Tag Archives: Age

The 11/15/13 Joy Jar

15 Nov

Moi is a proud OLD FART. According to the Urban Dictionary, an OLD FART is described:

An old guy that is just not right
Peter turned the age of an old fart officially on Nov 22nd but, had been practicing for quite some time.
old fart over the hill aged just not right awesome
by old fart’s son November 21, 2010

Moi got the moniker as a term of derision by an individual who wanted to mock her. Moi embraces the term. In fact, moi has a blog, COMMENTS FROM AN OLD FART: http://drwildaoldfart.wordpress.com/about/
Today’s deposit into the ‘Joy jar’ is turning a negative into a positive and embracing being a happy OLD FART.

It is a rare and difficult attainment to grow old gracefully and happily.
Lydia Maria Francis Child

The excitement of learning separates youth from old age. As long as youre learning, youre not old.
Rosalyn S Yalow

We spend the first half of our lives trying to grow up and the other half trying to figure out how we got so old!
Nishan Panwar

You know you’re old when your regrets overcome your dreams.

Learning is an ornament in prosperity, a refuge in adversity, and a provision in old age.

Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.
Cili Davis

It is not how old you are, but how you are old.

I look forward to growing old and wise and audacious.
Glenda Jackson

The 09/17/13 Joy Jar

17 Sep

New copper is bright and shiny, just like babies. As it ages, copper acquires a patina. American cities on the left coast don’t have the patina of age as many of the cities in Europe do. People who have aged gracefully acquire an elegant patina. Today’s deposit into the ‘Joy Jar’ is an elegant patina.

Fewer and fewer Americans possess objects that have a patina, old furniture, grandparents pots and pans / the used things, warm with generations of human touch, essential to a human landscape. Instead, we have our paper phantoms, transistorized landscapes. A featherweight portable museum.
Susan Sontag (January 16, 1933 – December 28, 2004)

We don’t know exactly how they were built, presumably people who worked on site were asked to just build them. Sometimes, like in the studios, we just accepted the patina of paint that had accrued over time and just left it as a kind of found surface, which distinguishes and differentiates the rooms.
Thomas Payne

“In a global capital like New York, neither people nor buildings have the chance to accumulate the patina of age. Most residents are not born there, neither do they live in the same house for generations, and the physical fabric of the city is constantly changing around them.”
Sharon Zukin, Naked City: The Death and Life of Authentic Urban Places

“Stories are a kind of thing, too. Stories and objects share something, a patina. I thought I had this clear, two years ago before I started, but I am no longer sure how this works. Perhaps a patina is a process of rubbing back so that the essential is revealed, the way that a striated stone tumbled in a river feels irreducible, the way that this netsuke of a fox has become little more than a memory of a nose and a tail. But it also seems additive, in the way that a piece of oak furniture gains over years and years of polishing, and the way the leaves of my medlar shine.”
― Edmund de Waal, The Hare With Amber Eyes: A Family’s Century of Art and Loss

After that I could never pass a dead man without stopping to gaze on his face, stripped by death of that earthly patina which masks the living soul. And I would ask, who were you? Where was your home? Who is mourning for you now?
(Ernst Toller)

“Patina is the value that age puts on an object”
John Yemma, editor of the Christian Science Monitor, in his “open source” column for November 22, 2009, “On Thanksgiving: the memorial that time forgot”