Barney B in graphic Kruschev visitation – see the evidence for yourself.

Connections. Twiggy and Pope’s Grotto…

Was in the coffee-palace today thinking ’bout my Barney logs and Lissitzky the Russian who worked for Stalin, and how Barney called him a “Hack.” So I pick up a copy of ‘Soviet Union for 1962′ from the  library at ‘Coffee to the People’ filched from the SF Unified School District, History dept. ex libris the James Denman Junior High thinking it might be relevant.

Soviet Union Book Cover (3)

And bless my unsullied soul, there on a page which the book fell open to, was a Kruschev picture, that someone had written a pencilled (or more properly a ball-pointed) bubble, with the words  ‘Barney B was here’ inside. For real.

Kruschev Congratulates Collective Farmers (2)


Alessandra the daughter – who knows how to do a contortion or two – says it’s Barney talking from the other side. I’m quite certain that’s what Barney would say too. An example of Serendipity if ever there was.

And this is a Serendip type event because it was hecka weird when I saw “Barney B” in a bubble coming out of Kruschev’s shiny pate. So this is a good example to illustrate Alexander Pope’s invention of the word, serendipity, the happy habit of fancival discovery, which was named for (or after) the Three Princes (or were they Princesses?) of Serendip, in what is now Sri Lanka, and used to be called Ceylon, and featured as a mythical place in antiquity, then made fabulous in a 17th Century novel. Recently it was Tiger-territory. Pope’s example to illustrate the word with a story about a camel was not a very apt definition. Mine is better.

Daught Aless’ current pin-up is the 60’s London model Twiggy, the thin, but healthy model, who lived in a house close by Pope’s Grotto in Twickenham, an 18th century grotto under the road made of shells and dubious Roman antiquities cobbled together in a faux mithras alcove. Twiggy’s house was a detached pebble-dash ’30’s builder’s mock-tudor special, featuring a front lawn with gate and central path through the roses. The house was, and quite probably is still, about one hundred feet equidistant from both the Grotto and the Odeon cinema of which Barney did a drawing. The front of the flick-house was built in 193o’s Egyptian mode, in that suburban British shiny vitreous-tile-factory way that some of us admire.

In other news: Twig-tech, a play on Twickenham Tech, a reference to Twickers Twiggy, and is the contemporary expression of the wicker or wattle arts, also hedgerow weaving. I studied advanced Twig-tech with Faye Schoolcraft the sculptor in the ’80’s. Current expression of the latest advances in Twiggery are to be  found in the architcture of the raised beds in my garden.

Musing on coincidences influenced by the Sceptic in Scientific American: My mind processes, say, an ‘Incident Of Note’ (an ION) about once every 3.5 seconds on average, not counting dreams – which I should but they’re timeless, that’s about 6-million IONs a year. Add in the dream factor and soon we be talking sig numbers. So, for those one in a million type coincidences, we might fairly often get at least 6 odd occurrances per year. Over a life-time we will see all sorts of amazing unexpected pairings and misconceivetions.




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