Saturday, July 31, 2004
Changes
Isn't it strange how seldom we consider changing our perspective until we have to?
Last night I was forced to change the location of my iBook because of a problem with the connection to my computer phone line. That meant dear Ed--whom I'd called from bed--had to move my computer from its normal spot at the table in the front room upstairs to the desk in the back room where I sleep. Now I'm hooked up to our main phone line which is a bit of a pain but at least it works.
Last night it was dark when I made the move so I didn't notice any big change. But when I sat at the desk this afternoon it was as if I'd walked into a strange and wonderful garden. Instead of seeing my accumulated memorabilia when I looked up from my computer, I now saw trees lushly painted in varying shades of summer green, and pink-tinged clouds lazily floating in a silky blue sky. Not only that, I saw birds pecking at mites in the bark of the tree right outside the window. It opened my eyes and my heart.
It makes me wonder what other changes I can make to broaden my perspective?
Last night I was forced to change the location of my iBook because of a problem with the connection to my computer phone line. That meant dear Ed--whom I'd called from bed--had to move my computer from its normal spot at the table in the front room upstairs to the desk in the back room where I sleep. Now I'm hooked up to our main phone line which is a bit of a pain but at least it works.
Last night it was dark when I made the move so I didn't notice any big change. But when I sat at the desk this afternoon it was as if I'd walked into a strange and wonderful garden. Instead of seeing my accumulated memorabilia when I looked up from my computer, I now saw trees lushly painted in varying shades of summer green, and pink-tinged clouds lazily floating in a silky blue sky. Not only that, I saw birds pecking at mites in the bark of the tree right outside the window. It opened my eyes and my heart.
It makes me wonder what other changes I can make to broaden my perspective?
Friday, July 30, 2004
Matrix Theatre photo album is complete
A grey day in Detroit. Relaxing, actually. I did lots of computer work, then scooted down to join Ed for lunch at the Subway (Surprise! Surprise!). Encountered a fine drizzle on the way home but not enough to bother putting on my rain poncho. My Matrix Theatre July 2004 photo album is now complete. I was delighted to have a comment posted from Javon, one of the Matrix gang, saying he'd printed out a picture and had shown my photo album to the rest of his Matrix buddies.
It feels good to have a quiet weekend with no plans. It's been a long time since that's happened. Next weekend I'll be leaving for my annual nine days away at the Michigan Womyn's Music Festival, so quiet time spent with Eddie is precious.
It feels good to have a quiet weekend with no plans. It's been a long time since that's happened. Next weekend I'll be leaving for my annual nine days away at the Michigan Womyn's Music Festival, so quiet time spent with Eddie is precious.
Thursday, July 29, 2004
Marsh Magic
Today Julia joined Sooz and me to sing at the Matrix Theatre's performance of "Marsh Magic" at Detroit's Riverfront Park just downriver of the Ambassador Bridge. I've put up the photos from yesterday's rehearsal at the Rademacher Recreation Center in Southwest Detroit on my Matrix Theatre July 2004 photo album. Please check back tomorrow and I will have added the photos from this evening's performance and fish fry.
I have to pinch myself to see if I'm dreaming when I'm allowed to be part of such creative magic with wonderful kids and caring adults. It's experiences like this that keep me grounded in hope.
I have to pinch myself to see if I'm dreaming when I'm allowed to be part of such creative magic with wonderful kids and caring adults. It's experiences like this that keep me grounded in hope.
No contract yet!
This is a direct quote made to me yesterday by the Michigan Education Association union representative after yet another frustrating attempt to negotiate a contract with the lawyer for the Grosse Pointe Library Board:
"I've been representing public employees since 1970 and this is without a doubt the single worst employer I've ever had to deal with."
That says it all.
We were again picketing and leafleting (photos #1, #2 & #3) in front of the Central branch of the library yesterday afternoon from 5-6:30 PM as the contract negotiations were going on inside the building. I know we're going to get a good contract eventually, but they sure aren't making it easy.
By the way, the union rep also said that the Library Board has managed to float bonds totalling $20 million for their two new library buildings but still say they can't afford to pay the librarians and support staff decent wages with benfits and pensions. Talk about misplaced priorities!
"I've been representing public employees since 1970 and this is without a doubt the single worst employer I've ever had to deal with."
That says it all.
We were again picketing and leafleting (photos #1, #2 & #3) in front of the Central branch of the library yesterday afternoon from 5-6:30 PM as the contract negotiations were going on inside the building. I know we're going to get a good contract eventually, but they sure aren't making it easy.
By the way, the union rep also said that the Library Board has managed to float bonds totalling $20 million for their two new library buildings but still say they can't afford to pay the librarians and support staff decent wages with benfits and pensions. Talk about misplaced priorities!
My take on Kerry, et. al.
Yes, I will do what I can to get George W. Bush and his gang of thugs out of Washington, DC come November, but work to elect John Kerry? I cannot do it. Every time I even consider raising money for Kerry, making phone calls for Kerry, writing a check to Kerry, my stomach turns over and I gag.
My apologies to the Democratic Party, but except for a very few courageous women and men, the rest are bought and paid for by the same multi-national corporations, environmentally-destructive industrial giants, arms manufacturing contractors, sleazy foreign dictators and Washington lobbyists as the Republicans. The main difference is the degree of danger they present to the world and the planet. GWB gets a 10 on a scale of 1-10, with 10 being the most dangerous. But I'd give the Democratic candidate John Kerry at least a 7 and maybe an 8. Both men are comfortable with the US making premptive war on other nations, they are supporters of Ariel Sharon and his Wall of Destruction, and in bed with folks you wouldn't want to know about. Neither one appears to have qualities I look for in leaders, things like truth, integrity, respect for differences, ability to listen, compassion, a broad perspective, commitment to community, non-violent ideology, concern for the weakest, and fiscal responsibility.
Yes, I expect to hold my nose on November 2 and vote for Kerry, but that doesn't mean I'm going out of my way to support him before then. I disagree with the man on just about every issue, but he's still better than what we've got. As just one example of what you can expect with Kerry in the White House, you need look no further than the ghetto holding cell the Democrats have constructed for protestors on the streets of Boston. This is democracy?
Sorry folks, I'd like to be able to get on the Kerry bandwagon, but it isn't likely to happen unless Kerry makes a serious lefthand turn and begins to show some respect for the progressive, anti-war point of view. What a shame that we have such a poor choice. And don't even mention Ralph Nader to me. Now there's a man who has fallen so far down in my estimation that it's hard to imagine I considered him the best candidate in 2000 (not that I necessarily voted for him). His insisting on running this time, even though he and every one else knows he will split the Democratic vote and put us at risk of another four years of Bush & Co. is indefensible. And his accepting campaign contributions and 43,000 signatures to get on the ballot here in Michigan--money and signatures collected by and from Republicans--puts Nader at the bottom of my list of admired public servants. I can only hope that he will have a change of heart and remove himself from the race.
My apologies to the Democratic Party, but except for a very few courageous women and men, the rest are bought and paid for by the same multi-national corporations, environmentally-destructive industrial giants, arms manufacturing contractors, sleazy foreign dictators and Washington lobbyists as the Republicans. The main difference is the degree of danger they present to the world and the planet. GWB gets a 10 on a scale of 1-10, with 10 being the most dangerous. But I'd give the Democratic candidate John Kerry at least a 7 and maybe an 8. Both men are comfortable with the US making premptive war on other nations, they are supporters of Ariel Sharon and his Wall of Destruction, and in bed with folks you wouldn't want to know about. Neither one appears to have qualities I look for in leaders, things like truth, integrity, respect for differences, ability to listen, compassion, a broad perspective, commitment to community, non-violent ideology, concern for the weakest, and fiscal responsibility.
Yes, I expect to hold my nose on November 2 and vote for Kerry, but that doesn't mean I'm going out of my way to support him before then. I disagree with the man on just about every issue, but he's still better than what we've got. As just one example of what you can expect with Kerry in the White House, you need look no further than the ghetto holding cell the Democrats have constructed for protestors on the streets of Boston. This is democracy?
Sorry folks, I'd like to be able to get on the Kerry bandwagon, but it isn't likely to happen unless Kerry makes a serious lefthand turn and begins to show some respect for the progressive, anti-war point of view. What a shame that we have such a poor choice. And don't even mention Ralph Nader to me. Now there's a man who has fallen so far down in my estimation that it's hard to imagine I considered him the best candidate in 2000 (not that I necessarily voted for him). His insisting on running this time, even though he and every one else knows he will split the Democratic vote and put us at risk of another four years of Bush & Co. is indefensible. And his accepting campaign contributions and 43,000 signatures to get on the ballot here in Michigan--money and signatures collected by and from Republicans--puts Nader at the bottom of my list of admired public servants. I can only hope that he will have a change of heart and remove himself from the race.
Bush Plan Excludes Public From Environmental Review
So much of the damage done by the Bush administration never comes before Congress, but instead is instituted through official directives and changes in policy. Even when there is time allowed for "public comments," the public rarely hears about it. PLEASE respond to this request for public comments! I don't know if it makes any difference what we say--I'm getting very disillusioned with our form of "democracy"--but we still need to make the effort.
In these final months of Bush's four years in office, he and his gang of thugs are pushing through every possible policy change that would benefit their high-spending industrial (mining, oil, logging, electric, etc.) campaign contributors. Keep an eye on their ongoing attacks on the enivronment by going to my blog, Bush and the Environment regularly. It contains information I receive five days a week from BushGreenwatch, an excellent environmental watchdog group.
A new directive proposed by the Bush administration would grant broad environmental exemptions to numerous government agencies under the guise of national security. It would also exclude the American public from decisions that can have long-term health and environmental consequences.
Under directives for carrying out the National Environmental Policy Act (NEPA), agencies such as the Coast Guard, Border Patrol, Federal Emergency Management Agency (FEMA) and many others would be given "categorical exemptions" from following federal environmental regulations if they invoke reasons of national security. Such exclusions would enable agencies to conduct activities in secret that could have serious implications for public safety - such as using or storing hazardous chemicals in close proximity to residential areas and schools without letting citizens know about their risk of exposure.
The directive would also allow the degradation of public resources -- such as the building of new roads through national forests for use by the Border Patrol -- with no input from the public whatsoever. While these agencies would still have to conduct environmental reviews before taking action, those reviews would not be subject to public scrutiny or public comment. [1]
"This rule is just one example of how the Bush administration uses 9/11 and the threat of terrorism generally to instill fear and basically prevent the public from learning what it has a right to know," Brian Segee, associate counsel for Defenders of Wildlife, told BushGreenwatch.
"There are legitimate reasons to keep some information secret," he said. "But these should be narrowly defined. Does the fact that Border Patrol is blazing a road through a national forest need to be kept secret? We don't think so."
Segee submitted a nine-page letter to the Department of Homeland Security criticizing the proposed directive on behalf of Defenders of Wildlife, the Ocean Conservancy and the National Audubon Society. The Natural Resources Defense Council also submitted detailed comments, asking that certain exclusions -- such as those related to the disposal of hazardous wastes -- be deleted from the document. [2]
The period for submitting comments to the Department of Homeland Security has been extended until August 16.
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TAKE ACTION
Comments may be faxed to 202-772-9749 or sent via email to ADMIN-S&E@hq.dhs.gov.
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SOURCES:
[1] Department of Homeland Security website.
[2] NRDC letter, Jul. 14, 2004, Defenders of Wildlife letter, Jul. 14, 2004.
from BushGreenwatch, July 28, 2004
In these final months of Bush's four years in office, he and his gang of thugs are pushing through every possible policy change that would benefit their high-spending industrial (mining, oil, logging, electric, etc.) campaign contributors. Keep an eye on their ongoing attacks on the enivronment by going to my blog, Bush and the Environment regularly. It contains information I receive five days a week from BushGreenwatch, an excellent environmental watchdog group.
A new directive proposed by the Bush administration would grant broad environmental exemptions to numerous government agencies under the guise of national security. It would also exclude the American public from decisions that can have long-term health and environmental consequences.
Under directives for carrying out the National Environmental Policy Act (NEPA), agencies such as the Coast Guard, Border Patrol, Federal Emergency Management Agency (FEMA) and many others would be given "categorical exemptions" from following federal environmental regulations if they invoke reasons of national security. Such exclusions would enable agencies to conduct activities in secret that could have serious implications for public safety - such as using or storing hazardous chemicals in close proximity to residential areas and schools without letting citizens know about their risk of exposure.
The directive would also allow the degradation of public resources -- such as the building of new roads through national forests for use by the Border Patrol -- with no input from the public whatsoever. While these agencies would still have to conduct environmental reviews before taking action, those reviews would not be subject to public scrutiny or public comment. [1]
"This rule is just one example of how the Bush administration uses 9/11 and the threat of terrorism generally to instill fear and basically prevent the public from learning what it has a right to know," Brian Segee, associate counsel for Defenders of Wildlife, told BushGreenwatch.
"There are legitimate reasons to keep some information secret," he said. "But these should be narrowly defined. Does the fact that Border Patrol is blazing a road through a national forest need to be kept secret? We don't think so."
Segee submitted a nine-page letter to the Department of Homeland Security criticizing the proposed directive on behalf of Defenders of Wildlife, the Ocean Conservancy and the National Audubon Society. The Natural Resources Defense Council also submitted detailed comments, asking that certain exclusions -- such as those related to the disposal of hazardous wastes -- be deleted from the document. [2]
The period for submitting comments to the Department of Homeland Security has been extended until August 16.
###
TAKE ACTION
Comments may be faxed to 202-772-9749 or sent via email to ADMIN-S&E@hq.dhs.gov.
###
SOURCES:
[1] Department of Homeland Security website.
[2] NRDC letter, Jul. 14, 2004, Defenders of Wildlife letter, Jul. 14, 2004.
from BushGreenwatch, July 28, 2004
Wednesday, July 28, 2004
A tired puppy
Dear readers, I have lots of pictures from two events that I attended today. The first was an outdoor rehearsal of Matrix Theatre's interactive play, "Marsh Magic," involving kids from a recreation center in Southwest Detroit. Sooz and I accompanied them with songs from "O Beautiful Gaia", as we have done many times before. Tomorrow evening we'll be putting on the show for a large gathering of folks at a River-Keepers' fish fry picnic at a park on the Detroit River.
After a brief stop at home for a little nourishment, I scooted down to the library at 5 PM for another hour and a half of picketing while contract negotiations were taking place inside. Then Ed and I walk/scooted to a local restaurant for dinner. I scooted along the lake on my way home, and now--at 9 PM--have reached the bottom of my well of energy. Maybe it was being out in the sun all day, or maybe I'm still recovering from my active weekend away, but whatever it is all I want to do is go to bed. So I am.
I'll catch up with my blog tomorrow.
After a brief stop at home for a little nourishment, I scooted down to the library at 5 PM for another hour and a half of picketing while contract negotiations were taking place inside. Then Ed and I walk/scooted to a local restaurant for dinner. I scooted along the lake on my way home, and now--at 9 PM--have reached the bottom of my well of energy. Maybe it was being out in the sun all day, or maybe I'm still recovering from my active weekend away, but whatever it is all I want to do is go to bed. So I am.
I'll catch up with my blog tomorrow.
NWMF 2004 photo-journal
My National Women's Music Festival 2004 photo-journal is up and running. By the way, I revised the text a bit since yesterday.
Tuesday, July 27, 2004
Thinking outside the box
I don't know if I'd mentioned that dear Sojourner, my new handicap-accessible minivan, has had a bothersome problem since I bought her last May. Even though it is fitted with hand controls, I prefer using the foot controls. The problem is that the gas pedal is too far off the floor for my short legs and size 5 foot, meaning I always have to keep my leg elevated through shear muscle power in order to hold down the pedal. It doesn't really get to me except on trips over 50 miles or so. But knowing I'll be driving by myself to the Michigan Womyn's Music Festival--about four and a half hours each way--I'd begun to try to find ways to correct the problem. I guess if you are tall and have long legs and relatively large feet, the accelerator would work fine for you, but being 4'10" puts me at a distinct disadvantage. One size DOESN'T fit all!
Through online research and talking to my local mobility store that converts minivans and vans into handicap-accessible vehicles, I discovered an item called "pedal extenders." These contraptions fit onto the existing gas and brake pedals and make them stand out an additional 2-5". Yesterday I talked with a distributor in California who assured me that his pedal extenders would take care of my problem. When I looked at the photos he emailed me, I wasn't so sure. They are mainly designed to help short-statured drivers become safer by allowing them to sit 10" behind the steering wheel so they won't be crushed if the air bag deploys. But in terms of extending the pedals closer to the floor? Maybe yes and maybe no.
So after working out with Matt today at the gym and then having lunch with Ed at the Subway next door, I came up with the idea of seeing if a couple of books on the floor might do the trick. Ed got one of his rarely-used medical books and a calculas text, taped them together with packing tape, then taped them to the movable platform that acts as my floor on the driver's side, and VOILA! It works like a charm!!!
For the first time since I used to drive VW bugs, I can rest my heel on the floor and push the gas pedal down with little effort. It's also easier to hit the brakes. If this adaptation continues to work, I could drive comfortably across the country by myself. Now THAT is freedom!
Through online research and talking to my local mobility store that converts minivans and vans into handicap-accessible vehicles, I discovered an item called "pedal extenders." These contraptions fit onto the existing gas and brake pedals and make them stand out an additional 2-5". Yesterday I talked with a distributor in California who assured me that his pedal extenders would take care of my problem. When I looked at the photos he emailed me, I wasn't so sure. They are mainly designed to help short-statured drivers become safer by allowing them to sit 10" behind the steering wheel so they won't be crushed if the air bag deploys. But in terms of extending the pedals closer to the floor? Maybe yes and maybe no.
So after working out with Matt today at the gym and then having lunch with Ed at the Subway next door, I came up with the idea of seeing if a couple of books on the floor might do the trick. Ed got one of his rarely-used medical books and a calculas text, taped them together with packing tape, then taped them to the movable platform that acts as my floor on the driver's side, and VOILA! It works like a charm!!!
For the first time since I used to drive VW bugs, I can rest my heel on the floor and push the gas pedal down with little effort. It's also easier to hit the brakes. If this adaptation continues to work, I could drive comfortably across the country by myself. Now THAT is freedom!
Monday, July 26, 2004
National Women's Music Festival
Do you know what was hands-down the most fun of my entire four days away? The drive up and back! Not that I didn't have fun at the National Women's Music Festival, but those five hours traveling down to Columbus, Ohio on Thursday and the four hours coming home yesterday with my friends Penny Hackett-Evans, Peg/Sooz Collins and Judy Drylie were absolutely fantastic! Like an extended sleepover, we really let our hair down and talked about things I haven't talked about with my girlfriends since I was 13. Nothing was too personal, too controversial, too politically-incorrect or too silly to be discussed. And we sang and sang and sang. What a kick!
On the journey down, one of our topics of discussion was "What would you like to happen at the festival?" Judy wanted to have fun, Sooz wanted to know that women are working to get Bush out of office, Penny wanted to have a "high" similar to the one she'd had when she first played in the drumsong orchestra with Ubaka Hill at Michigan, and I wanted to dance LOTS AND LOTS. In one way or another we each got our wish.
This was a more challenging National Women's Music Festival than usual. It was held at a new location--Ohio State University--and the organizers had been through tough times with three different festival producers in one year. But it was the 30th anniversary of this icon of women's music, and that made it very special. Perhaps the most special moment of the whole weekend was when we learned that every single solitary performer was performing for free as their gift to the festival! And we had some of the most loved and respected performers of women's music and comedy: folks like Ubaka Hill, Alix Olson, Margie Adam, Cris Williamson, Suzanne Westerhoefer, Pamela Means, Tret Fure, Kara Barnard and Wishing Chair, Jamie Anderson, Lisa Koch, Ember Swift, Zoe Lewis, Vickie Shaw and Sister Funk.
For me, there was one serious challenge regarding accessibility. My "handicap-accessible" shower had no hand rails and the built-in seat was so far removed from the shower controls that I had to stand up (when I was soapy) and walk over to get the shower hose while trying to hold onto the wall; I came very close to falling. Ohio State needs to install hand rails in the showers of their accessible dorm rooms, or at least provide a shower chair if they want to stop putting disabled folks at risk.
Part of what made things especially hard was my tendency to compare OSU with Ball State University in Muncie, Indiana where I'd attended my 3rd, 4th, 5th and 6th festivals. That university is a national award-winner for its campus-wide accessibility. But except for the dangerous shower situation at OSU, my other accessibility needs were met. Most of the doors had automatic door-openers, including the one to my dorm room. All the restrooms had handicap-accessible stalls and there were curb-cuts on the streets throughout the campus. To be honest, my dorm room was even more comfortable than the ones I'd had at Ball State--it had a sitting room with a couch and desk, a microwave oven and small refrigerator, as well as a separate bedroom with two twin beds.
But having a new venue meant lots of other comparisons were being made as well.
For instance, the cafeteria at Ball State had been excellent, with numerous stations for different types of homecooked food. We'd also had it totally to ourselves, so meal time was an opportunity to meet new people and/or visit with old friends. A real sense of community was formed there. The cafeteria was also the setting for our late-night Goddess Jam concerts and you could always buy snacks, pop, juices, desserts and sandwiches to nibble on while you listened to festi-goers perform.
At Ohio State University, the cafeteria was only open for breakfast, lunch and dinner...and it was full of young people attending cheerleading camps, church missionary programs, cultural exchanges and sports camps. It wasn't air-conditioned and was especially steamy on Thursday. It was near the dorm but a good hike from the Ohio Union and Wiegel Auditorium where everything else was happening. They charged a flat rate for each meal, and many of us had paid for meal cards when we'd sent in our registration. I ended up eating only two dinners and one breakfast there, as the food wasn't especially good, the choices were limited--one vegetarian entree per meal in addition to a nice salad bar--and it was too far off the beaten track to bother with. I ate most of my meals at the food court in the Ohio Union which had lots of good choices and reasonable prices. Unfortunately, though, there was no late-night snacking because the food court closed after dinner. So on Friday night, Penny, Sooz and I found a local diner on High Street across the street from the campus, and shared a falafel sandwich, fried onion rings and Sooz had a donut. It reminded me of going to Tops Drive-In on Lee Highway across from my high school after night football games in the late '50s. Lots of fun!
And, although I wasn't originally enthusiastic about the workshops being offered, I ended up attending several that were enjoyable, involved wonderful women, and gave me new information and creative ideas.
I attended a Music Reading Made Easy workshop, a superb poetry-writing workshop, two Sacred Circle singing workshops, and one rehearsal of Wahru's Drum Orchestra. The Sacred Circle singing workshops planted the seed of an idea that I could start such a group here in the Detroit area. When I mentioned the idea to my friends in the car coming home, they were most enthusiastic. It's a pretty simple proposition, actually: I just get the word out to my women's singing groups, open my home once a month (we're thinking of having it from 3-5 PM on the second Sunday of every month starting in October), and have some chants and short songs ready to start us off. I plan to bring a tape recorder to the Michigan Womyn's Music Festival so I can tape Coco's and Linda's Sacred Song Circle that is held Tuesday-Saturday mornings in the sacred grove. And, of course, each woman who joins us here in Detroit will bring (or compose) her own favorite chants and simple songs. Singing in circle like this, with no sheets of music to get in the way, or need to learn set harmonies (women are invited to create their own harmonies in song circles) helped me see what I've been missing. This is the way I like to sing.
Another gift of the weekend was seeing lots of women whom I've known at festivals over the years. In addition to festi-goers and craftswomen, I enjoyed reconnecting with Jamie Anderson, Wahru, Zoe Lewis, Alix Olson and Pamela Means. Alix surprised me by recognizing me and remembering my name on the Saturday night SheRocks! stage. As she was taking her bows, she grinned and said, "There's Raging Granny Patricia!" Then she, Pamela Means and I had a delightful conversation during the H.I.S. Drag King show later that night. Alix and Pamela are now on tour in Sweden, knocking them dead, I'm sure. I'll be seeing them again on the Night Stage at the Michigan Womyn's Music Festival two weeks from this Wednesday!
If I were to choose my favorite concert of the four days, it would have to be the Saturday night SheRocks! concert that was held from 8-11 PM in the East Ballroom of the Ohio Union. Not only did Pamela Means perform solo with vocals and guitar, but she also teamed up with Alix Olson as Alix performed two poems. The second--a truthtelling one called "Pirates" that articulates all that the Bush administration has brought to our nation and the world in the past four years--reinforced my respect for this young woman who sees it like it is and tells it like a hammer nailed into your heart. They were followed by two bands--Swank with Mary Player from Cleveland and Toronto, and Sister Funk from Connecticut--that had me up on my feet from the first note until the last. Zowie!!! What musicians and what a beat! Mary Player, an older African-American R&B guitarist, positively blew me away.
I gave myself permission to stand out from the crowd whenever I felt called to do so. That meant standing up to dance when so inclined, performing with Wahru's Drum Orchestra on Sunday, parking my scooter where I could see--sometimes meaning I was right under the stage--and scooting up to give a dollar bill to the MC at the H.I.S. Drag King show late Saturday night. I was also perfectly comfortable being hidden from view, as at the Main Stage concerts where the disabled seating was in the last row of Wiegel Auditorium. I liked being up there because I could stand and dance without having to worry about blocking anyone's view. Whether hidden or out in the open, I felt totally free to be myself.
One of Ohio State's advantages over Ball State was having the crafts area right in the middle of things. I was delighted to see my favorite textile artist, Helen, was there with her Down Cellar Clothing. I found a new purple-blue jacket to replace the purple one I'd bought from her three years ago that is now looking pretty worn. Eddie had given me birthday $$ for "non-necessary" purchases, so I also bought a lovely Australian fire opal silver pendant on a chain. I tried to find tie-dyed leggings for my friend Rima's 60th birthday present, but Willow Moon didn't have any long pants with them. They promised to have a good selection at the Michigan festival, though. And after seeing Sooz having a tarot reading with Chris Rivers, I opted to do the same thing. It was most interesting, especially when the card I turned up to represent my life right now was the Moonwatcher from the Matriarchal Clan. Chris described it as the most powerful card in the entire deck, and said it meant I was currently at the height of my powers. She said I was destined to be a transformative agent in today's world. As I say, it was interesting.
All in all, it was a good festival for me. And I definitely got my wish. I doubt if anyone danced more than I did!
By the way, I've completed the first stage in preparing my digital photos to go online, so in the next day or two, you'll have a new festival photo album to peruse.
On the journey down, one of our topics of discussion was "What would you like to happen at the festival?" Judy wanted to have fun, Sooz wanted to know that women are working to get Bush out of office, Penny wanted to have a "high" similar to the one she'd had when she first played in the drumsong orchestra with Ubaka Hill at Michigan, and I wanted to dance LOTS AND LOTS. In one way or another we each got our wish.
This was a more challenging National Women's Music Festival than usual. It was held at a new location--Ohio State University--and the organizers had been through tough times with three different festival producers in one year. But it was the 30th anniversary of this icon of women's music, and that made it very special. Perhaps the most special moment of the whole weekend was when we learned that every single solitary performer was performing for free as their gift to the festival! And we had some of the most loved and respected performers of women's music and comedy: folks like Ubaka Hill, Alix Olson, Margie Adam, Cris Williamson, Suzanne Westerhoefer, Pamela Means, Tret Fure, Kara Barnard and Wishing Chair, Jamie Anderson, Lisa Koch, Ember Swift, Zoe Lewis, Vickie Shaw and Sister Funk.
For me, there was one serious challenge regarding accessibility. My "handicap-accessible" shower had no hand rails and the built-in seat was so far removed from the shower controls that I had to stand up (when I was soapy) and walk over to get the shower hose while trying to hold onto the wall; I came very close to falling. Ohio State needs to install hand rails in the showers of their accessible dorm rooms, or at least provide a shower chair if they want to stop putting disabled folks at risk.
Part of what made things especially hard was my tendency to compare OSU with Ball State University in Muncie, Indiana where I'd attended my 3rd, 4th, 5th and 6th festivals. That university is a national award-winner for its campus-wide accessibility. But except for the dangerous shower situation at OSU, my other accessibility needs were met. Most of the doors had automatic door-openers, including the one to my dorm room. All the restrooms had handicap-accessible stalls and there were curb-cuts on the streets throughout the campus. To be honest, my dorm room was even more comfortable than the ones I'd had at Ball State--it had a sitting room with a couch and desk, a microwave oven and small refrigerator, as well as a separate bedroom with two twin beds.
But having a new venue meant lots of other comparisons were being made as well.
For instance, the cafeteria at Ball State had been excellent, with numerous stations for different types of homecooked food. We'd also had it totally to ourselves, so meal time was an opportunity to meet new people and/or visit with old friends. A real sense of community was formed there. The cafeteria was also the setting for our late-night Goddess Jam concerts and you could always buy snacks, pop, juices, desserts and sandwiches to nibble on while you listened to festi-goers perform.
At Ohio State University, the cafeteria was only open for breakfast, lunch and dinner...and it was full of young people attending cheerleading camps, church missionary programs, cultural exchanges and sports camps. It wasn't air-conditioned and was especially steamy on Thursday. It was near the dorm but a good hike from the Ohio Union and Wiegel Auditorium where everything else was happening. They charged a flat rate for each meal, and many of us had paid for meal cards when we'd sent in our registration. I ended up eating only two dinners and one breakfast there, as the food wasn't especially good, the choices were limited--one vegetarian entree per meal in addition to a nice salad bar--and it was too far off the beaten track to bother with. I ate most of my meals at the food court in the Ohio Union which had lots of good choices and reasonable prices. Unfortunately, though, there was no late-night snacking because the food court closed after dinner. So on Friday night, Penny, Sooz and I found a local diner on High Street across the street from the campus, and shared a falafel sandwich, fried onion rings and Sooz had a donut. It reminded me of going to Tops Drive-In on Lee Highway across from my high school after night football games in the late '50s. Lots of fun!
And, although I wasn't originally enthusiastic about the workshops being offered, I ended up attending several that were enjoyable, involved wonderful women, and gave me new information and creative ideas.
I attended a Music Reading Made Easy workshop, a superb poetry-writing workshop, two Sacred Circle singing workshops, and one rehearsal of Wahru's Drum Orchestra. The Sacred Circle singing workshops planted the seed of an idea that I could start such a group here in the Detroit area. When I mentioned the idea to my friends in the car coming home, they were most enthusiastic. It's a pretty simple proposition, actually: I just get the word out to my women's singing groups, open my home once a month (we're thinking of having it from 3-5 PM on the second Sunday of every month starting in October), and have some chants and short songs ready to start us off. I plan to bring a tape recorder to the Michigan Womyn's Music Festival so I can tape Coco's and Linda's Sacred Song Circle that is held Tuesday-Saturday mornings in the sacred grove. And, of course, each woman who joins us here in Detroit will bring (or compose) her own favorite chants and simple songs. Singing in circle like this, with no sheets of music to get in the way, or need to learn set harmonies (women are invited to create their own harmonies in song circles) helped me see what I've been missing. This is the way I like to sing.
Another gift of the weekend was seeing lots of women whom I've known at festivals over the years. In addition to festi-goers and craftswomen, I enjoyed reconnecting with Jamie Anderson, Wahru, Zoe Lewis, Alix Olson and Pamela Means. Alix surprised me by recognizing me and remembering my name on the Saturday night SheRocks! stage. As she was taking her bows, she grinned and said, "There's Raging Granny Patricia!" Then she, Pamela Means and I had a delightful conversation during the H.I.S. Drag King show later that night. Alix and Pamela are now on tour in Sweden, knocking them dead, I'm sure. I'll be seeing them again on the Night Stage at the Michigan Womyn's Music Festival two weeks from this Wednesday!
If I were to choose my favorite concert of the four days, it would have to be the Saturday night SheRocks! concert that was held from 8-11 PM in the East Ballroom of the Ohio Union. Not only did Pamela Means perform solo with vocals and guitar, but she also teamed up with Alix Olson as Alix performed two poems. The second--a truthtelling one called "Pirates" that articulates all that the Bush administration has brought to our nation and the world in the past four years--reinforced my respect for this young woman who sees it like it is and tells it like a hammer nailed into your heart. They were followed by two bands--Swank with Mary Player from Cleveland and Toronto, and Sister Funk from Connecticut--that had me up on my feet from the first note until the last. Zowie!!! What musicians and what a beat! Mary Player, an older African-American R&B guitarist, positively blew me away.
I gave myself permission to stand out from the crowd whenever I felt called to do so. That meant standing up to dance when so inclined, performing with Wahru's Drum Orchestra on Sunday, parking my scooter where I could see--sometimes meaning I was right under the stage--and scooting up to give a dollar bill to the MC at the H.I.S. Drag King show late Saturday night. I was also perfectly comfortable being hidden from view, as at the Main Stage concerts where the disabled seating was in the last row of Wiegel Auditorium. I liked being up there because I could stand and dance without having to worry about blocking anyone's view. Whether hidden or out in the open, I felt totally free to be myself.
One of Ohio State's advantages over Ball State was having the crafts area right in the middle of things. I was delighted to see my favorite textile artist, Helen, was there with her Down Cellar Clothing. I found a new purple-blue jacket to replace the purple one I'd bought from her three years ago that is now looking pretty worn. Eddie had given me birthday $$ for "non-necessary" purchases, so I also bought a lovely Australian fire opal silver pendant on a chain. I tried to find tie-dyed leggings for my friend Rima's 60th birthday present, but Willow Moon didn't have any long pants with them. They promised to have a good selection at the Michigan festival, though. And after seeing Sooz having a tarot reading with Chris Rivers, I opted to do the same thing. It was most interesting, especially when the card I turned up to represent my life right now was the Moonwatcher from the Matriarchal Clan. Chris described it as the most powerful card in the entire deck, and said it meant I was currently at the height of my powers. She said I was destined to be a transformative agent in today's world. As I say, it was interesting.
All in all, it was a good festival for me. And I definitely got my wish. I doubt if anyone danced more than I did!
By the way, I've completed the first stage in preparing my digital photos to go online, so in the next day or two, you'll have a new festival photo album to peruse.
Wednesday, July 21, 2004
Concert of Colors 2004 photo-journal
I'm done!!! My Concert of Colors 2004 photo-journal is up and running. Hope you enjoy it.
And now on to the next festival, the National Women's Music Festival. My friends and I plan to leave Detroit tomorrow (Thursday) between 10-10:30 AM and hope to arrive at Ohio State University in Columbus, Ohio by 3-4 PM. Mapquest says it takes 4 hours but we'll be stopping for lunch on the way. I'm looking forward to the drive down as much as the festival itself. We four were part of recording the "O Beautiful Gaia" CD, and we're fortunate to have one low voice, two middles and one upper in the car, so we can sing in full harmony the whole way if we want!
If you're interested in reading about and seeing pictures of my past experiences at the NWMF, go to my Music Festivals page and scroll down until you find the links to the National Women's Music Festivals 2001 & 2002.
We will probably get home late Sunday night so I'd better not promise I'll write anything then. But I hope to see you on Monday. Have a great weekend!
And now on to the next festival, the National Women's Music Festival. My friends and I plan to leave Detroit tomorrow (Thursday) between 10-10:30 AM and hope to arrive at Ohio State University in Columbus, Ohio by 3-4 PM. Mapquest says it takes 4 hours but we'll be stopping for lunch on the way. I'm looking forward to the drive down as much as the festival itself. We four were part of recording the "O Beautiful Gaia" CD, and we're fortunate to have one low voice, two middles and one upper in the car, so we can sing in full harmony the whole way if we want!
If you're interested in reading about and seeing pictures of my past experiences at the NWMF, go to my Music Festivals page and scroll down until you find the links to the National Women's Music Festivals 2001 & 2002.
We will probably get home late Sunday night so I'd better not promise I'll write anything then. But I hope to see you on Monday. Have a great weekend!
Library pickets in the news
Ann Mullen of the Detroit Metro Times wrote a good article about the Grosse Pointe library situation that appeared in today's edition of the paper. Click on "Book Poor: the Grosse Pointe library staff is making noise in labor spat" to read the article online.
Tuesday, July 20, 2004
Muscles, photo-journals & festivals
Another hot humid summer day. I value every one, especially now that we're in the final weeks of July. It's going too fast. On tonight's after-dinner walk/scoot, we noticed it was already getting dark by 9 PM. A month ago it didn't get dark until almost 10 PM. For a summer-lover like me, these "dog-days of summer" (July 15-August 15) are precious.
Today was my weekly work-out session at the gym with Matt. Wow, that man really works me hard! But we both see such improvement in my strength, endurance, balance and abilities that I can only feel grateful, even when I'm straining and grunting. I must admit I get a kick out of having and showing off my new-found muscles. I now do pose-downs with the best of them. Poor Ed is always being instructed to "Feel these muscles!"
Believe it or not, I'm off to another music festival on Thursday morning. As I told a friend, summer is my festival season. That's why I'm working so hard to finish my Concert of Colors 2004 photo-journal. After this coming weekend I'll have another photo-journal to put up...one from the National Women's Music Festival. I'm looking forward to this festival, which I think is my 6th or 7th NWMF since I started going in 1995. This year three friends--Sooz, Penny and Judy--and I are driving Sojourner my new handicap-accessible mini-van down to Columbus, Ohio together. Our friends Judith and Nancy plan to caravan behind us with their car. The festival is being held at Ohio State University. We'll be home late Sunday night.
Today I received an email from Steve Heath, the Events Coordinator of ACCESS, who is anticipating my photo-journal getting up online. He also mentioned recommending my name to Mohannad Haimour who is producing a new Arab newspaper and is looking for someone to write an account of the Concert of Colors. Steve's take on it was that I'd probably seen more of the festival than anyone, besides he said I'm an "excellent writer." What affirmation! Wish I could say yes, but I'm barely going to have time to do my own online account before leaving town early Thursday morning. Unfortunately Mohannad's deadline is Friday.
Today was my weekly work-out session at the gym with Matt. Wow, that man really works me hard! But we both see such improvement in my strength, endurance, balance and abilities that I can only feel grateful, even when I'm straining and grunting. I must admit I get a kick out of having and showing off my new-found muscles. I now do pose-downs with the best of them. Poor Ed is always being instructed to "Feel these muscles!"
Believe it or not, I'm off to another music festival on Thursday morning. As I told a friend, summer is my festival season. That's why I'm working so hard to finish my Concert of Colors 2004 photo-journal. After this coming weekend I'll have another photo-journal to put up...one from the National Women's Music Festival. I'm looking forward to this festival, which I think is my 6th or 7th NWMF since I started going in 1995. This year three friends--Sooz, Penny and Judy--and I are driving Sojourner my new handicap-accessible mini-van down to Columbus, Ohio together. Our friends Judith and Nancy plan to caravan behind us with their car. The festival is being held at Ohio State University. We'll be home late Sunday night.
Today I received an email from Steve Heath, the Events Coordinator of ACCESS, who is anticipating my photo-journal getting up online. He also mentioned recommending my name to Mohannad Haimour who is producing a new Arab newspaper and is looking for someone to write an account of the Concert of Colors. Steve's take on it was that I'd probably seen more of the festival than anyone, besides he said I'm an "excellent writer." What affirmation! Wish I could say yes, but I'm barely going to have time to do my own online account before leaving town early Thursday morning. Unfortunately Mohannad's deadline is Friday.
A weekend to remember
It's almost 1:30 AM and I'm totally immersed in all that I saw, heard and experienced at the Concert of Colors this past weekend. Even though it is going to take many more hours to complete my Concert of Colors 2004 photo-journal, I am relishing the opportunity it gives me to relive and begin to integrate all that happened. What a remarkable weekend!
But my work with photos and journal entries didn't stop me from doing laps at the pool this afternoon, spending time with my sweetie at dinner, on an after-dinner walk/scoot, and watching a video ("Seabisquit") together tonight.
Yes, life is to be shared via the internet, but more importantly, it is to be lived. And I certainly do feel that I've been living life to the full of late. I am so grateful.
But my work with photos and journal entries didn't stop me from doing laps at the pool this afternoon, spending time with my sweetie at dinner, on an after-dinner walk/scoot, and watching a video ("Seabisquit") together tonight.
Yes, life is to be shared via the internet, but more importantly, it is to be lived. And I certainly do feel that I've been living life to the full of late. I am so grateful.
Saturday, July 17, 2004
Friday night at Detroit's Concert of Colors
I surprised myself by getting up early this morning and having the time and inclination to put up my photos and write a journal entry about last night at the Concert of Colors. I can't promise what will happen tomorrow morning--actually, I expect to go for a swim--but you can get the first installment of this weekend's activities by going to my Concert of Colors 2004 photo-journal. The festival is FABULOUS so far!
Friday, July 16, 2004
Detroit's Concert Of Colors
I am putting up today's blog entry early because tonight is the start of another Detroit free music festival weekend, the Concert Of Colors at Chene Park. I've been told this is the largest free festival of World Music held annually in North America. It is co-sponsored by two community organizations--New Detroit and ACCESS (the Arab Community Center for Economic and Social Services)--and Daimler Chrysler. This year's line-up includes both Ani DeFranco and Little Richard. Now there's an example of the diversity this festival celebrates! But they aren't all. We'll be seeing and hearing musicians from many countries, each of which is represented by residents of the greater Detroit metropolitan area.
How grateful I am to live in such a multi-racial, culturally-diverse community!
If you're a regular reader, you already know that this is one of my favorite festivals of the year. If so inclined, you can see pictures of previous Concerts by going to my Music Festivals web page and clicking on the Concert Of Colors links.
I don't expect to be putting up another journal entry until Monday, so I'm sending you good wishes for a great weekend!
How grateful I am to live in such a multi-racial, culturally-diverse community!
If you're a regular reader, you already know that this is one of my favorite festivals of the year. If so inclined, you can see pictures of previous Concerts by going to my Music Festivals web page and clicking on the Concert Of Colors links.
I don't expect to be putting up another journal entry until Monday, so I'm sending you good wishes for a great weekend!
Thursday, July 15, 2004
Raging Grannies join the pickets
Another union contract negotiating session inside the library; another picket out on the streets. This time the Raging Grannies--Charlotte, Judy and myself--joined the picket and sang songs I'd adapted from our solidarity rages with the Ann Arbor Borders' workers last winter. I'd made 60 copies hoping to have folks sing along with us, but couldn't drum up any interest at first. Much later, while we were waiting for the Metro Times photographer to show up, Kathleen (the children's librarian at the Central Branch) and Nancy (a member of the support staff at the Grosse Pointe Park branch) stood with us and sang their hearts out.
Speaking of the Metro Times, today I finally met Ann Mullen, the reporter who had traveled to Lebanon to interview my brother Rabih Haddad last winter, and who'd returned home to write an excellent article about him . I felt like I was meeting a sister.
Next on our library solidarity calendar is the Library Board meeting next Monday, July 19, at 7 PM at the Neighborhood Club (17150 Waterloo, Grosse Pointe, MI 48230). Interestingly enough, they've changed their published meeting date twice in the past two weeks. Scared, are we? But, believe me, there is no place they can hide in this community; it's too small. And you can be sure that John Bruce and the Library Board watched last Monday's School Board meeting on cable TV. They know what's coming and I doubt if they're looking forward to it. With all the recent newspaper articles, editorial, letters to the editor, front-page photos and TV news report about the outpouring of community support for our library staff, there has not been a peep out of the Library Board president, John Bruce. He has been "unavailable for comment."
Well, next Monday--or whenever they actually end up having the July Library Board meeting--there are going to be LOTS of library patrons "available for comment," myself included! I would really like to know the Board's rationale for refusing to accept the Michigan Employment Relations Committee (MERC) Fact Finder's report and recommendations. They've got a LOT of explaining to do.
Speaking of the Metro Times, today I finally met Ann Mullen, the reporter who had traveled to Lebanon to interview my brother Rabih Haddad last winter, and who'd returned home to write an excellent article about him . I felt like I was meeting a sister.
Next on our library solidarity calendar is the Library Board meeting next Monday, July 19, at 7 PM at the Neighborhood Club (17150 Waterloo, Grosse Pointe, MI 48230). Interestingly enough, they've changed their published meeting date twice in the past two weeks. Scared, are we? But, believe me, there is no place they can hide in this community; it's too small. And you can be sure that John Bruce and the Library Board watched last Monday's School Board meeting on cable TV. They know what's coming and I doubt if they're looking forward to it. With all the recent newspaper articles, editorial, letters to the editor, front-page photos and TV news report about the outpouring of community support for our library staff, there has not been a peep out of the Library Board president, John Bruce. He has been "unavailable for comment."
Well, next Monday--or whenever they actually end up having the July Library Board meeting--there are going to be LOTS of library patrons "available for comment," myself included! I would really like to know the Board's rationale for refusing to accept the Michigan Employment Relations Committee (MERC) Fact Finder's report and recommendations. They've got a LOT of explaining to do.
Wednesday, July 14, 2004
The "unsettled dead"
I can't remember the last time a book has consumed me as totally as Alice Sebold's "The Lovely Bones" did. I read all day long--except for maybe an hour or two--and finished it tonight. My goodness. What a story. And, to tell you the truth, if someone had outlined the plot for me ahead of time, I doubt if I would have bothered. I mean, do you see me reading a book about someone who's died and gone to "heaven"? Not too likely. But fortunately, when my friend Diana, the librarian, saw me looking in the Fiction stacks, she brought this book over with the words, "It got rave reviews and has won numerous awards. I think you'll like it." That kind of recommendation means a lot to me. She then said, "It's kind of dark: it's about a rape." But if it's well written, I can manage "dark." After all, I love Margaret Atwood.
Anyway, I'm not going to give you a book report, but instead want to share what this book triggered in me.
It made me think of persons I call the "unsettled dead." These are women, men and/or children who have either died violently, or before they were ready. They are the ones who make you feel uneasy when they come to mind. Occasionally you can hear their cries in your sleep, or feel their sadness in your waking. Sometimes they carry you into the killing fields where they died. The extent to which you experience them depends on your willingness to "suffer with," which is the definition of compassion.
It might be someone you knew, but often not. I can recall experiencing the unsettled dead of El Salvador, particularly the housekeeper and her daughter who were killed with the six Jesuit priests at the University in November 1989, the Tutsis as they were being massacred in Ruwanda, the people of Iraq during the first Gulf War/the 12 years of sanctions that killed millions of children/and Bush's war that started on March 19, 2003 and seems like it will never end.
I have also known a number of "unsettled dead" personally. The one who comes most readily to mind is my "heart friend and train buddy," Joel Payne. He died of complications from AIDS on November 30, 1994. Joels was only 35 years old and not ready to die. The night of the day I learned of his death--December 1, 1994--I attended a World AIDS Day Remembrance Service at a church in Windsor, Ontario. I did not find Joels there, but instead he came to me after I left early and started driving with my windows wide open through the cold, dark fields surrounding the city. He howled and wept through me on that drive, loudly and messily, with no restraint. I knew then that it would be a long time before Joels would find even a measure of peace.
During my six winters in San Francisco, I often felt Joels at my side. Sometimes he was happy, other times, sad. I could tell he missed his city dreadfully, but it seemed to comfort him that I was there. I know it was Joels who found me the perfect sublet apartment in the Mission. Joels who got me singing in his beloved chorus, the Lesbian-Gay Chorus of SF. Joels who shared his friends with me, especially Jeff, Scott and Phil who became like family. Joels who showed me his favorite hang-outs in the Castro. Joels who sat with me in my darkened apartment, with incense burning and a cup of hot herbal tea at my side. Joels whom I saw in every bubble I blew off my balcony with my soap bubble wand.
But as time passed, Joel's presence grew dimmer, until finally he was gone. I know that was when he had finally made his peace with death. It took 8 years.
Please don't mistake my words for those of someone who believes in "heaven" or "hell." I don't. But what I do believe in is the willingness of the dead to give up their hold on life and the living...or not. I believe it can take a long time for the "unsettled dead" to come to peace. I also believe that some persons--like my mother--release their hold so thoroughly while they are still alive, that when they stop breathing they disappear as gently as morning mist lifts off a lake. And their legacy is a feeling of deep peace whenever they come to mind.
So read "The Lovely Bones" and see where it takes you.
Anyway, I'm not going to give you a book report, but instead want to share what this book triggered in me.
It made me think of persons I call the "unsettled dead." These are women, men and/or children who have either died violently, or before they were ready. They are the ones who make you feel uneasy when they come to mind. Occasionally you can hear their cries in your sleep, or feel their sadness in your waking. Sometimes they carry you into the killing fields where they died. The extent to which you experience them depends on your willingness to "suffer with," which is the definition of compassion.
It might be someone you knew, but often not. I can recall experiencing the unsettled dead of El Salvador, particularly the housekeeper and her daughter who were killed with the six Jesuit priests at the University in November 1989, the Tutsis as they were being massacred in Ruwanda, the people of Iraq during the first Gulf War/the 12 years of sanctions that killed millions of children/and Bush's war that started on March 19, 2003 and seems like it will never end.
I have also known a number of "unsettled dead" personally. The one who comes most readily to mind is my "heart friend and train buddy," Joel Payne. He died of complications from AIDS on November 30, 1994. Joels was only 35 years old and not ready to die. The night of the day I learned of his death--December 1, 1994--I attended a World AIDS Day Remembrance Service at a church in Windsor, Ontario. I did not find Joels there, but instead he came to me after I left early and started driving with my windows wide open through the cold, dark fields surrounding the city. He howled and wept through me on that drive, loudly and messily, with no restraint. I knew then that it would be a long time before Joels would find even a measure of peace.
During my six winters in San Francisco, I often felt Joels at my side. Sometimes he was happy, other times, sad. I could tell he missed his city dreadfully, but it seemed to comfort him that I was there. I know it was Joels who found me the perfect sublet apartment in the Mission. Joels who got me singing in his beloved chorus, the Lesbian-Gay Chorus of SF. Joels who shared his friends with me, especially Jeff, Scott and Phil who became like family. Joels who showed me his favorite hang-outs in the Castro. Joels who sat with me in my darkened apartment, with incense burning and a cup of hot herbal tea at my side. Joels whom I saw in every bubble I blew off my balcony with my soap bubble wand.
But as time passed, Joel's presence grew dimmer, until finally he was gone. I know that was when he had finally made his peace with death. It took 8 years.
Please don't mistake my words for those of someone who believes in "heaven" or "hell." I don't. But what I do believe in is the willingness of the dead to give up their hold on life and the living...or not. I believe it can take a long time for the "unsettled dead" to come to peace. I also believe that some persons--like my mother--release their hold so thoroughly while they are still alive, that when they stop breathing they disappear as gently as morning mist lifts off a lake. And their legacy is a feeling of deep peace whenever they come to mind.
So read "The Lovely Bones" and see where it takes you.
Correction re: today's Senate vote
My thanks to Nat for clarifying the nature of today's vote in the Senate. From her "comment" to my previous entry:
While I agree and was startled to see the numbers, the fact is that the vote was *technically* about whether to begin the debate about the amendment on the Senate floor. Had the Republinazi's actually gotten their 60, that would not have been the end of it, by far. Though I'm sure I'm not the one to be lecturing you about Constitutional law. I just learned this today, so I thought I'd share. Yeah, it's scary, but it was just a vote to decide if they're going bring discussion of the amendment to the floor, not the end-all be-all. *shrug* Just thought I'd add that. Peace.
Nat | Homepage | 07.14.04 - 6:38 pm
While I agree and was startled to see the numbers, the fact is that the vote was *technically* about whether to begin the debate about the amendment on the Senate floor. Had the Republinazi's actually gotten their 60, that would not have been the end of it, by far. Though I'm sure I'm not the one to be lecturing you about Constitutional law. I just learned this today, so I thought I'd share. Yeah, it's scary, but it was just a vote to decide if they're going bring discussion of the amendment to the floor, not the end-all be-all. *shrug* Just thought I'd add that. Peace.
Nat | Homepage | 07.14.04 - 6:38 pm
Neo-Right loses battle in the Senate
Why am I not ecstatic that Bush's attempt to amend our US Constitution so it reflected his personal homophobia, failed?
Why am I not celebrating with my dear friends Shauna and Kathy, Bobbi and Beverly, Jamie and Demetry--to name a few--on the day that their marriages were NOT outlawed by a federal amendment to ban gay and lesbian marriages?
Why, instead, do I feel sick to my stomach.
Because I can't believe that 48 of our country's Senators--the highest legislative body in the USA--voted to amend our Constitution--no small thing--so that an already persecuted minority of our population would be legally barred from choosing to live their lives in the "holy estate of matrimony." As if their doing so would hurt ANYONE!
All I can say is, thank goddess there were 50 Senators who refused to go along with this federally-mandated, legalized homophobia. Thank goddess, these 50 women and men did not allow Bush and his Neo-Right Machine to mow down yet another of our rights as US citizens.
This is scary. What I see in the narrow margin of votes is that we've got to do A LOT MORE than simply get Bush out of the White House. We've got a HUGE amount of cleaning out to do in the Senate...and, I'm certain, in the House too.
But for today at least, we can say the Neo-Rights DIDN'T win. In 2004, that is a victory in and of itself.
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-----Original Message-----
From: Human Rights Campaign
Sent: Jul 14, 2004 11:22 AM
To: Patricia Lay-Dorsey
Subject: Victory on Federal Marriage Amendment in Senate!
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Human Rights Campaign
Senate victory on the Federal Marriage Amendment!
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Dear Patricia,
We did it! Just moments ago, the Federal Marriage Amendment lost in the Senate by a stunning, bipartisan vote of 50-48. We won this historic victory for two reasons: First, because the politics of division don't work, and second: the votes were on our side.
But the real reason we won is this: You. You and every fair-minded American, gay or straight, who called, e-mailed, faxed, visited, tracked down, and otherwise urged your Senators not to write discrimination into the Constitution. Thank you. This amazing moment belongs to all of us. Please, share this victory with all the friends and family you talked into fighting with us. We join in celebration with each of you. The campaign to defeat this amendment has been a top priority for HRC and with your amazing efforts over the course of many months, today we won this round of the fight. Thank you - again.
What's next:
I wouldn't be doing my job if I didn't remind you that it's not over. Our ultra-conservative opponents are determined to spread
their discriminatory agenda across the country. Fasten your seatbelts, my friends, because the months ahead are going to be challenging indeed:
--Next week, the House will take up the issue of marriage equality as well. Expect a fight. Expect vicious words and fierce debate. And expect to speak up, loud and clear, once more.
--During the next three months, no fewer than 11 states - and possibly 13 - are facing ballot initiatives to write discrimination into their state constitutions. HRC will fight these initiatives shoulder to shoulder with state and local GLBT leaders. We'll let you know how you can help.
--And of course - like you, we will be actively working to stop discrimination at the source by electing fair-minded legislators around the country. We're glad to know you will be with us in that battle, too.
All of this work starts tomorrow. For today, I will take a moment to appreciate this hard-won victory. I hope you'll join me.
Many, many thanks for all you have done.
Cheryl A. Jacques
Human Rights Campaign President
P.S. For all the details about this important vote, please visit
http://www.hrcactioncenter.org/ct/l7zGtE519aYJ/
To see how your Senators voted, please visit
http://www.hrcactioncenter.org/ct/lpzGtE519aYD/
Why am I not celebrating with my dear friends Shauna and Kathy, Bobbi and Beverly, Jamie and Demetry--to name a few--on the day that their marriages were NOT outlawed by a federal amendment to ban gay and lesbian marriages?
Why, instead, do I feel sick to my stomach.
Because I can't believe that 48 of our country's Senators--the highest legislative body in the USA--voted to amend our Constitution--no small thing--so that an already persecuted minority of our population would be legally barred from choosing to live their lives in the "holy estate of matrimony." As if their doing so would hurt ANYONE!
All I can say is, thank goddess there were 50 Senators who refused to go along with this federally-mandated, legalized homophobia. Thank goddess, these 50 women and men did not allow Bush and his Neo-Right Machine to mow down yet another of our rights as US citizens.
This is scary. What I see in the narrow margin of votes is that we've got to do A LOT MORE than simply get Bush out of the White House. We've got a HUGE amount of cleaning out to do in the Senate...and, I'm certain, in the House too.
But for today at least, we can say the Neo-Rights DIDN'T win. In 2004, that is a victory in and of itself.
***************************************************
-----Original Message-----
From: Human Rights Campaign
Sent: Jul 14, 2004 11:22 AM
To: Patricia Lay-Dorsey
Subject: Victory on Federal Marriage Amendment in Senate!
*******************************
Human Rights Campaign
Senate victory on the Federal Marriage Amendment!
*******************************
Dear Patricia,
We did it! Just moments ago, the Federal Marriage Amendment lost in the Senate by a stunning, bipartisan vote of 50-48. We won this historic victory for two reasons: First, because the politics of division don't work, and second: the votes were on our side.
But the real reason we won is this: You. You and every fair-minded American, gay or straight, who called, e-mailed, faxed, visited, tracked down, and otherwise urged your Senators not to write discrimination into the Constitution. Thank you. This amazing moment belongs to all of us. Please, share this victory with all the friends and family you talked into fighting with us. We join in celebration with each of you. The campaign to defeat this amendment has been a top priority for HRC and with your amazing efforts over the course of many months, today we won this round of the fight. Thank you - again.
What's next:
I wouldn't be doing my job if I didn't remind you that it's not over. Our ultra-conservative opponents are determined to spread
their discriminatory agenda across the country. Fasten your seatbelts, my friends, because the months ahead are going to be challenging indeed:
--Next week, the House will take up the issue of marriage equality as well. Expect a fight. Expect vicious words and fierce debate. And expect to speak up, loud and clear, once more.
--During the next three months, no fewer than 11 states - and possibly 13 - are facing ballot initiatives to write discrimination into their state constitutions. HRC will fight these initiatives shoulder to shoulder with state and local GLBT leaders. We'll let you know how you can help.
--And of course - like you, we will be actively working to stop discrimination at the source by electing fair-minded legislators around the country. We're glad to know you will be with us in that battle, too.
All of this work starts tomorrow. For today, I will take a moment to appreciate this hard-won victory. I hope you'll join me.
Many, many thanks for all you have done.
Cheryl A. Jacques
Human Rights Campaign President
P.S. For all the details about this important vote, please visit
http://www.hrcactioncenter.org/ct/l7zGtE519aYJ/
To see how your Senators voted, please visit
http://www.hrcactioncenter.org/ct/lpzGtE519aYD/
Tuesday, July 13, 2004
A hot, humid day
This is one of those summer days when you do your best not to be crabby. For me that means avoiding close encounters with people. It is not only hot but oppressively humid. A day when you keep saying to yourself, "When is it going to rain!?!" It was also the day I worked out at the gym with Matt. Yep, I'm pretty much good for nothing right now.
It's 6 PM and I'm sitting at the computer with my fan set on "medium," pointed directly at me. This is no time for oscillation. Before I came upstairs, I sat in the living room with another fan--our large floor fan--pointed right at me while I devoured a book I just got from the library, Alice Sebold's "Lovely Bones." It's hard to put down.
I realize my need for solitude comes not just from the weather, but from a string of peopled days and nights that started last Wednesday. As gregarious as I seem, I have to weigh people-time with alone-time. And alone-time has gotten short shrift of late. I am so fortunate to live with a fellow who needs even more solitude than I. He always understands when I go into my cave.
May it rain!
It's 6 PM and I'm sitting at the computer with my fan set on "medium," pointed directly at me. This is no time for oscillation. Before I came upstairs, I sat in the living room with another fan--our large floor fan--pointed right at me while I devoured a book I just got from the library, Alice Sebold's "Lovely Bones." It's hard to put down.
I realize my need for solitude comes not just from the weather, but from a string of peopled days and nights that started last Wednesday. As gregarious as I seem, I have to weigh people-time with alone-time. And alone-time has gotten short shrift of late. I am so fortunate to live with a fellow who needs even more solitude than I. He always understands when I go into my cave.
May it rain!
Monday, July 12, 2004
Building community
There's nothing like a struggle to build a sense of community. I've lived here for 33 years and never before have I felt so much a part of this community. Until now I've always identified primarily with Detroit, but there's something about this injustice to our library staff and the public pickets that have risen up around it that is changing my definition of community. And if that hadn't happened before, it most certainly would have happened tonight.
Tonight was the School Board meeting, and not only did we picket out in front of the high school where it was to be held, but at least 15 residents got up during the "public comments" part of the meeting and told the school board members what the librarians and library staff mean to them and their families. They also said in no uncertain terms what they think of the Library Board (that is appointed by the School Board) and the shabby way they've been treating our excellent librarians and support staff. Many openly expressed their outrage and shame at the fact that these people, who are irreplaceable assets to our community, have been forced to go out on the streets and picket in order to bring attention to the fact that they are now in their third year without a contract. Former librarians spoke. Mothers spoke, one with her children at her side. Long-time residents spoke.
It was a real example of a community finding its voice and saying to its elected officials, "Do something! Don't just sit there!" There was a repeated call for the Library Board to be elected, to be held accountable to the tax-payers whose money they so liberally spend on buildings but not on people. But even before that can happen, the community is saying--is insisting--that the School Board step in and do whatever it takes to cut through this impasse.
I was sitting beside the librarians and library staff who filled the first three rows. They were dressed in black and wore their pink "3rd Year--No Contract" pins. And many of them wept as they heard--FINALLY--what they mean our community, how we value them. And theirs weren't the only wet eyes in that high school library. I saw a brand new School Board member, Ahmed Ishmael, wipe his eyes at one point. That's a good sign.
But we're not going to stop there. A number of folks read letters they've written to our local newspaper about this issue. We're supporting our local Michigan State Representative's bill that would give our community the option of electing its Library Board. We'll be out in full force at the next Library Board meeting on July 26--watch out!!!--and we're going to continue picketing in front of the Central Branch every Thursday from 5-6:30 PM. I'll be there with the Raging Grannies this coming Thursday, singing songs I'm adapting from our solidarity pickets with the Border's workers in Ann Arbor last winter.
If you want to join us at any of these events and need more information, feel free to contact me, or
Tonight was the School Board meeting, and not only did we picket out in front of the high school where it was to be held, but at least 15 residents got up during the "public comments" part of the meeting and told the school board members what the librarians and library staff mean to them and their families. They also said in no uncertain terms what they think of the Library Board (that is appointed by the School Board) and the shabby way they've been treating our excellent librarians and support staff. Many openly expressed their outrage and shame at the fact that these people, who are irreplaceable assets to our community, have been forced to go out on the streets and picket in order to bring attention to the fact that they are now in their third year without a contract. Former librarians spoke. Mothers spoke, one with her children at her side. Long-time residents spoke.
It was a real example of a community finding its voice and saying to its elected officials, "Do something! Don't just sit there!" There was a repeated call for the Library Board to be elected, to be held accountable to the tax-payers whose money they so liberally spend on buildings but not on people. But even before that can happen, the community is saying--is insisting--that the School Board step in and do whatever it takes to cut through this impasse.
I was sitting beside the librarians and library staff who filled the first three rows. They were dressed in black and wore their pink "3rd Year--No Contract" pins. And many of them wept as they heard--FINALLY--what they mean our community, how we value them. And theirs weren't the only wet eyes in that high school library. I saw a brand new School Board member, Ahmed Ishmael, wipe his eyes at one point. That's a good sign.
But we're not going to stop there. A number of folks read letters they've written to our local newspaper about this issue. We're supporting our local Michigan State Representative's bill that would give our community the option of electing its Library Board. We'll be out in full force at the next Library Board meeting on July 26--watch out!!!--and we're going to continue picketing in front of the Central Branch every Thursday from 5-6:30 PM. I'll be there with the Raging Grannies this coming Thursday, singing songs I'm adapting from our solidarity pickets with the Border's workers in Ann Arbor last winter.
If you want to join us at any of these events and need more information, feel free to contact me, or