. Well, I wrote one short story that I sold to Asimov\u2019s. <\/em>\u00a0It\u2019ll be appear this summer or fall. But other than that, nothing. I\u2019ve been distracted. But the muse of Painting is still with me, and I\u2019ve been cranking them out. I\u2019ll work a few of them into this post.<\/p>\n

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Sylvia and I are restless these days. We drove over the foothills east of San Jose to get to a Berkeley-run ag farm near Grant park. Spotted a large herd (also called a \u201csounder\u201d\u009d) of wild pigs. So great. I didn\u2019t initially realize they were wild, and I got too close before taking my photo…so mos of them are more or less running away.<\/p>\n

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A great gnarly oak tree on the farm near Grant park. It has a face on it, right? With its tongue sticking out.<\/p>\n

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Branch with an S-curve on it. I painted a group of these recently. And I added in the trees’ roots.<\/p>\n

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\u201cSpring Oaks & Roots\u201d\u009d acrylic on two 30\u201d\u009d x 24\u201d\u009d canvases, February, 2022. Click for a larger version of the painting.<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n

The California oak trees are quite different from the ones back East. And I can see many of them from my window, and around my neighborhood. I love the gnarly way they twist and turn. They\u2019re long-lived trees, and they grow slowly, and\u2014I suppose\u2014they \u201cthink\u201d\u009d a lot about which direction to grow next, so often they \u201cchange their minds\u201d\u009d and veer, creating these wonderfully gothic designs. We have several species of oaks. Some keep their leaves all year long, almost like holly. But others shed their leaves in the fall, and sprout new ones in the spring (which starts in January or February).<\/p>\n

I started with three of those trees here. And then I decided to do a second canvas\u2014with the roots. To liven things up, I put tiny pairs of eyes on the roots. I sold this one two days after I posted it Wish it was always that way! The saucer paintings tend not to sell as well.\u00a0 I think maybe people worry that if they hang a painting of saucers, then their friends will think they’re crazy.<\/p>\n

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Inside a more or less abandoned barn on this Grant park farm. Love the cracks between the planks, and the high window, and the dangling rags. Like a cathedral.<\/p>\n

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An underpass outside the barn. Cows use it. I\u2019ve photopgraphed the underpass before, but I need several tries to get some of these things right.<\/p>\n

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\u201cGolden Eyes\u201d\u009d acrylic on canvas, May, 2020, 30\u201d\u009d x 20\u201d\u009d. Click for a larger version of the painting.<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n

Rooting around in my basement art storage, I came across this painting that seemed not to be listed on my paintings site. The unusual thing about it is that the background is completely done with some metallic gold acrylic paint that I had; I think someone had given me the tube, and normally I wouldn’t use metallic paint, but this time, what the hell.\u00a0 I like the way it came out.\u00a0 When I’m at a loss, I can always cover a canvas with UFOs or with eyes.<\/p>\n

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Another familiar scene: I tossed a rock into a small pond on this hill behind our house called Saint Joseph\u2019s hill. I\u2019m always trying to get the ring of ripples right.<\/p>\n

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I like this ever-more-rickety shack in these woods, and I like to say that it\u2019s a bus stop…like a Twilight Zone <\/em>bus stop, and if I stand there long enough, a barely visible bus will pull up and carry me off to the afterlife. Thus far I\u2019ve managed not to stand there long enough. But it’s coming.<\/p>\n

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Another often-treated motif of mine: a certain giant aloe near a weathered and rusted barn. Old California.<\/p>\n

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\u201cVisitors\u201d\u009d acrylic on canvas, March, 2022, 40\u201d\u009d x 30\u201d\u009d. Click for a larger version of the painting.<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n

On this one, I kicked out the jams and went wild with UFOs. I like to paint a certain type of UFO that has its lower edge tipped up and an eye peeping out. I\u2019m thinking of a primordial beach here, kind of an Adam and Eve scene. But as kind of a joke I have them holding up their fingers as if they\u2019re hailing taxis. “Adam and Eve Hail a Ride.”\u00a0 Their heads are illuminated by the higher light emanating from those giant UFOs.<\/p>\n

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Visiting the farmers market off Alemany Avenue near Bernal Hill in San Francisco. Vintage spot, with more-or-less permanent murals depicting the goods that might be sold in the slots. This was at one time the honey booth.<\/p>\n

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For a zillion years a show called Beach Blanket Babylon played on Green Street in North Beach in SF. And finally it closed, and this winter they\u2019ve had a kind of acrobatics show called something like \u201cI Love San Francisco.\u201d\u009d Sylvia and I managed to go; it was fun. Not overly difficult moves, but everyone lively and joyful.<\/p>\n

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For reasons unknown they dragged an antique phone booth into the show. How important those things used to be.<\/p>\n

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Enter the\u00a0 unicyclist in the overcoat. Sylvia and I were so happy to be out and seeing something live.\u00a0 What a weird couple of years it’s been.<\/p>\n

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I made my way to Castle Rock Park south of Los Gatos and walked to a great bluff.\u00a0 Lots of madrone trees, all wriggly, and with bark like an animal’s skin.<\/p>\n

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This one in particular was insanely gnarly. With a little stub like a beak. I made a painting of it.<\/p>\n

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\u201cBumpy the Tree-ee\u201d\u009d acrylic on canvas, January, 2022, 28\u201d\u009d x 22\u201d\u009d. Click for a larger version of the painting.<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n

Sylvia makes quilts, and she\u2019d just made a really pretty one.\u00a0 And I was thinking it would be nice make a harmonious patter of colored squares.\u00a0 I would have put patterns into the squares like Sylvia does, but that seemed to hard.\u00a0 So I had a grid, and obviously I was going to put some critters on it.<\/p>\n

And I had in mind that the painting could in some way represent the next novel I\u2019d like to write.\u00a0 And I wanted to have three kids in it, so I put them in.\u00a0 And for the main critter\u2014I used that small madrone tree from Castle Rock Park in the Santa Cruz Mountains. I made friends with the tree (a they, and not a he, she, or it).\u00a0 And visualized them as being a character in my novel too,\u00a0 I gave them some extra gnarl<\/em>.<\/p>\n

Not just a\u00a0 tree anymore\u2014a tree-ee.<\/em>\u00a0 Name?\u00a0 Bumpy<\/em>, because of the way a madrone feels when you run your hands along its smooth orange bark.<\/p>\n

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Down at Seabright Beach in Santa Cruz, we saw kids crawling around like deep-water starfish on the giant concrete rip-rap jacks that stabilize the point by the harbor lighthouse.<\/p>\n

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Love this lighthouse and the jacks.\u00a0 Each of them has a number on it.\u00a0 Always wonder how they got there.<\/p>\n

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My Swarthmore College roommate from Senior year stopped by.\u00a0 Gregory Gibson, well known as an author<\/a> in his own right.\u00a0 We used to love to get drunk together and talk about being writers. We made it!<\/p>\n

Sylvia says I look “wider” than Greg now.\u00a0 Not exactly fat<\/em> but…wide.<\/p>\n

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I often walk up on Saint Joseph’s Hill behind the Jesuit home, and they have a special mound of metal waste.\u00a0 I’m constantly photographing it, always trying to get the perfectly illuminated and perfectly focused shot.<\/p>\n

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And here’s eager, alert daughter Isabel and her kind husband Gus at this spot. Love the big waste container and the palms too.<\/p>\n

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The other day I was scanning photos out of the old family albums. Look at this photo of Rudy Jr, a few moths old, so cheerful, and not much bigger than my foot. Happy times.<\/p>\n

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Isabel and Rudy and Isabel wearing colanders like WW I helmets.<\/p>\n

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And number-one daughter Georgia uneasily viewing the changing of cousin Siofra’s diaper. Siofra’s Irish mother Noreen used to call them \u201cnappies.\u201d\u009d That name always cracked me up.<\/p>\n

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Moire patterns, the overlap of present, future, and past. What lies ahead?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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