Life Among the Never-Winged

Once upon a time I was writing a book called, "Just Another Love Letter", about angels behaving badly. Now I just quietly ask myself each day, "What the hell am I doing?"

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  • Sunday, January 28, 2007

    Filters, Or n1 / sin (θ1) = n2 / sin(θ2)

    Rainbows do not actually exist, but are optical illusions dependent entirely on an observer's relative position to light and water.

    For example. An observer is standing on a ship at sea; the source of light is the setting sun and the water is the last of a sudden storm that the ship is passing through.

    The observer is not alone, but surrounded by relatives at a reunion who have all gathered for a photograph (another creature of optics and illusion) in front of a large picture window overlooking the prow of the ship. The photo is taken, the groups turns, the rainbow appears.

    A rainbow is the result of light undergoing total internal reflection in myriad water droplets.

    Everyone smiles, and one observer voices the single thought of the group – a woman's name, a pronouncement of presence signified by a beautiful thing that does not really exist, but that everyone gathered in that particular, that singular place out at sea nonetheless can observe.

    In other words, it all depends on where you stand, and where you look.


    “You should have seen it. Everybody just smiled and someone said, “There's Liz. And it was.”


    Once upon a time, a ship passed through a storm at sunset and a rainbow appeared. A common sight.

    Once upon a time, a family gathered for a photograph at a reunion arranged by a woman who died two years previously. Just after the photo was taken, a rainbow appeared, and everyone knew she was there.

    Once upon a time, a food Nazi took her boyos to the grocery store and in a moment of indulgence, let one of them grab a box of rainbow fish crackers. Instead of putting it in the cupboard, she stared at the box on the counter for a couple of days, never realizing it was a punchline.




    (The first part of this story is here.)

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    15 people left me a love letter:

    Blogger Scott from Oregon wrote in a love letter...

    Rainbows do too exist.

    1:42 AM, January 29, 2007  
    Blogger Bud wrote in a love letter...

    I'm touched how you were able to be there without leaving home. Your family has a gift for making you feel this way.

    6:42 AM, January 29, 2007  
    Blogger Maggie wrote in a love letter...

    Connectedness. I have chills.

    10:18 AM, January 29, 2007  
    Anonymous Rudi wrote in a love letter...

    >in a moment of indulgence

    It was a moment of grace, but you didn't know that yet.

    12:25 PM, January 29, 2007  
    Blogger meno wrote in a love letter...

    I don't have anything to say except YES.


    2:19 PM, January 29, 2007  
    Blogger patches wrote in a love letter...

    When I was a kid, a pilot once told me that from the cockpit, a rainbow often appeared as a complete ring instead of an arc....fitting, as your story has also come full circle.

    2:34 PM, January 29, 2007  
    Blogger Schmoopie wrote in a love letter...

    I agree with Scott from OR. Rainbows do exist. The most beautiful rainbows are in OR. We drove through one in the Tillamook Forest and I got the chills. I saw one in CO when Stucco' s plane took off for WA and knew he would get the job that it would take to move us out here. They are magical.

    Your life is definitely defined by synchronicity. Rainbow goldfish- priceless!!

    5:37 PM, January 29, 2007  
    Blogger amusing wrote in a love letter...

    I like the double rainbows in Hawaii that are almost an everyday occurence.... la de dah

    7:32 PM, January 29, 2007  
    Blogger Nancy Dancehall wrote in a love letter...

    Scott: But they're like love. You can't touch either, but you know them when you see them.

    Bud: Liz especially had a gift for making me feel that way. So does my mom. I come from two lines of storytellers.

    Maggie: I'm honored that this touched you like that.

    Rudi: Absolutely. It didn't hit me until last night, and I stood in my kitchen holding the box and laughing. Especially at the little orange wedge that says, 'made with real cheese!' You had to know Liz.

    Meno: Yes works. Especially in all caps. :-)

    Patches: That is true. It's hard to find a true-life story that does. :-)

    Schmoop: You drove THROUGH a rainbow? How? Wow.

    Amusing: Rainbows in Hawaii -- Whatever. You didn't have Rainbow Goldfish Crackers, didja? ;-)

    8:24 PM, January 29, 2007  
    Blogger Jay wrote in a love letter...

    I like the interconnected-disconnected feel of this post. It suits my early morning mood.

    5:29 AM, January 30, 2007  
    Anonymous clowncar wrote in a love letter...

    Nice. I liker the photo described as "another creature of optics and illusion."

    I read this in a poem today and thought of your blog entry (and your ideas of eternity in general). It is addressing someone, newly dead: "already caravaggioing your way through the light and dark, mouthing the prime numbers of eternity."

    Mark Conway wrote it. It's called "Tarot Card of Dreaming Man, Face down."

    11:09 AM, January 30, 2007  
    Blogger Stucco wrote in a love letter...

    Rainbow goldfish don't exist.

    11:46 AM, January 30, 2007  
    Blogger Nancy Dancehall wrote in a love letter...

    Thanks, Ms. Jay!

    Clowncar: *stunned silence* Wa-wa-wa-wow. I think I need to read Conway.

    Stucco: No no no. Rainbow goldfish SHOULDN'T exist.

    12:58 PM, January 30, 2007  
    Blogger Irrelephant wrote in a love letter...

    I keep looking at that crazy picture up there and thinking "How can that poor guy carry that massive arch, attached to his shoulders like that? And what about that strange lower appendage?

    6:06 PM, January 30, 2007  
    Blogger Scott from Oregon wrote in a love letter...

    Nope. Rainbows are not like love. They asre predictable. Shine light through a spray of tiny water droplets and you will get a rainbow everytime. Not only that, the refraction is predictable. Explainable. Reproducable at any given time.

    Not at all like love.

    9:10 PM, January 30, 2007  

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