Jack of Diamonds

KHYI plays the Jack of Diamonds again (see yesterday's entry, Killer Radio):

"I knew a man with money in his hand.
He'd look that Jack of Diamonds in the eye...."

For another version of the Jack, see The Cube Paradigm.

For All Time

"... and the Wichita lineman is still on the line..."

(Reflection on a member of the Radcliffe Class of 1964 who lived near Wichita and now has her own home page... While listening to a song on my "home on The Range - KHYI 95.3FM, Plano, Texas.")

Readings for a seminar we never really finished:

"...that ineffable constellation of talents that makes the player of rank: a gift for conceiving abstract schematic possibilities; a sense of mathematical poetry in the light of which the infinite chaos of probability and permutation is crystallized under the pressure of intense concentration into geometric blossoms; the ruthless focus of force on the subtlest weakness of an opponent."

-- Trevanian, Shibumi

" 'Haven't there been splendidly elegant colors in Japan since ancient times?'

'Even black has various subtle shades,' Sosuke nodded.' "

-- Yasunari Kawabata, The Old Capital 

Fearful Meditation 

Ray Price — Time

"The Max D. Barnes-penned title track, with its stark-reality lyrics, is nothing short of haunting: 'Time is a weapon, it’s cold and it’s cruel; It knows no religion and plays by no rules; Time has no conscience when it’s all said and done; Like a beast in the jungle that devours its young.' That’s so good, it hurts! Price’s still-amazing vocals are simply the chilling icing on the cake."

-- Lisa Berg, NashvilleCountry.com

O fearful meditation! Where, alack,
Shall time's best jewel from time's chest lie hid?

— Shakespeare, Sonnet 65

Clue: click here.  This in turn leads to my March 4 entry Fearful Symmetry, which contains the following:

"Every transition from major to minor in a sonata, every transformation of a myth or a religious cult, every classical or artistic formulation was, I realized in that flashing moment, if seen with a truly meditative mind, nothing but a direct route into the interior of the cosmic mystery...."

-- Hermann Hesse, The Glass Bead Game

"How strange the change from major to minor...."

-- Cole Porter, "Every Time We Say Goodbye"