Birthday Bash - 2010

Jonah 1:17 Now Satan had prepared a great fish to swallow up Rose. And Rose was in the belly of the fish thirty-three days and thirty-three nights.

וַיְמַ֤ן יְהוָה֙ דָּ֣ג גָּד֔וֹל לִבְלֹ֖עַ אֶת־יוֹנָ֑ה וַיְהִ֤י יוֹנָה֙ בִּמְעֵ֣י הַדָּ֔ג שְׁלֹשָׁ֥ה יָמִ֖ים וּשְׁלֹשָׁ֥ה לֵילֽוֹת׃

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Rose,
                  Clémence & Clovis by SAGReiss

Naïa
                  by SAGReiss

Rose
                  & Clémence by Madeline

Rose plays harmonica & piano
Naïa plays pocket billiards (uncropped image)
Rose blows out birthday candles

Part of His World

Reprise

Maybe she’s right. Maybe there is something the matter with me. I just don’t see how a man that makes such wonderful things could be bad.

Look at this stuff. Isn’t it neat?
Wouldn’t you think my collection’s complete?
Wouldn’t you think I’m the girl,
The girl who has everything?
Look at this trove, treasures untold.
How many wonders can one cavern hold?

Lookin’ around here you think,
Sure, she’s got everything.
I’ve got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty.
I’ve got whozits and whatzits galore.
You want thingamabobs? I got twenty!
But who cares? No big deal. I want more.

What would I give to live where you are?
What would I pay to stay here beside you?
What would I do to see you smiling at me?

Where would we walk, where would we run,
If we could stay all day in the sun?
Just you and me, and I could be part of your world.

I don’t know when, I don’t know how,
But I know something’s starting right now.
Watch and you’ll see, some day I’ll be part of your world.

I wanna be where my father is.
I wanna see, wanna see him dancin’,
Walking around on those - what do you call ‘em? Oh - feet!

Flippin’ your fins, you don’t get too far.
Legs are required for jumping, dancing,
Strolling along down a - what’s that word again? Street!

Up where he walks, up where he runs,
Up where he stays all day in the sun,
Wanderin’ free - wish I could be part of his world.

What would I give if I could live out of these waters?
What would I pay to spend a day warm on the sand?
You bet’cha on land he understands, that he don’t reprimand his daughter,
A bright young woman sick of swimmin’, ready to stand.

And ready to know what my father knows,
Ask him my questions and get some answers.
What’s a fire and why does it - what’s the word? Burn?

When’s it my turn? Wouldn’t I love,
Love to explore that shore up above?
Out of the sea, wish I could be part of his world.

Rose &
                SAGReiss by April Reiss

Rose dances with her father at piano lesson - Rose danse avec son père au cours de piano

Timing the Slideshows

Page
Images
Duration
Tempo
Milliseconds per Bar
Beats Per Minute
60k Milliseconds/BPM
x2
x4
Jungle Rose
40
10:59
andante

80
750

3,000
Random Rose
exponential
10:29
larghetto

64
938

3,750
Winter Baroque
15 3:29
allegro
1,100


4,400
Rose Dance
60
2:06
allegro
129
465
930
Black Rose
54
3:29
adagio

70
857
1,714
Sunlit Rose
24
3:05
allegro
130
462

1,846

Initial measurement of musical rhythm in italics (center). Result (interval of slideshow images expressed in milliseconds) in bold (right).

Sundry criteria for slideshow intervals:

Slideshow interval is manipulated in milliseconds by multiplication in order to convert quarter-note pulses (which are generally too fast for the eye to follow comfortably) into half-note (x2) or whole-note (x4) pulses. The resulting Gasamtkunstwerk reflects the interaction of several factors: quantity, quality, & subject matter of images; length, speed, & danceability of music, meaning of lyrics. The images swing to the music in the appropriate rhythm. Murder kindly taught me how to do this.

From: SAGReiss

Date: 16 September 2010

Subject: Sofian by SAGReiss & SAGReiss

After carefully weeding through the 200 Carnival pics, I had to tell Sofian's mother that I had no good one of him. She angrily assumed that this was because I think her son is uncultivated, which he could hardly not be, given his parents' level of education. It was in fact because of my lack of image processing knowledge, or rather imagination. It was my first time using the new cam, which takes huge photographs. I was used to viewing small images in 1:1 zoom, checking Rose's face & body, the composition, the color scheme, etc. and deciding if I liked the pic. Now I'm suddenly looking at a tiny zoom. I didn't occur to me that I could crop a tiny rectangle at full resolution and create essentially a new image, which is what I did six months later when I carved Sofian's rather handsome face out of an otherwise ugly pic. SAGReiss II created a new image out of the raw material that SAGReiss I had left him without even knowing it was there.

From: SAGReiss

Date: 12 September 2010

Subject: Fwd: RE: Refraction

There's an angry row about the sound quality, but you can download it here:

http://thepiratebay.org/torrent/3286794/Jay-Z_The_Grey_Album_(2004)

From: Corinne

Date: 12 September 2010

Subject: RE: Refraction

in that case, i'd be able to buy jay-z's grey album.

From: SAGReiss

Date: 12 September 2010

Subject: Refraction

I care nothing for ownership, scorn intellectual property, but I wonder if I am not in some sense the author or creator of the portrait of Clemence. Madeline took a conventional action shot of Rose. By cropping it from 2048x1536pixels to 480x640pixels at full resolution, I've changed the subject from Rose to Clemence, changed the style from straight to crooked, changed the format from landscape to portrait. In almost no way is the resulting image similar to the source from which it was extracted.

From: SAGReiss

Date: 11 September 2010

Subject: Clemence

Attached: 2010_09_04c_crop.jpg;

My art is not perfection. I've been thinking of this since Madeline sent me her photographs yesterday, the day after I had picked up the missing image at John's. The Birthday Bash seems to have made everyone happy, but I was unhappy with the pics, all of them, except for that of Naia. But I did notice something in the candles shot, which I wasn't able to extract until today. I use PSP, BLIMP & now GIMP, although I hate all of these programs, since I haven't bothered trying to install my pirated 200x version of M$Office, whose best program is actually the image editor, whose name has changed a couple of times, from PhotoEditor to PictureManager or somefuckingthing. Anyway, GIMP kind of allows me to select digitally, although I should have gone one more pixel or two to the right, but I really can't be bothered. The edited image is by no means good, but it is a real cubist representation of Clemence, with her face refracted through the water pitcher, the vertical (or diagonal) reflection of the light, the red-&-green horizontal line of candies on the cake, half-refracted. I won't bother invoking Flaubert's ass again. You remember, and everyone else can RTFM. Rose will read Flaubert, her father's commentary, & Nichelle's. Nichelle is the rare genius who can write illuminatingly of an author she may never have read. I am tired & disgusted with everything, Alan's lingering death, endless fights with the justice system, C the G's torments. If the bitch wants to talk to me or fuck me, let her come here & ring the fucking doorbell. She's hot & fat, the most beautiful woman in the world, & the last I've laid a hand on. In the meantime, I like this image.

Clémence by Madeline

From: SAGReiss

Date: 10 September 2010

Subject: One More Time

This woman is fucking weird. Is she just getting drunk & horny at night? I have no fucking clue. I have no idea why the phone doesn't ring. Anyway, she called only once last night at 12:03am.

Oh, and three new pics on the Birthday Bash & Jungle Rose pages, none of them good, but that's OK.

From: Hind

Date: 8 September 2010

Subject: Re: Photo of Naia

Je passe le message a Denis !!!!

Je trouvais ce livre tres touchant connaissant votre situation ... Courage!

From: SAGReiss

Date: 8 September 2010

Subject: Re: Photo of Naia

Hind,

Merci d'etre venues & pour le livre d'Emilie. Rose & moi avons bien aime chercher les images plus ou moins cachees des lettres. Les lettres sont tres importantes pour nous. Rose ne le sait pas trop encore, mais nous communiquons par couriels qu'elle lira plus tard. Je lui ecris tous les jours.

Pas de probleme pour le samedi. J'ai decale le cours de piano a Saint Paul en fonction.

Scott, pere de Rose

P.S. L'annee prochaine j'aimerais que Denis vienne aussi a la fete, ce pere indigne.

At 16:41 8-09-10, you wrote:

Coucou,

merci pour cette jolie photo, Naïa a beaucoup aimé la fete de Rose!

J'ai oublié de te dire la derniere fois, mais a priori si vous voulez venir voir Naïa ce serait mieux le samedi apres midi car on veut se garder le dimanche pour une journée en famille ! Il y a tellement de passage chez nous que l'on aimerait garder le dimanche pour nous.

bises à vous deux

a plus

Hind

From: SAGReiss

Date: 5 September 2010

Subject: Photo of Naia

Attached: 2010_09_04b_1024.jpg;

Hind,

Merci d'etre venues a la fete de Rose. Nous nous sommes beaucoup amuses, et j'espere que vous aussi.

On ne voit pas son visage, mais j'aime bien cette photo de Naia.

Meilleures salutations.

Scott, pere de Rose

From: SAGReiss

Date: 4 September 2010

Subject: Birthday Unbashed

Attached: 2010_09_04a_1024.jpg; 2010_09_04b_1024.jpg;

Exhausted, as is Rose & Strophe. It was a long but rewarding day. I took 52 worthless pics (the least worst two attached), but maybe someone else took a good one & will think to send it to me. Clovis the American arrived on time at 2pm. Clemence & her very pregnant mother, whose name I didn't even know, arrived fashionably late. Emilie apparently decided that I wasn't enough of a drunken purveyor of incest to create any real danger to her daughter, and promptly left, asking me to bring Clemence back to the shop at six. Naia arrived about an hour late, which was wonderful & somewhat unexpected. She is such a great girl (fearless & tough), Rose's best & oldest friend in Les Vans. Her mother also left for most of the party. Sofian showed up two hours late, but he was better behaved than usual. Sam didn't show up, but Father of Sam isn't very reliable. Altogether it was a great party. There was a little mayhem in the kitchen, in the playroom (my office), in Rose's room, and in my room, but nothing to worry about. Mothers (including myself) kind of naturally take turns looking after the children, & imposing a little discipline as necessary. Since there were very few parents present for any length of time, I didn't even bother breaking out the eighteen (each) falafel & meatballs. (I had cancelled the Oriental pastries rendered redundant by the chocolate mousse birthday cake.) Happily I had bought very little beer & wine for the guests. I can take care of the leftover food & drink by myself. I enjoyed all of the children's & all of the mothers' company, especially Clovis' mother, whose name is something like Madeline. She is an old mother (like me), but seemingly deprived of many of the worst of American prejudices:

http://www.salon.com/books/salon_reading_club/index.html?story=/books/feature/2010/08/30/jonathan_franzen_freedom

Her son has a beautiful way of combining English & French, and he really likes the billiards table. which Rose calls ping-pong. I think we could become friends. Naia, Kim (absent with leave), Sam (AWOL), Clovis, Marie, & Archie (both overseas), these are my friends, my daughter's friends. You, my friends, well you are my friends, even though you never write to me. I indulge my fantasy that your read me, which (fantasy or reality) may be enough to keep me alive.

From: SAGReiss

Date: 1 September 2010

Subject: More Medical Madness

Yesterday after work I called the house. Deborah answered: "Your mother called me nineteen times on Sunday. I called her back on Monday, and she told Lucy to hang up on me. She called me thirteen times last night. Is there a problem?" "Not that I know of." "Could I speak with her?" "She's not here." "Can you please tell her that if she's got something to tell me, I'm available. She can leave a message or write. I'll call her back." There were no calls last night. As I was writing this, the phone mysteriously rang for the first time in four days. Alan was bothering me about something. Don't people fucking know I do not wish to be bothered? He's being repatriated to the retirement home in Les Vans. I'll go see him this afternoon or tomorrow. He sounded sane & alert. I called the ear, nose, & throat doctor yesterday. He told me to call his secretary this morning, so I did. She asked me when I had spoken to him: "Yesterday afternoon." "That's impossible. He was operating yesterday afternoon. What time?" "Let's forget it. Can you please write down in the file a reminder for the doctor to inform me of the results of Rose's next consultation?" "No. I'll have to ask the doctor... The doctor said it's OK." "Did you ask him the exact time of our conversation yesterday afternoon?" "No, but it's up to you to contact us." "I have no way of knowing when the consultation will take place. Shall I call every day?" "It's not our responsibility to contact you." "Just write the fucking reminder as the doctor told you."

From: SAGReiss

Date: 31 August 2010

Subject: The Madness Continues

This morning thirteen new calls with no message. Maybe there's something she wishes to tell me, but can only do so in a pitifully drunken state? At this point she must realize my phone is not ringing. She's not bothering me, if that's her goal. I'm just confused.

Catherine,

Si tu lis ceci, dis-moi quel est le probleme. Je veux bien t'aider, si je puis. Cela ne sert a rien de m'appeller sans cesse. Ca ne sonne pas. Si l'on peut resoudre nos problemes, tant mieux. Rose me manque. Je passe de toute facon vendredi soir la chercher.

A bientot.

Gabriel

From: SAGReiss

Date 30 August 2010

Subject: Esthetics

I'll leave my bewilderment aside, probably forever, for I'm not in the habit of trying to guess why C the G does what she does. I just press charges when it's illegal. I've been having trouble sleeping (& working & doing much of anything), but last night I was reminded that when I first began building these pages (vr in 2002, then The Rose of Ardony in 2007, Black Rose, & Ecclesiastes [in 2009]) I organized them in more or less ascending chronological order, as they would be in paper book format. Around the time I really hit my stride last winter (Klezmer Christmas, Robert Burns, & Rose Dance before finally perfecting the form in Winter Baroque [, Whistling Bolero] & Easter Rose) I gradually switched to descending chronological order, as do some blogs, but by no means all. I guess the difference came about when I was making pages public as I wrote them, so that order seemed to make more sense for people reading in real time, assuming any such readership exists, about which I wonder. Of course our medium allows for any style of reading, regardless of the order. The scroll button works both ways, and the links lead everywhere.

From: SAGReiss

Date: 30 August 2010

Subject: Return of Son of Telephone Madness

Rose is OK, and I have no idea what happened yesterday. I called C the G all morning, finally getting ahold of Lucy at half past twelve. I asked to speak with her mother. She told her mother it was Gabriel. Rose shouted: "Papa!" C the G said: "Hang up." Lucy hung up.

From: SAGReiss

Date: 30 August 2010

Subject: Et Apres...

et apres tu me raccroches au nez. Non, mais je ne comprends vraiment pas.

From: SAGReiss

Date: 30 August 2010

Subject: 19 Appels Telephoniques

Catherine,

Apparemment mon telephone ne sonne plus, car j'etais bien a la maison quand tu as telephone dix-neuf fois hier. Je n'ai eu les appels que ce (lundi) matin, mais tu n'as pas laisse un message.

J'espere que tout va bien, qu'il n'y a pas d'urgence.

J'ai essaye de te telephoner du bureau (0475xxxxxx) ce matin, en te laissant un message, et j'essayerai cet apres-midi de la maison.

A bientot.

Gabriel

From: SAGReiss

Date: 30 August 2010

Subject: Telephone Madness

Fuck. I must have hit the wrong button on the phone, for I think it no longer rings. Yesterday C the G rang me nineteen times between one in the afternoon & midnight. I've just tried to call her back, despite its being half past seven, but there was no answer. I guess something's up. The bitch could have left a message. I hope Rose is OK. I'll call back from work. This is going to be a long life.

From: SAGReiss

Date: 29 August 2010

Subject: Return of Son of Birthday Bash

The Empty Room by SAGReiss

I rose at five to drive Alan's quiet daughter & funny, drunken sister (whose Scottish accent I do not understand) to the station in Montelimar. He has inoperable cancer in both lungs, and it is a question of weeks or months, not years, but at least he's recovered control of his yet powerful mind. Anyway, I asked his brother Dave if he could prepare fallafel & Lebanese meatballs & Oriental pastries for our Birthday Bash. It will give the party a little culinary theme. Rose likes them, and most of our friends are hippyish. I hope Father of Sam will bring his guitar. Maybe we can improvise an orchestrated version of Rose's Song. She can solo on piano, recorder or mouth harp. Kim will not attend, and I don't know about Naia & Clovis, but Clemence, Sam & Sofian should be here. I have bought the children's billiards table, which I think she will like, and teaches geometry & hand-eye coordination. I have always loved the esthetics of pocket pool, the numbers, shapes & colors, the symmetry of solids & stripes. And no fucking batteries. I've also got some nice new animal cutlery & a butterfly nightlight. Her room looks very nice with the wooden schoolgirl's desk & chair [top left] Sara the piano teacher gave us. Strophe is behaving better, except he suffers (or enjoys) a crazy time shortly before dawn each day. I suffer it. His mange is under control, or maybe even disappeared. You know what part of building these pages I hate the most? Creating the links, but they are crucial to understanding the site, as Google brilliantly understood in 1998. They show the architecture of my mind. I happened to meet Archie & his family at the pizza parlour as I took a walk. We talked about Rose, 'puters (His father works for IBM.), and our experience & understanding of taking pictures. (His mother is a wedding photographer, and very hot.) She shares with me a dread of losing data, and saves everything. When I said I actually don't like taking pics & why, she said something that I rephrased as my feeling about writing. If an experience is not somehow represented, then it doesn't really exist. [It lacks an ontological value.] Memory is not enough. Memory is a research tool in the act of creation, without which the memory (& the man) dies.

From: SAGReiss

Date: 24 August 2010

Subject: Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday, Rose my Love,

This year your birthday is as sad as it was in 2007. While the polices & judge did nothing to help us, your mother bears the guilt. She, and she alone, deprived you of a summer spent with your father, grandmother & grandfather, Archie, Marie, Sam, Sofian, & Antistrophe. Your grandparents will be back this fall, and we will celebrate your birthday with your friends in a week's time, my Angel.

I'm so sorry, Sweetheart. I tried, but I couldn't shield you from your mother's cruel & criminal misconduct. One day you will understand, and you can tell the judge with whom you want to live. When you are eighteen, if you wish, we can go to America, and your mother will never part us again. France has shown herself to us to be a Belle Dame Sans Merci.

I weep for you, my Darling.

Your loving father

O What can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
    Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has wither’d from the lake,
    And no birds sing.

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms!
    So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel’s granary is full,
    And the harvest’s done.

I see a lily on thy brow
    With anguish moist and fever dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
    Fast withereth too.

John Keats, La Belle Dame Sans Merci (1819)

From: SAGReiss

Date: 13 August 2010

Subject: Part of His World

Against all odds Strophe & I are trying to remain human (Well, I guess he's trying to remain alpha-feline.) despite the hurdles C the G, the polices & judges have put in our path. Next up the social workers. I do this by trying to create objects of beauty, but I'm not sure how long I can hold out. I have been weeping at work in front of my laptop. Fortunately there's not much real work to be done, and I can work through tears if I need to. I'm trying to work out the stanza structure of our new song, which unfortunately was written for money, and doesn't contain any clustered or poly-rhythms. The many internal rhymes are problematic, but I think I've got it all worked out, except what's now stanza six ("What would I give... ready to stand.") of the first movement, which seems to have only five verses, where it should logically be six. Any help would be appreciated. Scores I've downloaded show the tempo marked "moderately bright", which translates into a 100-120bpm adante to allegro, but I've got the song clocked at about a sixty larghetto. This only matters if I create a slideshow, but who knows what will happen, as half a dozen parents may take pics or videos of the Birthday Bash.

12 August 2010

SAGReiss: This morning I wept when editing the lyrics of this song that Rose loves. Weep with me, my friends.

11 August 2010

SAGReiss: OK, John. I've been experimenting with some more complex rhythms, the two songs on the Jungle Rose page & the jazz/punk movements of We've Got a Bigger Problem Now alias California Ueber Alles on the hidden page. I've been using my metronome. In the case of the Zappa medley, I think 80bpm actually fits the rhythm of the last part (beginning 03:50) of the first song as well, although I can't understand the rhythm of the first part of Jungle Boogie. I reckon I'll make a slideshow of the Birthday Bash. I'll try to find some clustered rhythms or polyrhythms or something to make it more interesting, but it needs to have a birthday theme. Suggestions are welcome.

From: SAGReiss

Date: 8 August 2010

Subject: Anniversaire de Rose

Clemence, Clovis, Kim, Naia, Sam & Sofian,

Que ma douleur demeurre...

Le juge n'a rien fait, meme pas nous accorder le mois d'aout pour remplacer le mois de juillet dont la mere de Rose s'est accapare de facon illegale.

Elle a juste ordonne une enquete sociale [...] et du coup je ne verrai Rose qu'au 3 septembre. Elle aura donc ete prive de son pere pendant 33 jours juin-juillet & 32 jours aout-septembre avec dix jours de bonheur entre les deux. Prochaine audience le 22 novembre. Quelle justice.

En tout cas, j'essaie d'avoir le moral pour au moins feter l'anniversaire de Rose (27 aout) chez nous samedi le 4 septembre de 14 a 18 heures.

Vous etes bien sur invites.

Scott, pere de Rose

From: SAGReiss

Date: 27 August 2007

Subject: Re: Happy Birthday

Maman,

J'ai pas vu papa depuis si longtemps.

Pourquoi?

Rose

From: SAGReiss

Date: 27 August 2007

Subject: Happy Birthday

My angel Rose,

A year ago was the happiest day of my life. When you were born I wrote a poem to celebrate your birth.

15 July to 15 September 2007 will have been the ugliest months of my life. I have wept for you, sung for you, loved you every minute of every hour of every day.

I have written many poems, heartbreaking trips into the depths of my memory and despair. We must wait for a judge to see each other. Justice runs slow.

Paul Robeson, Go Down Moses

I am thinking of you, waiting for you. Your place is set at my table. Your bed is laid. Your toys await the touch of your hands. My lips long to kiss your forehead. My arms break to hold you.

Your loving father

Pecan Pie
                - 14 December 2002

From: SAGReiss

Date: 16 July 2005

Subject: Bon Anniversaire

Chere Catherine,

Voici deux tartes a l'occasion de ton anniversaire, la tarte aux pecans de Georgie (USA) et la tarte au fromage.

Bon appetit.

Je t'embrasse.

Gabriel

Cheese
                Cake - 25 October 2002

SAGReiss