Who sees a fire in their neighbor’s yard and walks off without doing anything? A young white dude who flips houses for a living, that’s who. Who does something? Hint: It was not a white dude.

For today’s Lunch:
One back yard fence line fire started by~
One older white male neighbor’s smoldering pit fire.
Who burns ‘whatever’ in a pit all day and night long when it’s been dry as hell?
An older white dude used to doing whatever he wants.
Late this morning–after I’d put out seed and water:
One younger white dude living in the house next to the fire starter’s saw the fire reach the wood pile along the fence.
Young white dude did nothing.
He thought it was “a grill thing”.
There is NO grill anywhere in sight in any yard.
It was our Mexican American neighbor, Edgar, who lives on the other side of the block who came to the front door and told me about the fire along the fence separating our yards.
He wanted to know if he could use the hose to put out the fire by the fence.
Together we went to work with shovels and hoses.
His wife called the electric company to alert them to the danger to the electric ‘box’ on the ground
There were English as a second language ‘language’ and location issues.
A map would have been very useful for the person answering the electric company phone. As in for seeing that the addresses on one side a block are on a different street than those on the other side of a block along another street. So much for Google maps if you’re working for the Power and Light Company.
We sorted that communication problem out via my resorting to what is commonly known as “bitch” mode in very loud English.
The Power and Light person kept repeating “Call 911.”
I asked her to call 911–she had the address–because WE , Edgar and I, were busy keeping it contained.
A man from Power and Light came to check the ground electric box.
The fire department did not put in an appearance.
The fire is out.
 
Which neighbors can I do WITHOUT?
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Catch a view of, “Life Feels Good” ~ Sunday, December 8, 2013, Winner of Golden Teeth of Camera~ Polish Film Festival in America

Screening of LIFE FEELS GOOD directed by Maciej Pieprzyca 

2013 GOLDEN TEETH OF CAMERA FOR THE MOST INTERESTING FEATURE FILM

Screening of LIFE FEELS GOOD by Maciej Pieprzyca will take place on Sunday, December 8, 2013 at 4:00 PM. in Muvico Rosemont 18.

SUNDAY, DECEMBER 8 AT 4:00 PM. 
MUVICO ROSEMONT 18 (9701 Bryn Mawr Ave, Rosemont)

Mental disability? Or just a problem with communication? This dilemma determines the fate of Mateusz, a young man suffering from cerebral palsy. Inspired by true events, “Life Feels Good” is a story which gives hope and sends a positive message. The film shows that the power of a strong will makes it possible to overcome adversity, and go beyond one’s own limits to enjoy life, just the way it is. To find happiness, giving up is never an option.

 

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Breakfast Special, #33, “Ma Bell Intel”

“Ma Bell Intel”

Esther propped her feet up on the little green pillow that served no other purpose than that of being the favorite cushion of her heels. Unlike Anton who stood out of sight as far as the phone cord allowed, when she wanted privacy on the kitchen phone, she seated herself within direct line of sight of the main hallway so that she could immediately see anyone coming in her direction from any of the first floor rooms and the front door. At this time of night about the only foreseeable source of interference with her phone conversation with Rosa would be some member of the Neighborhood Watch coming through the door to report an emergency beyond the night’s crew’s ability to address on their own. Considering the extreme unlikely hood of that happening since Anton was already out with the crew making the rounds, Esther was looking forward to an uninterrupted intel sharing chat with Rosa about the tall man who for all intents and purposes was currently living in their Lily’s home space—and about whom Lily wasn’t sharing much intel at the moment.

A quick glance to make sure their agreed upon time had arrived, Esther dialed the number listed in the white pages under Ricardo’s name, and patiently waited for Rosa’s soft, “Hello.”

“Hey there, Rosa. Oh yeah, nice and quiet here too.  All your little house guests doing okay?  Oh heck yes, Julianna and the other girls did a fine job sorting all those clothes. Tomorrow I’ll give them some needle and thread action on some jeans. Boys too, if any are so inclined. So how are things on the first floor? Hmm? That tall man still behavin’ like a gentleman? Ricardo share any intel? He what? The whole day?  Maybe they both on the same wavelength. Hell yes, you make the most of that child care action. That girl got a whole litter of cat curiosity inside her just waiting to jump on the unsuspecting rest of us. Lily say anything about all that? Ahh ha. Oh yeah, dancin’ in the hallway again? Tonight? Well, that’s one form of sweet touch action, I guess. Nope. All intel Anton share be about that Zinn history book he and Sarge both read some time back and been having some serious hard talk about. Anton says it solid evidence Big Man got a mind can play on the same field with Lily. Her numbers action aside, of course. Yes, you’re right about that, Rosa. Esther hear you loud and clear. . . mmmmm.

When Esther and Rosa hung up their phones twenty minutes later, they each gave some serious thought to what they considered the most important things they’d learned via direct experiences about the males of the species over time. Rosa quietly wandered down to the second floor landing midway to the first floor and listened to the sound of music still coming from Lily’s home space. Sitting down on the step to the second floor landing, she lost track of the music while thinking about her little niece’s behavior with the tall gringo and wondering what to make of it. Ricardo wasn’t just unconcerned, he was downright thankful that there was now an extra mind and pair of hands to help deal with Marianna and her mischief, especially on days like today. Rosa couldn’t fault him on that point. It was clear Marianna needed more one to one attention than she or Ricardo had been able to spare under the current circumstances.  Yet with all the people moving through her world every day, Marianna had zeroed in on the very newest and most unknown adult available.  Lily had told her that aside from reading a book with her and making sure Marianna didn’t con Sarge into preparing more food than her little stomach could possibly hold, no matter what the six-year-old claimed, the girl had indeed spent the majority of the time downstairs constantly interacting with him even after she’d returned from helping Esther with “sun rise” projects. It wasn’t lost upon Rosa that this seemed to please Lily in some sense that she hadn’t divulged to Rosa.

Meanwhile, at exactly the same time, Esther made her way to the dark bay window seat that faced Rosa’s house across the snow buried street. Making herself comfortable, she contemplated the fact that her Anton was actually putting forth efforts to develop more than a causal passing acquaintance with a man from a side of the tracks he generally had no interest in visiting. She’d overheard enough of their conversations to realize they were both enjoying being able discuss ideas and books without having to worry about their manner of doing so in regards to proper language usage or any other intellectual formality. Sarge was not put off by Anton’s lapses into what he  called his ‘street chimes’.  She had even heard him occasionally use some of the lingo himself when in the company of certain groups of the neighborhood men. As for Anton, he’d told her outright that he honestly didn’t mind listening to what he called Sarge’s occasional monologues because it was clear the man wasn’trying to play ego games, but just really needed to get his thoughts out of his brain-space. Plus, he always welcomed Anton’s reactions and thoughts with an openness and lack of bias that was prompting Anton to share a great deal more of his own thinking than he generally did with anyone besides Esther and a few other people. Her husband felt like they’d created a certain sort of safe space for speaking their minds without any control or dominance issues—and that was feeling good to Anton especially under the circumstances created by the current weather lockdown.

At about the same moment in time, both women thought along the same lines of: forget whatever Karen’s cat might have dragged into Rosa’s house in the Flats, the important thing now was, what kind of man had their Lily hauled directly into her home and life with no apparent intention of sending him any further on his way.

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Music Notes: Snoozer Quinn, Snoozer’s Telephone Blues

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The legendary guitarist Ed ‘Snoozer’ Quinn (1907-1949) performing ‘Snoozer’s Telephone Blues.’ Recorded by his friend, the cornetist Johnny Wiggs, at the Charity Hospital, New Orleans, in 1948.

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Breakfast Special, #34  https://47whitebuffalo.wordpress.com/2013/12/05/breakfast-special-34-you-can-do-anything-you-want/

Breakfast Special #1 https://47whitebuffalo.wordpress.com/2013/04/25/breakfast-special/

Salamander Emerging

Salamander

sashaying in a ring of fire

purified

rarefied

ensconced

encased

never erased

Salamander

slish, slosh

time to wash

creak, crack

catch a snack

flick, slick

mirror and mimic

stretch mesh

soak up sun

ever ready to run

Salamander

refined in fire

flowering desire

disheveled attire

loving  crier

Salamander

slithering through fire

ushers us higher upon the pyre

of dreams of emerging reality

 

“emergence”

“Salamander” & “emergence” @ewa

“I Don’t Speak Human” by OMNIA–shared, sharing, share.

I had no intentions of posting today until I came across, “I Don’t Speak Human” by OMNIA.  It presents in song a number of things I’ve written about here over time. As ‘we’ are in agreement, I’m sharing. The text below is from the posting on YouTube. If you are in agreement, then share at will.

music and lyrics: SteveSic and Jenny Evans van der Harten
camera and editing: Erwin van DijckFor more info visit us at: http://www.worldofomnia.comor connect via Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/worldofomnia“If the EARTH and the ANIMALS could talk to the HUMAN MONKEYS, this is what they would have to say…”This video production is 100% non-commercial, 100% non-profit… it was created as a Musick/Artistic and Environmental statement.We’re not trying to SELL you something, we’re just trying to TELL you something…Written, performed, directed and produced by OMNIA: the independent band of earth-warriors who created the “PaganFolk” genre: pure acoustic musick that gives a voice to Nature! Filmed on location in the forest where writer/performers SteveSic and Jenny live. Listen to it, enjoy it and SHARE this musical message from Mother Earth and her children with as many human-monkeys as possible!
all music & publishing rights ©PaganScum Records 2013

 

 

“The End of the Internet as We Know it” ???

Oh yes, there are things in motion, again (anyone else recall that long ago government brainstorming for fundraising for their agendas effort to get us to pay a nickel for EVERY email we send? That idea  reminded me of those women who “sell” the toilet paper to people outside of restrooms in some European countries. What a way to make a living.), to put an end to the freedom of the internet waves. From what I’ve heard so far via Democracy Now!’s coverage, Verizon and Google have been cooking up their own menu for world domination via control of information and communication access with what amounts to a violation of Net Neutrality.  Curious about this very very serious issue? Then tune into Tell Somebody hosted by award-winning Tom Klammer on Tuesday at 6pm CST via www.kkfi.org streaming online.

Yes, if the world-wide web is an integral part of your lifestyle then you really ought to hear what Klammer’s guest is clamoring about this Tuesday evening.  This is serious. Be-Aware–you might start clamoring too–real fast! 

Democracy Now!’s recent coverage: http://www.democracynow.org/2010/8/6/verizon_google_enter_reported_deal_for

Google and Verizon

 Say it ain’t so, Google! Say it ain’t so!

Awww—-yeah, the truth hurts.

So, what does the internet ‘mean’ to you?

what is reading?

What is reading? Why do we do it? Does it matter what we read? Is reading a different experience if it involves reading fiction, poetry, science, history, theology, math or the ‘news’?

Do we read in order to get smarter? to improve our vocabulary? to acquire knowledge and learn new things of all sorts? Are we just human computer data collection systems or is there something else in play when we engage in the act of reading? And are ‘words’ the only things that can be read? I think not. We read body language. Hunters read tracks. The weather can be read–no, I do not mean by meterologists or weatherpeople–but by ‘people’ who pay attention to their environment.  All sorts of ‘things’ can be read and deciphered for meaning.

 What are we really doing when we read? Are we searching for meaning? Are we engaging in the same pursuit as Viktor Frankl?

Are we not engaging in the creative process and energy of the universe by immersing ourselves in the words/thoughts/images/understandings of another person or thing? What happens to our consciousness when we ‘read’?  Is that all biology? Electricity between neurons firing with intense rapidity?

What is the role of ‘intention’? Is a writer’s intention the same as what’s meant by Buddhist intention? Is it? Perhaps so when all is said and done. Or not–depending upon contexts?

 Even after the writer does their best to express themselves once the words are sent off into the world, cyberspace, publishers, mailboxes snail and email, well they rather take on a life of their own as they travel and reach their targets–intended and unintended. Does the reader ‘accept’ the words with the same mindframe as the writer? Does it matter?

Why do we strive so hard to communicate with others? Why do some forces do their best to curb communication?

Is reading not an art in itself?

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