Newt Love: Questions and Answers
A: Yes, and that might explain a lot. The Reverend Charles Lutwidge Dodgson (1832 - 1898), better known by the pen name Lewis Carroll, was an English author, mathematician, logician, Anglican clergyman, and photographer. I am an American author, a mathematician, was a logic tutor in college, and am very spiritual, with a few years study at Abilene Christian University and I dabble in photography.
A: Yes. For my first novel, I used my father;s name,
but since he;s Newton Sr. and I'm his Jr.
it;s a little hard to tell.
At a family reunion, I learned that Dad was named for his geat-uncle Newton Jasper Love, but only the letter J of Jasper made it onto his birth certificate. So, to honor them both, dad's grandfather Franklin Jasper Love, I will now write under my dad;s and my gr-gr-grand-uncle;s name, Newton Jasper Love.
I also use Henny Youngman;s birthday. I hope to use Pierce Brosnan;s looks and Ben Stein;s money.
A: I don;t know. You tell me.
Portrait of Napoleon III, hanging in Musée d;Orsay, Paris.
I;m the one on the left. People who think they;re Napolean wind up in padded rooms at "sanitary hotels." After seeing the painting, I grew a beard to hide my true identity.
...Louis Napoleon, the bungling, sexually athletic ruler of France;s Second Empire... When Parisian workers took to the barricades in 1848, this rakehell was busy gambling and enjoying his English mistress, the courtesan Harriet Howard. A few months later he would be elected president. Proclaiming himself Emperor Napoleon III, he took countless lovers and led his country into one senseless war after another...(From the Publishers' Weekly review) Visit Amazon.com for a good book on Napoleon III
My dad was raised in a mixed culture of white and indian Colorado, south of
the Southern Ute Rez. Dad did wonderful beadwork. This is my little attempt
at digital beadwork. I used a bitmap to paint each pixel, like a tiny bead,
to get the image.
The Eagle Feather is a holy symbol, used to denote bravery and deeds accomplished. My feather is a simple spirit-tied one, meaning a brave deed of a young man. (I was young when I drew the original). The oval object that the feather is stuck into serves metaphorically as an inkwell for my plume pen feather. It is called a spirit shield. Each man must choose the symbols that will guide him as he makes war, hunts, and lives. These are my symbols. They mean a lot to me, but their meanings are meant to be kept close, and not told to everyone.
The Lakhota are part of the "Sioux" tribes, only we do not call ourselves by that name. The Dakhota, the Nakhota, and the Lakhota are an ancient people who have been greatly abused by misunderstandings with the white people. When we were open, the whites of that time leaped to many wrong and hurtful conclusions, and extracted a painful toll from us. We decided to shut up.
We are a private people. Our culture and ways are sacred to us. We don;t talk about our sex lives in public, and we treat our culture and religion as equal in privacy.
You are welcome to use a search engine to find what you can about us. I cannot tell more than what I wrote in my novel. The Elders and our Council Fires have said to keep our mouths shut. I honor their leadership.
Two quick thoughts:
Christians that call us devil worshippers for our pow-wow dances forget their own old testament, (2nd Samuel 6:16 - 23) when King David returned to his camp and vigorously danced naked in the dance circle in front of God and the Jews in camp.
We are all relations of the same GrandFather. Archaeologists have dated religious artifacts and places on (sacred) Mahto Paha in the Black Hills to as far back as 18,000 years. The Jewish father Abraham killed the ram instead of Issaac only 4,250 years ago. The Christian Prophet Jesus was born around 2,000 years ago. The Islamic Prophet Mohammed was only 1,300 years ago.
I present here a few thoughts that have received praise from fellow nDns on the various nDn discussion groups I participate in. They are not words from the elders. They are just my words as I spoke for just myself, reprinted here to help promote understanding.
A: I;ve made up a few sayings and toasts, which I hope will become widely used.
Nick Schaevers has said some good lines...
A: Painted in 1875 by Gustave Caillebotte,
Les Raboteurs de Parquet
(The Floor-Scrapers) is, a metaphor of my life.
I fell in love with it when I first saw it in musée d;Orsay, Paris.
The room is probably the top apartment of the building where Caillebotte lived, but it doesn;t matter; it could be a practice room for a ballet, or a gallery room. The workers work hard, sweating as they scrape the floor. As indicated by the wine bottle on the right, they drink together, and as shown by the two on the right, discuss things while they work. Only if they mess up, will their work be noticed. If they do a good job, the best they can hope for is anonymity, while others, who use their work product, will go and hear the applause. 1875 was at the beginning of the Impressionist era, but Caillebotte was reaching for 21st-century photo-realism. Standing in front of the original painting, carpenters recognize the specie of oak the flooring is made from. For most of my life, I have been an engineer, and like Caillebotte, have tried to press the technical frontiers of my profession. The scene described above is an engineer;s life. Like plumbers and painters at the opera house, our work goes without mention. We may have invented and built stealth aircraft, or an awesome gadget everyone uses, but nobody knows who we are. Folks like Ben Rich and Bill Gates take the bows while hearing the applause. It;s a good life, and I have no regrets, but I also have no illusions about the work.
A: This has to be the most asked question in America.
I don't recommend the fries. I recommend the roasted vegetable medley.
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