|My St. Edward's High School annual, Austin, Texas, 10th grade
|Rosa 'James Mason ' 17 June 2019
It hit me suddenly that my concept of Bunny Watson where I write about subjects that seem to have nothing in common, but ultimately do, is simply a stream of consciousness.
When I started this blog, 6004 blogs ago in January of 2006, I had no idea of what it was. Through the years I have written several blogs where I ask the question, “Why do I blog?”
Now in this 21st century, the Age of the Emoji, I have adopted Joan Didion’s quote from an interview she did for the NYTimes.
"I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means."
|I am in the middle of the first row. Brother Anton Mattingly, C.S.C. taught me English and Spanish and inspired me to buy my first SLR a Pentacon-F
With few that I know reading any of my blogs and simply placing an emoji to record they like my pic, I have no idea how many phantom readers I may have. Even my daughters rarely go beyond that emoji.
My conclusion, more than ever, is that I write for myself. It amounts to staring at myself in the mirror to discern some detail I had not noticed before.
|I played alto saxophone in the school band and school jazz band. Brother Edwin Reggio, C.S.C. on left "forced" me. I could not tell him no.
My blog goes beyond the now-everywhere-you-look narcissistic selfie. It amounts to my filling my mind knowing that the contents will dissipate once I die.
It is futile? Perhaps not.
This stream of consciousness takes me to explain all the above pictures. In one of them there is Brother Anton Mattingly, C.S.C.. In his class, one day, I remember so well, he played a record of James Mason narrating Edgar Allan Poe's Annabel Lee. That was my introduction to Poe.
Many years later Rosemary fell in love with a modern Gallica Rose (sort of like a brand new Model T Ford) introduced by the English rosarian Peter Beales. It is Rosa 'James Mason'. I told Rosemary that previously to Brother Anton's introduction of Edgar Allan Poe to my life I had seen two James Mason films. One was the Desert Fox and the other Five Fingers.
Both Rosemary and I plus my mother were fans of the actor.