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    These photographs are just a few I have taken over the last ten years at The Albany Bulb, also known as the Landfill, the Waterfront and just The Bulb. It is a place I feel passionate about. That much is obvious. There are many of us who believe that this piece of the much hyped Eastshore State Park should have been left untouched and unmanaged - because it is a unique example of what happens when a place naturally and organically self regulates. But the dogma of 'preservation' and 'conservation areas' 'resource protection', 'habitats' and 'liability' overrules all individual identity. They cannot leave anything untouched, un-designed. It is as if if they (the park planners) didn't make it, it has no value. Rules, guidelines, regulations, interpretive signage, fences, safety, sanctioned art - it leaves nothing to the imagination. That is what the landfill meant to us - a place of unlimited imagination.
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July 23, 2008



well happy birthday jill! this was such a beautifully written post, i can only hope it's part of a larger piece, a memoir or a novel, because i will definitely want to read every page of it.

i found my way to your blog by way of mine. basically, romy mentioned you and susie on my blog today and so i wanted to link to you, etc, and here i am. glad to have found you!

and i hope you have a wonderful birthday today...


p.s. i love this picture of you. love it.

Deb in Minnesota

Happy Birthday, Jill! Sending you good energy and a big smile across the miles.


Happy birthday, Sis, and congratulations on a great piece. If it's any comfort to you, I don't even remember the incident you agonize about (when Mum threw me out of the car). Of course, not being able to remember traumatic incidents is a bad sign in itself. Proves I'm really fucked up.

As for the "small groups of armed vigilantes" in Malaya at the time we were there, they weren't "struggling for independence". They were Communist guerillas struggling to replace the benevolent imperialism of British rule (as represented by our Dad who was sent out by the Colonial Office to found a school of architecture so that the young country would not be dependent on foreign expertise) with a particularly nasty type of despotism. When we arrived in the summer of 1956, the Communists were still strong enough to take pot shots at the train from Singapore to Kuala Lumpur, and the countryside around Kuala Lumpur was still designated a "black area", where you weren't supposed to go without military protection. But the British had them well and truly whipped by August 1957, when the country was stable enough to be handed over to the Malayans. I think that the US could have learned a lot from the way the British handled that ten-year-long insurgency for their struggle against Al Qaida and other dangerous crazies in Iraq, and indeed I think General Petraeus may have studied British tactics, which included "clear and protect" and the coopting of village chiefs for the fight against the Communists, who were totally vicious in their attacks on farmers and traders.

But that's neither here nor there. The point is, it's your birthday, and I'm thinking of you. So is Maria, and so are Jenny and Oliver. That is a beautiful photo of you. Was it taken in Minehead?

I'll try to call, but as you know, Barack "vero possumus" Obama is here in Berlin today and the city is going bonkers. The saviour will be speaking to the masses from the Siegessäule, which you know, and I'll be in a good position to watch him, as I've been invited by Al Jazeera TV to help them cover the event (I kid you not). Apparently, Obama wants to ask the Germans to do more in Afghanistan. Fat chance.

Maria and I will drink a bottle of Spanish rosé wine to you later. Looking forward to your visit in autumn. Take care.


Happy Birthday Jill!

I have so many things I want to say to you but lack the command of words which you possess.

I am highly suspicious of Abraham Maslow's hierarchy of needs and his theory of Self Actualization. Don't get me wrong, it sounds like a wonderful place to be. Kinda like being inside Disneyland an hour before the park opens but how many of us ever actually get there?

I relate to your desire to have all the planets align. I can't do much to help with the dogs but I can tell you that you are loved for who you are over here in Boise. Unfortunately, I can't demonstrate this over a cup of tea and conversation. So I will hope that you will find some consolation in my intentions.

Last but not least Jill, you are a very beautiful woman but DAMN you were the most adorable little kid I have ever seen.

Happy Birthday


Wow, I'm pretty moved by these comments, and of course my big bro Alan, who is too smart for his own good :-) is right to correct my bad history. But then, I probably only spent 50% of my schooldays in school....
As to the rest, thank you to everyone and all the private e mails I've had. Beautiful.
About getting into Disneyland an hour early - that happened to me once - not Disneyland - but the unbelievable and astonishing Matisse exhibit at New York MOMA. It was the day the show opened and I was there with my Dad and Susie. Hundreds of people were lined up, the queue stretching blocks. It was going to be chaos. But we were with a benefactor. A board member at MOMA, and were ushered past the great unwashed through the members door for a private view, with just a few others. There is no doubt it is a wonderful thing to be very powerful and or rich. I wouldn't want it full time though. Just for Matisse.


Happy Birthday, Jill. I hope you find lots of moments in which you're touched by people who remember you on this day.
You're important to a lot of people, Jill, and I'm so glad to know you.
xo, Molly


Many pleasant returns of the day and beyond.



Loved Jill
Love your entry, Alan just called me to tell me to read it and: he says he can´t remember this moment while HE tells me he left ME once, on a bike, alone, cause he was mad at me- and he still feels sorry and I CAN´T we´re all fucked up and take our history into our future....but most important: we love each other, we care- that´s all that matters I think!!
All my love- always-
your niece Jen

Deborah, The Great AND Powerful

Happy Birthday Jill.

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