Friday, November 28, 2008

Beehive Tradition


Kindness, Grace and I went to the Beehive Tearoom via TRAX last Saturday.   When they were very young (I believe Grace was three or four and Ki a few years older), we began this tradition. Grace and Ki are both Open Classroom kids and Lisa, the owner of the Beehive was (is?) an OC mom.  

I loved indulging their sweeteeth and listening to the world as they know it.




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It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society.
~J. Krishnamurti

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

who knows?

Apparently, Palin's alleged effort to ban books was merely an inquiry, according to factcheck.org and Newsweek.  But Palin's own words demonstrate that she lied when she claimed that her response to Washington was "thanks but no thanks" for the so-called "road to nowhere".  Video of the vp nominee calling the bridge "progress"..when she originally endorsed it (and apparently, kept the federal money). 

Monday, September 8, 2008

Surprises

The right turned the 2008 rhetoric upside down again with Sarah Palin's nomination, once again distracting us from some seriously scary stuff.  

Amy Goodman and two other Democracy Now! folks were arrested last week during the RNC, along with hundreds of other activists and passers-by.  The police raided homes where people were organizing under the title, RNC Welcoming Committee.  Another group, I-Witness, was there to record police behavior during the convention.  Of those arrested, eight were charged with conspiracy to commit acts of terrorism.  They face up to eight years in prison.  

It's not democracy if we can't dissent.  

Today a neighbor sent out a list of the books that then-mayor Sarah Palin requested the local Wassila library to ban.  The list included James and the Giant Peach and the 9th edition of Webster's Collegiate Dictionary. According to TIME, who interviewed Palin's friend and former opponent,
"The librarian was aghast."  That woman, Mary Ellen Baker, couldn't be reached for comment, but news reports from the time show that Palin had threatened to fire Baker for not giving "full support" to the mayor.

This is the woman who is going to rein in Washington?  Get the government out of regular people's lives? 

I don't know what they're doing, but some say Palin is "bringing back the base" and may secure a win for McCain.  A recent poll even showed McCain ahead of Obama.  It's kinda fun, isn't it?  Liking watching a rigged horse race, maybe.  You know it's all a sham, but you can appreciate the moves.

In other news, Gustav did not impact New Orleans like Katrina, but now Ike threatens.  The hurricane battered Cuba with 5-story tsunami high waves.  If it hits the coast it will be the sixth consecutively named hurricane to make contact this season.   

I dreamed about New Orleans last night.  Why are so many who evacuated having such trouble getting home?

And here in Zion, I did something I never thought I'd do--I accompanied Z on a youth chukar hunt sponsored by the Division of Wildlife.  It was a good time, surprisingly enough.  We went with one of the Division guys and his dogs, Jack and Doll.  He was very helpful and a safe hunter.  The dogs were amazing, running with their tongues lolling out of their mouths and then suddenly stopping, completely alert and pointing at a scruff of bush.  A mom and dad and a 10-year old girl also walked with us.  She was a novice but both of her parents are avid outdoors folks--he hunts deer with black-powder muzzleloaders but she prefers her rifle.  I was so relieved to be with pleasant people who knew what they were doing.  My son is one of them. He's an excellent shot and a safe hunter.  He got two birds that are now freezing downstairs.   

When we first got to the site, outside Tooele, I was really nervous.  Then the "educator", Gene, hearing that I was not a shooter, insisted that I shoot some clays with his shotgun.  I shattered the second clay.

I probably won't become a hunter (unless necessity requires it someday), but it meant a lot to Z that I went with him.  And to me.  




Monday, September 1, 2008

Sunday, August 31, 2008

"Storm of the Century"

Hurricane Gustav heads for Louisiana after slamming Cuba.  The mainstream media's primary interest in the storm seems to be how it will affect the Republican National Convention. The Bush/Cheney twin-headed monster will not attend the RNC.  

Meanwhile, Mayor Ray Nagin has issued evacuation warnings and some forecasters suggest that Gustav will be more powerful than Katrina.  Nagin reports that the National Weather Service warns we've never seen a storm with this hurricane's intensity.  Gustav hit Cuba as a Category 4, and is predicted to pick up speed.

The talking heads also are claiming that McCain's announcement of his choice for VP, Alaska Governor Sarah Palin, trumped Obama's speech.  If we're playing gender/race tit-for-tat, I have to disagree, on many levels.  However, I don't have the energy to talk about that right now.

I'm a little more interested in Gustav.  I've read only one article about the storm's impact on Cuba.  Luckily, the death toll was low.  Sadly not so for Gustav's impact on Haiti and Jamaica.  From what I understand, Cuba's coffee crop was devastated. 

In the Gulf Coast, the oil and natural gas industries shut down 3/4 of their operations on Saturday.  Analysts predict that Gustav will create a catastrophe in energy production in the region.

The other day I watched a piece about the people who had rebuilt their homes in Chantilly.   I can't imagine living through the past three years, slowly rebuilding under the mismanagement of FEMA and the predatory behavior of contractors, then having to leave everything behind to another, possibly fiercer storm.  At least Louisiana seems better prepared for Gustav, as far as getting people out.  If Gustav hits with the ferocity expected, however, there is little hope for New Orleans.    

Friday, August 29, 2008

The Rhetoric of Hope

Just about every three election cycles, hope nudges cynicism aside. Though I joined the chant, "Insane Anglo Warlord" along Ronald Wilson Reagan's parade route through Salt Lake City, four years later I found Candidate Reagan much more inspiring than his Democratic rival, the bland Walter Mondale. I wanted to believe Reagan's grandfatherly promises. His old-Hollywood charm, though not convincing, was seductive.

In 1984, after one term of Granddad Ronnie, I cast my first vote for Mondale, the obvious loser. I had deliberated in the ballot booth over my decision, tempted to vote for Angela Davis. At the time, I was assured by older friends that I'd done the right thing in voting for the blander of evils, rather than wasting my vote on a complete impossibility.

Four years later, though Dukakis' campaign included Geraldine Ferraro as his historical lady VP, the democrats lost again and Bushco came to power. I will never forget the incomprehensible cowardice Dukakis displayed when, accused of being a "card-carrying liberal", he did not defend the accusation with pride, and helped the term "liberal" diminish in rhetorical status, exactly the project of the right's attack.

When Candidate Clinton came along, a new-style dem with his powerhouse wife and notorious ladykiller charm, presidential rhetoric shifted again. In 1992, Clinton defeated Bush Sr. by adopting more and more of the right's agenda while carefully packaging himself as the president for change, just as Reagan had packaged himself as a return to family values (and thus, a change from Carter's liberal presidency) three election cycles earlier.

While unconvinced that Candidate Clinton would deliver on his campaign promises, I once again wanted to believe them. He promised he would transform healthcare and that a national conversation about gay rights might finally emerge--he promised to open the military to gays. Of course, I voted for "Slick Willy," a nickname he capably inhabited over his two presidential terms. He introduced the ridiculous "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" policy in response to his promises about gays in the military and quickly set in motion the disastrous ideas that initiated the healthcare crisis with which we continue to struggle today. And Clinton continued to help multinational corporations transform global economic structures, eradicating the rights and subsistence of peoples around the globe.

At the end of Clinton's disappointing reign, and on the heels of a radically evolving global progressive movement, the 2000 election cycle loomed as a pivotal race. A new, independent media was emerging in coalition with the global progressive movement. Internationally, resistance to the policies of organizations like the World Bank and the World Trade Organization was rising with a force that alarmed those profiting from these policies.

We were seeing increasingly brutal attempts to shut down resistance while the new media subverted corporate control of access to information, independently publishing news of progressive resistance across the world.

Four years before the 2000 cycle, the billionaire candidate Ross Perot challenged the two-party system with surprising success. Ralph Nader, also a candidate in 1996, had a solid reputation as a citizen activist and clear thinker, established over decades. When the Greens announced the Nader/LaDuke ticket, the time seemed ripe for truly progressive independent candidates, especially candidates as well-versed in Citizenship as Nader and Winona LaDuke.

The Ralph Nader/Winona LaDuke ticket reinvigorated hope once again. I no longer bought the lesser of evils argument for casting a vote for the democrat. By then I knew my Utah vote had minimal impact, and Nader/LaDuke had a shot, at best, to pull in 5% of the popular vote. I was just tired of evils. This old white guy's in bed with everything bad for the people, but that old white guy's paying for it, so choose the first guy and we'll just hope the savior runs next time.

Nader/LaDuke offered a genuine alternative by openly addressing the real crises in the U.S. at the century's end. Like the 1996 campaigns, the Nader/LaDuke ticket exposed the two-party myth of choice. They called on citizens to take up active citizenship. In a campaign dwarfed by the major parties' monies, Nader/LaDuke took a minute, but significant percentage of the popular vote.

Of course, Nader has been the scapegoat of the democrats ever since, blamed for Al Gore's loss of the presidency to George W. Bush. I take the perspective that the Bushites bought that election fair and square, as the Supreme Court ruled. And then John Kerry helped them steal the 2004 election.

Nader is scapegoated for Bush's reign because he insisted on talking about (and continues to talk about) the corporate underpinnings of today's two-party government. Since 2000, the Bushites have effectively cemented the control of that system by establishing unfettered federal and executive powers. Consider the "change" we've seen since the 2006 election that shifted power to the democrats. What is Nancy Pelosi's first move? Taking impeachment off the table!

But simultaneously, Nader is scapegoated because we'd rather have a fallguy and long for a savior than take responsibility for our own country. Which brings us to 2008.

I voted for Kucinich in the primaries because he is one of the few democrats who doesn't pose as a progressive, he behaves progressively, as his voting record demonstrates. (I know he is too short and too honest to be the president of the United States, but I hope he stays in the senate.) Kucinich used the bulk of his time in the DNC spotlight to exhort us, the citizens of the United States of America, to wake up and understand that our failing economy, our rising prices, dilapidated infrastructure, and disappearing liberties--are the result of the corrupt corporate system we continue to support.

Kucinich's speech ended with an endorsement (if somewhat oblique) of Candidate Obama. I have not entertained voting for Ralph Nader this year, a choice that doesn't reflect any disdain for his campaign. I have considered voting for the Green candidate, Cynthia McKinney. But I've decided that my 2008 vote goes to Barack Obama.

As I've mentioned in the past, I don't think Obama is a savior. But that's exactly why I'm voting for him. His campaign offers the hope, at least rhetorically, that we might stop waiting for the next savior and start taking back our country.

I'm voting for Obama because (unlike "The Decider"), his rhetoric suggests that he sees the presidency as a trust from the American people. Rather than wishing for a dictatorship, Obama is willing to, and capable of taking on the complicated task of leadership. While I'm not sure what Obama's leadership will look like, I know McCain is happy to monger war all over the globe. Today we learn that his leadership might end up in the hands of a self-pronounced "hockey mom" who wants to drill in ANWR.

At the least, Obama's presidency will sound better than a McCain presidency. As a speaker, Obama sounds musical compared to Bush and to most other public figures today. His carefully choreographed campaign presents a highly rational thinker, another quality that suggests at least an intellectual shift from the last eight years. While his courage is yet to be fully tested, so far Obama smears democratic predecessors like Michael Dukakis, and "heroes" like his opponent. He responds to the slams and slurs directly. He calmly refuses to let his family be insulted, or his integrity challenged.

The most persuasive aspect of his campaign is the diverse following of dedicated, educated, and progressive supporters. As Amy Goodman suggests, the hope of Obama's campaign is not that he will save us from corporate politics--clearly he won't--but that the strength of conviction his campaign has inspired in the populace will lead America to demand that, as president, Obama listens and acts in the interest of the people. As citizens, we are responsible for making that happen.

Perhaps I'm choosing the lesser evil, once again, but this time, something else has shifted. The greater evil's threat is so obvious it's almost absurd. While I hear Obama's rhetoric about Afghanistan--need we say Zbignew?--his stance against the war in Iraq is emphatic while McCain has assured us that he's happy with 100 more years of the occupation.

McCain's bad reputation even among his friends, not to mention his ridiculous gaffes and snafoos, confirm my suspicion that the republicans intend to lose (especially given the weird VP choice) and that Bushco won't wander far from the power they've established, regardless of who lives in the White House.

I also was sadly disappointed to hear Obama's DNC acceptance speech "promises" about "alternative" energy sources, which confirms Ralph Nader's indictment of the two-party system as inherently corrupted by corporate interests. I agree with Dennis Kucinich that we need to WAKE UP to that control. But Kucinich's endorsement further challenges me to see Obama's campaign through a hopeful lens.

I can believe that Obama represents the possibility of a different national rhetoric, an opportunity for a new national conversation. I can hope that the supporters he inspired will hold him to his promises throughout his presidency and take responsibility as citizens to be the change they want to see. I can foresee that without doubt, McCain, the ludicrous but sole alternative to Obama, will grind us into dust.

the race

As President, I will tap our natural gas preserves, invest in clean coal technology, and ways to safely harness nuclear power.

~Barack Obama,  DNC, Aug. 28, 2008


Saturday, June 28, 2008

Home

In Czech Republic, I would find myself singing, "Home--is where I want to be, but I guess I'm already there," and I continue to sing it here in Salt Lake City.  

The freakish reality of living in America confounds me.

Yet, I am glad to be here in the vast west.  I know this landscape, here in the desert basin of the former salt lake.  I love the heat and the dry air and the people who occupy my heart.  

  

Friday, June 27, 2008

3

I recently visited my sister's blog, Chaos on the Head, which I have not seen for a while--my loss.

Courtney's most recent post is her response to this blog-challenge:  
Need to list: 3 joys, 3 fears, 3 goals, 3 current obsessions/collections, 3 random, surprising facts about yourself. Tag 5 people at the end of your post by leaving their names. Let them know they are being tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

So she tagged me.  I started this response yesterday, but it's hard to think about these things--well, fears & goals and surprising bits, mainly.   Joys were easy.

3 Joys
1) Toast with almond butter and honey
2) A cool house on a hot day
3) Camping in the high Uintas with G & Z

3 Fears
1)  That I'll never figure out what I'm supposed to be doing.
2)  The North Pole, in all likelihood, will be ice-free this summer.  (ICE FREE!!! THE NORTH POLE!!!)
3)  That it's all over now, and all for oil

3 Goals
1)  To pay attention
2) To write a good book
3) To let my "love be more influential"

3 Current Obsessions/Collections
1)  Photographs
2)  I am obsessed by most things Czech
3)  My obsession with Czech-ness led me on an internet exploration that turned ugly. Last year, a gruesome and complicated crime took place in a town outside Brno, one of the CR's largest cities.  I won't describe it here, but for several ungodly hours, this case became an obsession.  If you want to foul your mind, or if you have no wish to foul your mind but are curious beyond caution, explore this depravity on your own.  

3 Random/Surprising Bits about Me
1)  At one point when I was very young, I danced every day during the summer for several hours.  I danced jazz, modern and ballet.  That summer I danced in point shoes, and my toes would regularly bleed through the pink satin.
2)  One branch of my family can trace its lineage back to Rollo the Viking.  
3)  I believe I have a memory of consciousness prior to acquiring language.

Okay, the end.  Tag: Jen, Hildur, Danna, Jennifer, and Liz.

Monday, June 23, 2008

Back in the U.S.A.

One week and one day.  I am still readjusting.   Zane transformed while I was away.   Beautifully.  

Saturday night, under one of those amazing Utah skies, I waited with Jen for Ani to come on stage.  Then she did  (after a guy from Wales whose name I am at present too lazy to look up); she was lovely and inspiring, as expected.  We waited for an hour in the sun, but with Jen, all is enjoyable.  

Z & G went fishing that day and we had trout for breakfast Sunday.  

This morning I am sitting in the Coffee Garden.  I had a brief conversation with Mr. Brill, whom I only see on the occasion that I find myself in this place.  He is, as ever, very entertaining. He reminded me of my 16-year-old self, the one he knew way back when in the 80's.  According to Brill, I was hyper-aggressive and amusing.  

Here I like the the classical music and the free wi-fi.  And the people watching, kinda.   I miss hearing Czech in the background and the ease with which it allows me to tune out conversations I have no business overhearing.   

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Kadov

I have been in Kadov with the family Tomanova since Monday evening. Vladka, my host, is the mayor of this village and the head of a coalition of 32 villages in this area. She lives here with her husband, Karel called Mike, and their two children, Karel and Katka. Mike is a wood-worker, a fisher, and a welder, which of course, makes me think of Porge.

The family lives in a 4-plex that was built during communism to house farmworkers. (Apparently, since the Czech Republic joined the EU, things have gone downhill for farmers as big corporations dominate the production of food, especially livestock products like milk.) The family (rodina) Tomanova has a fairly spacious, comfortable flat that they have improved by enlarging the bathroom and living area and adding lovely wood paneling. They live in the garden, though, according to Vladka, where they grow everything from lettuce to nectarines. Mike built a garden house where they like to eat. He also made a grill-smoker that I think George would envy.

Tuesday I rode the bus with Katka to school in Chanovice. There I helped a young woman in the info center translate the castle tour and the skanzen tour into English, which felt like contributing something! Yesterday, I slept for the entire day, which I must have needed. I was feeling so run down and rather ill.

Vladka took very good care of me. I feel at home here. She is a very interesting, hardworking woman, about my age. I hope I can do something to contribute to her English learning. Mike said if we come back next year that George, Zane, and I are welcome to stay in Kadov.

I hope we all will be here next year. George and Zane went to Strawberry last weekend and apparently, it snowed Saturday morning. But Zane caught two rainbow trout and one 17-inch brown! Woo-hoo!! I can´t wait to see my boys.

Last week, I wrote in my journal that something was pulling me to Kadov, but I had no idea what it was. On Monday, Vladka said, Life brings us the people we need to meet. I think I was meant to meet her and to spend my last week in the Czech Republic in this little village.

Sunday, June 8, 2008

Projektu Noví Ochí Končí

Not sure I got that title right, but the translation should be Project New Eyes Finishes...

Last night we had our closing party, and it was a fabulous close to this strange adventure.   Sadie designed a beautiful display of the photos Dave took in January of the kids in the Dětský Domov in Kašperský Hory.  She, Luboš, and some other helpers had asked the kids to talk about their photos.  The Czech quotes and English translations were displayed beneath each photo. 
Michael Kaly's project also was displayed.  In Chanovice, he had kids write essays about themselves in English.  

I gave a little speech in broken Czech.  Steve also presented his closing in Czech,
 much less haltingly. 

We had music from Mara, Maya, Martina, and Erin, then Illegal Beagle took the stage.  They rock.  It was great to see them for the first time so far from home.  A Czech metal band called Thin Ice closed the evening.  They had their own muse, a woman dancing in leather studded pants.  Hmmm....

I did not take photographs last night, which was kinda nice.  Dave, Alice, and Lucia went back to the Dětský Domov to take more pictures yesterday and then came to the party last night. With his permission, I'll post some of his images later.  

I stayed in Sušice, after all, and will travel to Kadov tomorrow.  My last week in the Czech Republic will be spent getting to know another Czech family.  I am looking forward to living in the country and learning about life in Kadov.  

Today I said a very tearful farewell to Pavlina and her mother.  I do not understand why I had an impact on them.  Her mother treated me like a daughter and Pavlina told me that I was a second mother to her.  

My mom & dad are on their way to Ghost Ranch.  They suggested that I should post more photos of myself, but I don't have many, really.   Here's one of Sadie, me and Pavlina in the tower of the Mětsky Urad (CityHall) here in Sušice.  


Wednesday, June 4, 2008

More Photos












From top to bottom: James and Símona; Tomaš and James; Maya, Jane, and Erin; Steve and his golden locks; fly-fishing on the Otava; Henry and others at the Socalovna welcoming on Sunday, June 1; Martina; Mouřenec, a 13th century church above Annin--pictured here is the ossuary; Maya, Sam, and Mirka dancing during a language lesson workshop; one of the windows of the Mountain Synagogue in Hartmanice.
 

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

last week of PNE

Well, the young'ns arrived on Sunday with Mike Polacek.  Seeing Henry and Keenan made me miss Zane immensely.  I understand from him that the chickens are thriving, he and G are casting and blasting, and that life in the commons is unsurprisingly weed-focused.  

Here in Sušice, I'm learning more about day-to-day life for Czechs.  I've met a wonderful young woman named Pavlína, whom I hope will be able to return with me to Salt Lake City next 
year.  Her mother has welcomed me with home-cooked meals and big motherly hugs.
 
Our page in the newspaper came out in the paper last week, but the image of me was Pinhead Heather, as you can see.  It matters not. We have another deadline tomorrow for the issue that will be released the weekend I
leave to come home.

Home is sounding sweet these days--real mountains, loved ones, good red wine.   I feel some ambivalence about leaving, of course, and before I leave, more adventures await. 

Tomorrow, I will visit České Krumlov,  which has a reputation as a jewel of a town here in CZ. On Thursday, I will move to Kadov, about five kilometers from Chanovice.  There I will be living with the Mayor of the village, a woman named Vladomíra Tomanová.  

You may notice that all Czech women's names end in ová.   For example, I stayed with the family Trnkovi in Lazny.  Vaček Trnkov is the name of the father and Melina Trnková is the mother's name.  My Czech is laughable, but I'm determined to learn.  

Friday, May 30, 2008

Happy Birthday, Jon!


Now Jon is 41, too!  Yay!  I know there will be a big party at the Glenn house tonight--tomorrow morning for me--and I will be thinking of those beautiful friends of mine back in the City of Salt.   Next May I hope we are celebrating 42 in Czech Republic together!!!

Thursday, May 29, 2008

The Shelley House



















After our rather harrowing day in Hartmanice, we took a crazy road trip with Mark Shelley to the beautiful country home where he lives with his wife, Janete, and their kids, Meagan & Abe. They were exquisite hosts. Their place is like a fairy tale cottage in the woods, surrounded by Janete's magical garden.

They're building a new addition to the house of antique brick. The plan includes an antfarm in the the wall, a bird's nest in Meagan's room, and of course, amazing views of the forest.

Hartmanice







PNE visited Hartmanice on Monday and we held our class in the Synagogue.  Here are a few images of the day, including the PNE '08 group, the Bloch house, and the farm (top two & bottom) where 12 women died on the Death March from Auschwitz.