the year 2015

1887
Born October 6 at La-Chaux-de-Fonds, Switzerland as Charles-Edouard Jeanneret.

1900-1907
Enrolled at the Ecole d'Art de La-Chaux-de-Fonds. Studies under the painter Charles l'Eplattenier, who convinces him, against his natural inclination to painting, to dedicate himself to architecture. Designed and built his first house at La-Chaux-de-Fonds.

1907-1911
Travels throughout Europe, from which he brings back many sketches. Frequents Josef Hoffmann's studio in Vienna and becomes acquainted with the ideas of Adolf Loos. Meets Mies van der Rohe and Walter Gropius at Peter Behren's studio in Berlin. Important formative period for the evolution of Le Corbusier.

1917
Departs definitively from La-Chaux-de-Fonds and settles down in Paris. Late that year he meets Amédée Ozenfant who initiates him to painting.

le corbusier: some assorted paintings

i have been resting from all of the fantastic food, drinking, and general merriment of the holidays, here in the year 2015. posting of some sort or another should begin again shortly......

from all of us here at the year 2015, (well i guess thats really just me).....i shall wish upon you a merry christmas and a happy healthy new year.....one closer to that magical time in 2015. i will leave you with one of my favorites here, and retire by the fire for a nice hot toddy.......

"how the grinch stole christmas"
dr. seuss (theodor geisel)
1957

Every WhoDown in Who-villeLiked Christmas a lot...But the Grinch,Who lived just North of Who-ville,Did NOT! The Grinch hated Christmas!The whole Christmas season!Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.It could be that his head wasn't screwed on quite right.It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were to tight.But I think that the most likely reason of allMay have been that his heart was two sizes too small. But,Whatever the reason,His heart or his shoes,He stood there on Christmas Eve, hating the Whos,Staring down from his cave with a sour, Grinchy frownAt the warm lighted windows below in their town.For he knew every Who down in Who-ville beneathWas busy now, hanging a mistleoe wreath. "And they're hanging their stockings!" he snarled with a sneer."Tomorrow is Christmas! It's practically here!"Then he growled, with his grinch fingers nervously drumming,"I MUST find a way to keep Christmas from coming!"For, tomorrow, he knew......All the Who girls and boysWould wake up bright and early. They'd rush for their toys!And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the noise! Noise! Noise! Noise!That's one thing he hated! The NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! Then the Whos, young and old, would sit down to a feast.And they'd feast! And they'd feast!And they'd FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! FEAST!They would start on Who-pudding, and rare Who-roast-beastWhich was something the Grinch couldn't stand in the least! And THENThey'd do something he liked least of all!Every Who down in Who-ville, the tall and the small,Would stand close together, with Christmas bells ringing.They'd stand hand-in-hand. And the Whos would start singing! They'd sing! And they'd sing!AND they'd SING! SING! SING! SING!And the more the Grinch thought of the Who-Christmas-SingThe more the Grinch thought, "I must stop this whole thing!"Why for fifty-three years I've put up with it now!I MUST stop Christmas from coming!...But HOW?"
Then he got an idea!An awful idea!THE GRINCHGOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA! "I know just what to do!" The Grinch Laughed in his throat.And he made a quick Santy Claus hat and a coat.And he chuckled, and clucked, "What a great Grinchy trick!"With this coat and this hat, I'll look just like Saint Nick!" "All I need is a reindeer..."The Grinch looked around.But since reindeer are scarce, there was none to be found.Did that stop the old Grinch...?No! The Grinch simply said,"If I can't find a reindeer, I'll make one instead!"So he called his dog Max. Then he took some red threadAnd he tied a big horn on top of his head. THEN He loaded some bagsAnd some old empty sacksOn a ramshakle sleighAnd he hitched up old Max. Then the Grinch said, "Giddyap!"And the sleigh started downToward the homes where the WhosLay a-snooze in their town. All their windows were dark. Quiet snow filled the air.All the Whos were all dreaming sweet dreams without careWhen he came to the first house in the square."This is stop number one," The old Grinchy Claus hissedAnd he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist. Then he slid down the chimney. A rather tight pinch.But if Santa could do it, then so could the Grinch.He got stuck only once, for a moment or two.Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flueWhere the little Who stockings all hung in a row."These stockings," he grinned, "are the first things to go!" Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant,Around the whole room, and he took every present!Pop guns! And bicycles! Roller skates! Drums!Checkerboards! Tricycles! Popcorn! And plums!And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Grinch, very nimbly,Stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimney! Then he slunk to the icebox. He took the Whos' feast!He took the Who-pudding! He took the roast beast!He cleaned out that icebox as quick as a flash.Why, that Grinch even took their last can of Who-hash! Then he stuffed all the food up the chimney with glee."And NOW!" grinned the Grinch, "I will stuff up the tree!" And the Grinch grabbed the tree, and he started to shoveWhen he heard a small sound like the coo of a dove.He turned around fast, and he saw a small Who!Little Cindy-Lou Who, who was not more than two. The Grinch had been caught by this little Who daughterWho'd got out of bed for a cup of cold water.She stared at the Grinch and said, "Santy Claus, why,"Why are you taking our Christmas tree? WHY?" But, you know, that old Grinch was so smart and so slickHe thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick!"Why, my sweet little tot," the fake Santy Claus lied,"There's a light on this tree that won't light on one side."So I'm taking it home to my workshop, my dear."I'll fix it up there. Then I'll bring it back here." And his fib fooled the child. Then he patted her headAnd he got her a drink and he sent he to bed.And when Cindy-Lou Who went to bed with her cup,HE went to the chimney and stuffed the tree up! Then the last thing he tookWas the log for their fire.Then he went up the chimney himself, the old liar.On their walls he left nothing but hooks, and some wire. And the one speck of foodThe he left in the houseWas a crumb that was even too small for a mouse. ThenHe did the same thingTo the other Whos' houses Leaving crumbsMuch too smallFor the other Whos' mouses! It was quarter past dawn...All the Whos, still a-bedAll the Whos, still a-snoozeWhen he packed up his sled,Packed it up with their presents! The ribbons! The wrappings!The tags! And the tinsel! The trimmings! The trappings! Three thousand feet up! Up the side of Mount Crumpit,He rode to the tiptop to dump it!"Pooh-pooh to the Whos!" he was grinch-ish-ly humming."They're finding out now that no Christmas is coming!"They're just waking up! I know just what they'll do!"Their mouths will hang open a minute or two"The all the Whos down in Who-ville will all cry BOO-HOO!" "That's a noise," grinned the Grinch,"That I simply must hear!"So he paused. And the Grinch put a hand to his ear.And he did hear a sound rising over the snow.It started in low. Then it started to grow...But the sound wasn't sad!Why, this sound sounded merry!It couldn't be so!But it WAS merry! VERY! He stared down at Who-ville!The Grinch popped his eyes!Then he shook!What he saw was a shocking surprise! Every Who down in Who-ville, the tall and the small,Was singing! Without any presents at all!He HADN'T stopped Christmas from coming!IT CAME!Somehow or other, it came just the same! And the Grinch, with his grinch-feet ice-cold in the snow,Stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could it be so?It came without ribbons! It came without tags!"It came without packages, boxes or bags!"And he puzzled three hours, `till his puzzler was sore.Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before!"Maybe Christmas," he thought, "doesn't come from a store."Maybe Christmas...perhaps...means a little bit more!" And what happened then...?Well...in Who-ville they sayThat the Grinch's small heartGrew three sizes that day!And the minute his heart didn't feel quite so tight,He whizzed with his load through the bright morning lightAnd he brought back the toys! And the food for the feast!And he.....HE HIMSELF...!The Grinch carved the roast beast!

it looks like i am going to get the old rickshaw out of storage and make a little extra coin this week

the admiral takes a look at some movie posters...

go check out home of the groove right now

Vince Guaraldi (7.17.28-2.6.76) was an American jazz musician and pianist best known for composing music for animated adaptations of the Peanuts comic strip. He was born in San Francisco, California. He was an Army cook in the Korean War.

In his first serious gig, he filled in for Art Tatum. His first recording came in 1953 when he played on the Cal Tjader Trio release Vibratharpe. By 1955, Guaraldi had put together his own trio with Eddie Duran and Dean Reilly.

He wrote many pieces for the popular animated Peanuts television holiday specials; his most-recognized tune is "Linus and Lucy" from A Charlie Brown Christmas, a song which has been adopted by fans worldwide as the musical signature of the Peanuts franchise.

One of his well-known pieces is "Cast Your Fate to the Wind," for which he won a Grammy in the category "Best Original Jazz Composition." The track appears on the album "Jazz Impressions of Black Orpheus," inspired by the French/Portuguese film "Black Orpheus," which won an Oscar for Best Foreign Picture.

While searching for just the right music to accompany a planned Peanuts Christmas special, Charles Schulz, (creator of the Peanuts comic strip) heard a live club performance of Vince Guaraldi's trio on the radio while traveling in a taxicab in San Francisco, CA. He demanded to be taken to the club immediately and introduced himself to Mr. Guaraldi after the set. He proposed the idea of Mr. Guaraldi scoring the upcoming Peanuts Christmas special and Mr. Guaraldi enthusiastically took the job. He went on to compose scores for numerous Peanuts television specials.

In 2004, a heretofore unknown live performance of the eight-part "Charlie Brown Suite" was released, restored from tapes in private collections.



















the admiral sez: "the best christmas album there is"

medici
2404 cedar springs road
dallas, texas

if you could see the inside decor of my brain, i think it may look somthing like this. i don't find myself in dallas that often....once i think....but the next time i am there, i am stopping by medici straightaway.

General Store Clerk: I can get the part from Bristol. It'll take two weeks, here's your pomade.
Everett: Two weeks? That don't do me no good.
Clerk: Nearest Ford auto man's Bristol.
Everett: Hold on, I don't want this pomade. I want Dapper Dan.
Clerk: We don't carry Dapper Dan. We carry Fop.
Everett: Well, I don't want Fop, goddammit. I'm a Dapper Dan man.
Clerk: You watch your language, young fella; this is a public market. If you want Dapper Dan, I can order it for you, have it in about two weeks.
Everett: Well ain't this place a geographical oddity! Two weeks from everywhere!

"Somebody last night had three Mallomars. Wonder who it was?"

That question comes up at this time of year, for like Beaujolais nouveau, Mallomars are not a year-round delicacy, not even in the New York area, where 70 percent of Mallomars are sold. Mallomars return to supermarket shelves in the fall after a warm-weather break. But Mallomars connoisseurs do not celebrate by holding tastings of the new batch or by calling friends to announce "les Mallomars sont arrivés."

So now is as good a time as any to investigate this New York-area phenomenon, the arrival of the beloved Mallomars, and to plumb some of their mysteries: Why do they melt in hot weather when science has come up with ways to keep pretty much anything from melting? Does the answer, whatever it is, have anything to do with the fact that this cookie, born in New Jersey, is now made in Canada? And what about the Whippet, a Canadian cookie that is about the same size and shape, but packs more calories, more carbohydrates and more sugar?

Dreaming of polishing off a whole box in one sitting, Mallomars lovers hoard these three-part cookies through the long months of summer. Inside each box are 18 Mallomars. Each is about the diameter of a medium-size man's watch, with a beret-shaped marshmallow sitting atop a vanilla cookie. The whole thing is covered in chocolate.

mallomars at the new york times
mallomars at newsweek
mallomars at salon
mallomar recipes

i once called a man that worked at subway mallomar...but that is a story for another time...

excuse me while i take some time and just dance a bit

the sea......and some of the many books it inspires:

if you find yourself in williamsburgh, brooklyn on a chilly saturday evening, why not come by and say hello to your favorite audio manipulators bugbear and danomyte