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Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Worker at carbon black plant, Sunray, Texas (LOC)

The Library of Congress had paired up with Flickr to post over 3,000 archived photos. There are two sets, one a color set of photos from the 1930's-40's, which this one came from, and the other a black and white set taken in the 1910's mostly of NY city.

This is a really amazing photo project, especially for lovers of history like me. There are lots of "Rosie the Riveter" type shots which are fun to see. A lot of the comments people are leaving include personal memories of family members that I find just as interesting as the photos themselves.

I've only looked at a fraction of the color set from the 30s-40s, but there have been photos of farms and farmers in Nebraska, Texas, Montana, mines and scrap heaps, women working for the war effort, and I've just come upon a series from a Japanese interment camp in CA.

I chose to post this portrait because it is so haunting. Amazing photograph, don't you think?

Friday, January 18, 2008

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I am exhausted. I am not real sure why, since I should be caught up on my sleep since the birth over the weekend. But, my exhaustion tells me otherwise. Oh well.

I have started a post about the birth that I haven't the energy to finish just yet, so in the interest of posting something new, here's a quote that was quoted in the book The Four-Fold Way: Walking the Paths of the Warrior, Teacher, Healer, and Visionary by Angeles Arrien.

Believing that you can be perfect is the fatal imperfection. Believing you're innvulnerable is the ultimate vulnerability. Being a Warrior doesn't mean winning or even succeeding. It means risking and failing and risking again...
Richard Heckler, In Search of the Warrior Spirit

Interestingly, Richard Heckler's book doesn't look like a book some new age wanna-be Native American spiritualist disseminating other culture's philosophy and spirituality to entitled white people would read or quote.

Whatever its true context really is, taken out of context like this, I really like this quote!!

Monday, January 07, 2008

Standing With My Back To A Closed Door

A dear friend of mine recently did something that, while being a good move for him, really hurt me. And in that move of his, something between us snapped clean and won't be put together again.

I know you understand; sometimes something happens and you feel within yourself something shift, and in that instant the world that was, is not now the world that is.

And even though we will continue to be friends, the closeness we enjoyed has already begun to fade and what snapped clean was the bond that held us through all sorts of good and bad times. It's gone now, as is his close presence, and today the emptiness that is the result feels so overwhelming.

Saturday, January 05, 2008

I Will Eat Only One Steak This Year...Over and Over Again

an experience with meredithSo a couple of years ago my friend Brains and I found a bunch of No Meat Tube fliers all over the Hawthorne.

Pretty funny, huh? It seemed like a nice ironic, sci-fi parody of the biotech companies that wanted to inject frog's DNA into tomatoes, or clone sheep for food consumption. Meat tubes...haha. That'll never happen.

Today I read that the FDA is about to approve cloned meat for human consumption. Not quite a meat tube, but just as creepy.

It may be that many will think that I am overreacting, and that cloned meats could be the thing that erases hunger from the world, bringing world peace and brotherly love to all.

Call me a traditionalist. Call me reactionary, I don't care, but I don't think I'll ever get behind cloned meat. I am one of those people who spends her hard earned money on meat that has been able to eat a more proper diet of grains or grass or vegetable matter of one sort or another and got to spend at least part of their life wandering around a yard or a field or Brokeback Mountain. I spend the extra dollars to buy meat that hasn't been pumped full of growth hormones or antibiotics or who knows what. So why then, would someone like me, be interested in eating cloned meat??

It seems very interesting to me, that in the same moment that the Slow Food Movement and the Farm-to-Table movement are growing more popular, when Farmer's Markets in urban centers are becoming more prevalent and trendy, when the Food Network is pumping out new celebuchefs every season, the FDA is rolling out cloned meat.

I certainly would like to see us move towards a sustainable living, hands in the earth kind of eating. I think it is important to be connected to our food in a fundamental way--understanding that this pile of steamed broccoli was once a seed that somebody or some machine planted and watered and fed until it was harvested and shipped to my grocery store for me to purchase. I think it is very important for us not to forget what our meat really was before it landed on our plates.

Come on, people, that chicken fried steak you're eating used to be an ANIMAL that wandered around, if it was very lucky, and mooed about. Maybe your chicken fried steak had hopes and dreams of a life filled with clover fields, lazy days in the sun, warm nights with its herd under a starry sky. Or not; maybe your chicken fried steak had a small brain and was only concerned with eating and pooping. But I am comforted to know it was an animal that had an unique DNA compostion. I don't think I will ever be comforted to think that my steak has 500 exact copies of itself spread throughout the country. To me, that is just a little too unnatural, a little too much like playing with nuclear energy. In this case, I prefer to stick as close to nature as I can.

FDA to clear cloned livestock for consumers and Lawmakers and consumers ask FDA to delay cloning ruling

Tuesday, January 01, 2008

A New Year's Eve Tale For You

Happy New Year!

As you all probably know, my lip is pierced:

documenting me in makeup

What you may not know is that in October I changed the jewelry:

about 2 hrs in--still ready to go

The new jewlery is a barbell shape, like this:

I like it pretty much; sometimes it clanks on my teeth which I know is BAD. For that reason, I had planned to switch it back to the ring sometime in the new year.

When I was home for Christmas last week, I caught a cold. I had chills, a raging sore throat, and 24 hours after the symptoms began, I was beginning a serious sinus infection. I postponed my drive back to OR by a day so that I could take my hippie herbs and supplements to get better. Which I did--at least better enough to get in the car and drive 12 hours.

Once back in Portland, I continued to hibernate and produce copious amounts of phlegm.

On the evening of December 30, I started to notice that my piercing was a little sore. This didn't concern me that much, because my lip tends to swell a bit when I get sick. But as I was getting ready for bed, I noticed just how much my lip had swelled and I got a little nervous. The top of my lip looked a little purple--or was it the light?--and the back of the piercing looked like it was being swallowed into the puffy pinkness of the inside of my lip. Ow. It looked and felt like I had just got pierced. My lip never did that before, and I'm not even that sick anymore! What the fudge, people?

The next morning, New Year's Eve, my lip freaking hurt. It hurt to talk, it hurt to drink, it hurt to eat, it really hurt when I brushed up against it. Still looking a little purplish, still swollen as all hell. I mean, this is what it was like when I first got it pierced, 2 years ago!

This. Was. Not. Good.

When I had the ring and my lip swelled, it was no big deal because there was enough room in the ring for my lip to plump. And the swelling was minimal, no big deal, gone in a day!

I figured that since my new jewelry was a barbell that fit my lip--when it wasn't swollen--now it was acting like a vice against my ballooning lip. Kind of like a rubberband around your fingertip, but much worse.

So I took some ibuprofen, soaked my lip in warm salt water, and headed down to Black Hole Body Piercing.

The guys took a look at my lip and said, "yeah this needs to come out."

And out it came, and it. hurt. SO. BAD!!! Damn! Then he slipped in my ring, and that--hurt--SO--BAD--TOO!!! What the hell--was I getting pierced again?? There were tears in my eyes but I was laughing because my lip ALREADY felt SO MUCH BETTER.

And the nice boys don't charge to change out piercings, so after he swabbed up the blood I got to go home, cash in hand! And by the time I made it out to my car, it didn't hurt to smile, it didn't hurt to talk, and it didn't hurt to eat and drink!

It was like the sun came out and shone its rays of hope and happiness down on me.

So the moral of this New Year's Tale? Giving yourself room to expand will make you feel SO. MUCH. BETTER.