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Photo: Al Hastings

Edward B. Bigelow

Photographer, writer, musician, designer, tech historian, philosopher, husband, stepfather, grandfather, gourmand, caring citizen, genius computer guru, and friend

Kathryn Wilder’s obituary in the San Francisco Chronicle of Sunday, 22 August 2010

Edward Burr Bigelow — of Ha`iku, Maui and Palo Alto, California — died on August 11 at his California home. Bigelow was born in Chicago on May 21, 1937, and moved to the Bay Area with his family in the 1940s. A graduate of Indiana’s Purdue University, he traveled widely and served as an apprentice photographer in Munich before developing a successful career as a freelance photographer in the Bay Area, where he worked for Sunset Books and numerous Silicon Valley companies. Bigelow’s interest in energy conservation led to his appointment as Deputy Director of Pennsylvania’s Energy Council in the 1980s. In later years Bigelow became a professional computer consultant, and computer guru for family and friends …

Read this obituary in its entirety at sfgate.com

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Kapukaulua (Pa`ia, Maui) © 2007 by Edward Bigelow

Click image to experience Ed Bigelow’s 360-degree digital photography

EBigFoto.com

Sign the Guestbook at Legacy.com

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© Riverside Records Abbey and Max Roach, 1962

“I started out being a sexy young thing in a Marilyn Monroe dress,” she told The New York Times in 2000, “and Max Roach freed me from that.”

Courtesy The New Black Magazine

When I’m called home
I will bring a book
That tells of strange and funny turns
And of the heart it took
To keep on living in a world that never was my own
A world of haunted memories of other worlds unknown

—Abbey Lincoln’s lyric to “When I’m Called Home”

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Abbey Sings Abbey

NPR’s Jazz Profiles: Abbey Lincoln

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The New York Times obituary by Nate Chinen
(14 August 2010)

The Abbey Lincoln web page at Verve

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Watch Consumer Watchdog’s ice cream animation on the Google approach to “tracking your every move”

Google is about to cut a deal with Verizon that would end the Internet as we know it.

Google and Verizon Near Deal on Web Pay Tiers

By EDWARD WYATT
Published: August 4, 2010
The New York Times

WASHINGTON — Google and Verizon, two leading players in Internet service and content, are nearing an agreement that could allow Verizon to speed some online content to Internet users more quickly if the content’s creators are willing to pay for the privilege ….

Read the New York Times story in its entirety

AlYoung.org urges you to

© Theresa D’Onofrio

Save the Internet

savetheinternet.com

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Community of Writers Workshops at Squaw Valley

August 7-14, 2010

Our 41st year

History

Public readings & events

Workshop dates

Books

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Photos: Al Young

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Bandoneón Player © Oscar Casas

“When the band strikes up a tango, people with Parkinson’s disease may want to head for the dance floor.”
– Eric Nagourney,
The New York Times, February 12, 2008

The tango and the blues shared more than funk
and disrespect; their pulse and heart moan softly
in the here-and-now, and swell with touch and
what touch needs to mean. Whether hand in hand
or slyly mouth to mouth, we move, we live again.
The steps we share still every deathly fear.

Our limbs know what it means that you can lean
into my outer step, the blood-orange of our dancing
duds a sultry tip-off. Darling, when Africa calls,
delayed responses sway. And yet the habanera
and candombe egg us on, egg static forces forward.

Big forms of blues feel endless sometimes, vast,
swirling deep up from the bloodstream, blending
sunrise with the closest Moon to Earth in years.
And when you move your face to mine, dark sky
our background, I know nothing will dissolve
that is not form. Long live local movements.

– Al Young
© 2010 by Al Young

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