Sunday, November 30, 2008
I've known people who served on the Manson jury for 9 months. I've had friends who were part of the Scott Peterson trial for 9 months. These people, rather than basking in the post-trial limelight and signing lucrative book deals, were basket cases in the end.
A friend of mine told me her mother always got out of jury duty by answering their questions with completely unrelated answers: Like, 'Do you believe in capital punishment?' And the mother would answer: 'I don't think global warming is man-made.' They finally gave up on her.
Last year I waited through the selection process for a triple murder trial. An old man was called up. 'What?' he said to every question. They gave him a hearing device but still, he'd crane his neck and say, 'What?' to every question until they finally released him.
I think it pays to listen to our elders. They seem to know how to navigate this world.
Friday, November 28, 2008
Thursday, November 27, 2008
A few years ago circumstance led us to eat Thanksgivng dinner at a local restaurant. We were waited on by staff who had obviously drawn the short end of the stick. Our particular waitperson had blue hair, trembling hands and thick surgical stockings.
"I'll have everything but the turkey and gravy," I said.
She: We can't do that.
She: Just serve potatoes and vegetables. Each of them would be a-la-carte.
Me: For more money?
She: Yes. Well..a-la-carte.
I'd come prepared. I pulled a plastic bag of sliced tofu turkey from the pocket of my blazer.
Me: Here. Plop this on my plate. Just pretend you cooked it.
She: You want a roll with that?
Me: Is that extra?
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
We don't know what's at the bottom. It may be a sink-hole that will devour us in the night.
(It might not even be a mole since we've never seen it. Maybe it's something more sinister.)
Thursday, November 20, 2008
After the movie was finally over we decided to go to Safeway so I could get a flu shot.
The pharmacist was at lunch so we went next door to an electronic big box store. We were surrounded by electricity. TVs, video cameras, stereos. All going at once. I mean it was in our pores.
That kind of energy upsets my internal ions. I came away crazed. Wanting to go live in a one room cabin with no electricity at all. Just kerosene lamps.
Tell me, am I insane or am I normal?
Artist, Richard Owen has created the earth made from hundreds of plastic water bottles and strung with lighted wires to note continents, oceans and the gyre seen above in yellow.
I came across Richard and his creation as I rounded a building the other night in Santa Cruz and I was able to snap this picture. (fortunately I'd already given up my addiction to plastic water bottles and was carrying a reusable bottle at the time.)
The globe revolves with the wind and is an amazing sight in the dark. Apparently it was a hit at Burning Man this year too, although Richard says it was almost destroyed in the fierce Black Rock Desert winds. Fortunately he was able to "save the planet" and continue its tour.
For more about the North Pacific Gyre check out Richard's website: http://firstname.lastname@example.org/.
The book is a revised and expanded version of their original work released twenty years ago. A book that has touched millions of readers.
Quite amazing! Great job, Laura and Ellen.
(The book, published by HarperCollins is available now at bookstores everywhere and on-line.)
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Austin, Minn. is known as SPAM City. They've added shifts at the Hormel Plant and the workers churn out these gelatinous cans of ham, pork and salt 24/7. Apparently the slaughterhouse next to the plant butchers 19,000 hogs every day just to keep up with our appetites in these hard times.
The 'good old days' are upon us. (have you noticed how pigs we kill are known as hogs? I don't get it.)
Monday, November 17, 2008
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Thursday, November 13, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
But in the end, you can't fool yourself. Here it is, "my book". It really does exist and it's only a 'few years' to completion. (there, proof.)
Everytime someone walks by the front of our house, Annie Bones runs out wagging her tail and barking her head off. I run after her to quiet her down. And there's this person standing there. What am I supposed to do, not speak?
Monday, November 10, 2008
She died today, on stage in Italy. Another voice from my past gone.
Me: Can you help me put a video from You Tube onto my blog?
Irene: Put a what, where?
Me: A video from You Tube onto my blog.
Irene: Maybe Aaron (my son) can help you.
Me: He's at work, 3000 miles away.
Irene: Well, then I'm sure he's more awake than I am.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
It was a night of poetry, music and art, standing room only, an amazing gathering of 400+. A night of incredible energy and spirit that this morning has left me whole.
I am honored to be included in this anthology which is available now in Santa Cruz and nationwide on February 9, 2009.
This book is truly a song worth hearing.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Me: I feel like my heart is about ready to quit beating in my chest.
Irene: Like you're having a heart attack?
Me: No, like I'm tired.
Irene: You should rest.
Me: Rest? Who can rest?
Irene: Why don't you just say you're tired?
Me: It's not my style.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
She talks to anyone who will listen about her days in San Francisco at the Fairmont Hotel and her encounters with Marilyn Monroe, Frank Sinatra and Elvis Presley. She has been in Hackberry since she was a young woman but she talks endlessly about the desert heat and how she can hardly wait to "get out of here".
Part of me though thinks she has the perfect life. Part of her probably agrees.