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23 May 2002

You know how some parents have names picked out for their babies before they're born and then when they come and they try out the name for awhile, it just doesn't fit somehow, so they end up renaming them?

Well, URL was a funny name for a bike. It said what I wanted to say. It seemed to fit the description of the bike function, but, face it, "URL" is a pretty dumb name. And besides, this is a woman's bike and URL is a male name.

I've had a difficult time talking about URL because...well, it just didn't roll trippingly off the tongue. I couldn't find a "personality" in URL. But nothing else seemed quite right.

But as I ride around town, songs come into my head. And today, as I was riding my bike around Davis, through the streets broad and narrow I thought of the old song "Molly Malone," which I've known all my life and which took on new meaning when we were in Dublin and saw the Molly Malone statue.

Molly. Now there's a perfect name. It not only says it all, but it does so in a way that is less "contrived" than "URL." So here's to the death of URL and the rebirth of Molly. I think Molly is definitely something I can bond with, something that says exactly what I mean, and something that is a bit more warm and fuzzy than URL.

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When looking for quotes for a page in this journal recently, I stumbled across a quote by photographer Ruth Bernhard. It was a name from my distant past.

There was a time when I had a close friendship with a gay couple in San Francisco. Early in our friendship, they invited me to a party and at the party I met Ruth, who lived across the street. Not being into photography (other than to take pictures), I had no idea she was so well known. In fact, I didn't realize she was a famous photographer until long after the friendship with the gay couple died when I turned on PBS late at night and found a show on her life and a retrospective of her work (she was about 80 when I met her).  

I might not have recognized her even then, except the photo they were showing ("Creation") was one which was hanging in the stairwell of my friends and I recognized it as "something famous" but couldn't quite place where I'd seen it before.

This very dull story does have a point (believe it or not). I ended up checking Amazon for Bernhard's photographs (I have looked, off and on, in book stores to find such a book and have been unsuccessful for years). Amazon had two of her books, and I bought them both, a retrospective of her life and her art, and a book of nudes.  (Bernhard is famous for her nudes and they are gorgeous.  Ansel Adams has described her as "the greatest photographer of the nude.")  In one of the books there was a photo which inspired this story.

When I was in San Francisco last weekend, we went to Fort Point and climbed to the top of the 3-story fort to stand under the Golden Gate bridge. It was a freezing cold day and the wind was blowing a gale. To prove my point, here's the photo I took of Tricia and Mary:

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I know both Tricia and Mary will appreciate this picture, taken by Bernhard, in just the same place where we stood on Saturday.

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Quote of the Day

Light is my inspiration, my paint and brush. It is as vital as the model herself. Profoundly significant, it caresses the essential superlative curves and lines. Light I acknowledge as the energy upon which all life on this planet depends.

-Ruth Bernhard

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