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[12 Jul 2009|05:28pm] |
A message I missed while my computer was out of ops:
Subject: Please forward important announcement to all staff and friends!
Importance: High
Martha and Sigfried announce the arrive of little cygnet number one! Hopefully three more to hatch within the next few days. Toledo Botanical Garden welcomes the newest staff members. We look forward to a magnificent fleet of swans to enrich our lives.
I should tell the story of Martha and Sigfried sometime, and of Martha's long-lost George.
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[09 Jul 2009|01:12pm] |
Goodbye, Doctor Bob. I'll miss your brilliance, your righteous anger, and your agapic love.
More than anybody I'm sure he'd be pissed that the fifteen year old who knocked him off his bike as part of a gang initiation is being tried for homicide as an adult. In his own words, "gangs are just role playing with ritualistic fight... that occasionally goes overboard."
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| Dr. Brundage |
[23 Jun 2009|04:53pm] |
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Any Toledoans reading-- Dr. Bob was assaulted last night while riding his bike home from a Jobs for Justice meeting. A fifteen year old is in custody for the attack. Bob is at St. Vincent's in critical condition-- he has a diffused brain bleed, and these may be his last days. There's going to be a vigil at the Collingwood Arts Center at 6pm tonight. Visitation at the Neuroscience ICU is 10:30-11 am, 1-1:30 pm, 4:45-5:14 pm, and 8:15-8:45 pm.
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[14 Jun 2009|05:34pm] |
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Mike's brother just sent us a picture of himself with John Waters. It's hanging in the kitchen.
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[06 Jun 2009|01:27pm] |
Steve is trying to convince me that the most perfect car ever is the 1987 two-door, hatchback Tercel.
His first car.
And this beauty has everything I'm looking for, aside from looks:
****1987 Toyota Tercel*****
****2 Door Hatchback****
****4 Cyl. 4 Speed Tranny.****
****35 MPG****
****Just 133K***Low Miles***
****These Cars Get 300k and More****
****Runs Great,,,,Needs Nothing****
***Drive Away Today****
****ONLY $1075.00****
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[04 May 2009|03:06pm] |
The other morning--
I was standing at the bathroom mirror
with the radio playing
and sunlight through the window colored
by things budding, and turning green--
and it struck me, while studying the age of my face,
that I am fated to grow old, old,
(another in a family of keen and ancient women)
and that I will probably outlive you
and for that moment I felt life after you,
alone,
and older than everybody
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[24 Apr 2009|05:14pm] |
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Thinking about: commitment ceremonies and shoe goo.
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[24 Apr 2009|01:50pm] |
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I got these shoes at the Salvation Army last year, and now the soles are starting to fall apart and they aren't available to order. Same story with the pair of straight-fit jeans I've been wearing since last May.
Sucker.
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| theory and practice |
[23 Apr 2009|01:43pm] |
http://www.iser.com/index.shtml
"special education, learning disabilities resources"
...while many people have similar enough sensory equipment and neurological wiring, exceptions shouldn't mean exclusion
http://www.permaculture.org/nm/index.php/site/index/
... permanent-culture or permanent-agriculture; practices for living within the bounds of a finite planet
http://www.chicago-botanic.org/downloads/gardenguides/EnablingGuide.pdf
"gardening for people of all abilities"
... a pamphlet from the chicago botanic garden's enabling garden, designed to maximize accessibility for people with different abilities
http://communities.ic.org/
... the journal of intentional communities, in print since '72
http://www.takingchildrenseriously.com/
sort of like bringing consensus decision making to a family level; features unschooling discussion. makes me think of why some of the most egalitarian parents i've known have had backgrounds in special needs work.
http://localfoodsystems.org/blogs/majamian-bjaeger
"appalachian staple foods collaborative"
... the blog! these are the folks amanda and i met at a forest-activism hike who are working to sustainably grow staple foods in southern ohio. they also tipped me off about transition towns.
http://www.rodaleinstitute.org/
... an active, organic farm that has served as a research site and has been drawing connections between food systems and climate change.
"Our whole food system is now just a transportation system. Our community has been disconnected, the country from the town. The country is really the lifeblood of adjoining villages and cities. It is where our food comes from. It is our natural ecosystem and one that we should be strengthening rather than weakening."
-Congresswoman Marcy Kaptur, 9th Congressional District (she also told folks being foreclosed on to squat their homes)
Last night I was talking with Mike about how conscious I was of being female earlier in the day when I was working at the greenhouse that we've been using as a woodshop (there's a long story about the non-profit that owned the land going under & selling off the property to a bank, so until that gets settled we aren't using the space as it was originally intended). The misogyny in certain micro-cultures (e.g. construction sites) is so ingrained that there is no thought put into insulting someone by feminizing them (for instance, a group of three young men were carrying a half-constructed picnic table without clearly communicating with each other and an older volunteer-leader described them as "two chiefs and one Indian", while another corrected him by saying, "Looks more like three squaws to me."), much less undermining the expertise of women participating by taking over their projects and prohibiting access to tools and materials. In my experience, the best way to manage these situations is to be as assertive as possible, but sometimes "possible" is the operative word. Addressing and neutralizing the damages caused by arbitrary authority-- whether it is adults over children or men over women or whatever else culture permisses through unspoken and assumed hierarchies-- is the most consistent challenge I've faced in this job. And I imagine that's going to be part of my work for life.
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| Certainty |
[22 Apr 2009|10:16pm] |
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I am sure about this, and afraid to say so. I am certain about now; the future is always uncertain.
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| the only unambiguous song ive written about fidelity without a trapdoor and escape clause in verse 3 |
[20 Apr 2009|08:48pm] |
life isn't a game, for won or tied, lost by either side
then some people's idea of the straight and narrow didn't appear to me
if you were my life's companion as it seems you may turn out to be
i'm comtemplating how i hope to find you waiting at the very end of this crooked line
love isn't a trial of strength and weakness through light into darkness
then some people remark the worthwhile fire never started without that spark
if you were my life's companion as it seems you may turn out to be
i'm contemplating how i hope to find you waiting at the very end of this crooked line
if you were my life's companion as it seems you may turn out to be i'm contemplating how i hope to find you waiting at the very end of this crooked line
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[08 Mar 2009|11:12pm] |
Again and again, however we know the landscape of love | Rainer Maria Rilke
Again and again, however we know the landscape of love
and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,
and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others
fall: again and again the two of us walk out together
under the ancient trees, lie down again and again
among the flowers, face to face with the sky.
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[04 Mar 2009|12:04pm] |
"The future" is a Western concept, she said.
It is a strange habit-- trying to sum up a life, to abstract it into a compilation of opaque snapshots and frozen dioramas.
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[02 Mar 2009|11:01pm] |
a poem, a memoir
1. he has child's eyes that reveal something of an age unrelated to years, time. open, but more -- naked
2. I remember the way the room felt, and know this: sunlight fell on the carpet, on all of the warm and cradling woodwork, and outside was the yard that used to be an orchard
3. it is always referenced: when there is just a bite of cold in the air after a nearly-warm day and the twilight of dusk is coming on, with one ashy, bone-white star. the original: by myself in the empty, laid-open playground across the street from my bedroom window, that rolled into fields and woods under the western sky where it seemed the other side of the border stretched forever and ever
4. marveled
5. I could never sell a painting until I started work on another
6. IT IS A DOCUMENT OF THE INSIDES OF MY HEAD. the mechanics in action. a game of fascination.
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[30 Jan 2009|03:46pm] |
May Sarton, from Journal of a Solitude:
"My own belief is that one regards oneself, if one is a serious writer, as an instrument for experiencing. Life--all of it--flows through this instrument and is distilled through it into works of art. How one lives as a private person is intimately bound into the work. And at some point, I believe one has to stop holding back for fear of alienating some imaginary reader or real relative or friend, and come out with personal truth. If we are to understand the human condition, and if we are to accept ourselves in all the complexity, self-doubt, extravagance of feeling, guilt, joy, the slow freeing of the self to its full capacity for action and creation, both as human being and artist, we have to know all we can about one another, and we have to be willing to go naked."
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[23 Jan 2009|03:30pm] |
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I'm sorry but, no, racism is not over.
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