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Thanks Phil, it was The Machineries that I read that, and it is a very wonderful story. She stood silently looking out into the great sallow distances of sea bottom, as if recalling something, her yellow eyes soft and moist... rocketsummer@insightbb.com | ||||
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Rocket: Per - "How often in your everyday world, whatever is going on, do you correlate a Bradbury story to what is happening?" Great question for RB fans! So many! Here just a few. I was painting last summer and heard my two young boys padding up the driveway. I was around the corner of the house out of their sight and said, without hesitation, that's "the sound of summer running!" When we go for an evening stroll around our neighborhood, an especially quiet section of town, it is often kidded that we are out "Walking. Just walking!" I grew up in a "Green" Town, though mine was named "Water." Our family business was in the middle of the "Square" where all of the artisans, butchers, newstands, cafes, and shoestores were located. Everyone exchanged and supported one another's enterprises. Today, we always "sponge around and bounce a bit" in our new shoes before we buy them. Thanks, Mr. Sanderson! Since I also teach a couple of evenings during the week, no matter how quietly my entrance, and even though lights in bedrooms "should be" out, I am oft met with "That's dad!" A line that echoes from the Spaulding household. "Leave Taking" I wrote to Mr. Bradbury several years ago thanking him for this passage. (What a gracious piece of writing this is.) A traditonal Hallo-ween Tree and a favorite of the neighbors. So, like many others here daily, the metaphors permeate my life...This message has been edited. Last edited by: fjp451, | ||||
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Padding is a good word - sorry, wrong thread.
Putting one foot in front of the other? Also known as "padding". "Live Forever!" | ||||
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Permeate is even better. Thank you Fjp for your answers to the question, I agree fully! Good one on the sneakers too! She stood silently looking out into the great sallow distances of sea bottom, as if recalling something, her yellow eyes soft and moist... rocketsummer@insightbb.com | ||||
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Yes, and in my case the answer is "too often to mention," but if I think of good examples will post them. | ||||
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Dandelion, I know what you mean. I am pausing to reflect and share something of substance like Fjp... She stood silently looking out into the great sallow distances of sea bottom, as if recalling something, her yellow eyes soft and moist... rocketsummer@insightbb.com | ||||
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I would love to have my own private astronomical observatory out in the middle of nowhere replete with bedrooms, kitchen, big entertainment area, hot tubs, and of course the top would automatically roll back to observe the stars from an upstairs platform. The stairs would be the winding kind too. It would in effect be a sundome. If I ever win the lotto... One of my alltime favorite Bradbury stories is Kaleidoscope. This story to me is about the sheer brevity of life and treasuring, celebrating, wondering, and relishing every second that you are alive. I can't remember the exact phrase but it was something like when a life is over, its like the film in a projector going fast and then burning up to ash in the end. In other words, poof, gone like smoke. About five years ago they were predicting that the annual meteor shower, The Leonids, was going to hit a peak that only happens every thirty years. My wife and I decided to go up to Indiana at our local astronomy club's site. It is remote and took about an hour to get there. We arrived at sunset that late November evening. This site is also much higher in altitude from the surrounding area. We brought blankets and chairs and were ready for the show. There was many other people there as well. What we saw was a once in a lifetime event. At one point we were seeing about four hundred meteors an hour. Some of the meteors were super bright and broke up in midflight with spectacular colors, reds, greens, and bluish ones, these kind are called bolides. I was reminded of Ray's wonderful story Kaleidoscope that night. We were still there as dawns light was breaking and still the meteors swarmed! After full sunrise, we got in the car and started for home. It quickly became apparent that a dense fog had set in during the night, yet we were above it the whole time. We had to go twenty five miles an hour most of the way home. Had we stayed home, we wouldn't have seen anything in the sky due to the lower river valley where we live. That night was nothing short of astounding and will long live in my memory as one of my best. She stood silently looking out into the great sallow distances of sea bottom, as if recalling something, her yellow eyes soft and moist... rocketsummer@insightbb.com | ||||
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Rocky, well-recalled and well-told! Wish I coulda seen it. | ||||
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I wonder if RB invented the sundome? I've read other SF novels with similar structures called "redoubts", well they were EXACTLY like sundomes just with different names. I think of RB every single day at least once. ================================================ "I don't know anything." | ||||
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Thanks, B-Two. I'm not sure, grasstains, may be worth looking into. I like saying "sundome". She stood silently looking out into the great sallow distances of sea bottom, as if recalling something, her yellow eyes soft and moist... rocketsummer@insightbb.com | ||||
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Me too - we have good thoughts, eh? "Live Forever!" | ||||
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Totally off-topic, and I aplogize, but when you said "I need a sundome now!" it made me remember something: When I was very little, my dad had plans to construct a geodesic dome for our family to live in. he tossed aside those plans, when he began to draw up plans for a pyramid. I'm not making this up. neither were constructed. ...yeah anyway, sorry you go off topic, rocket...do continue *ducks out quietly* If there is a God, I know he likes to rock. | ||||
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WG, I bet your dad was a Bucky Fuller fan... | ||||
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Possibly. My dad has the makings of a cult leader, its really a riot. If there is a God, I know he likes to rock. | ||||
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