Category Archives: Paul’s Musings

‘Rogues’ Christmas’ – This Year at the Taproot Theatre

Northgate Santa, 1952. He knows when you are sleeping…

Greetings, all! FYI, this evening’s performance will not be held at the usual Town Hall location, which is closed for remodel and reconstruction! All Town Hall events are now sprinkled throughout the city in many different venues. Ours is at Greenwood’s Taproot Theatre. For direction and info on parking, please click here.

Thanks for the suggestion to clarify this, Clay Eals!

Paul and Jean at Town Hall

James Street Alley blend
James Street Alley blend

Join us for an evening of entertaining yet erudite edification at Seattle’s Town Hall, 7:30 PM, this coming Friday! Historical whimsy mixed with a whiff of sulfur and a touch of elysium.

Also, come early (or stay late) to explore the redecorated North Lobby, jam packed with Now and Then comparisons hot off the presses. Reception follows the (very) illustrated lecture.

FALLING IN THE KITCHEN, THURSDAY LAST – WITH UPDATE!

The most spirited of this blog’s users known that it has at last found a stable home that promises to deliver a service that will rarely be interrupted by ghosts in their or our machines. Last weekend, we fled Lunarpages for WordPress.com with ‘Roosevelt Way, 1946’ being the first feature carried by our new server.

Now, unexpectedly, and yet not so surprisingly, other ghosts have taken hold on one of the blog’s three soft machines that embrace like boxcars in the blog name DorpatSherrardLomont – the founders.

Paul Dorpat, at 75 easily the oldest among us, fell to the floor of his and Genevieve McCoy’s Wallingford kitchen after announcing, “I think I’m having a heart attack.”  His more than thirty years of hygienic luck stumbled with him.  First pounding his chest, McCoy then called 911, which soon arrived and sped the crumpled codger to the UW hospital’s ER, and the basement drive-in we, its neighbors, may hope to never visit.  With sirens wailing, (Paul notes that from the inside of a 911 ambulance these ear-splitting heralds are effectively muted–he’d often wondered about that) Paul arrived mid-afternoon last Thursday, February 6th, in what we might imagine as the crypt at the east end of the U.W. Hospital.  As of Tuesday the 11th, he was still there.

Paul’s diagnosis was wrong.  While an arrhythmic flutter in his heart contributed to the winter collapse, it was the milky way of blood clots in his lungs that gave the most to dropping him.  Together, his heart and his lungs were not delivering the oxygen needed to ascend even a single flight of stairs.  Now after a few days of beta-blockers, anti-coagulants, and procedures like the placing – directly thru his heart – of a filter shaped like the Eiffel tower to catch more of his left leg’s contribution of clots before they reach the heart-lungs-head (you might look it up), Paul is feeling not so bad for now, considering the alternative.  (We will make updates on the we hope progress of this soft machine later on.)

Paul-in-hosp
Jean counting Paul’s beats per minute, which at that moment on Sunday evening, Feb 9th, were 84 with an oxygen rating of 95 percent
UPDATE

Paul was discharged from the hospital on Tuesday evening and is now home again. The overall news is very good, as his heart, while overclocking a bit to keep oxygen flowing, is doing well; the hope is that the embolisms will dissipate over time.  Currently, Paul is hard at work on his next Now & Then.

Dorpat 75th + MOFA inauguration

Paul, I’m going to post a few photos from last night – all in thumbnails. Perhaps you’d like to say a few words about this combined anniversary and our now-flourishing Museum of Forsaken Art…. (Formerly known as the Museum of Forlorn and Forsaken Art.)

Jean may I stay with MOFA?  MOFA is a museum flourishing in its hopes and expectations.  The donations made to MOFA this Monday last (Oct. 28th) will increase the size of our collection to what we known not what.   About 30 contributions were made, a generous addition to the hundreds got already from many years of collecting, most of it from north end sales set up on lawns, in garages, basements, and sometimes throughout structures.  These last, you know, are often given special status as “estate sales” and to enter these buyers may sometimes stand in lines holding numbers.   We have.  As pleasing as is MOFA’s new collected art, about 80 new members for the MOFA Board of Directors were also sponsored and admitted on this evening, all of them signing the MOFA Board certificate, which they kept then for themselves.   (We will print an example at the bottom – one left accidentally, we are confident, at the event by FMOFA (Friend of MOFA) Clinton resident Paula Kerby.  It will be seen that her signing was sponsored by her husband, Bill Kerby.  Although it is not necessary for a sponsor to be either related or a member of the board, it is satisfying when they are. Soon after, Paula sponsored Billy.  (At this rate the MOFA BOARD may need to rent one of Seattle’s larger venues for its tenth anniversary to arrange seats for its thousands. I expect that the show will be exciting.)  The confidence of our charter members is a testimonial to our preparedness.  We will be ready.  Here are a few of Jean’s portraits of the newest charter members.  Certainly, without exception they appear proud.  Soon MOFA will have its own page linked to this one.  There we may all watch the collection grown in both size and interpretation.  Board members are encouraged to criticize the works of the collection.  As the Board Certificate puts it, so long such criticism is given “in the spirit of our better mothers.”  Members will share the compassionate good sense of one who agrees that  “If you cannot say something nice then do not say anything at all.”  One who will take care to “Do unto their collage as you would have them do unto your own.”  We will be identifying these Board Members, as recorded by Jean late during the tail of the evening event at Ivar’s Salmon House on, again, Oct. 28, 2013.  (Of the many who were not able to be there, we certainly missed MOFA’s First Curator, Berangere Lomont, who we show at the bottom – next to the BOARD CERTIFICATE – standing a the front door of the Forsaken Art House in 2010, and the future site – still – for MOFA.)

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Paula Kerby's neglected membership card
Paula Kerby’s membership card – lost or neglected?
Charter Curator  Berangere Lomont at the front door of the Forsaken Art House, ca. 2010, and future home of the Forsaken Art Museum ca. 2014
Charter Curator Berangere Lomont at the front door of the Forsaken Art House, ca. 2006, and future home of the Forsaken Art Museum ca. 2014

 

 

A Puzzling Stereo

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This artfully arranged group is drinking something to violin music.  All the posing is wonderfully worked out varied.  The subjects circle three in masks, and behind them  near the back is another masked character, at the table.   A few of them are holding or smoking something.  Some are pensive – those in the foreground – others seem to raise their glasses in unison and in a toast to something.  What are the couple on the left up to – I wonder.   Again – or typically – I know nothing about this odd stereo.  Perhaps it is not so rare – a kind of oft printed oddity.   Don’t know.  Hope you do.  Mummers comes to mind but that be only because the big cheeks of the masked trio are mumps-like.