So hot today, but the sedums on the green roof continue to thrive these seven years later; the red currants are abundant and gorgeous in a tart; the walls are clean except for an heirloom linen & indigo dyed wool tapestry — which was given to my grandmother EEG by a cousin Angie — who was cousin Angie ? I can’t find this person in her family tree… This brings me back to my ongoing direction now that the months of work on the two Cuban photography exhibitions are winding down.
I am opening the collection of family scrapbooks and the letters, photos, and writings only to rediscover the layers of stories, the iconic images, and the intensity of history. The collected documents are volumes to read and contemplate; the travels and associated diaries extensive; and the course of political history more than I ever knew. No wonder I have been moving them around so much without opening a thing.
I will add this one quote however — it is from the International Telecommunications Union (ITU) centennial publications From Semaphore to Satellite, Genève, CH 1965 where my father worked for 14 years. As I read about the first cable linkages connecting continents (UK to America in the 1850s and Europe with Africa in the 1960s) I think about our currents uses of these initial communication lines and now the development of AI interfaces. How hot is our world?
Le câblier Long Lines, mis en service au milieu de l’année 1963 pour contribuer au developpement du réseau de câbles télèphoniques transocéaniques. Cette unité appartient à la Transoceanic Cable Ship Company, filiale de l’American Telephone and Telegraph Company.
‘Tis done ! the angry sea consents, the nations stand no more apart.
With clasped hands the continents feel throbbings of each others hearts.
Speed, speed the cable ; let it run a living girdle round the earth,
Till all the nations ‘neath the sun shall be as brothers of one hearth.
Tiré d’une ode laudative publiée au Canada en 1859, au moment où le câble de 1858 était provisoirement en service.
