November 11 is an appropriate date to commemorate those who served to protect their country. Eleven is the master number called The Inspirer, and is composed of two 1's.  One represents honesty, courage, bravery, leadership, and command.

Last night I watched the PBS show on John and Abigail Adams.  John Adams was one of the Founding Fathers and major architect of the United States Constitution. Adams was the first Vice President under George Washington, and the second President.   His wife, Abigail Adams, and he were a devoted couple.  She was a brilliant woman, mother of several children, and ran their farm when Adams was gone for long periods of time during the early founding of America.

Adams and Thomas Jefferson had a deep relationship, during which they were estranged for years, and then reconciled in 1812. Almost unbelievably, both men died on the same day--July 4th, 1826--the 50th anniversary of Independence Day. Doesn't that just blow your mind?

The show as riveting--please see it if you can.

I wanted to see what the numbers said about these remarkable human beings and their destiny to found a country.

I used the Julian calendar dates (11 days earlier than the later Georgian calendar, which came into use in the 1700's). 

John Adams was born October 19, 1735--the karmic number 19 has the quality of someone who is not always treated well in the public eye--true of this man who called himself "obnoxious." His Destiny is another karmic number 13--the reformer--in this case, a literal revolutionary who fought for the idea that America should split from Britain.

Amazingly, he had the Line of Foundation, a relatively rare occurrence where his most frequent numbers are 1 and 4 (without a 7--so it was hard for him to connect with people.)

His brilliant wife, Abigail (born Smith) has the SAME line of foundation with her married name of Abigail Adams (in this name she also has the 7, completing and strengthening the Line.  She was known for her understanding of diplomatic relations and was a proponent of women's rights--an almost unknown concept at that time.  She was born (in the Julian calendar) on November 22, 1744--three sets of master numbers--11, 22, 44.  Not only does she have the master builder 22 as Day of Birth, but as birth path total 22, as well as a Heart's Desire of 22.  An amazing chart.

Thomas (22)  Jefferson (44) has the almost unheard of master number Destiny of 66/3--suggesting a brilliant speaker and mind destined to bring forth a document to serve the new citizens of the United States-- the Declaration of Independence.

Jefferson's Birth Path is 14/5--a karmic number of independence and need for freedom. His birth date April 13, 1743, shows the karmic 13/4--the reformer and transformer.  He and Adams both have the "mark of the Old Soul" of the zero Challenge in early life--perhaps indicating an almost predestined and spiritual meeting of the minds.  Jefferson had the Line of the General--born to motivate others to a worthy cause with a heavy emphasis on service (Ruling Passion of 6.)  His 6 Ruling Passion makes me smile, too, because 6's love their food and wine and earthly comforts--and remember, I mentioned that book I read on Thomas Jefferson and Wine.

Well, I hope I have not bored you with all these ramblings.  I am very interested now in the early days of the country.  History is coming alive. 

I just lighted my Halloween pumpkin and am waiting for the first trick-or-treaters.

Rainey and I drove down to Stanford University today to see the Richard Diebenkorn exhibit at the Cantor Museum.  What a lovely space!  In the lobby, Deborah Butterfield's cast bronze horse sculpture is astonishing.  It looks exactly as if it were made of pieces of driftwood.

Rainey (Lorraine Sykes) is such a dear friend.  We walk once a week and never tire of talking about books we have read.  She turned  me onto a  WONDERFUL book--a novella--by Alan Bennett, called The Uncommon Reader. 

The story is about how Queen Elizabeth--in a gesture of politeness-- borrows a book from the mobile library that visits Buckingham Palace for the benefit of the staff.  In spite of herself, she gets hooked on the world of reading and the story is about how reading changes her.  It's marvelous, and there are some great book references. 

At one point, the Queen's guards find the book she has hidden in the cushions of her state carriage (she was reading the book on her lap while riding through the crowds and waving automatically.)  The guard explains that they were afraid it was a bomb and that they confiscated it--perhaps even to blow it up. 

"But," says the Queen, "it's Anita Brookner!"  Fans of Brookner (I've read everything she's written and just checked out two from the library to re-read) know that her books have female characters who are deeply introverted and spend most their time ruminating on such things as a past kiss from a lover that happened fifty years ago--in a word, she is the least subversive author Bennett could have chosen! 

Anyway, I have been thinking for the past week that I wanted to share this book on my blog, so now I can move on!

This morning I saw a CNN segment about people who are obsessed with the election.  One man had sent in a self-made video of himself talking about how obsessed he was.  He goes home right after work and turns on his computer.  "My wife is real mad because she says I never listen to her.  There's a lot of things she wants me to do around the house.  A few months ago, a tree fell on the back of our house, and I haven't gotten around to dealing with it yet."  Wow, I love it.  Now, that is obsessed.

I just finished reading, The Architecture of Happiness, by Alain de Botton.  De Botton is one of my top favorite authors--his other great books are How Proust Can Change Your Life, The Consolations of Philosophy, and The Art of Travel.

Here are some inspiring quotes:

Comment From The Observer :  "De Botton wants to encourage his readers, and societies more generally, to pay more attention to the psychological consequences of design in architecture: that architecture should not be treated as an arcane and specialist discipline to be left to professionals, but as something that affects all our lives, our happiness, and our well-being."

On the front flap of the book:

"One of the great but often unmentioned causes of both happiness and misery is the quality of our environment: the kinds of walls, chairs, buildings and streets that surround us.

This book has at its center the large and naive question:  What is a beautiful building?  

De Botton raises the question--What does a building say to us? What does it speak of?

One of his comments (each of his sentences is like an essay of concentrated thought) on page 152 is "What we seek, at the deepest level, is inwardly to resemble, rather than physically to possess, the objects and places that touch us through their beauty."

He posits that we are attracted to and find beautiful those qualities in a building or work of art that we lack in our lives.  Simply put, we love nature the more when we lack enough contact with nature.

I also love the section on page 261

"In medieval Japan, poets and Zen priests directed the Japanese towards aspects of the world to which Westerners have seldom publicly accorded more than negligible or casual attention:  cherry blossoms, deformed pieces of pottery, raked gravel, moss, rain falling on leaves, autumn skies, roof tiles and unvarnished wood.  A word emerged, wahi, of which no Western language, tellingly, has a direct equivalent, which identified beauty with unpretentious, simple, unfinished transient things.  There was wahi to be enjoyed in an evening spent alone in a cottage in the woods, hearing the rain fall.  There was wahi in old ill-matching sets of crockery, in plain buckets, in walls with blemishes, and in rough, weathered stones covered in moss and lichen.  The most wahi colours were grey, black and brown."

I could go on, but I've got to run...I want to see Vicki Cristina Barcelona tonight.  I just wanted to pass along this book, this author.

Saturday, Gunther and Eliza and the boys and I, with some neighbors, went to Point Pinole Beach and participated in the Coastal Clean-up.  We got a few bags of trash and felt good being outside at the beach--sunny--and being able to clean up.  Now, I feel like taking a garbage bag with me whenever I go to the beach!

Yesterday Robert and I went to a neighborhood house party where we made calls for MoveOn.org--for the Obama campaign.  Lots of wrong numbers and answering machines, but I felt good when a few young people said they were willing to go down to the Campaign for Change headquarters in Medford, Oregon next week and help out!   It was nice to meet local people and do something constructive.

Last weekend, Gunther and Eliza nd the boys and I went to Pigeon Point Lighthouse in Pescadero.  There is a hostel there where we stayed, hiked over to view the sea lions, made our own dinner, visited the tide pools, and had a soak in a hot tub overlooking the Pacific.  A nice weekend--and lots of hiking.  Wow, 8 miles altogether--and the boys did very well.   

CLEARING MY MIND 

A cool, overcast morning, and suddenly I'm ready to pull out the weeds I've been looking at in the back yard for weeks.  I began attacking the old, brown, sodden stalks in my tiny papyrus "grove."  Perhaps my zeal was fueled by the thoughts I couldn't express yesterday.

ART 

Yesterday, Robert and I drove over to Ocean Beach in San Francisco.  I wanted to see the 100 wooden Indians by Thom Ross, placed in the sand in front of the ocean. He painted the figures based on a black and white photo of a Wild West show performed in 1902 by Buffalo Bill Cody.  It was neat, but I had forgotten to bring my camera!!

We took a walk on the beach, soaking up the cool fresh air.  Next we drove over to the Asian Art Museum to take in the new Ming Dynasty show and admire all the wonderful objects in the galleries.  My favorite piece was a scroll painting of court ladies.  They were depicted in lovely groups--some playing ball, golf (!), serving refreshments, just like at any backyard party!  Their lovely black hair was decorated with blue ornaments, and the pattern of their heads created the most beautiful flow in the scroll.

THE NEW GREAT GAME: BLOOD AND OIL IN CENTRAL ASIA,
Lutz Kleveman

PEAK OIL PRODUCTION AND ITS GLOBAL CONSEQUENCES. A Very Unpleasant Truth
Co-authors, W.D. Lyle Jr. Ph.D. and  L. Scott Allen, Ph.d 

While we drove, Robert played a program he had recorded from the Internet from an interview from a site he often reads: http://www.Financialsense.com.  The guest was journalist and photographer, Lutz Kleveman.  He has written a new book:  The New Great Game: Blood and Oil in Central Asia.  What he had to say was tremendously eye-opening about geo-politics.

We have to really dig to get this kind of IMPORTANT information that is shaping our present and future.  I found Kleveman (a native German) to be extremely articulate and compelling about the oil situation, and the major players in who gets the pipelines in Central Asia.  Following that, we listened to another program of two engineer/scientists/physicists who understand the fragile state of our oil dependency--rightly, referred to as our addiction to oil. 

For the first time, I really got a clear understanding of what the stakes are with our lack of an energy policy.  The Saudis are not going to increase the flow on the their "spigot."  They really don't have unlimited resources there, and are already planning to conserve for the future. The oil fields in Central Asia are going to be the next battleground for power, and this of course, becomes the core issue in our future national security.  These land-locked areas require a thousand miles of steel, and, as Kleveman pointed out, pipelines are basically indefensible structures.

Most of our current fields were discovered thirty, forty years ago, and no new big reserves have been found, and those in development won't even be ready for perhaps ten years.  Mexico's oil field is rapidly diminishing, and will perhaps be running out in two to three years. The size of deposits and the feasibility of getting oil from off-shore areas--if undertaken--is by no means fully known at this point, and could prove extremely difficult.

Bio-fuel simply can't provide the amount of oil we have come to depend on.  Other sources aren't really ready yet or even easily distributed.  Common-sense points to conservation and public transportation, but no major programs are being proposed at this point. 

How long can we keep turning a blind eye to our most serious national problem, hoping that some miracle will "fix" it, so we can continue our present consumption.

Sorry if I sound like I'm on a bandwagon, but I'm tired of the political platitudes about this great world the candidates are promising.  Do they listen to programs like these to educate themselves?