Author Archives: Alan Ilagan

An Ornamental Recap

I love an ornamental cabbage – the colors, the architecture, the design – all of it thrills the visual sense. The way they nestle a rainfall, turning it from something annoying into something amazing is one of the greatest lessons of nature. Here, they provide a moment of pause before I muster the energy to recap our holiday weekend in Ogunquit – but first, the weekly recap begins here, a bit later than usual in the day.

A happy song reprieve.

Backlit, brilliant and beautiful.

Blue mid-day moment.

Welcome to a new black parade.

The real color of fall.

A new urinal cake is always cause for celebration

A faithful return.

Raw and tender dogging it.

National Coming Out Day – a thing since 1988.

‘Tis autumn.

A fall bacchanal.

Basket case.

Olfactory excess.

The Fade-to-Black Fall Playlist.

Way back in the 1990’s

Autumnal Ogunquit memories.

Wisdom in the sweetgrass.

Dazzlers of the Day included Joe Keery, Joe Locke, and Cheryl Dunye.

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Wisdom in the Sweetgrass

“In the Western tradition there is a recognized hierarchy of beings, with, of course, the human being on top—the pinnacle of evolution, the darling of Creation—and the plants at the bottom. But in Native ways of knowing, human people are often referred to as “the younger brothers of Creation.” We say that humans have the least experience with how to live and thus the most to learn—we must look to our teachers among the other species for guidance. Their wisdom is apparent in the way that they live. They teach us by example. They’ve been on the earth far longer than we have been, and have had time to figure things out.”

“Children, language, lands: almost everything was stripped away, stolen when you weren’t looking because you were trying to stay alive. In the face of such loss, one thing our people could not surrender was the meaning of land. In the settler mind, land was property, real estate, capital, or natural resources. But to our people, it was everything: identity, the connection to our ancestors, the home of our nonhuman kinfolk, our pharmacy, our library, the source of all that sustained us. Our lands were where our responsibility to the world was enacted, sacred ground. It belonged to itself; it was a gift, not a commodity, so it could never be bought or sold. These are the meanings people took with them when they were forced from their ancient homelands to new places.”

Robin Wall Kimmerer, ‘Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge and the Teachings of Plants’

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Autumn Ogunquit Memories

We are scheduled to be wrapping up our fall pilgrimage to Ogunquit tomorrow, and before I work up the energy to recap that, here’s a linky look back at previous Ogunquit trips in the fall. While I love the promise and hope inherent in a spring visit, our fall visits are cozy, quiet, and beautiful vacations – always worth a look-back.

Our First Trip to Ogunquit Without Dad

Autumn in Ogunquit – Part 1

Autumn in Ogunquit – Part 2

Autumn In Ogunquit – Part 3

A Brief Ogunquit Revisit

Harvest Moon Over Maine

Fall Bye OGT

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Way Back in the 90’s…

It was the 90’s, and we took photos like we were in ‘Interview’ magazine. In the attic of my childhood home, we survived the stultifyingly boring summer with photo shoots and lazy lounging while music played and someone made the two-flight trip down for more chips. We lived vicariously through videotapes, and magazines, and CDs – all relatively obsolete these days – and it was enough. We yearned and hoped and made ourselves into something better than we were before – with the sort of work and imagination that once was required. We tried harder then, back before such entertainments and passings of time came at the tap of a finger on a phone. 

People could sit still then, and simply be. We talked. We engaged. We read and laughed and made the moment mean something. We didn’t shut down by shutting out the world outside of our ridiculous phone screen. Now I’m sounding old, when I enjoy the phone as much as the next person. Maybe I just miss those 90’s days, when life seemed simpler, the way it always does in our younger years. 

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Olfactory Excess

A quick look at two of my fragrance shelves (just the two – there is a third, which is actually the top tier) reminds me of the excess and gluttony of my one true addiction – and it’s ok because we all deserve at least one indulgence in life. (Some of us deserve many.) While I’ve been eyeing the latest Tom Ford Private Blend ‘Black Lacquer’, I’m a little more intrigued by his limited edition offering of ‘Amber Intrigue’ – which is, I believe, only available at Harrod’s in London right now. They always get the best things. Until I can get my paws on a sample, this perusal through the collection will have to do – and it makes me happy to rekindle all the memories that each of these scents provides. 

The main purpose of any fragrance is, for me, in making a memory. 

And I happen to enjoy making lots of memories. 

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Basket Case

Fall and all its requisite splendors are in effect as these gourds spill out from baskets at the local nursery. I’ve always appreciated a good ornamental gourd or ninety, and here they all are in abundance and beauty. When the flowers have faded, it becomes about the gourds.

They set a cozy scene, and hint at holiday dinners to come. 

Yes, I went ahead and said the ‘H’ word.

Holiday! Celebration! Come together in every nation!

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A Fall Bacchanal

One of my favorite pieces of music is the Bacchanal from the opera ‘Samson and Delilah’. I’m not sure why it became a favorite, because it brings back bad memories of all the stress and worry and competitive ickiness of my time in the Empire State Youth Orchestra. That it contains one of the more celebrated oboe solos is one reason for how stressful those passages once felt, and I remember the first time we read through it – I think I had the solo and totally massacred it. 

The orchestra raced ahead before I even knew where we were in the score, and I was left behind, eventually taking the second seat after tryouts. In truth, I probably had no business even being in the actual Empire State Youth Orchestra – and as much as I learned there, as much as the experience hardened and honed me, I wonder if it was worth the social anxiety and stress at that time in my life. It still haunts me, and I question whether that was the best thing to do to myself as a kid (not that I was given a choice in those early days) – and did it really prove the tipping point at getting me into all of the colleges to which I applied? I doubt I’ll ever know – and there’s no point in dwelling here. Instead, let’s revel in the music at hand, and allow it to fuel this fall’s reckoning… 

If you stick it out and wait until about the 7:00 mark, you’ll hear when things really begin to soar – and it is here where I take all the trauma of the past and turn it into something else – anger, rage, triumph, revenge – and a power I’m still discovering buried within. Spreading the wings of a silky caftan, with a rope of pearls to harness the universe’s available energy, it feels like a moment ripe for flight.

The music is a seduction and a celebration in one, entrancing with its sensuous oboe solo, and then setting the scene for the destruction of a temple. Sexual symbolism and blatant hedonism brilliantly collide in a meeting of the minds and bodies of opposing forces. Prepare the way for aural ecstasy and orgasmic, orgiastic might. 

Who knew that opera could be so gorgeously filthy? It’s a perfect treat for the fall season. 

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Dazzler of the Day: Cheryl Dunye

Director, writer, producer, editor, actress and founder of Jingletown Films, Cheryl Dunye earns this Dazzler of the Day crowning thanks to all of those monumental multi-hyphenate accomplishments, including her films ‘The Watermelon Woman’, ‘Stranger Inside’, and ‘Black is Blue’. She’s directed an extensive amount of television work, including episodes for ‘Lovecraft Country’, ‘Bridgerton’, ‘Delilah’, ‘The Equalizer’ and ‘Dead Boy Detectives’.

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Happy National Coming Out Day

I first came out publicly in July 1997, when I wrote a letter to the editor of my hometown newspaper (I guess I didn’t want to repeat the same conversation with everyone in my hometown). I have to say ‘first’ because coming out is a process a gay person will be doing for the rest of their lives – a burden and a blessing that straight people may never understand. Gay is not the assumed default that straight is, and while coming out may simply be a casual offhand reference to my husband, it’s still very much a thing. Here’s a look back at various National Coming Out posts – some are more profound than others, so peruse at your own risk of banality:

National Coming Out Day

National Coming Out Day

A Man in Glasses and Contemplation

 

 

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Raw & Tender Dogging It

A small collection of pictures to celebrate the bounty and beauty of the dogwood fruit show this year. 

That’s all, and that’s enough. 

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Double Dazzler of the Day: Joe Locke

We love a double dazzler, and with this crowning Joe Locke earns his second Dazzler of the Day honor. Thanks to the new season of ‘Heartstopper’ and his turn in ‘Agatha All Along’, Locke is on a bit of a roll. Couple that with a fun sense of fashion for the red carpet, and you have someone doubly worthy of this honor. (See his first turn as Dazzler of the Day here.)

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A Faithful Return

This little coreopsis, bless its heart, has made its annual surprise appearance – though after three or four years it shouldn’t be such a surprise. I think I’m still amazed that it perseveres after no real coddling or care – and sometimes outright abuse (the groundhog or rabbits usually sheer it down to the ground at least once a season). 

This year I managed to capture two blooms as they were just opening up. It’s always such a joy to see something come into bloom at this time of the year, even if our pool days for the season are officially over. I will mark it this fall so I know where to watch for it come spring. 

And then, if I remember to be so kind, I will pamper it with some manure and mulch, keeping it well-watered, in the hope of bringing it back to more robust form. Such faithfulness and continued commitment, even in the face of neglect, deserves a reward.

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#TinyThreads: An Insignificant Series

When a new urinal cake in the office bathroom is once again the highlight of the day, things have gone astoundingly awry.

#TinyThreads

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