Monday, November 19, 2018

Cicak (pronounced chicak

Cicak are our little lizard friends that live mainly on the walls behind things. They can go across the ceiling too. They like to eat bugs and are good at catching mosquitoes. I think they're a type of small gecko. Every once in a while find one trapped in the sink or even in a cup. The other day at the front gate talking to a neighbor, one jumped on my shoulder, ran down my leg the sprang to the post and away. That was a start. I've seen them do that to other people on rare occasion. They like bread crumbs too it seems. Good to look inside the toaster before loading  We get excellent little cookies from a local bakery that are packed in a cup with a lid. The other night we finished off the last two for desert. The next morning while making tea I saw what looked like a bunch of cookie crumbs at the bottom of the cookie cup. I brought it up to my open mouth and threw it in. A cicak hit my cheek, bounced off, and scampered away. Glad my aim was off.

Saturday, November 17, 2018

A Song

Walking Down Dusty Road - Song made up while walking down the road to Grasshopper Flats at Tassajara in 1967.

Friday, November 16, 2018

Ghosts in Bali

Bali must be a magnet for ghosts - or maybe just stories about ghosts. There's a whole group of vacant villas near here because they're haunted. Our driver pointed out a big empty hotel by the road way up north somewhere. He said it was a ghost building. I hear a lot of ghost stories here without even trying. An American forester who's been working on Indonesian islands for a couple of decades told me about staying in a home in Java in a guest room and weird sounds waking him then a bright ball of light hovering in the air that scared the heck out of him. The next morning he told his hosts about it and was asked what color the light was. Blue he said. Oh, they said - that's a good one. Katrinka has told me that there are said to be water spirits around where we live. I don't know anything about that though - behind in essential research. When dogette Bandita was barking at nothing the other evening, uncharacteristically backing up a little, Katrinka said, "Maybe it's the water people."

Bali Ghost places

Thursday, November 15, 2018

Barking at What?

One of my office spaces, sitting on the bed, especially if I'm tired and showered. Dogette Bandiata lies near my feet. Suddenly she barks and leaps down to run to the back door, always open, out the little pet door at the bottom of the screen door, always shut. No more barking. False alarm? What did she hear? I didn't hear anything. That happens a lot. Sometimes I know why.

Katrinka and I were eating dinner and Bandi started growling low toward the direction of the back door, Kucita cat looking on. Growling punctuated with soft barks continued but they stayed back. That's unusual. I've seen Kuchi rush out with Bandi and scale a wall like a free climber to get to an intruding feline moaning up there on top. But they stayed back. Stayed back as if it was too much to tangle with but if it had been some ferocious tomcat outside they would have at least been near the door with Bandi barking ferousiously. No - these were cautious barks and growls from a distance, almost as if the object was inside the door. Barking at nothing it seemed.

Wednesday, November 14, 2018

Child's Eyes

Friends are starting a homestay and restaurant on the nearby relatively small island of Penida and have been storing in our courtyard stuff they've bought to ship to their new place - lots of it. Big truck outside the gate being loaded. It's dark, overcast, smells of impending rain. Trish and her sis Christine directing and helping the local guys load. I'm tired. Swimming and tennis today. I gazed at the guys tying the truck down and something about what I saw - what s it? Sometimes I see like this - dreamlike - oh yes, it's how things looked when I was a young child, maybe a toddler. No names. No ideas about it. Mysterious feeling but no questions. Just gazing. 

Tuesday, November 13, 2018

A Brief Encounter

I saw Dr. Strange a few months ago. I'm was never that into Marvel Comics as a kid - somewhat, I'd read them - but I liked Little Lulu and Scrooge McDuck, the great horror comics like Tales of the Crypt, and above all Mad. These days not into big budget super hero stuff which tends to bore me after a while. But I'd just completed a lot of work, Katrinka was in the US, so I watched Dr. Strange. I enjoyed it and thought it was imaginative and fun. And I thought yeah - the guy who wrote this and some of those others, like I think Spiderman, did give us other places to go that left the zone of consensus reality. Couldn't remember his name but I thought I'd see it in the credits and go Oh yeah. At one point in the film Dr. Strange and his fellow good guys were in New York City running down the street from the bad guys, the main villain of which was folding space-time and hurling devastating power rays and so forth, when bang! a bus drove in front of their exit route and with a viewpoint from inside the bus we see them come to an abrupt stop outside a window where a man is sitting reading a book. The action hesitates for a second, the bus moves on, and they're off running from the bad guys again. Movies, especially big budget films, typically don't have any shot that doesn't serve a purpose. It was the brief lingering bit in the bus that made me curious. I thus paused the film, went back a little to watch that scene again and paused it on the reading man. Hmm. I could make out some letters on the book cover and yes - got it - The Doors of Perception, He was reading Aldous Huxley's classic on mind expansion. At the end of the film as the credits rolled, I watched and there it was! Man on bus .... Stan Lee. Oh yeah.

Farewell Stan Lee who just died at 95. And thanks for the trips!

Monday, November 12, 2018

Weather Report

Don't look at Sanur weather reports much because rain here is so often in clumps so that never know if it will hit here or a few blocks away. And if it's massive then it's pretty clear it's coming. For temperature, I gauge by fan settings. For warm, turn to one, for warmer to two, for even warmer to three, and for hot add a second one. As for humidity, I use the kitchen wiping cloth the first time I use it in the morning. If the humidity is low, the cloth will be dry in the morning. If it's high, it will still be wet. It's also fun to look at the thermometer outside, read the Fahrenheit and guess the Celsius - or vice versa. But the numbers don't mean as much as the fan settings. 

Wednesday, November 7, 2018

At Denpasar Renon Immigration Office

Went to get our photos and fingerprints for new residence visas today. Nice, polite people work there. Didn't have to wait too long and while waiting there was a big screen with Quebec's TV show Just for Gags which can be seen anywhere in the world because there's no voice track - just sight gags like the old Candid Camera. Natrually, I'll be laughing more than anyone. I've been watching Just for Gags there anytime I went for five years. This is the new fancier remodeled office and at first they didn't have the big screen and no Just for Gags and I thought that that era of wacky humor in a government office had passed. But today it was back with an even larger screen and all new gags. They obviously can get away with edgier material in Canada than we could in the states where there are so many sensitive issues the media is shy about. 

Tuesday, November 6, 2018

Moneyya Said

Met Moneyya the monk at the Mertasari beach for an invigorating swim while dogette Bandita waded and snooped nearby. Before coming back in we floated for a bit and once on shore Moneyya remarked, "When I'm moving there's no motion and when I'm not moving there's movement."

Moneyya page