Saturday, January 31, 2009

morning has broken

Cats Sleep Anywhere
Cats sleep anywhere, any table, any chair.
Top of piano, window-ledge, in the middle, on the edge.
Open draw, empty shoe, anybody's lap will do.
Fitted in a cardboard box, in the cupboard with your frocks.
Anywhere! They don't care! Cats sleep anywhere.
Eleanor Farjeon (1881 - 1965)

don't forget monday, february 2nd is the fourth annual blogger (silent) poetry reading. this annual celebration takes place on groundhog day, a north american holiday which seeks to remind us all that spring is just around the corner. the silent poetry reading is organized by reya of the gold puppy. for those that post a poem on monday, drop by the puppy on monday and put up a comment so all us poetry lovers know who is playing!

morning has broken sung by cat stevens (1973) cat now goes by yusuf islam- the song was written by eleanor farjeon and is probably her best known work.

photos: the cats of avenue c - gwen, tsuki, and rosie and just a few of their favorite places to sleep.

Friday, January 30, 2009

it's a small world

as one who loves billy and marmite, I couldn't resist ordering this. what amazes me is I placed the order on january 17th and even though the small packet was first sent to india it arrived at my house a mere ten days later. wow, it is a small world after all!

hmmmm thinking of marmite, I do think it's time to make some toast for a slather.

click to hear it's a small world - although I have to warn you, you will be at serious risk for an earworm.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

someone's in the kitchen

a bit of history on theme thursday (tt) for those new to the mouse (with the b-o-n thingy, there have been plenty of new folks popping in for a nibble!). last spring a particular mouse and a squirrel got together and cooked up the idea of theme thursday. it wasn't long before mouse and squirrel's idea caught on with other friends in the cyberhood. tt was created to help prevent blogger burnout and at least once a week have a topic to post about - not to mention to have fun, be creative, and build community. anyone and everyone is welcome to play. if you have an idea for a tt, post a comment to mouse, squirrel, tut-tut, coffee, or megan - the official unofficial selection committee - ideas are posted on sunday for the upcoming week on most of these blogs (for all you curious cats, at the bottom of this post is a list of the themes we've done thus far).

It takes a sour woman to make a good pickle.
The Yiddish Policemen's Union: A Novel by Michael Chabon

The kitchen is a country in which there are always discoveries to be made.
Find something you're passionate about and keep tremendously interested in it.
Julia Child (1912-2004)chef, author, television personality

We may live without poetry, music and art; We may live without conscience and live without heart; We may live without friends; we may live without books; But civilized man can not live without cooks.
Edward Robert Bulwer-Lytton (1831-1891) British diplomat, viceroy of India and poet

If a pot is cooking, the friendship will stay warm.
Arab Proverb quotes

Cooking is like love. It should be entered into with abandon or not at all.
Harriet van Horne (1920-1998) newspaper columnist
My kitchen is a mystical place, a kind of temple for me. It is a place where the surfaces seem to have significance, where the sounds and odors carry meaning that transfers from the past and bridges to the future.
Pearl Bailey (1918-1990) singer and actress

notes on photos:
1. canning equipment, hancock shaker village, massachusetts. june 2007 (and a note on the quote - it is a line is from one of my favorite reads of last year. if you are searching for a good read you can't go wrong with michael chabon, who incidentally is not on this list!)
2. kevin's collection of skillets. fort worth, texas
3. julia child's kitchen as recreated on the lower level of the national museum of american history. I went to see julia's child last week - the exhibit was the inspiration for this week's tt as was julia's philosophy of cooking succinctly put is: "Above all have a good time." washington, dc
4. my mom rita and her friend helen in rita's kitchen. sometime in the late 1950s, san diego, california. (photo snapped by my dad) info updated 1.30
5. a group cook at ali's 50th birthday extravaganza. dungeness, washington
6. my late aunt eleanore, a great artist in the kitchen. (photo courtsey of my late uncle joe who was the love of el's life and pretty good in the kitchen also -not to mention he also built the kitchen for he was a carpenter and a cabinet maker!) mcadoo, pennsylvania
7. kay's dream kitchen, storrs, connecticut.

mack the knife performed by pearl bailey and dinah shore around 1960 - kick back and enjoy yourself!

theme thursdays so far: orange, bridges, amusement, transportation, shoes, birthday, home, door, water, steps, hair, wings, wheels, communication, keys, windows, trains, mailboxes, hands, baked goods, workspace, altars, books, leaves, spices, table, chairs, kitchen.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

p.s. I love you

a few days ago a friend shared a letter her brother wrote to his grandchildren. the letter is his first hand account of traveling from connecticut to washington in order to attend president obama's inauguration. I found lb's account so touching and profound I asked if I could post the letter on the mouse. permission was granted. I hope you find papa's letter as moving and enjoyable as I.

Dear Grandkids,

Lots of people have asked me about my trip to Washington, D.C. to be at President Obama’s inauguration. And I want to tell them about it, but most of all I want to tell you. All of us that are grown up understand and appreciate the history that has been made by electing the first African-American president. It gives us all hope for the future that we haven’t felt for a very long time. But even if only some of our hope and dreams come true, it is all of you that will benefit the most.

You will grow up watching the president’s two children, Malia age 10 and Sasha age 7, grow up with you. You will see how their parents, each with very difficult jobs, will always make sure they know that they are loved and important. It is because they are so important that I know that Mr. and Mrs. Obama will do everything they can to make a better world for them and all of our children.

So, let’s get to the story.

I wanted to go to the inauguration but I might not have if it wasn’t for a telephone call I got late at night from C who lives just outside of Washington. She told me that she could get us tickets to one of the inaugural balls and that I could stay with her if I wanted. I didn’t think about it twice, I said yes. All I needed were train tickets and a tuxedo and I would be on my way. I left on the train from New Haven at 9:00 Monday morning, the day before the inaugural. I brought a book to read on the long six hour ride. I did read some, but I also talked and listen to the other people on the train. You see, the train was absolutely 100% full and everyone was going to the same place for the same reasons. So we talked and laughed and shared stories. We were like a big family travelling to a reunion.

The train station in Washington was just like the packed train. There were so many people moving shoulder to shoulder and trying to find a way to get where they wanted to go. Some needed taxis, some wanted the Metro (subway) and others just looked confused. If you were rushing too much you might have missed that something unusual was happening – no one was irritable, no one was pushing to get by. I’m not sure I can do a good job of explaining the mood of the crowd, except to say is was something I would experience among all of the crowds I came in contact with for the next two days. Picture Uncle Denny hours after the Pittsburgh Steelers win the Super Bowl. The incredible excitement and joy has passed and he is sitting back on his couch and smiling. The combination of happiness, contentment and satisfaction is the best I can do.

I took the Metro to meet C where she works in Arlington which is just across the river from Washington and together we drove to her house just a few miles away. Later we met her boyfriend in Georgetown, a neighborhood in Washington, and had a great diner at a restaurant named Clyde’s.

The next morning I left for the inaugural around 10:00 with C and her roommate. The City of Washington was closed to automobiles so we took the Metro. We barely fit on the train. Everyone was stuffed together, but everyone was either smiling or were hiding a smile just behind their lips. Again, I saw that incredible mood of the crowd. We got off the train with everyone else maybe a mile or so from the Lincoln Memorial. We met up with C’s boyfriend and our plan was to watch the inaugural somewhere between the Lincoln and Washington Memorials. Closer is only good if you can actually see with your own two eyes the swearing-in of the president. With millions of people there including many who had gotten there at dawn, we knew that wasn’t going to happen. Besides, I just wanted to be among the crowd on the same ground and in the same place where so much history had been made. Here, where almost a half century before Dr. Martin Luther King made his “I Have a Dream” speech to 250,000 people that had marched with him to Washington. So there we stood in front of an enormous television with even bigger speakers and watched and listened to what was happening at the Capitol building. Even before the ceremony began the crowd yelled each time the camera caught a glimpse of Barack, Michelle or the children. I won’t describe the swearing-in ceremony since I’m sure you saw it for yourself. What I will tell you is that the emotions of all the people around us were on display. Families hugged, children sat on shoulders and tears of happiness were shed, including more than a few from Papa. We hung on every word and didn’t leave when it was over. No one wanted to leave. Everyone wanted to feel the way they felt at that moment forever. If only we could.

Leaving was slow and very, very peaceful. If someone caught your eye there were smiles and words such as “Isn’t this amazing”. When I smiled at a woman walking beside me she said, “I never thought I would be back to this place again in my life. The last time I was here Dr. King was talking about his dream”. There were many other such moments. There were no strangers in that crowd.

I haven’t said that it was freezing cold out there because if you watched the ceremony you saw and heard about how cold it was. Even though it was cold, we decided not to take the Metro and instead we walked probably two or three miles to C’s office where her car was parked. We walked with lots of other people on highways that had been closed to traffic. As a Stephen King fan, it looked like a scene from The Stand. We stopped at a pub, ate stew and drank Guinness to get warm before leaving for home to get ready. We were going to the New Jersey Garden State Ball later that evening.

We had heard some stories about how disappointed many people had been when they attended presidential balls in the past. We had recent experience to think about because C’s roomate and her friend had gone to the Illinois Ball the previous night. They waited three hours outside in the cold before they got in. But our experience at the New Jersey Ball turned out to be fabulous. There was no waiting, the food was great, the band was great and we danced and sang the night away. The president didn’t come to our ball but he did go to ten other balls. I’m not sure of the exact number, but I believe there were between twenty and thirty presidential balls that night. We stayed out late and slept late.

The next morning we went out for a big breakfast and afterwards C and her boyfriend drove me to the train station. I looked forward to the long train ride home to relax and enjoy the memories of the last two days. But like the train ride to Washington, the train home was also 100% full of people that had gone to the inaugural. Sharing stories and hopes for the future made the ride home a continuation of the spirit that I felt from the start of my journey.

I thought my story would end there, but it didn’t. The taxi driver that drove me to my house asked me if I was returning from the inaugural. In that fifteen minute ride home two grown men shared our hopes and dreams as if we were brothers. And the next day, before going to work, I had to make a stop at a medical building. When I was leaving a very elderly and frail woman using a walker was ahead of me at the door. Her middle-age son was behind her giving her additional support. I moved to help with the door when a young man in a Yankee baseball jacket that was coming into the building opened and held the door. As the woman moved slowly through the opened door I heard the son say softly to himself, “Maybe things can change”. And with an equally soft voice the young man said, “Yes we can”.

With all my love and hope,
23 January 2009

the beatles p.s. I love you (1963)

photo: top - street vendor; insert - photo courtesy of lb; bottom on the metro after the inauguration heading out of dc

Monday, January 26, 2009

fork in the road

my recent visit to metro dc was great - the obama inauguration filled me with hope, but as neil sings you can't eat hope. there is plenty of work ahead - not only for mr. obama but for each and every one of us. there is a fork in the road and we better make sure we choose the right path. we have to leave that road to ruin that we've been on for the last eight years (if not longer....)

after ten days of being away there is plenty of work facing me. not much time to blog this morning. but I did want to share a couple things. the first is the new neil young tune in the vid below. listen carefully to the lyrics - thanks ali for the head's up - you were right!

the second is a recommendation of a couple must see exhibits for visitors to washington d.c. (or armchair visits if you aren't heading there) the first is the abraham lincoln exhibit at the national museum of american history. february 12 will mark the 200th anniversary of lincoln's birth; to mark the occasion, the smithsonian has put together a collection of personal items which provide amazing insights into the man and the legend.

the other exhibit that rocked my world is a photography exhibit celebrating the 50th anniversary of photographer robert frank's groundbreaking publication the americans. the exhibit will be at the national museum of art until april 26th.
Using the methods of a storyteller or a poet, Frank sought to capture everything from racial segregation to excess consumption as a stark and lyrical representation of a fast-growing country. From this search came his opus, "The Americans" — a collection of 83 carefully arranged photographs ...
the story frank tells is still powerful and relevant. now 84 frank continues to work and divides his time between new york city and cape breton nova scotia.

photo: juggling a basketball, bowling ball and racquet outside the national museum of american history, washington january 2009.

Saturday, January 24, 2009

voice for peace

meditation stones located outside the friends committee on national legislation headquarters in washington d.c.

the fcnl urges president obama to dedicate his administration to the work of making peace. sounds like a plan - let's all help.

the beautiful song a voice for peace by the late dan fogelberg.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

at last

...our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness...We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus, and nonbelievers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth. And because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace.
President Barack Obama (b. 4 august 1961)
excerpt from inaugural address 20 january 2009

the rest of my photos from inauguration day (or should I say selected photos). don't know if you can see it but there's a little dot on the field of yellow on the map - that is where I was standing on tuesday.
hint: in case you don't know, after you hit play on the slide show, there is a little square with four arrows at the bottom right corner of the flickr show, it comes up when you run the cursor over the area, click on that and you can enlarge the slide show and also get the captions (you will need to run the cursor over the top for that and click show info) - hope that makes sense.

cellphone photographer..... this stance is well just so today....
update 10 am: as I just finished emailing the picture above to the woman in this picture (after showing her the pic I snapped I said I'd be happy to send it to her - and she gave me her card) well, I just checked out the website on her card and learned that she is an artist (among other things) who does wonderful work. if you would like to check out her work go here - who knows maybe there is a patron or two or ten or twenty among mouse readers! by the way, the hand painted obama shirts are AWESOME!

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

I hope you enjoy the first set of photos from our obama inauguration odyssey. these pictures were taken monday 19 january. more to come in the days ahead.

brand new day

yesterday I was one of the approximately 1.5 to 2 million people who was in washington d.c. witnessing history. in a word it was transcendent!

like with many, my inauguration celebration started sunday with the concert that was held on the grounds of the lincoln memorial and as with most, I watched the concert on television (thanks hbo for broadcasting it free!). obama's speech near the end of the event was wonderful. wow! next to obama's speech, my personal highlight was pete playing woody's 'this land is your land' with his grandson tao, bruce springsteen, and a community choir.

on monday morning I left my folks home in northern virginia, hopped on the metro and headed to downtown dc. first stop national airport (I refuse to call it by that other name!) to pick up joan, a friend from cleveland, and escort her into the city. I couldn't have had a better companion for the next two days. joan is an 80-year old african-american woman, who has not only seen a lot of history but has made history. what a blessing to experience obama's inaguration with joan. in terms of our sharing the inauguration experience, we think that higher powers must have been at work - whether those powers are god, the spirit of martin, guardian angels, or fairy magic - who is to say.

this shared journey goes back to mid december when we were both visiting mj. I made a comment about going down to dc for the inauguration - I had no ticket and no real plan. I was just interested in being there to soak in the energy and witness first hand what we've all been working for - the inauguration of president obama (doesn't that sound good!!). joan replied that she had been invited to dc by a local man who is helping restore cleveland hope, but she was reluctant to go alone.

long story short - by the time joan and this gentleman connected it was too late for the full monty (air tickets, hotel, tickets to three events, etc.) so joan thought, 'well, that's that.' then a week ago joan got a call from m, a daughter who lives in new york, saying that she and her family have a place to stay in dc; if joan wanted to go m would get her an airplane ticket and joan could join them at the house of the father of friend right on capitol hill. joan jumped at it. joan called the man in cleveland back with hopes that perhaps he could still get a ticket for her to see the inauguration. he said he could! not only did he get joan a ticket he got 2 tickets!!!! and guess who else was kissed by that angel. yep, your's truly. not only did we get tickets but our tickets were delivered to us - which was another blessing as it was one less line that we had to stand in.

monday afternoon joan and I wandered around the grounds of the capitol and the national mall soaking in all the energy and joy. if a city can sparkle, washington was sparkling. never have I been surrounded by so many smiling, happy people. we talked with people from places near and far, people, who like us, made the pilgrimage to simply witness history. the weather was perfect - it was brisk, but it was sunny and bright and the temperatures, especially compared to cleveland, were down right balmy. one special activity we did on monday was go to part of the special multi-cultural celebration taking place at the national museum of the american indian. after we got back to the house, we found m and her family got in. two members of m's family are kids so after dinner we ended up spending monday evening watching the kids' inaugural celebration which was broadcast on the disney channel. had I not been with children, I would have missed this event. that would have been a loss, it was great fun and my knowledge base of pop kid culture has grown exponentially from the experience!

I knew tuesday was going to be an incredible day when I was awakened at 5 in the morning by the sound of a dozen or more people walking down the street on their way to the capitol singing 'wake up america, wake up.' wake up I did, but I let joan sleep for a bit longer. joan and I hit the street around 7 am to make our way to the yellow gate. once we neared the capitol, what greeted us was like nothing either of us had experienced before. a mass of people and lines that went on for what seemed forever.

later we found the angels who were helping us with this odyssey were still on duty as we found our place in line. although we had two tickets, one ticket was for the seated section and one was for the standing section. we designated a corner to meet at after the ceremony and here's where more angels came in again in our journey. this time the angels took the form of two of the men we were next to in line and whom we made acquaintance. they were seated in the same section as joan; after the ceremony concluded they saw joan and thought she looked lost and perhaps a bit overwhelmed. more long story short, they talked with joan, found out our plan and escorted her our meeting place.

unlike monday the weather yesterday was a bitterly cold, much colder than I expected but the shared anticipation, joy, and warmth generated by the community kept us warm. as I mentioned above the entire experience was transcendent. the music. the crowds. the speeches. being one person among so many who came together for that single purpose to share the hope and to say YES WE DID!

as you might expect I have a ton of photos which I snapped on monday and tuesday. however, since I'm not home this afternoon's project is to find some place where I can transfer my pictures off my card and onto a disc. as soon as I have access to the pictures expect to see a slide show (or two).

sting's brand new day. sting sang this song at the neighborhood inauguration ball which was aired on the tube last night. hopefully in the weeks or days ahead, youtube will have a vid of that performance.

photo: above a sunrise in cleveland, january 2008; insert photos taken with cellphone of pete and our tickets

Monday, January 19, 2009

one love

Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.
Martin Luther King, Jr. (January 15, 1929-April 4,1968)
minister, civil rights leader, 1964 Nobel Peace Prize recipient

in honor of martin luther king, jr day, the mouse presents another song from the playing for change project. the song is one of my all time favorite songs - bob marley's one love and features performances by artists all around the world.

for those who wish to sing along the words:
One Love, One Heart
Let's get together and feel all right
Hear the children crying (One Love)
Hear the children crying (One Heart)
Sayin' give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right
Sayin' let's get together and feel all right

Let them all pass all their dirty remarks (One Love)
There is one question I'd really like to ask (One Heart)
Is there a place for the hopeless sinner
Who has hurt all mankind just to save his own?
Believe me

One Love, One Heart
Let's get together and feel all right
As it was in the beginning (One Love)
So shall it be in the end (One Heart)
Give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right
One more thing

Let's get together to fight this Holy Armageddon (One Love)
So when the Man comes there will be no no doom (One Song)
Have pity on those whose chances grove thinner
There ain't no hiding place from the Father of Creation

Sayin' One Love, One Heart
Let's get together and feel all right
I'm pleading to mankind (One Love)
Oh Lord (One Heart)

Give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right
Let's get together and feel all right

the vid is a segment from pbs' bill moyers journal. if you have fifteen minutes to spare, give yourself a present and watch the entire episode. bill talks with mark johnson, the producer of playing for change, a documentary which explores the transformative power of music - click here to watch. the documentary took ten years to make and is truly a work of the love - a love of humanity. the documentary is only the beginning.....

photo: a view from my window of a new day dawning, cleveland, january 2008.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

stand by me

The good we secure for ourselves is precarious and uncertain until it is secured for all of us and incorporated into our common life.
Jane Addams (1860-1935) activist, first woman to receive nobel peace prize

from the award-winning documentary, playing for change: peace through music. the following song is a cover of stand by me, the ben e. king classic, performed by a variety of musicians around the world who each sang a part of the song as it traveled the globe.

photo: dixie & matilda, cleveland. 2009

Friday, January 16, 2009

cry of the wild goose

in the wake of yesterday's almost tragic bird strike that brought down a us air flight 1549 my bud parker submitted a satirical piece to the huffington post. I made a comment on parker's piece unbeknownst to me the comment magically appeared on the mouse (see below). make sure you check out parker's piece it's a hoot... or should I say a real squak.

photo: canada geese in flight over a frozen lake erie. january 2009

Bush Vows Retaliation Against Canada, UK for Goose Downing of Flight 1549

given the content of warrior w's farewell address last night, canada and england should be extremely cautious and keep those geese under control. good thing the clock is running down on that lame goose.
About George Bush
Read the Article at HuffingtonPost

this note's for you

it is a mystery to how it happened, but a couple days ago this little mouse was noticed by blogger as a blog of note! I am eek-less! it has been exciting (and maybe a little bit intimidating) to see such a spike in the number of hits. I am touched, honored and humbled to read the kind comments about my photos and this little mousehole in cyberspace. thank you!

ironically this happens at the same time that I'm off on a wander. yesterday I made my way to metro dc - a trip with two purposes. one I will get in a much desired visit with my parents (at my age having both parents still on this mortal plane is a special blessing indeed) and second to experience first hand the joy, energy and excitement as history continues to be made.
We can learn from history how past generations thought and acted, how they responded to the demands of their time and how they solved their problems. We can learn by analogy, not by example, for our circumstances will always be different than theirs were. The main thing history can teach us is that human actions have consequences and that certain choices, once made, cannot be undone. They foreclose the possibility of making other choices and thus they determine future events.
gerda lerner (b. 30 april 1920) historian, author and teacher

speaking of history and next week's inauguration, I have to share a picture of john mavroudis' amazing cover which shows historical figures celebrating tuesday's upcoming moment in united states history. the idea was Barack Obama being sworn into office, surrounded by civil rights figures from history. I then thought it would be appropriate to have the late, great Thurgood Marshall do the honors. I then expanded the idea to include civil rights of all kinds (Chief Joseph, Cesar Chavez, Gandhi, Mandela and Biko, Susan B Anthony, Harvey Milk, etc.)... Of course, it can't be all-encompassing. There's not enough pages to accommodate everyone who has helped bring about this wonderful moment. But I wanted to include as many deserving figures as possible. I had my personal favorites: King, Malcolm X, Barbara Jordan, Chief Joseph, Stephen Biko, Henry David Thoreau... many well-known figures appear, but along this journey I found a lot of others that I didn't know too much about... Bayard Rustin, Fred Shuttlesworth, Elizabeth Cady Stanton, William Still, Thomas Garrett and Samuel Burris.
above text from here

following up on a conversation with parker yesterday, I dedicate today's song to him (inside joke but a great song and fits with today's musings) unfortunately this is the only vid I could find of neil doing his song this note's for you. there are a slew of various folks covering the tune, but no one does it like neil!

photo: a sculpture in celebration of the year of the rat, cleveland. june 2008

Thursday, January 15, 2009

sitting, waiting, wishing

She was as nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rockers.
idiom, origin unknown

If man has good corn, or wood, or boards, or pigs to sell, or can make better chairs or knives, crucibles, or church organs, than anybody else, you will find a broad, hard-beaten road to his house, though it be in the woods.
Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882) philosopher, poet, essayist

We all have known good critics, who have stamped out poet's hopes; Good statesmen, who pulled ruin on the state; Good patriots, who, for a theory, risked a cause; Good kings, who disemboweled for a tax; Good Popes, who brought all good to jeopardy; Good Christians, who sat still in easy-chairs; And damned the general world for standing up. Now, may the good God pardon all good men!
Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861) poet, political thinker, and feminist

Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty.
Mother Teresa of Calcutta (1910-1997) activist and founder of missionaries of charity

I had three chairs in my house: one for solitude, two for friendship, three for society.
Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862) American philosopher and naturalist

To achieve true sustainability, we must reduce our 'garbage index" - that which we permanently throw away into the environment that will not be naturally recycled for reuse - to near zero. Productive activities must be organized as closed systems. Minerals and other nonbiodegradable resources, once taken from the ground, must become a part of society's permanent capital stock and be recycled in perpetuity. Organic materials may be disposed into the natural ecosystems, but only in ways that assure that they are absorbed back into the natural production system.
David Korten (b. 1937) author

Ultimately the bond of all companionship, whether in marriage or in friendship, is conversation...
Oscar Wilde (1854-1900) poet, novelist, dramatist and critic

Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man.
Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941) mystic, poet, playwright, novelist- Asia's first Nobel laureate

notes on photos:
1) josephine durkin's art exhibit Tear, Cut, Fold and Lean alexandria, virginia. 2006
2) chair workshop, hancock shaker village massachusetts. june 2007
3) detail of chair at st. theodosius russian orthodox cathedral, cleveland. may 2008
4) friend's little piece of heaven, catskills, new york. summer 2008
5) one of the three chairs in cousin suz's cozy home, pennsylvania. may, 2008
6) arty chair at hessler street fair, cleveland. may 2008
7) human and canine companions, barcelona. march 2007
8) ms. t, cleveland. january 2009

for the mouse readers who are new, you may be scratching your head wondering what are these pictures of chairs? well, chair is the theme for theme thursday. theme thursday is a bit of fun that some of the bloggers in my cyberhood play. regulars include squirrel, lettuce, coffee, colette, megan, tut-tut, and e - on occassion others - sorry if I missed mentioning your names, it's early and I'm feeling like ms t in that pic above right now.

jack johnson performing his sweet tune sitting, waiting, wishing (2005)

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

I am a rock

Once social change begins, it cannot be reversed. You cannot uneducate the person who has learned to read. You cannot humiliate the person who feels pride. You cannot oppress the people who are not afraid anymore. We have seen the future, and the future is ours.
Cesar Chavez (1927-1993) activist, founder national farm workers association

yesterday morning the sun came out and the call was too great; even though there was work to do I headed out to a nearby park for a winter wander. there is nothing quite as exhilarating as to be the first to walk on a snow covered trail...

however, after I hiked for a while I did encounter tracks of an animal who walked the trail before me. at the time I thought they were the tracks of a coyote, but then I checked this site out and think perhaps not. not that I've heard we have coyotes in town, but one can always dream.....

simon & garfunkel I am a rock now this is an early music video!! we've come a long way baby....

photos: a lake erie side park, 12 january 2009

Monday, January 12, 2009

calling all angels

the snow and weather we had over the weekend was perfect for play and making snow angels. unfortunately, if the weather prognosticators are correct only the die-hard snowbunnies will be playing in the snow this week. we are in for an arctic blast. according to accuweather the forecast for friday' in cleveland is: High: 11 °F RealFeel®: -8 °F.

more important than what this week's weather will be is what will the weather will be like next tuesday on inauguration day in washington d.c. accuweather claims it will be brisk, but pleasant: High: 39 °F RealFeel®: 32 °F with periods of clouds and sun.

I wonder if there are weather angels? if so, I hope they will be working overtime to make sure the weather in washington next week is sunny and bright. my intention is to be on the streets of washington next tuesday soaking it all in - - yep, just me and 4 million other expectant, hopeful americans!

lenny kravitz singing calling all angels

photo: the angelic ms t, january 2009

Sunday, January 11, 2009

just gimme some truth

All truths are easy to understand once they are discovered; the point is to discover them.
Galileo Galilei (1564-1642) philosopher, astronomer and mathematician

last weekend friends from up north were in town visiting, I immediately noticed their license plate. I didn't know precisely what satya meant and had to ask. I was informed that satya is a sanskrit word which is means truth and love. knowing the meaning, their custom plate is even more special given the motto for ontario - yours to discover.

wikipedia has a pretty good entry on satya for those curious cats out there. this really struck a chord in my heart "Satya is the benevolent use of words and the mind for the welfare of others." I do believe I've discovered a new mantra....satya

john lennon's classic song 'gimme some truth' although written in 1971 the sentiments of the lyrics still ring true today.

just in case you'd like to sing along:
I'm sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocritics
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
I've had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth

No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of hope
Money for dope
Money for rope

No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of soap
Money for dope
Money for rope

I'm sick to death of seeing things
From tight-lipped, condescending, mamas little chauvinists
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth now

I've had enough of watching scenes
Of schizophrenic, ego-centric, paranoiac, prima-donnas
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth

No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of soap
It's money for dope
Money for rope

Ah, I'm sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocrites
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now

I've had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now

All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth

Saturday, January 10, 2009


One kind word can warm three winter months.
Japanese proverb

perhaps more later right now I hear the snow is calling and it's time for ms t and I to put our boots back on and go outside to play!

tori amos' hauntingly beautiful song winter

Thursday, January 8, 2009

pull up a seat

A bottle of wine contains more philosophy than all the books in the world.
Louis Pasteur (1822-1895) chemist and microbiologist

A good dinner is of great importance to good talk. One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.
Virginia Woolf (1882-1941) novelist and essayist

You shouldn't have to justify your work.
Judy Chicago (b. 1939) artist, author, educator

Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast.
Oscar Wilde (1854-1900) poet, novelist, dramatist and critic,

The dog wags his tail, not for you, but for your bread.
Portuguese Proverb

If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting?
Stephen Levine (b. 1937) poet, author

inspired by a query the coffee messiah posted - "What other drink has a table named after it?" today's theme is table. due to computer woes the coffee messiah most likely won't be playing theme thursday this week. the timing of coffee's computer crash could not have been worse as the coffee messiah picked up a slew of new readers as one of blogger's blogs of note! coffee, we hope your computer woes are resolved in caffeinated time - congratulations on being a blog of note for january 6th! congratuations also to reya her blog the gold puppy was named the blog of note for december 31st!

tom waits performing nighthawks at the diner on the television show soundstage

addendum - in response to colette's comment here's some notes on photos:
1) cafe de flore, favorite hang out of jean-paul and simone; october 2005. paris
2) this year's new year's eve feast. cleveland
3) judy chicago's dinner party @ the brooklyn museum. april 2008. new york city
4) country breakfast at cousin suz's home. may 2008. pennsylvania
5) sidewalk cafe. march 2006. paris
6) installation in honor of a deceased relative at the 2008 day of the dead celebration. cleveland