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In times of old, The Furies protected Mother Right. If a mother (or any woman) was harmed, The Furies swooped down and took their vengeance. They were one of the last vestiges of a world that existed before the patriarchy. When we feel righteous anger, it is The Furies who are calling out to us to make what is wrong right again.
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Fat Lady is Singing
More later, gators. 0 comments
Monday, May 29, 2006
Let It Be
Sunday, May 28, 2006
My Kind
Regular readers of FS know my feelings about kindness: It is a great gift. (Far different from being "nice," by the way.) I found the above quote today on Miss Patty's blog. I was surprised Henry James wrote it. I've read nearly every novel he ever wrote. (What can I say? I was getting my Master's in American lit; it was necessary.) He didn't strike me as someone who would care about kindness. Shows you what I know.
(I am recuperating, thank you. I'm sneaking in this post. Shhhh! Don't tell anyone. Especially Mario.) 3 comments
Friday, May 26, 2006
Treading Water
It's been raining and is supposed to continue raining. My intention is to relax with a pile of books. Here's what's in the pile:
The World We Used to Live In: Remembering the Powers of the Medicine Men by Vine Deloria, jr.
"Absence and Longing," the summer 2006 issue of Parabola
The Life and Times of Mexico by Earl Shorris
Widdershins by Charles de Lint
The Oracle: the Lost Secrets and Hidden Message of Ancient Delphi by William J. Broad
The Great Deluge: Hurricane Katrina, New Orleans, and the Mississippi Gulf Coast by Douglas Brinkley
Mayflower: a Story of Courage, Community, and War by Nathaniel Philbrick
So you may or may not hear from me for a bit. Have a great weekend, etc.
P.S. I'm watching Monk. It's about going to the dentist. Funny. 0 comments
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Blueberry Bliss
Mario got up at 8:00, and he's been feeding me ever since. He's made and served me aduki bean soup, mushroom veggie soup, organic chicken soup, carrot/kale/chard/spinach juice, organic turkey sandwiches, garlic toast, blueberry cake. The soups and juice are great because I can just drink them. The other stuff I have to chew very carefully on one side of my mouth. I did make myself banana blueberry ice cream. (Frozen blueberries and bananas Cuisinarted.) Was able to get my butt off the couch for THAT.
I think it is all getting better, knock wood. Last night the drugs didn't help at all. This morning they helped a bit. Tonight they helped a lot. That must mean improvement, right?
Okay. Back to being the zombie television watcher. 3 comments
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Ads in Theaters
OK. That's what I'm getting worked up about. Now it just throbs. My tooth. Teeth. Face. Jaw. (I'm thinking of doing some major narcotics. Legal, of course.) Why does a totally different tooth hurt on my upper jaw when it was my lower jaw and back molar where the root canal happened?
Gilmore Girls are on. Ain't got time for fury. 4 comments
Babbling Banality
Family Stone: So gross. Disgusting. Should be a rule in movies. Same rule as in real life: Brothers do not sleep with brother's girlfriend; sisters do not sleep with sister's boyfriend. BLECK! And throwing in a terminal illness does not save a movie where the former happens. It just makes it ICKIER.
Something New: Liked it. Gorgeous black woman reluctantly dating gorgeous white man. A gorgeous gardener. Hunk of burnin' love. Simon Baker is nice to look at. Even sweaty. Plus he can say things like, "I take hard earth and make things bloom," with a straight face and make it sound sweet. It was directed, produced, and written by women. (I didn't know this before I watched it, by the way.) Maybe that's why the man was romantic in a realistic and sweet way. I mean he painted her toenails. In red. He built her a garden. And he went to a cotillion (or some kind of silly dance) in a mariachi suit. He liked her better without her weave.
Tonight I've watched Six Feet Under, Friends, King of Queens, and I'm looking forward to the Gilmore Girls and the Sopranos. Hey, ain't got time to change the world when I'm trying to kill the pain with TV.
May You Zone Out in Beauty!
P.S. Mario just told me that we're both mentioned in the book he's reading. What a kick! 3 comments
Another Hurdle
Right afterward, I ran over to my surgeon's office, which was a couple of blocks away. She sucked things out of my sinuses and remarked that my body makes a lot of mucus. Aren't you glad to know that?
Now I'm home on my couch watching TV. Yes, Mario turned the TV service on again for me. The dentist said my tooth would continue to hurt for a few days, so I'm going to rest and watch movies.
Hope you're all well.
May You Hold Hands in Beauty!
So that's all that's going on here. Nothing profound. I got through it. I guess that's what we do, eh? 0 comments
Monday, May 22, 2006
We Can Fix It
It Bites, Man
Here's to being free of pain.
Ta! 2 comments
Saturday, May 20, 2006
Update
May You Rest in Beauty! 3 comments
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
August in May
On Sunday morning we walked the falls. We went early enough that we were almost the only ones there. We counted 68 deer's head orchids, down from 230. Today we walked up the Mountain. I took an offering of salmon to thank the Being of the Mountain. I couldn't walk all the way up. It got too hot too early and I got dizzy. Can't walk up a mountain when you've got vertigo. We saw a frog. And two deer's head orchids, down from 160, I believe.
I've been in a panic over my book. They printed 25,000 copies. How are twenty-five thousand people going to find Mercy, Unbound? Her story deserves 25,000 readers plus, but what if it falls into the abyss like Coyote Cowgirl did? Then my career will be over. I'll never get another book published. My family will starve. Blah, blah, blah, screaming panicked blah! I told you I hate this part of it. At this stage it's all up to my publisher and the buying public. One of my close friends called and asked what she could do to help because she really liked the book. I said, "You don't know enough people. I don't know enough people. If you like the book, tell people about it. Make sure your library has it, your local bookstore. Otherwise, it's a crap shoot." With my other books I sent out postcards and bookmarks. I called the local press, etc. I haven't done any of that with this book for the simple reason that it did no good before and I spent thousands of dollars (making the postcards and bookmarks, etc.) that could have been put to better use.
Breathe deeply. As Myla Alvarez says in Church of the Old Mermaids, "Things don’t always turn out all right, but they always turn out.”
Well, Linda just called. She's in excrutiating pain. Kind of puts things in perspective, eh? I'll go out there and make her some dinner. Maybe put my hands on her. It seems to help. When I was at the farm on Mom's Day I did some powwowing on her (or putting my hands on her as they say). She's always liked it. She felt better for a few hours. I said to Mario, "I don't see how that does her any good if it only lasts a few hours. I feel like a failure." He said, "When someone takes an aspirin it only lasts for a few hours, but those are painfree hours and that's worth something." That made me look at it in a different way. I have found—although I still fight this—that healing is often not what we think it will be. But then life is kind of like that too.
May You Touch in Beauty! 5 comments
Monday, May 15, 2006
"Nice try though..."
ABC News learned from a federal source (in person) that their phone calls are being monitored. I am so outraged by this I can hardly contain myself. Will this be enough to piss off the American people?
Well, apparently now 2/3rds of Americans are against the phone spy program. (So did I read it wrong before or have the American people changed their minds?)
By the way, we were offered two free tickets to the Oregon Symhony tonight—at the same time as the Emperor's speech. I weighed our options for a microsecond and decided to go with Mozart. 0 comments
Resolve to Impeach
Resolution on Impeachment
WHEREAS, Jefferson's Manual section LIII, 603, states that impeachment may be set in motion by charges transmitted from the legislature of a State; and
WHEREAS, George W. Bush has intentionally misled the Congress and the public regarding the threat from Iraq in order to justify a war against Iraq, in violation of Title 18 United States Code, Section 1001 and intentionally conspired with others to defraud the United States in connection with the war against Iraq in violation of Title 18 United States Code, Section 371; and
WHEREAS, George W. Bush has admitted to ordering the National Security Agency to conduct electronic surveillance of American civilians without seeking warrants from the Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Court of Review, duly constituted by Congress in 1978, in violation of Title 50 United States Code, Section 1805; and
WHEREAS, George W. Bush has conspired to commit the torture of prisoners in violation of the UN Torture Convention and the Geneva Convention, which under Article VI of the Constitution are part of the "supreme Law of the Land"; and
WHEREAS, George W. Bush has acted to strip Americans of their constitutional rights by ordering indefinite detention of citizens, without access to legal counsel, without charge and without opportunity to appear before a civil judicial officer to challenge the detention, based solely on the discretionary designation by the President of a U.S. citizen as an "enemy combatant", all in subversion of law; and
WHEREAS, In all of this George W. Bush has acted in a manner contrary to his trust as President, subversive of constitutional government to the great prejudice of the cause of law and justice, and to the manifest injury of the people of the State of Washington and of the United States.
Be it resolved that George w. Bush and Richard Cheney, by such conduct, warrant impeachment and trial, and removal from office and disqualification to hold and enjoy any office of honor, trust or profit under the United States;
Be it resolved further that the County Democratic Central Committee requests that the State Legislature submit these charges to the U.S. House of Representatives under Jefferson's Manual section LIII, 603 as grounds for impeachment.
Adopted unanimously by the Co. Democratic Central Committee, April 17, 2006.
May You Impeach in Beauty!
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Sunday, May 14, 2006
Takes Some Ovaries
Priceless. 0 comments
If We Only Had the Brains...
Arise!
Arise then...women of this day!
Arise, all women who have hearts!
Whether your baptism be of water or of tears!
Say firmly:
"We will not have questions answered by irrelevant agencies,
Our husbands will not come to us, reeking with carnage,
For caresses and applause.
Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn
All that we have been able to teach them of charity, mercy and patience.
We, the women of one country,
Will be too tender of those of another country
To allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs."
From the voice of a devastated Earth a voice goes up with
Our own. It says: "Disarm! Disarm!
The sword of murder is not the balance of justice."
Blood does not wipe our dishonor,
Nor violence indicate possession.
As men have often forsaken the plough and the anvil
At the summons of war,
Let women now leave all that may be left of home
For a great and earnest day of counsel.
Let them meet first, as women, to bewail and commemorate the dead.
Let them solemnly take counsel with each other as to the means
Whereby the great human family can live in peace...
Each bearing after his own time the sacred impress, not of Caesar,
But of God -
In the name of womanhood and humanity, I earnestly ask
That a general congress of women without limit of nationality,
May be appointed and held at someplace deemed most convenient
And the earliest period consistent with its objects,
To promote the alliance of the different nationalities,
The amicable settlement of international questions,
The great and general interests of peace.
Thank you, Julia Ward Howe!
May We All Dance the Dance of Peace in Beauty! 0 comments
Saturday, May 13, 2006
Lunar Beltane '06
This morning I prepared for our Lunar Beltane celebration. I made dal and rice. When my friend Jenine arrived, she asked me what my plans were for the day. I said I had none. "You wouldn't believe how easy I've become," I said. "Except about politics." We decorated the house, twining flowers around the porch pillars. We spread an oil cloth over the Big River table. We dressed in fairy wings and tried on different colorful outfits. Barbara and Ramona arrived. Barbara brought chicken soup (all organic) and blueberry pie. Ramona brought wild salmon and potato soup. Jenine brought little fairy cupcakes and deviled eggs. We had a lot of soup today! We decided we'd eat before making our May Day baskets. Mario came downstairs and ate with us. We said a blessing and then ate and made merry.
Afterward we brought into the kitchen bags of ribbon, baskets, flowers, beads, etc. Just before we started our creations, we held hands and gave thanks to all who joined our circle, visible and invisible. A white spider crawled out onto a bouquet of red rhodies as we said the blessing. We watched her beautiful body wander around the flower. We decided she was Spider Woman joining us for our celebration. We eventually put her outside, on another rhodie bush. Then we started making our May Day baskets. I made one for myself and one for Linda. We talked as we worked. We put on temporary mermaid tattoes. (The Old Mermaids are everywhere.) Danced.
When we finished our baskets, Ramona made a bouquet for the fairies/devas/spirits/trees. We donned fairy wings and went across the street to the Old Oak and Old Maple. We placed offerings of cupcakes and flowers at the feet of the Old Oak. We made our wishes known. Health. Prosperity. Peace. Rest. Gave thanks. Then we danced and blew bubbles. Cars went by below us. Ramona said, "We seem to be invisible." I said, "I always ask that I be invisible to those who would harm me. Maybe that's it." Ramona said, "I think fairies are invisible to most people."
A few cars did slow down and wave. What a beautiful sight we were—I could see us too! At home again, we each sat in the willow chair. Then the others gifted us. It felt marvelous to have each woman walk up to me—so beautiful and powerful—and offer her gift—her prayer—for me.
We blessed our May Day baskets in silence. Then dessert. Tea. We sat around the table and came up with Old Mermaid names for everyone. (I already have one: Kimmer. Mario is Mermar. Ramona: Mermona. You get the idea. The hardest one was Jenine's guy, Buddy. His name kept sounding like a beer: Budmer, Merbud. Barbara's husband was easy: Paulmer.)
Later I lay on the couch with Mario, delighted that I had spent the day with Divas. Devas. Fairies. Goddesses. Friends.
I thought of one of my friends who is an activist; she never comes to our parties, and sometimes I'm certain she disapproves of our frivolity. I have another friend who never does any activism, believing instead that we need to think good thoughts and things will work out. To my way of thinking and feeling and being, I say we need more frivolity, more dancing, more talking to the trees and the fairies. We need to connect with our world. We need to do the other work too, to the best of our abilities to respond.
Today I danced. Prayed. Blessed. Talked. Hugged. Loved.
Tomorrow I hope to do the same. And more.
Blessed be and blessed sea!
Except for the first two pics, all photography by Mario Milosevic (which explains the abundance of moi)
Thank you, Spider!

Jenine & Ramona making baskets

Dancing with the trees & each other (Ramona, Barbara, me, Jenine)

Wings & bubbles

Barbara

Beauty

Going back

At the crossroads

Gifted

You can see the mermaid tattoo peeking out of my dress near my right shoulder

May Day Magic & Mess
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Friday, May 12, 2006
In Context
I reread the novel, made changes, and inputted them. As I did each page, I dropped it onto the floor. That's my filing system, yes. Now I will pick them up and put them in the recycle bag. They're already recycled paper (I forget what the post-consumer waste percentage is), and now we'll recyle them again.
So here's what it looks like. Aren't you thrilled beyond words to know this?
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Rove to Be Indicted?
I certainly didn't hear any of this on the mainstream news today or any other day. If it's true, I'll do a little dance. I was so discouraged today to hear that the polls say most Americans don't mind that the phone companies are giving our records out to the government. Rat bastards!
With apologies to the rats. 0 comments
I'm a Classy Broad, Awright
| Barbara Stanwyck You scored 40% grit, 23% wit, 38% flair, and 11% class! |
You're a tough dame, a bit of a spitfire, and you can even be a little dangerous, but you do it with such flair that almost all is forgiven (and even when it's not, you're still the most interesting woman in the room). You can be witty and charming, all right, but you have a tough streak that keeps you focused and sometimes deadly. You've had quite a climb to get where you are, but you're a hard worker and you mostly deserve all you get...and then some. You might end up destroying everything around you, but you must admit...you've got style. Your leading men include Henry Fonda, Fred MacMurray, and when you forget yourself, Gary Cooper.
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Crusade
"I'm just like every modern woman trying to have it all. A loving husband, a family. I only wish I had more time to seek out the dark forces and join their hellish crusade." —Morticia, Addams Family Values 0 comments
FAQs about Mercy
Voices (Updated)
It's almost midnight, and I'm too wired to sleep because I worked too long.
A centipede just scurried across the room. Makes me shudder. Why do they only come out late at night?
Anyway, about writing novels.
Each book has its own voice. And that voice ain't mine. If I read a passage and it sounds like I'm talking, that means the passage (and maybe the book) is in trouble. Or if people are talking and I could switch names on the he said/she said/they said and it wouldn't make any difference, then I'm in trouble. Each person and everything they say should be unique to them. When rewriting, it's especially important to maintain the voice and tone of the novel. It's easier on first draft, probably because I'm more in the flow of the novel then. A voice is easier for me to write when it's a white middle-class woman. That doesn't mean the book is better when that's the voice; it just means I don't have to stretch much outside my comfort level—but I like stretching. Part of the fun of being a writer is that you can be anyone in any place when you write.
Some voices are easier than others. Keelie's voice in The Jigsaw Woman was easy for me. That book just flowed out of me, as though those characters had been a part of me forever. I was so angry and sick when I wrote that book, so it was easy to write an angry woman. Women. It was more difficult to write the characters who lived in peaceful times in that book. (I've always said I'm good at writing war stories. Most American writers are. It's peace that's more difficult. Why? Because we are raised in this warmongering society. Come on.) It was difficult at first, but then I really got into it. It was fun being in a peaceful, creative, and sensual world.
Gloria in The Gaia Websters was a bit harder—until I figured out she wasn't in touch with her emotions. She was good at one thing—healing—and she figured that was enough. Social niceties were beyond her. I could relate to that. Not because I was a healer but because I was really good at a couple of things—and to hell with all that social conformity crap. And I really liked her life. She had a house in the desert, someone brought her three meals a day, she had a coyote to keep her company—and a good man who dropped in occasionally to trip the light fantastic with her.
Coyote Cowgirl's voice was easy, but not because Jeanne was anything like me. She wasn't. But I understood her, and Crane was so funny. I loved writing that novel. I barely changed a word from first draft to the final published book.
Mercy, Unbound was like that too. Easy. Wonderful. Like I was a stenographer. Plus I understood Mercy's angst. Poor sweetheart. And she's such a cool person. I liked spending time with her. I barely rewrote a word of that book either, just added a few scenes.
The voice in Broken Moon is very different from my own. Nadira is an 18 year old Pakistani woman. This book was more difficult to rewrite. I was often unsure of myself. In the end when I reread it, I could hardly tell I had written it. I loved that feeling. That gave me confidence that I had, perhaps, gotten her voice right.
And now the Church of the Old Mermaids. Myla is a completely new voice for me. The whole book is completely different from anything I've done: the tone, the style. (Of course, all my books are different from one another. That drives publishers crazy.) In Broken Moon, Nadira tells stories. I really liked doing that. It was tricky because if you tell a story within a story it can break the rhythm of the story—or stop it completely. So it has to be done just right. If you tell a story within a story, both stories have to be equally interesting. Telling the story within the story has to be the story. (And to my way of thinking one of the stories can't be a framing device or a flashback—unless you're a genius—because nothing can kill the liveliness of a tale more quickly than a framing device or a flashback.)
In Church of the Old Mermaids I have to get Myla's voice right—and the voices of the Old Mermaids—while maintaining perfect pitch. Of course I try to do that with every novel. From the first sentence, I want the readers to suspend their disbelief and follow along with me, so I don't want to do anything to disrupt that suspension.
We'll see if I succeeded. It is fun. And scary. Impossible. Wonderful.
Don't know if any of this made sense. I just needed to think about my books tonight. Prepare me for more rewriting tomorrow.
Time to try sleep again.
P.S. Didn't work. Got up and kept working until 4:30 a.m. ish. Slept for three hours. Now I'm awake and very cranky. It's full moon. Lunar Beltane. Need to shake the crankiness off...or at least get some sleep. 0 comments
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Voting Machines
"The hole allows someone with a common computer component and knowledge of Diebold systems to load almost any software without a password or proof of authenticity and potentially without leaving telltale signs of the change."
I feel like the cartoon character whose head is shaking back and forth so quickly you can't see it. SAY WHAT?????
We may have been paranoid, but we were also right.
I'll say it again: dump these machines. Go back to paper ballots. That's the only way I can see to have an honest election. 0 comments
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Drafty Here
Here's short scene to go to bed on:
...Myla crouched next to Lily and gave her a wet kiss on her cheek. Lily wiped it away.
"Oh! You don't want my kisses, eh? Well you know that kiss is on your hand now, so if you want it back, you can just touch your cheek any time."
Lily put her hand against her cheek and smiled.
"It's cold out here," Myla said. "Time for bed."
Lily reached for Myla's hand, and they walked back to the house.
"Do Old Mermaids have to brush their teeth?" Lily asked.
"I think so," Myla answered.
"Do they have to eat their vetables?"
"Gladly."
"What about school? Do they have to go to school?"
"Probably. I think it's called the School of Fish."
May You Swim in Beauty! 2 comments
Why I Love Men
Today as I was walking home from the bank, I noticed my friend's truck outside a local restaurant. I went inside to say hello. I sat at the booth and talked with them for a while. I used to live down the road from them when we lived on the Landing. Ira is in his eighties; Rhoda is in her seventies. They're two of my favorite people. Anyway, we talked politics for a bit and then Rhoda asked me about the operation. I told her. She was puzzled by the shape of my nose. I told her about the bones being pushed out. Then I said, "But the important thing is that I can breathe. Can't smell yet but I'm hopeful. And I think it looks better." By this time, I was tired of explaining this, especially since just before I came into the restaurant I had just explained it to another friend. But then Ira said, "You look beautiful." I put my arm around him and said, "Now that's the right thing to say." I don't know if Ira actually looked at me and noticed any difference at all. I don't really care. But he said exactly the right thing. No questions. No puzzlement. No staring. Just the facts, ma'am, as he saw them.
That's why I love men. At least why I love that man. 2 comments
Global Warming Causes Asthma
Anyway, I was surprised to learn today that carbon dioxide is a fertilizer. So plants are getting more fertilizers and weeds are plants too. Ragweed pollen has doubled since 1900—and the little buggers are more hardy than they were so it's more difficult to eradicate them. I learned this from Too Hot to Not Handle, an HBO film I almost didn't watch because I thought I knew what I needed to know. By the way, the movie also talks about what we can do. Don't let the naysayers it's too late. The oil companies want us to believe that: oh, there's nothing we can do so let's just keep living the high life. Ain't true. We need to change our ways, baby. The United States is so behind the times on this issue. Go here for more info. I continue to believe this is the most pressing issue of our time–maybe for all time.
P.S. By the way, is your city a cool city? Seattle is a very cool city, so is Tacoma. And if you know anything about the political and economic differences between these two Washington cities, you'd be amazed. Tacoma is just beginning the process, but you've got to start some place. I've talked before about the nonpartisan US Mayors Climate Protection Agreement. These are big and little towns and cities. There is an answer to this. We can do it. 2 comments
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
War on Women Part 3 Trillion
Tuesday With Wednesday
This is the first time I've seen the movies. The girl Wednesday and her brother Pugsley are selling lemonade because the family has been kicked out of their home and they have to make money. A little girl comes by in her Girl Scout uniform and demands to know if the lemonade is made from real lemons. Wednesday says, "Yes." The girl says, "I only like all-natural foods and beverages, organically grown, with no preservatives. Are you sure they're real lemons?" Pugsley says, "Yes." The Girl Scout says, "I'll tell you what. I'll buy a cup if you buy a box of my delicious Girl Scout cookies. Do we have a deal?" Wednesday says, "Are they made from real Girl Scouts?"
Priceless.
I love their subversive nature. The Addams Family is the perfect subversion of the middle-class Eisenhower-era nuclear family. (Yes, I know the cartoons appeared in the New Yorker before the Eisenhower era. What can I say? Charles Addams was ahead of his time.) When I used to work in the library, I always shuddered at the popularity of the Sweet Valley High books and their ilk. They seemed so white and blond and the same. Seeing little Wednesday dressed in black—and resisting when the camp counselors try to indoctrinate her by forcing her to watch the Brady Bunch—warms my heart. She’s so smart and articulate. It's not the clothing styles I object to in the Sweet Valley High books, by the way. I just don't like the idea of everyone having to be the same in order to be happy. Resistance is not futile.
Revolution, mi amores.
When Gomez worries that the strain of the children bickering might be getting to Morticia, she says, "I'm just like every modern woman trying to have it all. A loving husband, a family. I only wish I had more time to seek out the dark forces and join their hellish crusade."
Don't we all.
When Wednesday and Pugsley meet the new nanny, Morticia says to them, "What do you say to the new nanny?" Wednesday says, "Be afraid. Be very afraid."
Thankfully the members of the Addams Family are not Wonder bread; they're moldy bread. A nice shot of penicillin on this sick day. 2 comments
Old Obelisk? Circ 2006
Wonders! Wonders!
Sunday, May 07, 2006
Transparency
Saturday, May 06, 2006
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I'm hoping that in the fall we can have a renaissance. Years ago I was at a convention and Terry Carr, an influential editor at the time, was on a panel. He said the thing he didn't like to see in writing, or in life, was nihilism. He wasn't specifically talking about nihilism in the sense that God is dead; he talked about cynicism coupled with nihilism: the idea that it was cool to think everything was worthless so let's just party and destroy until it's 1999. You get the idea. And I agreed with him then and now. I hope it becomes the norm again to care about our neighbors and our planet.
But I digress and my husband is waiting for me to get dressed so we can go out into this beautiful (and gray) day. 1 comments
Thursday, May 04, 2006
A Fleur a Day?
And Ginger Has It
I tried smelling others things, but nada. And later I couldn't smell the ginger any more. But it's a start.
Ginger is reputed to have magical properties. Arab magicians of old used it as an aphrodisiac. It's a distant cousin of the banana. It's supposed to help with sea sickness and other motion sicknesses. It's reputed to calm the tummy (like ginger ale), but it often upsets my stomach. But tonight, ah tonight, Ginger is Queen!
Blessed be! 2 comments
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
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Bald Eagle Cam
Monday, May 01, 2006
Happy Beltane '06
Hope you all had a great day too.
Violet

Trillium

Deer's head orchid

May I have this dance?

Orchid tableau. It's not a great pic, but I wanted you to see them on the forest floor so you can see how small they are. The heart-shaped leaves are violet leaves, so that gives you some perspective.

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Huge Anti-war Protest in NYC
Thank You, Stephen Colbert!
