Klahowya Chinook Wawa

Paying attention pays off

2011-01-08T15:27:00.001-08:00

10 year old Canadian girl noticed a bright spot where there hadn't been one before.

Quadrantid Meteor

2011-01-04T10:14:00.001-08:00

Quadrantid Meteor
Originally uploaded by Silent Observer

2010-10-14T16:38:00.000-07:00

My father was born here

2010-10-11T08:29:00.000-07:00

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Number 6 or Number 8 Joppa Road, Leith. I'll find out. Come hell, high water or all of the above. A short walk from the North Atlantic.

The good news is

2010-10-11T07:58:00.001-07:00

I can use my jail ID number, my OTIS number, as a password. Who'd guess that. 10 digits, "Best Answer - Chosen by Voters 10^10 = 10 billion".

("KID, HAVE YOU REHABILITATED YOURSELF?")

2010-10-11T07:46:00.000-07:00

Macerated tiny pieces of paper dumped out of my jail ziploc onto my bed searching for the contact info for the boffo immigration firm Nikki Abraham used to get her family Brit. citizenship, on my to-do list. LB, walking away is taking up a lot of of my valuable time. Back on your bike mom. Lake, ho! I wanna Arlo Guthrie kill.

And I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I want to kill. I mean, I wanna, I
wanna kill. Kill. I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood and gore and
guts and veins in my teeth. Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill,
KILL, KILL." And I started jumpin up and down yelling, "KILL, KILL," and
he started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping up and down
yelling, "KILL, KILL." And the sargent came over, pinned a medal on me,
sent me down the hall, said, "You're our boy."

Didn't feel too good about it.

Alice's Restaurant

For The Time Being

2010-09-16T08:50:00.001-07:00

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It's crystal clear in Google Street View. 1735 Graham Avenue Prince Rupert BC V8J 1C7
That's funny. The front door of the house next door is open. I can live here. I'll be on the second floor, what I'd call the top floor. Pan on over to the Pacific. If you'd like to join me on this journey, follow the BC Ferries that will be passing my window here.

My lawyer is the best. I'll take on all comers!

2010-09-02T13:54:00.000-07:00

2010-08-09T11:23:00.000-07:00

Acquainted with grief. Yes. Bon courage, ma vieille! Que je t'aime!

Sing out, sing out to the wild sky

2010-08-09T10:36:00.000-07:00

My profile pic is me in the middle of the Brooklyn Bridge, singing out.

Smack dab in the middle of the Fringe

2009-09-18T22:18:00.001-07:00

Al Jazeera English - Watch Now - Al Jazeera English - Live Streams

2009-09-17T23:46:00.001-07:00

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It's raining in Durban. It's comforting to know that somehow.

http://www.yougrowgirl.com/thedirt/2009/09/10/lets-make-tiny-vaginas-each-one-beautiful-unique/

2009-09-13T07:54:00.001-07:00

http://www.yougrowgirl.com/thedirt/2009/09/10/lets-make-tiny-vaginas-each-one-beautiful-unique/

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Bar none

2009-06-12T16:58:00.000-07:00

You answered my call
in a bar.

Bar none, you are my
favourite daughter.

I would text you but
I have no cellphone.

Rejoicing still, it matters not
who wins tonight, for already

I hold the cup aloft--no, not that one
but you knew that.

My choir

2009-03-04T07:17:00.001-08:00

My daughter's first try at bread making (the lineage continues)

2009-01-27T08:45:00.001-08:00

http://www.flickr.com/photos/25596455@N00/3226406961/?addedcomment=1#comment72157613010112273

Bakerwoman God,
I am your living bread,
Strong, brown Bakerwoman God.
I am your low, soft, and being-shaped loaf.
I am your rising
bread, well-kneaded
by some divine and knotty
pair of knuckles,
by your warm earth hands.
I am bread well-kneaded.

Put me in fire, Bakerwoman God,
put me in your own bright fire.

I am warm, warm as you from fire.
I am white and gold, soft and hard,
brown and round.
I am so warm from fire.

Break me, Bakerwoman God.
I am broken under your caring Word.
Drop me in your special juice in pieces.
Drop me in your blood.
Drunken me in the great red flood.
Self-giving chalices swallow me.
My skin shines in the divine wine.
My face is cup-covered and I drown.

I fall up
in a red pool
in a gold world
where your warm
sunskin hand is there
to catch and hold me.
Bakerwoman God, remake.

--Alla Renee Bozarth
as published in Celebrating Women's Spirituality

1992, The Crossing Press, Freedom CA (June)

MLK Day

2009-01-19T07:31:00.000-08:00

One must go further,
one must go further.

- Kierkegaard
Fear and Trembling

Fachay Book (as in Versace, not my brilliance, thank you Max Rubin) doesn't cut it on MLK Day or 99.4% of the other 365. Music does. You know how on Face Book there's that whatcha doin' thingy? More important--what are you listening to. Me? This:

Image credit to http://www.bluesaccess.com/No_29/butter.html

I bought it in 1965 for $1.98, so I was one of the 200,000 who made this release go viral. I've made a CD so I don't utterly wear it out. Which brings us to tomorrow and the Chicago part. I hadn't known that Paul Butterfield's "Born in Chicago" was what made this release so huge.

http://www.bluesaccess.com/No_29/butter.html

At the end of 1964, on New Year's Eve, Paul Rothchild had taken an excited phone call from Fritz Richmond, a member of the popular Kweskin Jug Band, himself a founder of the Cambridge scene. "We're in Chicago," he said, "and we just heard Paul Butterfield's new band, and it's the greatest thing you've ever heard. Get on a plane right now and get to Chicago." Rothchild took Richmond seriously -- his first record had been with him in 1961 -- and held his musical opinions in high esteem. "So I left the party and flew to Chicago and caught the last set. I walked into Big John's and heard the most amazing thing I'd ever heard in my life. It was the same rush I'd had the first time I heard bluegrass. I said to myself, 'Here is the beginning of another era. This is another turning point in American music's direction.' " ...

Samplers were frequently released by Elektra, usually selling 20,000 to 30,000 copies. But not this one. "This sampler sold 200,000 copies," Rothchild says. "In a three-month period. Jac said, 'What's going on?' And I kept saying to him, 'This tune is going on: "Born in Chicago." Jac, we have a hit band on our hands.' "

So what's Obama spinning for the Inaugural Ball? The Dead.

My dad's birthday

2008-10-22T14:14:00.000-07:00

De begraafplaats van de clan Macnab te Killin

Today would have been my father's 89th birthday. In 1971, his maternal aunt Sandy (Alexandra) Macnab took me to Killin, Scotland, and showed me the Macnab burial ground, where by ancestral right my father can be buried. His ashes currently repose in my brother's apartment. Maybe someday he and I and whomsoever else will revisit Killin and bury summat of me da therein.

Thank you Jacob Baartse http://www.flickr.com/photos/baartse/for permission to use the image.

Channeling David Fife

2008-10-22T12:21:00.000-07:00

The Red Fife at 18 days. Jan Zadoks be my helpmeet and guide. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zadoks_scale

And OMAFRA, even if they get Zadoks' name wrong. Mason jars at night against the slugs and unseasonal cold. It snowed here yesterday. This a.m. minus 7 C with the windchill. They were sagging against the bitter wind so the jars will stay on today. Supposed to warm up to a whole 11 degrees by Saturday. Fingers crossed.

Stone Boat

2008-10-22T12:04:00.001-07:00

Stone Boat
Originally uploaded by photofarmer

We could have used one of these last Saturday. The funny thing is, I was chatting with our neighbour Bernie as dusk fell Sunday. 'Twas then I noticed the humungous boulder in his front yard. His landscaper brought it in on a flatbead from Muskoka and craned it on to his yard. My how I laughed. Not out loud. Not I, descendant of stone farmers. Not I.

Channeling David Fife

2008-10-13T12:28:00.000-07:00

I have three, thriving Red Fife seedlings. I once had 120 lbs of Red Fife flour from Upper Canada Village near Kingston Ontario. It nourished us. Soon I will have more, thanks to friends at our local and organic market.

There is a farm in Vonda, Saskatchewan called Loiselle Organic Family Farm, Canada's Outstanding Organic Farmers of 2007. This is Marc Loiselle in his field of Red Fife.

My mother was raised on a farm in Allan Saskatchewan.

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As you can see, the wheat in my family has not fallen very far from the stalk.

What would Ike do?

2008-09-30T06:49:00.000-07:00

Waiting for the morning bell on the TSX/NYSE and wondering, in these parlous times...how would Ike have handled this crisis?

Flickring assumptions

2008-05-28T09:46:00.000-07:00

Namaste makasinkwe!

Now you know how to greet people in Hindi!

Same old same old, flickr. To you I say, टॉयलेट कहाँ
The day you add Chinook jargon to your greetings will be a day of general rejoicing around this blog.

Daylight

2008-05-24T17:42:00.000-07:00

This is the Daylight Donuts sign in Skiatook, OK. Thanks Wade From Oklahoma http://flickr.com/photos/79704578@N00/for sharing it on flickr with a creative commons licence.

Y'all have yourselves a light day now, y'hear? And y'all come back now and tell momma all about it.

When Morpheus eludes

2008-05-23T02:08:00.000-07:00



Too fucking much, eh? A dollar a letter. I've spent $6.00 and had nothing to show for it but a tummy ache. Wiktionary WOTD 2 November 2007. I tried other faves but they weren't in these mad Irishmen's lexical funland. If your fave is in the dictionary you can email them and ask for it. As if moi...not. As of 5:30 a.m. EDT oxymoronic was still available. But, as I'd just lost my PayPal virginity it seemed unseemly to be greedy.

Is this a good thing?

2008-02-17T10:36:00.000-08:00

Hi Ann.landrey, on behalf of the Welcoming Committee, Welcome to the English Wikiquote!

Yeah it's a good thing. There's a big Wikipedia article on my 3rd cousin twice removed Cosmo Gordon Lang, Archbishop of Canterbury from 1928 to 1942. Presided over the 7th Lambeth Conference. There's one of those telling red lines about his father, John Marshall Lang. Nothing. Just happen to have a comprehensive family genealogy document on him. Now I can put it all up.

Swedenborg in the Summer Sucks

2008-01-16T18:42:00.000-08:00

But ya gotta do what ya gotta do.

Saturday Night

2007-12-29T10:33:00.000-08:00

It's Saturday night and I ain't got nobody. NOT! I love all of youse.
I got some money 'cause I just got paid. NOT. Working on commodifying my labour.

I got the whole world in my hands. Yes I do. Back to making bread.

Happy New Year, 新年好, Feliz Año Nuevo, Nouvelle Année Heureuse, नये साल की हार्दिक शुभकामनायें

Levitation and other feats

2007-12-12T04:18:00.000-08:00

She taught us first to catch
bread dough, tossed through
chilly light in winter
kitchen laughing hours.

You're not here to catch the bread. I can make more. It's now dawning, chilly. Chilly that is if you're not kneading bread. Come, catch bread with me. The best is yet to be.

Decembrists, Arise!

2007-12-05T08:00:00.000-08:00

The Decembrist revolt or the Decembrist uprising (Russian: Восстание декабристов) took place in Imperial Russia on December 14 (December 26 New Style), 1825. Russian army officers led about 3,000 soldiers in a protest against Nicholas I's assumption of the throne after his elder brother Constantine removed himself from the line of succession. Because these events occurred in December, the rebels were called the Decembrists (Dekabristy, Russian: Декабристы). This uprising took place in the Senate Square in St. Petersburg. In 1925, to mark the centenary of the event, it was renamed as Decembrist Square (Ploshchad' Dekabristov, Russian: Площадь Декабристов). The revolt was personally suppressed by Nicholas I of Russia.

No surprises here

2007-11-30T15:06:00.000-08:00

10 letters in word "klootchman": A C H K L M N O O T.
No anagrams for klootchman found in this word list.
However, redemptive moments abound, such as in the random ghetto drive-by.com image generated by "klootchman":

Adventitious

2007-11-30T13:49:00.000-08:00

Sunday November 25 2007, was the last Sunday before Advent. I was in New York City, at St. Mark's Church in-the-Bowery, with maybe 10 other people, for the service. There was a DVD devotion lined up. Yup. No signal. There was the God Beam, beaming down on the very small flock, saying "look". Just friggin' look. Up, down, I don't give a good God damn, just look. I did. Much later, alone in the sanctuary, I took this picture. Thus endeth the technology wonks. Smitten.