February 22, 2017 at 3:51 pm (contemplation, creative writing, culture, environment, Indigenous People, issues, journalism, Lakota, life, living, Native Americans, nature, people, random, relationships, religion, Standing Rock Reservation, Uncategorized, Writing)
Tags: #honortheearth, #NoDAPL, #WaterIsLife, FreeRedFawn, North Dakota, Standing Rock, Water Protectors
Think of Standing Rock Water Protectors Today
Wherever YOU be
When YOU wash your face and hands think of Standing Rock
When YOU bathe your children think of Standing Rock
When YOU clean your food think of Standing Rock
While YOU go about Your day think of Standing Rock
When YOU drink water today think of Standing Rock
When YOU flush your toilet today think of Standing Rock
When YOU shower today think of Standing Rock
When YOU make coffee today think of Standing Rock
When YOU wash clothes today think of Standing Rock
When YOU drink tea today think of Standing Rock
When YOU turn on a hose today think of Standing Rock
When YOU see the sky today think of Standing Rock
When YOU walk on the Earth think of Standing Rock
When YOU are kissed by the wind think of Standing Rock
When YOU think of Standing Rock think of our sisters and brothers Protecting the Water.
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December 22, 2016 at 7:31 am (creative writing, environment, ethics, exploring interconnectedness, history, issues, life, nature, politics, random, searching, Uncategorized, urban life, Writing)
Tags: #honortheearth, #NoDAPL, #WaterIsLife, Advertising, climate change, comment, ExxonMobil, Facebook, Oil, oil spills, public relations, response
Today on FaceBook I had a close encounter with ExxonMobil’s Public Relations Machine via a video advertisement. The following is my comment/feedback/response to said ad:
Okay, I just ‘inquired’ why I’m seeing this ad and got a ‘good’ explanation from Facebook
[thank you, Facebook]–Exxon wants to reach out to people like ‘me’. Well, Exxon you and
your fellow Oil companies ‘reached’ me long ago via the Niger Delta, Ecuador and
Guatemala, and the house down the street where the owners were ‘stuck’ with a gas drill in
their front yard for years, via the oil storage tanks and refinery in the little township two
miles up north where cancer runs rampant, with the oil spill in Alaska, the oil spill in the
Gulf, et al and that’s why I say NO! to Big Oil. #NoDAPL, No to the entire fossil fuel industry,
NO to Exxon’s influence in Politics, NO to an industry with the biggest profits in the world-
-an Industry which destroys the Earth we all live on, attacks people who criticize it, and lies
about Climate Change and truly doesn’t give a damn about people like me. Yeah, I get it,
you’re on a Public Relations Roll. Good luck with that. I guess the upside is that you’re
giving work to some people in advertising, Facebook and everywhere you’re placing these
ads. So you reached out to someone in my demographics. Well, now I’ve reached back.
#WaterIsLife But hey, Exxon, ‘you’ already knew that, didn’t you? Now learn how to
#HonortheEarthbefore it’s too late. I don’t think Mars is ready for Homo sapiens just yet.
Have a nice day. 🙂 .
Ad reference is to ExxonMobil’s #Energy Lives Here ~ “ExxonMobil is a leader in carbon capture and storage” This sponsored video ad appeared on my fb timeline. Perhaps you’ve seen it there or elsewhere.
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December 13, 2016 at 3:40 am (contemplation, creative writing, eating, exploring interconnectedness, life, living, random, Uncategorized, urban life, Writing)
Tags: current events, food, greed, guttonly, holiday season, Issues, monologue, Writing
The upside of accepting an invitation to a social gathering far beyond your comfort zone:
You are reminded why you usually keep as far from the mainstream as possible:
Barefoot half-dressed children old enough to know better writhing on the floor of a busy restaurant while people evade stepping on them on the way to the buffet lines.
Tiny birdlike elderly women repeatedly filling multiple plates with food they nibble but do not eat.
Men of all sizes, ages and races bulking up on a never-ending flow of fried chicken, fake mashed potatoes, and ice cream.
Women of all sizes, ages and races eating a never-ending flow of pizza, ice cream and soda.
Children of all sizes, ages and races playing with enough food to supply all the free lunches for several schools for at least a week.
Employees unable to keep up with clearing plates, tables and filling the buffet stations. Even the flatware disappears moments after it appears.
The streets and parking lot are filled with whales of vehicles large enough to swallow your car whole–and then some. What is the gas mileage for such creations? Never mind–you really do not want to know at the moment.
In addition to all of the above, the promised group conversation is disturbingly disjointed,and disconnected among people who supposedly spend some time reading books for pleasure. “Supposedly” being highly suspect at this point. There is a studious evasion of any discussion of politics, climate change and #NoDAPL Standing Rock—
“It makes us uncomfortable.”
“Besides, what is with those protesters?”
“Why can’t they be like everyone else? No, please, please, don’t answer.”
[What two words am I thinking but not saying–(or writing now)?]
Upon exiting the dysfunctional main stream stress level plummets to acceptable health levels.
Practice polite refusals for future reference until they are part of mental health survival kit and readily available for deployment for evading similar future engagements. After all, It is the ‘season’ when people want to be sooooo sweetly social.
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December 9, 2016 at 2:39 am (creative writing, entertainment, humor, random, Uncategorized, Writing)
Tags: commentary, humor, monologue, Writing
Tonight’s internal monologue.
I find myself overusing two words:
Why do I have the feeling I’m going to run these two words into the ground?
Oh the reality show aka American politics needs a rating boost.
Let’s get an orange to spin the ratings machine.
Four wheel drive can not deal with this spin.
Too much for the snow tires with chains to handle.
Orange Julius for everyone!
No, I want an Orange Crush!
Where’s a tanning machine when you need one?
Easy, easy there’s enough solar energy for all the mainstream news anchors to get a healthy looking tan. You’ll all be a nice even orange tone in no time at all.
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November 20, 2016 at 11:43 pm (contemplation, creative writing, culture, entertainment, ethics, exploring interconnectedness, humor, issues, life, living, people, photography, random, relationships, Uncategorized, Writing)
Tags: Black Friday, corporations, l, living, political influence, relief, shopping, stress, thanksgiving, The Pretender, values, video, Water is Life
Why not take a load off on the day after Thanksgiving, sleep in, then lounge around in your pajamas with family and friends?
Why not have a stress free no shop till you drop day this coming Friday?
Loiter in the living room listening to music, linger over leftovers, binge on favorite flicks, have a pumpkin pie party, play with your kids, spoon with your significant other, do anything but shop.
Take some time out and chill out after all the political reality show insanity–which will probably still be ongoing when you return to the work week on Monday morning. If you need to detox this would be a good time to do it.
Tune out the non-stop advertising triggering your inner shop junkie addiction. Take another route to gift giving this season. Get creative and innovative about experiences, quality time, and engagement with those you love.
Why not give up emptying your wallet into the pockets of corporate CEOs?
Why not donate your time and/or money to a cause that you and a loved one believe in?
Why not spend the time you’d spend shopping for plastic toys actually playing with your children?
Why not invite friends over for a song and dance party as a gift?
And if the corporate profit margins don’t cross the red line in to the black profit margin so what? What does corporate America do besides promote consumerism for its own executive gain? Oh and don’t forget that corporations pour money money money into politics for their own agendas serving only their interests. If you think they’re interested in serving your interests you’re delusional.
When you must shop, why not shop only at small, independent business struggling to compete with chain stores?
It’s all about value and values. What are yours?
One way to create positive change is to change how we spend our money–where, on what and why. Because yes money does talk–and we can direct the discourse when we make ours walk in directions of our choice.
So why not take the stress out of this Thanksgiving and take a time out from the tragic comedy aka political farce. Detox and recharge your personal batteries.
The bottom line is that no one really needs to shop at all this Friday.
Why not stay home and eat bonbons while watching all the episodes of Firefly then Serenity? Or whatever trips your stress relief trap.
Detox. Refresh. Revive.
Oh and drink plenty of water because Water Is Life.
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October 10, 2016 at 3:22 pm (contemplation, creative writing, culture, education, environment, ethics, exploring interconnectedness, issues, life, Native Americans, nature, people, poetry, politics, relationships, religion, Uncategorized, Writing)
Tags: #NoDAPL, Columbus Day, current events, Defenders, Elegy for Paradise, history, Indigenous Day, poem, poetry, RT News video, Standing Rock
Sweet water ripples
falls fruit ripe
lush was paradise
color flows out of the world
what words for this loss
life flows out of the earth
tiniest to largest creature vanishing
words cannot serve this loss
sky closes saturated with human waste
homo sapiens self harms
collateral damage in excess
all life flows out of the earth
In the sixties,
In a Catholic school,
Thou Shall Not Ask:
“Where are all the Indian People?”
On your knees in the corner,
Another pink slip home.
“Where are all the Indigenous People?
At Standing Rock defending the Water, Earth and Sky.
September 28, 2016 at 12:31 am (books, contemplation, creative writing, culture, ethics, fiction, issues, life, literary fiction, random, Uncategorized)
Tags: banned books, books, ethics, novels, reading, Writing
My top choice is Catch-22 by Joseph Heller. The film clip pretty much gives you the lay of the land.
List of commonly banned books in the US via wikipedia.
Sept. 25 to Oct. 1 is banned books week.
Exercise your right to read freely.
Sherman Alexie’s The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian is also one of my favorite bad books. And Kurt Vonneguts’s Slaughterhouse-Five is another dark keeper from the usual banned books suspects. I have to admit that unlike the other two books which make you laugh and cry, Slaughterhouse-Five seriously lacks in the laughs column. But it’s a powerful book about the horror of war.
So what books would you stand up for in the age of manipulative mind control?
August 2, 2016 at 6:23 pm (art, creative writing, culture, entertainment, humor, issues, life, people, play, politics, random, satire, thinking, Uncategorized)
Tags: call for submissions, competition, culture, humor, Issues, Laughter Trumps Hate, MoveOn.org, political comedy, political satire
Hear Ye! Hear Ye!
Roll out your own barrel of laughs.
Try out your chops serving up a hearty dish of political satire.
It’s been brought to my attention that comedians are called to duty at MoveOn.org to slice and dice politics as they deem fit.
There is no entry fee. Everyone is welcome to enter–newbies and hard-core satirists alike. Satire is not required but it’s appreciated. You can be just flat out funny.
But time is running out and you must submit a video by August 11, 2016. So get crackin’ all you wise-arses with bells to ring and whistles to blow!
Rules and submission tools at MoveOn.org.
Get your video rolling ASAP!
May 2, 2016 at 6:09 pm (art, creative writing, culture, education, environment, ethics, exploring interconnectedness, history, journalism, life, living, publishing, random, relationships, searching, thinking, Uncategorized, Writing)
Tags: American, books, Chernobyl, cities, City By City, death, disaster, exploring interconnectedness, Francine Prose, history, Keith Gessen, libraries, library, life, Nobel Prize in Literature, nuclear energy, oral history, reading, Russian, searching, Stefan Bollman, Svetlana Alexievich, unplugged, urban landscapes, Virginia Woolf, Voices from Chernobyl, women, Women Who Write, Women Writers, world wide web, Writing
An interesting thing happens when you unplug from the world-wide web–time expands. Yes it does indeed. Time expands in the sense of all the things you can explore OFFline. Consider what happens when you forget your cellphone and you don’t feel the need to answer every ringtone like Pavlov’s puppies. Oh the freedom from the ring, from the keyboard connected to social media, and everything in the info universe. It can be very liberating–and you realize just how much energy, effort and time you’ve been putting into communication technology. Having been almost constantly online since BEFORE Facebook and twitter were even imagined I discovered a real big break from it all was in order. It’s been the kind of break where I’m on the verge of needing to upgrade my cellphone so that it will ‘work’. Aside from personal connections I have not missed the world-wide web much. I don’t enjoy reading books online–but I adore reading. Writing online has its pros and cons. I’ve discovered that the best way to deal with writer’s block is to actually write with a pen/pencil on paper. Yeah, it works. According the research I suspect it’s because more of your brain is stimulated by using your fine motor skills when using a pen than with using a keyboard. Oh and there’s never a problem with power outages or viruses or hitting the wrong key and sending everything into nowhere-land. Yes, being offline has been very good for my writing. It’s also been good for reading, exploring music, and cooking. Virtual cooking leads to virtual food and that’s inedible no matter what it does to your salivary glands.
When you’re exploring books offline in a library setting interesting things tend to happen–to me anyway. For example, an oversize book cover featuring Virginia Woolf’s profile draws your attention to Stefan Bollman’s Women Who Write, a book of profiles of women writers. Reading Francine Prose’s introduction raises the question of what other women have won the Nobel Prize in Literature since the book’s publication. The answer to this query leads to 2015 Nobel Prize winner Svetlana Alexievich’s Voices from Chernobyl: The Oral History of a Nuclear Disaster. I currently do not know where else you can read anything like this in English. Which leads in turn to the translator, Keith Gessen who is the co-editor of City By City, Dispatches from the American Metropolis. The essays therein present diverse perspectives on the American urban landscape–and they’re anything but boring.
I heartily recommend all these books for your reading table or tablet. Warning: Voices from Chernobyl may break your heart with its love stories. What happens to people who know nothing about the downside of nuclear energy when things go terribly wrong? This is an intensely personal record of what happens. Considering the world in which we live we owe to these people to at least make ourselves aware and informed. Because Blue Skies do not mean all is hunky dory in the radioactive universe. Note: this is also a National Book Critics Circle Award winner for General Nonfiction.
~Virginia Woolf’s profile
~Women Who Write by Stefan Bollman, Francine Prose
~Voices from Chernobyl: The Oral History of a Nuclear Disaster by Svetlana Alexievich
~Translator Keith Gessen
~City By City, Dispatches from the American Metropolis edited by Keith Gessen and Stephen Squibb
Please do feel free to share wherever these dots lead you.
Thanks for engaging here. Your time, energy and virtual presence is very much appreciated–more than ever before.
About Svetlana Alexievich:
Women Who Read Are Dangerous~~(select translation):
February 26, 2015 at 7:20 pm (creative writing, entertainment, humor, life, living, people, random, relationships, thinking, Uncategorized, Writing)
Tags: blogging, children, greetings, guilt, homes, humor, moving, partners, people, random, random thoughts, relationships, resolutions, thinking, Writing
In case you haven’t guessed by now, my new year’s resolution #2 was to get back online and blog. Now don’t get all pissy because it’s #2 instead of #1. Numero uno was checking email for the first time in MONTHS. Yeah, now that I’ve found out all about who’s been naughty and nice, read Christmas Letters to Satan, had a few laughs thanks to Bear and Berit, discovered my offspring INTENDS to put in an appearance on the new home front in a matter of weeks–goddamn it, she’s been gone for YEARS, what’s this prodigal daughter bullshit? Huh? I’m kidding. Okay not so much. Yeah, just kidding. Or not.
Anyway, long overdue greetings to anyone out there who’s paying one whit of attention to what’s NOT been going on in my blogcasa.
Am I supposed to feel guilty about this neglect?
Well, I do.
But–if you all knew what I know–you’d be grateful for the resounding silence here. Oh yeah.
I’ve been debating on what this first post of 2015 should be about for a couple of weeks: the holidays, films, books, horrible current events, –are there ever any wonderful events? I think not. –Sarge and Lily updates (yeah their story is ongoing), random thoughts about old dark British crime dramas such as Wire In the Blood and Touching Evil and what they reveal about the people who write the scripts, etc. . . .
Obviously NONE of the above has been taking up any wall space here. Nope.
I have decided to share one tiny suggestion for anyone considering making a long-term commitment to a significant other of any variety. Yep. There may be fallout from this, but– that’s okay. Feel free to prove me wrong about this notion.
Forget pre-commitment counseling. Forget talking through all your hopes and dreams for a shared future. Don’t bother getting all your duckies in a row. If you really want to know what you’re in for with each other — MOVE.
You read that right–MOVE. As in take all your material shit from one place and put it in another-and see what happens. See who does what–and how they do it. Listen to what’s being said. Who decides what goes where and why. Have you got a leg dragger as a partner in moving crimes? A non-stop whiner? A get the job done no matter what mind working full steam ahead? Is your “other” taking time out for all the other things that need doing–like watching every episode of something called “Haven” nonstop? Who is willing to make midnight runs to empty huge trash bins because there’s NO way the trash truck can haul ALL the bags away at one time? –This requires a certain sense of humor and willingness to fight the wind blowing it all back at you again and again and again. Are you ready to BANISH your partner from the moving site because all they keep saying is: “We’re never going to get this done. Never in a million years.” Frankly, who needs to hear that while getting it done? Hmm? Can you imagine someone saying that while a baby is being born? Better not to go there, right?
Seriously–if you want to get to know someone conduct a major move of worldly goods with them. I think some enterprising spirit could make a mint setting up a couple of abodes for people to ‘practice move’ in and out of in order to find out who their partner really is when it comes down to the nitty-gritty that’s involved in moving. Obviously hiring OTHER people to do the work defeats the purpose–unless your partner does this and leaves you to direct the hired help. That would tell you something important right there, wouldn’t it?
Reusable grocery bags–check.
Full tank of gas–check.
Yeah, I missed you too. Oh come on, why would I lie about it? Huh?
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