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Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
Would you want to live to 200? Consider the wrinkles ![]() 8,162 views ███████ L'aura del campo ███████ SUMMER: 10 'Izzat (17 September) ███████ Weather outside: cool and pleasant. ███████ Weather inside: calming down. 'é a lua, é a lua, na quintana dos mortos' ~ Federico García Lorca ![]() Our deaths are a blessing. It allows others to be born and experience the gift of life. We pass down what we can, but things change and new generations must change with them. How flexible are we at 30? At 50? Would we be better or worse at 200? Our knowledge as a species expands and we consider this wonderful, but it is the wisdom we fail to impart that may doom those to come. And they will need this wisdom to face the challenges of a changing environment. For instance, the Arctic is melting. Polar bears are starving. Islands are reappearing. Whether this is merely part of a cycle or a fundamental change we don't know and even those living 500 years from now may not be sure. A link on Arctic warming: http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20060915/sc_nm/enviroment_arctic_dc Aging may be wonderful, but wrinkles are only nice to a point. ![]() ![]() I'm not happy to be living in a country that has little regard for Human Rights and personal freedoms. It is not acceptable that 14,000 are being held in prison with no charges, no lawyers, no recourse. If these were Americans in other countries, we'd be bombing them back to the Stone Age. This is the link to a news article: http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060917/ap_on_re_mi_ea/in_american_hands McCain, Powell, Warner and others are trying to correct this travestry. Personally, I think the commander-in-chief should be impeached for breaking the law if he continues to rule in this autocratic manner. Secret Prisons? Shit ... what Age do we live in to allow that! Color me unhappy. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Outside Hobbs on 7th at Mass.: A whirlwind of price tags, red petals, pieces of plastic and assorted leaves: green, brown and yellow. They swirl then skitter, blow west then east on the northside of the stone building that towers over the southside of Seventh. An uprising of dust, of cigarette butts. Their ascent: a mini tornado of foam and feathers. Around the corner on Mass.: Bubbles blown by the breeze; red geraniums; a black circle stamped 'water'; music from Bloom above Rudy's pizzeria. Eamon walking his 'bus'. ![]() What life? I spent the whole weekend reading blogs. ![]() I did hear the bells ring today. Met Alex, a four year old who had heard our carilloneur play in-utero when his mother was visiting Florida. He went up to see the instrument and got to play! I cooked rice-a-roni adding sliced chicken breast. I should cook more often. ![]() Sent a postcard of a hippopotamus to a friend. I really need to lose weight. BMI is c. 32. ![]() ![]() Bills beat Dolphins in Miami. **doing the happy dance** Jayhawks sucked against Toledo. Incredible mistakes! Got to watch it on t.v. once I remembered we have one ![]() And if you have never seen a blue football field: http://news.boisestate.edu/beyondtheblue.shtml ![]() A List of Five, if you must read what WDC raters consider my best ![]() "Zmitri" ![]() "'heart's home'" ![]() "Speak soft my name" ![]() "A radiant moon has set" ![]() "Clematis on the flagpole" ![]() Two sketches: At Border's Café In this hush, it's the noise that annoys, the unexpected cough, the siren of the sherriffs racing, the voice that shouts across the room to a spot where no one sits. It's this, this silence punctuated by the scrape of metal legs against the tiled floor, cold nails on chalkboard. And it's the alarm going off at the exit door, this voice inside me screaming: QUIET! Silence. ... hush ... [163.362] No sycamores At eighty-four, my mother speaks of a sycamore that fills her childhood, dappled shade from leaves that grew bigger than her head. Her thread of thought is climbing and I stare in wonder at the women who gave me birth who took me to the zoo when I was eight, who when she took a shower from an elephant just laughed. At eighty-four, she's more careful now on her daily stroll to the corner store. I sigh relief. Along the path there are no sycamores, no elephants, no ladders. [163.363] ![]() In order to do a column for the Blogville News, I've spent the weekend reading and commenting: malaya ![]() ![]() I like the way Lauren Gale ![]() ![]() ![]() AJ wants U 2 meet The CanMan! ![]() obwan ![]() ![]() chalaedra is relieved to have a place to move into, but sultry may have to live out of her car with her dog Milton. I worry a bit about that. We are the same age and not getting any younger. JoshCham ![]() ![]() ![]() aamie put a new entry in but I came across an old one I liked from a year ago, an idyllic entry about the Ohio river in Kentucky, "Invalid Entry" ![]() ![]() ![]() onthebathroomfloor [stressed] ![]() ![]() Also: chyna_doll, GoCartCherub- St Louis U ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Finally: Lady D ![]() ![]() ![]() QUOTE OF THE DAY "Oaks are really hard. You have to get a boost into them. Sycamores are extremely easy. We like those. We don't do pines -- too many needles." Andrew Flanery, Tree Climbers Club, Kansas University |