It is November. On a Thursday tucked away at the end of the month we will pause for a day to gather as families — those of us who can tear ourselves away from the orgy of shopping and decorating that the secular aspects of the Yuletide season has become — to ostensibly give thanks for the many blessings that have been bestowed upon us. What was it that President Lincoln said? But as I was meandering through the magnificent streets of Savannah one morning this week, I realized that I would be neglectful, indeed, to spend only the one day in contemplation of the many gifts that the Almighty has bestowed upon me and mine. I made a vow to pause frequently, to give thanks for the simplest of blessings, throughout this month and beyond. I am supposing that I just looked like I wanted both, which I did.
Tate Etc 1 May Edward Hopper belongs to a particular category of artist whose work appears sad although does not make us sad…perhaps as they allow us as viewers en route for witness an echo of our accept griefs and disappointments, and thereby en route for feel less personally persecuted and beleaguered by them. Alain de Botton discusses The pleasures of sadness. Edward Hopper Automat Oil on canvas Edward Hopper belongs to a particular class of artist whose work appears cheerless but does not make us cheerless — the painterly counterpart to Bach or Leonard Cohen. Loneliness is the dominant theme in his art. His figures look as though they are far from home. They stand analysis a letter beside a hotel band or drinking in a bar. They gaze out of the window of a moving train or read a book in a hotel lobby.
Celebrity has it that Kaldi, a abandoned goat herder in ninth-century Ethiopia, discovered the energising and invigorating effects of coffee when he saw his goats getting excited after eating some berries from a tree. Kaldi told the abbot of the local monastery a propos this and the abbot came ahead with the idea of drying after that boiling the berries to make a beverage. He threw the berries addicted to the fire, whence the unmistakable bouquet of what we now know at the same time as coffee drifted through the night aerate. The abbot and his monks bring into being that the beverage kept them alert for hours at a time — just the thing for men affectionate to long hours of prayer. Dress up spread, and so did the angry drink, even as far afield at the same time as the Arabian peninsula. A Yemenite Sufi mystic named Ghothul Akbar Nooruddin Abu al-Hasan al-Shadhili also has a accusation to the discovery of coffee: he is said to have spotted berry-eating birds flying over his village abnormally energetically. On tasting some jettisoned berries he too found himself unusually alarm.