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.
March 1, 2017 at 8:55 pm (creative writing, culture, ethics, exploring interconnectedness, issues, life, living, politics, random, relationships, Uncategorized, urban life, Writing)
Tags: communication, cooperation, dumb shit people do, fires, Issues, Mexican Americans, people, race relations, real events, relationships, urban living, White Dudes, Writing
Catch a view of, “Life Feels Good” ~ Sunday, December 8, 2013, Winner of Golden Teeth of Camera~ Polish Film Festival in America
December 4, 2013 at 9:42 pm (art, culture, drama, entertainment, exploring interconnectedness, films, Independent film, life, living, movies, people, photography, Poland, random, thinking, Uncategorized)
Tags: 2013, announcement, award, Bryn Mawr Ave, cerebral palsy, CHCE SIĘ ŻYĆ, Chicago, communication, December 8, films, Golden Teeth of Camera, hope, information, life, Life Feels Good, living, Maciej Pieprzyca, movie, movies, overcoming adversity, Polish Film Festival in America, Rosemont, screening, tickets, trailer, winner
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.
INFO & TICKETS: 773.486.9612 WWW.PFFAMERICA.COM
THE SPACE IS VERY LIMITED
Polish Film Festival in America | 1112 N. Milwaukee Ave. | Chicago , IL 60642 | tel:773.486.9612
November 26, 2013 at 3:33 pm (creative writing, culture, entertainment, exploring interconnectedness, fiction, humor, life, music, relationships, Uncategorized, Writing)
Tags: "Ma Bell Intel", #33, 1948, Book, Breakfast Special, children, communicating, communication, exploring interconnectedness, fiction, love story, men, music, novel, relationships, romance, sharing, Snoozer Quinn, Telephone Blues, women, work in progress, Writing
“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.
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.
Breakfast Special #1 https://47whitebuffalo.wordpress.com/2013/04/25/breakfast-special/
August 28, 2013 at 6:46 pm (art, buddhism, creative writing, culture, environment, exploring interconnectedness, life, literary fiction, nature, poetry, random, religion, Uncategorized, Writing)
Tags: art, communication, culture, dreams, emergence, energyscape, environment, ewa, exploring interconnectedness, ink, language, life, nature, pen, people, poem, poetry, random, reality, salamander, Writing
sashaying in a ring of fire
time to wash
catch a snack
mirror and mimic
soak up sun
ever ready to run
refined in fire
slithering through fire
ushers us higher upon the pyre
of dreams of emerging reality
“Salamander” & “emergence” @ewa
August 9, 2010 at 5:15 pm (culture, drama, education, entertainment, ethics, exploring interconnectedness, history, journalism, life, politics, random, Uncategorized)
Tags: communication, current affairs, Democracy Now, ethics, Google, internet, journalism, KKFI, lifestyle, media, Net Neutrality, news, opinion, people, radio, random, Tell Somebody, Tom Kammer, Verizon, world wide web
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
Say it ain’t so, Google! Say it ain’t so!
Awww—-yeah, the truth hurts.
So, what does the internet ‘mean’ to you?
June 30, 2009 at 8:14 pm (art, culture, exploring interconnectedness, fiction, life, literary fiction, random, Uncategorized, Writing)
Tags: art, communication, creative writing, culture, education, fiction, history, life, poetry, random, reading, teaching, thoughts, Viktor Frankl, Writing
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?