tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37829996082118194062024-02-07T16:42:56.596-06:00We Don't Buy It Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01151628332074616618noreply@blogger.comBlogger668125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782999608211819406.post-26215811887733066712019-12-12T13:25:00.001-06:002019-12-12T15:44:56.199-06:00Bea Arthur Was 5' 10"<div style="text-align: center;">
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The other night, in the middle of the night, in the cozy warmth of my bed I awoke and had to google Bea Arthur's height for some reason. I needed to know. And, as I was googling I realized I didn't know WHY I needed to know, only that I was compelled to find out.</div>
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She's 5' 10".<br />
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She was 5' 10".<br />
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I remembered doing it the next day and wondered what other skipping stone points of contact I've looked up recently--not delving deeply into any one thing, but abundantly curious about all sorts of things. And, why wouldn't I be? Bea Arthur portrayed Auntie Mame's friend Vera Charles; I'm sure she heard Mame say, "Life is a banquet, and most poor suckers are starving to death!"<br />
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Not me, sister. Not me.<br />
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Let's see what I've been feasting on as of late, shall we?<br />
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I looked up how to spell <i>McMurphy</i>, as in the poor guy in One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.<br />
<i>Yggdrasil</i>. Norse mythical tree. Huge thing.<br />
<i>Knutepunkt</i>. Northern European LARPing. Look it up if you need to. Join me!<br />
<i>Men's rain poncho</i>. Someone might need one.<br />
A related search: <i>best umbrella</i>. And let me say here, that I don't really care how good it is, might even be the best, but an asking price of over $300 is really too much.<br />
Here was a meta one: I had had a dream that I was involved with people selling dozens of t-shirts. When they put a hole in the tag to convey something (don't know what), the term for that was a teasing. I looked up <i>t-shirt teasing</i> and got smart ass sayings on shirts.<br />
<i>Bechdel test</i>. Thought it was spelled with a t. Needed to know spelling.<br />
Saw an ad for a <i>Prada backpack</i>. Wondered what such a thing would cost. It can stay with the excellent umbrella, unused, unbought.<br />
<i>When to eat persimmons</i>. I've never had them, wanted to know what to look for. One site said eat when firm. One site said let soften.<br />
<i>How long to cook leg of lamb per pound.</i> It was a little more than 20 minutes per pound. It was also a roast, not a leg, but that didn't matter. I made a paste of olive oil, salt, pepper, garlic, and rosemary and rubbed it onto the roast before cooking. Sprinkled a little additional salt on just before putting in the oven. Oh. My. God. It was amazing with brown rice, and lemon, Parmesan roasted broccoli.<br />
<i>Oregon Blue</i>. How can there be a "new" color? Yeah, there can't.<br />
Speaking of: <i>What do mood ring colors mean?</i><br />
<i>Who was on the balcony with the queen on her wedding day? </i>It's who you'd expect. Doesn't hurt to check.<br />
<i>Good Day Sunshine lyrics. </i>My daughter would probably point out that I've heard that song for all of my conscious life--not counting toddler-hood. Why wouldn't I know the lyrics? Well, critical daughter, because as a rule I only remember choruses and will break out into loud singing when the songs roll around to that point, and make up the rest of the lyrics singing those parts more quietly to not out myself. Yes, but why? I don't know. Why do you think you will not be like me some day? It's coming...<br />
<i>Estoppel.</i> No taksie backsies. You said it and we know you said it.<br />
<i>Trover Conversion</i>. Finders keepers, but only sometimes. Maybe the other tenth of the law, as in not always. GIVE IT BACK!<br />
<i>Why more black squirrels? </i>I never saw anything but grey squirrels growing up and well into adulthood. Now I see them all the time. They're striking. It's a genetic mutation. Just coming out now with more frequency. Who knows if there's an advantage to that?<br />
<i>Stream impeachment hearing </i>Didn't listen<b>/</b>watch the whole time. It's all so awful. I'm sorry, World.<br />
<i>Amendment granting Native Americans the right to vote </i>Should have been the fifteenth, but it wasn't until the Snyder Act in 1924 that they received full suffrage. So much jive.<br />
<i>Be gay do crime </i>I can get behind civil disobedience for good causes.<br />
<i>Submittable </i>Just so I could check if my submission "in progress" for about 6 months had been decided on. My first rejection! Do you know how many marvelous people have been rejected, over and over again throughout all of time?! I'm in very good company.<br />
<i>Children of Heaven </i>so I could share a link to the synopsis and a video clip of this amazing movie from Iran. A homeschooling mom was concerned about how demanding her child had become and wanted to show them how others live with very little.<br />
<i>Effete </i>Spelling is tricky.<br />
<i>Buy squid ink powder </i>I think you can see why I would google that. Can you walk into your grocery store and find it? Where would I go for such a thing?<br />
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This is all some of the things I looked up in about a week's time. There's so much more. What did I do before the internet? I'm sure my mind didn't jump around as much as it does now. For all the resources at my fingertips, for all the information cataloged in clear, accessible ways, I could be diving very deeply into interests. But, I don't. I flit. I skim. I jump from here to there.<br />
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On the other hand, any curiosity I have can be immediately satisfied. It's good to know things. I like finding answers. I almost never sit in wonder and instead want to know.<br />
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Still. I wonder if something is lost in that. Maybe sitting in wonder allows the mind to wander, to connect disparate dots, to further ask more questions. Maybe there's something rich in not knowing but wondering.<br />
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Honestly, I'm tempted to google that: <i>what is lost by immediately satisfying curiosity?</i><br />
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I'm not going to. I'm going to let that one go.<br />
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Bea Arthur was 5' 10". Maybe I'll just think about that for a while.<br />
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<br />Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01151628332074616618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782999608211819406.post-85185706269911456652019-12-02T12:34:00.000-06:002019-12-12T15:47:09.657-06:00The Afterbirth, 21 Years Later<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I think I’m probably Chaotic Good. I am less afraid of the
dark side, realizing, as I now do, that it is an intrinsic part of life and
must be dealt with. But, that’s not the team I play for. I want good things for
all people. I want the earth to be OK. I don’t want children in cages. Easy
stuff to get behind—I’m not going out on any limbs here. And, I frankly don’t
care if laws are broken to do what’s right. Chaotic, not Lawful Good. If we all
waited around for laws to change, there would be very little justice. Laws have
allowed people to be enslaved, denied basic rights, and be killed.<o:p></o:p></div>
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However…<o:p></o:p></div>
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I won’t say if I’ve ever broken laws. You can probably
surmise based on what I’ve written here, that maybe I have. But, I’m no fool,
and will not admit to such.<o:p></o:p></div>
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With that as a loose background on my moral compass, I give
you a story that might, or might not, be true. You know, in the interest of not
(necessarily) incriminating myself.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I gave birth to my son 21 years ago. I gave birth to my daughter
18 years ago. I had amazing, but very different, home births for both.<o:p></o:p></div>
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With my son, I labored for 22 hours. My family came bearing
gifts of food and support, and waited while I had early contractions in front
of them, laughing (“This is so easy!”), and then gathered in the living room,
or sat together on the stairs, as my then husband and I made our way upstairs
to our bedroom as my labor increased in intensity. My husband held my hands and
looked deeply into my eyes as we walked a circuit from the foot of the bed,
through to the adjoining bathroom, pause, and then back again. Loops over and
over, pausing when I needed to. Riding the wave of each contraction.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The home birth doctor was there, sitting on the floor leaning
his back on the wall. Two labor nurses were there sharing words of
encouragement that my husband would then repeat word for word. Over and over
again.<o:p></o:p></div>
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After 2 ½ hours of painful pushing my son was born. Crying
(him and me both)! Laughter from us all! Amazing.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He was 6 days late. (Earlier that week, I had scared a young
cashier who innocently asked when I was due and I told him, “5 days ago!”)<o:p></o:p></div>
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I went into labor with my daughter 5 days early. I felt a
tightening. Must be Braxton Hicks. My son was late; I’m not in labor. Feed the
toddler. Do the dishes. Again, a tightening. Nah… It’s not.<o:p></o:p></div>
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And, yet, it was.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Let’s just carry on. I can’t really be in labor. Little son
asleep in toddler bed next to our king size bed on the floor. Try to get some
sleep. Awaken.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Oh, yeah. I’m really in labor.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Frantic call to doctor. Husband talks to the midwife in the
practice. He puts a waterproof mattress pad on the bed, cradling the phone with
his shoulder. “I don’t want to talk!” Talk to her.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I don’t want to talk! And I threw the phone down. Doctor is
on the way. In the hall, I feel an overwhelming urge to push. I feel between my
legs and can feel the amniotic sac protruding. Make way to bed. I push again.
On phone again, husband reports to midwife that he can see the sac. She tells
him to rip it. He does. I then push for a third and final time and my baby girl
is born! Tears (her and me both)! Laughter (quietly so as to not awaken son)!
Too late. My daughter’s first sounds awakened him. He sees a little wet on the
bed, sits up and says, “Mess!” Sees my daughter now cradled in my arms and says
with profound awe, “Baby!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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He and I scoot to the head of the bed, I’m sitting upright,
leaning my back against the wall, holding my new baby, hugging my little son to
me by my side, as umbilical cord is still attached, and my husband is
frantically running around talking to the midwife. Making sure I’m OK. Running
downstairs to unlock front door. He gets the “I’m the Big Brother” medal I had
purchased for our son days before, brings it up, puts it around his neck, and
we wait for the doctor to arrive.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In many cultures it is considered auspicious to be born in
the caul. The baby is born still within the amniotic sac. My daughter slipped
into the world with as much ease as my son struggled.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Both births were remarkable. Both were roller coasters of
time bending transcendence. The passage from within to without driving me
deeper into myself and a primal state of being. Losing rational thought. Still
trying to mindfully relax into each contraction. Opening up to flow my babies
out.<o:p></o:p></div>
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For both births, the doctors weighed my babies suspended in a
receiving blanket attached to a fish scale. Son: a whopping 9 lbs. 4 oz. Almost
two and a half years later, Daughter: a respectable 7 lbs. 11 oz. With each
birth the placenta was scooped into plastic tubs that we froze. We will plant
them with a tree to commemorate their births! It will be deeply meaningful and
will return to the earth nourishment and will feed the tree!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Except we didn’t.<o:p></o:p></div>
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There, with the quarter side of grass-fed beef that I got
from the Mennonite farmers in the upright freezer in the garage, pushed all the
way to the back, out of the way, were the frozen placentas. And there they
stayed for many, many years. Ignored. Life taking precedence over a ritual
about life.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Until recently.<o:p></o:p></div>
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My husband and I let each other down in our marriage. We
became co-parents more than a married couple and for that I’m truly regretful.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In dealing with all of our stuff, and dividing things up, it
came to me to dispose of the placentas. My ex-husband didn’t really want to
deal with it. OK. Fair enough. I invited my college age son, but he declined
saying, “Nah, I’m good.” Would my daughter want to go with me? Yes! Fitting.<o:p></o:p></div>
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My daughter and I walked into a local woods (or did we?). Off
the beaten path, through the meadow, deep into the trees and found a suitable
place. Armed with a couple of kitchen garbage bags, one of which wrapped a
small hatchet, I used my covered hand to take the lids off. I tipped them over
and a 2 inch layer of ice plopped out. I then tapped on the overturned bottom
of the tubs with the hatchet poll, taking them in turn, until the frozen
placentas dumped out onto the forest floor. My hands still covered by the
plastic garbage bags, I placed the tubs and lids inside and closed them up.<o:p></o:p></div>
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My daughter and I surveyed my work. There they are. No one
will know.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Would a coyote eat them up? Or a weasel? Or a bunch of
shrews? Foxes? Crows?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Would they remain untouched by larger animals and instead
slowly be decomposed by insects and bacteria, melting into the earth?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Alice’s Restaurant was playing in my head the entire time.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I didn’t want to get busted for litterin’. I’m still not
clear on the legality of it. I mean, is there a statute in place about medical
waste? Is a placenta medical waste? A placenta could easily be food for some,
which is why I did (or didn’t…) do it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Chaotic Good, as I said at the top.<o:p></o:p></div>
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All I know is that the doctors were mightily impressed at
both of my children’s births at the prodigious placentas my body had grown for
their sustenance. I grew amazing babies with that part of me. Surely, there was
still nourishment to be had.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Why shouldn’t they go to feed the forest in some way, and
perhaps, in many ways?<o:p></o:p></div>
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I (maybe) threw the placentas in the woods.</div>
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And once you're out the door, the nagging questions seep in. "Did we turn off the coffee pot?" "Did you lock the door, or did I?" "Did we cancel the mail for the two weeks we'll be gone?" "Oh, my God! The cats! I didn't get a sitter!"<br />
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A good house sitter will: take in the mail; water the plants (inside, of the tropical houseplant variety, and outside, of the tomato plant variety); feed and take care of the cats... Thank God...<br />
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As such, that is, as I know what is required to do a god job house sitting, and have, in fact done it, once and again, I offer up my services mostly through August. Well, there are times in August I could do it, let's say that any way.<br />
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Drop me a line, if you are in need...<br />
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Oh, and in the Chicago area...<br />
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And, August... Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01151628332074616618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782999608211819406.post-79617980808943523072016-09-06T21:42:00.000-05:002016-09-06T21:42:50.834-05:00The LetterWords. It's always the words...<br />
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Perhaps to counter the bad, it is even more important to feel deeply the good when you encounter it.<br />
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So, I am reminding you all (we all know this...) to find something, or somethings, or someone, or someones that make you say "Hot damn!" Seek it/them out. Find it.<br />
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It may be that it's right under your nose. It could be you, if you remember yourself, after having forgotten yourself for so long. It could be your family, your friends, the book you just read, the realization that you just experienced a perfect day, which is rare. Perfect? That doesn't come along all that often.<br />
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The point being that it is a part of all of us, a part of the human condition, to feel joy. Unmitigated, unconditional joy. And, it makes no difference how it is manifested. It doesn't have to make sense to anyone else. Maybe that makes it even more intense, or special, or exquisite--that it is your own intimate connection to something either outside of yourself, or within, that <i>moves</i> you. To be moved! To be awakened! No longer sleepwalking from one moment to the next, rather feeling a moment or moments in a day so strongly, so deep within your heart, that it's as if you are connected to the infinite, however you may define that.<br />
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You either have to seek this out, or be open to it coming to you. I won't wager on which is more likely. I think if you're not open it will never happen. If you don't seek it out you will never find it. Maybe it's a tie. It is active. It is going about with your eyes open. It is being ready in your heart.<br />
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You have to make room for good to flood into you. Nature abhors a vacuum and wants to fill it. Isn't that remarkable? If you make the space, it will be filled. It just will.<br />
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You have to get quiet too. You can't hear the angels singing if you are too loud. You can't be touched by a rare, elusive creature if you scare it away with chatter, with whining, with rancor, and discord.<br />
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The world is too loud. You can't counter that with more noise.<br />
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And you deserve to say hot damn! Everyone does. This includes you.<br />
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At one point in my life I was depressed, terribly depressed. Point is probably the wrong word. I was depressed for years. I had a huge sense of the injustice of the world and thinking about it propelled me forward, but was no impetus for me actually doing anything about anything, because I was depressed. It also allowed me to ignore myself and not face my problems and get myself together. Depression is so tiring. The work to get up out of it is immense, and sometimes feels like a sisyphean task. But, you just gotta roll that stone up the hill any way. That is the nature of life.<br />
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Because of my sense of the cruelty of the world and seeing the inequity, I somehow forgot that I had a right to be happy, and that my sadness did nothing to increase joy in the world. I forgot that I was a part of the world, a member of the tribe, that I belonged too. I forgot that my happiness would be a net gain for the whole, because I was a part of it.<br />
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I'm not preaching the prosperity gospel here. I don't think it's all just about you, you selfish bastard... I just mean that sometimes we forget that being joyful, and finding things that make us joyful, and seeking it out with earnestness, allows the world to dull a little. I think your joy, my joy, his joy, her joy all contributes to more joy for everyone. It becomes exponential because it is infectious. It brushes off on others as you float through the world smiling. It warms others as you glow near them.<br />
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Try to find something that makes you say hot damn! Or whatever exclamation would make sense for you. Try to find something that makes you feel deeply and reconnects you to your heart. You need this.<br />
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The world needs this.<br />
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Verdant green grass dotted with swathes of clover</div>
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Blossoms of white</div>
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Some purple tinges at the edges</div>
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Bees a-buzzing dipping in the nectar found within the flower petal folds</div>
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An intoxicating aroma</div>
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Air perfumed by the scent wafting up from dozens upon dozens of blossoms</div>
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No French perfumer could compete with this</div>
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No mere man</div>
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No mere woman</div>
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Nature's evocative allurement</div>
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Drawing us in as the scent reaches our nostrils</div>
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A simple walk through the grass</div>
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What is that scent?</div>
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Nature's perfume</div>
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Bees' addiction</div>
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Can't keep away as a lover needs to feel their beloved</div>
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Hold them close</div>
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Kiss them</div>
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Touch their bodies in all ways</div>
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So the bees can't fight it</div>
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So seductive this clover</div>
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Dotted through the grass in waves of white</div>
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Intoxicating, beguiling seduction</div>
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Clover</div>
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We're all in Clover</div>
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Do you smell it?</div>
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Do you know it?</div>
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Do you feel it?</div>
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In Clover</div>
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Lay in the grass and let the perfume encompass you</div>
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Lover touches you</div>
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Kisses shared, taken</div>
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In Clover</div>
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Scent reaching into brain stem</div>
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Primal sense</div>
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Reckoning all of our shared past</div>
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The smells of our forebears</div>
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The knowledge deep in the hind brain</div>
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Smell It!</div>
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And the bees taste it, knowing to sip is to live</div>
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Sip it up</div>
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Drink in</div>
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All senses touched as a lover</div>
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To taste</div>
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Know it</div>
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Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01151628332074616618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782999608211819406.post-42501391731550220692016-06-24T14:12:00.002-05:002016-06-24T14:13:51.597-05:00Words...<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">Are you ever so moved by someone's words that you feel swept away by a tide? But, it's not scary at all. It's powerful and energizing. It can be peaceful and calm as you float on it, in it. And their words reverberate. They echo through your days and you recall them, or they come unbidden into your head and seem to push out all other thought, all other words, crowding out noise and chatter and filling you with something substantive and clear. And it makes you feel alive and a</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; display: inline; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">ttuned to everything else in the universe. And it feels warm and loving and real. And they are just words... Only words... Simply words... Do you ever feel this? Do the ideas you come across ever reach into you and caress your soul? Do they massage the wrinkles and folds of your mind and then reach into the chambers of your heart and gently touch and brush the edges of you and hold you firmly, and own you? No? Then you should do what you can to find those moments in this life, because that is magic, and it is necessary. Try to find it...</span>Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01151628332074616618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782999608211819406.post-76403864031579132862016-05-06T10:51:00.002-05:002016-05-06T10:52:59.324-05:00Roller Coaster<div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px;">
You know what? I hate roller coasters. HATE them. My kids love them. At a certain point, during a very small window of my childhood, I liked them too. Just like I liked the smell of gasoline, and can no longer stand it. I also liked spinning, twirling round and round, faster and faster, and can no longer stand that. Even a short time on a swing makes me feel a little uneven, a little unbalanced now.</div>
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That all said, you know what I do like? That life is a roller coaster. I am <span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;">white knuckling it sometimes and it is scary, but so exhilarating. In the midst of it, it seems terrifying, and then I swoop down the long hill, screaming, grabbing on, clinging on for dear life, and I level out at the bottom, and I'm OK. It's OK. We got through that. And we're stronger now.</span></div>
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I don't seek out drama in my life. I'm not an adrenaline junky. I don't thrive on chaos. I just see that that's all a part of life and I might as well try and enjoy the ride. Even if it's at times scary. Even if it feels threatening. Even if it seems insurmountable.</div>
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The roller coaster approaches. I climb in. I just try to find comfort in the seat, buckle in, and hold on.</div>
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Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01151628332074616618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782999608211819406.post-38473665162766654582016-04-16T10:15:00.001-05:002016-04-16T10:15:20.516-05:00On the Dark Arts of Political Pandering<div class="_1dwg" style="padding: 12px 12px 0px;">
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You know, I don't have a problem when people change their minds about things. When they realize that they were wrong and maybe there's a better way. In fact, I think that's a sign of a nimble mind, one which is open and can let in new bits of information, can ponder, can contemplate, can see things from a totally new perspective. It's because of that kind of thinking that they can come to better places. I think that's good. I don't think that makes someone inconsistent, necessarily. I don't think that means they are unsubstantial. It's a testament to the ability to evolve. And who doesn't love that? Do we want to remain in the dark ages?</div>
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What I do find troublesome is when it seems that their change in thinking is disingenuous. When they switched their line of thinking to only be in line with what seems more expedient to their own ends. When it panders. When it is full of pretty words to sway another's opinion. When it is to gain an increase in their esteem, but it's acquired through a veil of lies. Lies, because that new thinking does not represent their true convictions. When it is just so much bullshit.</div>
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I think this is how Hillary operates.</div>
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I am not a complete naif. I know politics is a rough and tumble sport. Things get said in ways to convince, and that may sometimes mean candidates push the edges. That might mean they heavily shade the truth, but hopefully it's still there, to gain traction in an argument. They carefully (or don't: TRUMP!!) choose their words to the greatest effect. There's a theatricality about it all, and must be to catch the eyes of an increasingly distracted electorate.</div>
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However, in this time of great metaphorical starvation, when people's lives are difficult and we're all facing such dire problems, there needs to be a lot of bread with those circuses. It can't just be so much gussied up pretty looks with nothing true under the surface. How can there be any trust there, if that's the case? How can we measure the possible behavior of the future, if there's no there there right now? It's transient. It's wispy. It's a circus side show with carnival barkers calling out full of bluster. It's not real.</div>
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Which brings us back to Hillary. She is pandering hard. Bernie is gaining momentum and people are hearing his words, which are pretty, I will give him that, but they're backed up by years of consistency. He is not saying anything new now, nothing that he hasn't said all along, but now people are listening, and listening in ever greater numbers. He is speaking to real needs in people's lives in real ways. He is substantial. Hillary is jumping on.</div>
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Her beginning to parrot Bernie's language and highlighting his lifelong issues, is nothing short of cynical political posturing. She's posing, all gussied up to catch our eyes.</div>
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I don't think it's working well, and I think people are seeing through it. Thank God for the internet and the long memory of the digital repository. It's all there for the taking. It's all there for us to see.</div>
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Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01151628332074616618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782999608211819406.post-17283904990135929102016-04-01T19:21:00.000-05:002016-04-01T19:21:06.067-05:00Is Trump the New Hitler?So, is he?<br />
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Does Donald Trump really represent the same kind of threat for certain groups of people that Hitler did in his rise during the 1920s?<br />
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No. No, he doesn't.<br />
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<a href="http://ww2history.com/key_moments/Holocaust/Hitler_talks_of_Jewish_annihilation">Hitler actually spoke of wiping out the Jews in Mein Kampf</a>. He blamed them for Germany's defeat in WWI, and felt that they must be removed from German society. He actually wrote that the "sacrifice of millions at the front" would have been prevented if "twelve or fifteen thousand of these Hebrew corrupters of the people had been held under poison gas." He wrote those words. He outlined his intention. He telegraphed to the world the horrors that could come.<br />
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Donald Trump is no Hitler, but it may be a matter of degree, rather than actually saying what you intend. That is the concern.<br />
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Would Trump be willing to corral Muslims, badge them, register them? Yes, and he has said as much. The most supremely unAmerican thinking demonstrated there in Trump's language. Is it similar to Hitler's? Yes, absolutely, in the "othering" of a group of people that are already woven into the fabric of our culture and daily life. They are not the other, they are us. As American as you or I.<br />
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It's easy, especially in this particular election cycle, to become alarmist as the hairs stand on the back of all of our necks hearing these outrageous words, these horrific ideas. However, I feel it's important to be discerning and thoughtful and realize where there are differences and where there are similarities.<br />
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Hitler was voted in. Trump could also be voted in. Hitler's policies were encoded by the the Reichstag, rubber stamping all that he decided. The bigotry was made law and then chipped away, bit by bit, at the civil rights of German citizens who happened to be Jewish. Or, gay. Or, Romani. Or, handicapped. Or married to any of the previously mentioned. For Trump to become in any way equivalent, the whole of our Congress would have to follow suit and proceed to erode our rights here, through law.<br />
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Yes, I know. Agreed, it's not like they're not trying. <a href="http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2016/03/31/mississippi-s-anti-lgbt-law-is-worse-than-north-carolina-s.html">Mississippi just passed some of the most limiting anti gay legislation</a> and it is making its way to the governor's desk to be signed into law. It would allow discrimination based on religiously held beliefs. So, try getting an apartment if you're a gay couple, or renting a car, or even eating in a restaurant. If it offends the religious owner of the establishment that you and your honey are of the same sex, you might not get served.<br />
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So, clearly there are all sorts of evil shenanigans afoot in our states at the local levels. But is Congress trying to do any of that nonsense? I would say not quite yet.<br />
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So, as I shudder daily at the things spewing out of Trump's mouth, I recognize that his is mostly of the bullshitting variety. Which is its own evil. There's no truth there, is there? There's no actual conviction, I don't think. He's pandering, getting the hate vote that I had no idea was as large as it is here. Really, I am constantly amazed when there is such bald hatred and ignorance and disdain for the tolerance that living in a pluralist society demands. We have always been a melting pot, or at least a salad bowl, and we have always had "others" amongst us, working, living, dreaming as we all do.<br />
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Trump is not Hitler. But, he is most definitely a threat. People should push back in all the ways that they can think of. When you see such disregard for the truly American notion of Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness, for whole groups of people, you need to speak up. We all do. Everyone is supposed to get a shot at those things. That's what this country is about. Period. It doesn't matter that you don't like someone's lifestyle. It is their own and they have a protected right to it.<br />
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Trump is no Hitler. Yet.<br />
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Let's keep our eyes and ears open, and hope it never comes to that. Further, let's make sure it doesn't.<br />
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Lately, I have had a huge reawakening to music and lyrics. They speak to me so much now.<br />
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So many things are speaking to me these days. It's as if I've been walking through fog, going through the routines of life, such as they are, and now I see things more clearly. Everything is sharper. Everything is more beautiful. Everything is more powerfully moving.<br />
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I feel free...<br />
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How goes it?<br />
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I've been gone a long time, haven't I?<br />
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We have long ago finished our life experiment of ONLY buying, borrowing, used things. We often get new things without even thinking twice about it these days.<br />
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It's not that The Compact wasn't a good idea. It was. But, we can afford to get what we want when we want it, and we are still thoughtful about our purchases.<br />
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The lessons learned from going more than a year with only getting used things, or borrowing what we needed, still remain. My husband, kids and I don't NEED much. We don't WANT much. But, when we do, we get. I notice that when the kids get things they really want, they are profoundly grateful. We are comfortable in our life, but don't take a lot for granted.<br />
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So, a success, I think.<br />
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In other news, what the hell about this Trump guy?! Right?! How in the world has this happened--that he is the Republican frontrunner?<br />
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We Don't Buy It was always about more than the rejection of buying new things. It has always been about the ideas, social mores, stuck patterns of behavior that we weren't buying. And, so it is now.<br />
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I think I'll start writing here again regularly. I've missed it.<br />
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Do you write? Do you work out ideas? Do you share what you know? It's nice, isn't it? It's a release and a philosophical exercise. It's an exploration. It's a conversation--even if none of you ever respond. I know someone somewhere is reading. I know some may agree with what I say. I know some may vehemently disagree. And, it doesn't really matter if you chime in or not. It might be fun if you do, this can be so one sided, but it's not required for this to be a worthwhile pursuit.<br />
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So, hello again!Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01151628332074616618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782999608211819406.post-16061402217072680622012-08-07T09:21:00.000-05:002012-08-07T09:21:18.428-05:00What the...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.magicandmayhemwriters.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/your_ad_here_banner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="192" src="http://www.magicandmayhemwriters.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/your_ad_here_banner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Hello. Long time, no talk. Been busy with life and putting funny little comments on Facebook. Having a really difficult time getting it together for here. Or, more accurately, ignoring this blog completely at this point.<br />
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I just moseyed over here to check it out, as if someone else might have contributed, and I see ads. Do you see ads? I see them on the left hand side towards the bottom, at the bottom, and at the top.<br />
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I didn't put them there. I didn't ask for them to be there. I get no money from them being there--they're just there. How long have they been there? When did Blogger decide it would put things on people's blogs without their consent or notification? <br />
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Can there be no ad-free space anywhere? Is that simply not allowed? On a blog that espouses simple living and trying to reduce, reuse and recycle and NOT buying a bunch of crap, can't that be a single space that doesn't try to convince people to go out and buy stuff?<br />
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Outrage! Outrage, I tell you!<br />
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I will get to the bottom of this and report back. Or, I'll get sidetracked by life and not report back. Either way, know that I am appalled at this abomination on my blog.Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01151628332074616618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782999608211819406.post-42322272610243802442011-11-01T12:43:00.000-05:002016-01-17T05:46:14.310-06:00Wayne LaPierre Called Me<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Wayne LaPierre just phoned me and I listened to his automated message. Wayne is the CEO of the NRA which is WTF.<br />
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They really, really, really called the wrong person.<br />
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As I read it, (and I always notice that no one else seems to read it this way, even though this is how it is <i>written</i>) the second amendment that Mr. LaPierre is so all fired up about protecting (get it? I put a gun joke in there...) states, *<i>ahem</i>, throat clearing*:<br />
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<b><i>A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free state, the right of the people to keep and bear arms, shall not be infringed.</i></b><br />
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Did you catch that? Do you see the first part of that? The conditional part? The part that is almost universally ignored? A WELL REGULATED MILITIA, BEING NECESSARY TO THE SECURITY OF A FREE STATE... Do you see that part? That's the condition upon which we are allowed to have guns in this country. In order to ensure our security, through a well regulated militia (do you hear that Michigan militias--hey! Do you guys still exist?), the right to bear arms shall not be infringed.<br />
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So, if I want to bear arms in something other than a well regulated militia, that right <i>may</i> be infringed, because that's not the right that the second amendment protects. I might have to have regulations that our society deems reasonable for me to pack heat.<br />
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Does anyone else read it this way, because I believe that's how it's written? And how do I know that's how it's written?! Because I read the words that they so carefully chose, and I understand English, it being my mother tongue.<br />
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The first part is a condition, people!<br />
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<br />Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01151628332074616618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782999608211819406.post-45686384813642381452011-10-26T07:34:00.000-05:002011-10-26T07:34:25.190-05:00How Economic Inequality Harms SocietiesHere's a Ted Talk with Richard Wilkinson explaining how larger income gaps within societies increase social maladies--poorer health outcomes, greater crime, imprisonment, shorter life spans, etc.<br />
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The richer countries, those with a higher median income, don't do better. The USA is the worst!<br />
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The Occupy people know all of this already. This is what they're railing about.<br />
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We now have a replacement car, as our car is being repaired after what we thought was a minor fender bender. Turns out, though, that we'll have the loaner car for a few days.<br />
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We're driving around in this now.<br />
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I might have to find a creek with the bridge out so I can take the kids sailing over it screaming, "Yee haw!!" at the top of our lungs.<br />
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Yes, I do remember the Dukes of Hazzard fondly. Why do you ask?Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01151628332074616618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782999608211819406.post-8293788950619457222011-10-06T07:15:00.000-05:002011-10-06T07:15:47.831-05:00Why Occupy Wall St.?If you're wondering why the protesters are at Zuccotti Park protesting in New York, here is a statement they wrote on Sept. 29th. It's fairly clear why they're pissed off:<br />
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<blockquote><strong>Declaration of the Occupation of New York City</strong><br />
As we gather together in solidarity to express a feeling of mass injustice, we must not lose sight of what brought us together. We write so that all people who feel wronged by the corporate forces of the world can know that we are your allies. As one people, united, we acknowledge the reality: that the future of the human race requires the cooperation of its members; that our system must protect our rights, and upon corruption of that system, it is up to the individuals to protect their own rights, and those of their neighbors; that a democratic government derives its just power from the people, but corporations do not seek consent to extract wealth from the people and the Earth; and that no true democracy is attainable when the process is determined by economic power.<br />
We come to you at a time when corporations, which place profit over people, self-interest over justice, and oppression over equality, run our governments. We have peaceably assembled here, as is our right, to let these facts be known.<br />
They have taken our houses through an illegal foreclosure process, despite not having the original mortgage.<br />
They have taken bailouts from taxpayers with impunity, and continue to give Executives exorbitant bonuses.<br />
They have perpetuated inequality and discrimination in the workplace based on age, the color of one’s skin, sex, gender identity and sexual orientation.<br />
They have poisoned the food supply through negligence, and undermined the farming system through monopolization.<br />
They have profited off of the torture, confinement, and cruel treatment of countless nonhuman animals, and actively hide these practices.<br />
They have continuously sought to strip employees of the right to negotiate for better pay and safer working conditions.<br />
They have held students hostage with tens of thousands of dollars of debt on education, which is itself a human right.<br />
They have consistently outsourced labor and used that outsourcing as leverage to cut workers’ healthcare and pay.<br />
They have influenced the courts to achieve the same rights as people, with none of the culpability or responsibility.<br />
They have spent millions of dollars on legal teams that look for ways to get them out of contracts in regards to health insurance.<br />
They have sold our privacy as a commodity.<br />
They have used the military and police force to prevent freedom of the press.<br />
They have deliberately declined to recall faulty products endangering lives in pursuit of profit.<br />
They determine economic policy, despite the catastrophic failures their policies have produced and continue to produce.<br />
They have donated large sums of money to politicians supposed to be regulating them.<br />
They continue to block alternate forms of energy to keep us dependent on oil.<br />
They continue to block generic forms of medicine that could save people’s lives in order to protect investments that have already turned a substantive profit.<br />
They have purposely covered up oil spills, accidents, faulty bookkeeping, and inactive ingredients in pursuit of profit.<br />
They purposefully keep people misinformed and fearful through their control of the media.<br />
They have accepted private contracts to murder prisoners even when presented with serious doubts about their guilt.<br />
They have perpetuated colonialism at home and abroad.<br />
They have participated in the torture and murder of innocent civilians overseas.<br />
They continue to create weapons of mass destruction in order to receive government contracts.*<br />
To the people of the world,<br />
We, the New York City General Assembly occupying Wall Street in Liberty Square, urge you to assert your power.<br />
Exercise your right to peaceably assemble; occupy public space; create a process to address the problems we face, and generate solutions accessible to everyone.<br />
To all communities that take action and form groups in the spirit of direct democracy, we offer support, documentation, and all of the resources at our disposal.<br />
Join us and make your voices heard!<br />
*These grievances are not all-inclusive.<br />
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On a positive domestic note, we successfully kept a <a href="http://www.backyardhive.com/General/General/6_Steps_to_Get_You_Started_With_a_Top_Bar_Hive/">Top Bar hive of bees</a> in our backyard and harvested a scant two quarts of honey. I was only stung 4 times as we were harvesting it. And then I put raw honey on my stings to heal them! Honey: the cause and cure of my woe. Hopefully, the bees will overwinter fine and then we'll have an active hive in the spring.<br />
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I'm mad at Obama. Governing-Obama is different than Campaigning-Obama. He could have done so much more! Well, not now. But, he <i>could</i> have, when we had a majority. I think his mistake was in appealing to the Republicans' sense of decency and shared humanity...<br />
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...which the Tea Partiers have driven out of the Republican party (I think Republicans have almost always seen Democrats and anything to the left as something "Other", but it's never been this extreme) Obama can't do anything now with Republicans controlling things and answering to the most hate-filled ideology and policy decisions of the Tea Party. Stupid fucks.<br />
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You know what's uplifting though? <a href="http://www.dailykos.com/story/2011/10/03/1022332/-Fellow-Kossack-Jesse-LaGreca-%28a-k-a-MinistryofTruth%29-Destroys-Fox-News-Reporter?via=siderec">Occupy Wall St</a>. They're mad as hell and they're not going to take it any more! If I wasn't a stay-at-home homeschooling mom, I'd be down there tout de suite. <br />
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I'm mad as hell now too and have been. So, I will be posting much more here, as often as I can--if only to feel like I might be speaking to people who also care and are mad as hell now. You are out there, right?<br />
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You 1% people? You can read here too, if you want. If you feel like slumming it. It will be a lark!<br />
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NOTE: I intend to swear a lot in some of my posts. I think some things call for it and it is most appropriate to say "Fuck!". I don't use that kind of language around my kids. However, when they grow to adulthood, if we haven't overturned the 1%, and my kids have no job prospects and have a mountain of student debt, and Flying Spaghetti Monster forbid they are sick with no health insurance I fully expect them to say "Fuck!" to the appropriate people, because that will be the correct word to say.<br />
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Future adult children of mine, you will have my permission. Plus, you know, you're adults at that point, so you don't really need my permission. Carry on!Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01151628332074616618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782999608211819406.post-11564440925593154362010-11-08T11:30:00.000-06:002010-11-08T11:30:46.384-06:00Plutocracy or 2010 Midterm Election ResultsI guess that title is a bit misleading. We've been seriously heading for a Plutocracy ever since Reagan deregulated everything in the 80s. It's not just caused by this election cycle.<br />
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However, it's at a quicker pace now that people are <i>voting</i> for it.<br />
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Well, except my conservative friends--you know who you are--you can stay home if you want... No!! No, I say! You should go vote too! Yes, even you and even though our votes will cancel each other out.<br />
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But, if you do go vote, please try to be informed. For example, do you know who to retain for judge here in Illinois? It's not on the tip of your tongue? It's not right there, catalogued in your frontal lobe? Yeah, it wasn't for me either.<br />
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That's why I went to the Alliance of Bar Associations for Judicial Screening to give me some idea as to who to keep and who to throw out--the Bastids!!<br />
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http://www.lagbac.org/Alliance_ballot_order_2010_General_Election[1].pdf<br />
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and it will show you who the various bar associations thought were reasonable judges and who we need to get rid of. Er, those of whom we should get rid. <br />
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Catchy.<br />
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Go vote!Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01151628332074616618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782999608211819406.post-44080246620899711142010-10-29T06:00:00.003-05:002010-10-29T06:00:13.442-05:00Ahhh Ooooo...Werewolves of London!<br />
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Happy Halloween--enjoy your weekend!<br />
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