Archive for the ‘Life’ Category

Preparing to Face the Aftermath of a Murder

Friday, April 30th, 2010

My Quaker community is now faced with a challenge we did not seek. A young woman who grew up in our community has been murdered. We do not yet know the details of the tragedy, but we are faced with the prospect of dealing, not only with our individual and collective grief and loss, but also with the need to relate to the killer (as yet unknown), his/her family, the law (which includes a death penalty that we deplore), and the press, with its need to probe every detail of this sort of event.

Quakers are not Amish. Quaker faith is based on “experiment”, that is, experience; Amish faith is rooted in authority and rules. When an Amish community in Pennsylvania faced a mass murder of its children in 2007, they had an absolute rule, the Ordnung, that they could begin immediately to put into practice: they must forgive the killer and offer support to his family. Quakers have guidelines called “testimonies” based on past revelations and community decisions. Both groups ultimately rely on the guidance provided by Jesus during his brief period of teaching. I hope we can live up to the example of the Amish in this case, but the time is early.

When I was a young child, my family bought a house and small farm from an Amish family that was leaving Pennsylvania for the less crowded fields of Ohio. My mother made friends with some of the older Amish women who were staying on in the area, and my father established ties with some of the “hillbilly” families in the area. As a family, we learned from these two very different communities what we needed to get by for a year, in a house with no electricity or indoor plumbing, to care for fruit and nut trees,and to grow much of our own food. I am thankful to the departing family that left us some of their non-electric technology to feed a young boy’s dreams… their wind-up phonograph and records, their organ and hymnbooks, and their two beautiful wood cookstoves. I have grown up to be more of a technophile than a technophobe, but I honor simplicity and relate to the Amish distrust of distracting preoccupations.

The journalist in me wants to get the facts and draw conclusions and speak out. A part of me fights back tears when I think of this gentle, creative young woman whose life should have been long and happy. The activist in me just wants to do something, anything…

As Quakers, we are preparing for the stress of the things that face us in the same way we face most difficult things… spending time in silent worship. A few of us had been planning a “stillness retreat” at the Meeting House this weekend; now all of us are invited to share in the silence of that retreat as much or as little as we choose to or need to. I know I can’t fall into passive inactivity or obsession, but I will need some of that time in the Silence over the next few days.

Volcanic Ash Then and Now

Thursday, April 15th, 2010

Back in 1980, I was a bicycle messenger in Denver when Mount Saint Helens in Washington state erupted. A fine white powder fell from the sky for days, and the streets were covered with what looked like a quarter-inch of gray “snow”. I wore a bandanna over my face to keep from breathing too much of the stuff.

I wonder if Britain will experience something similar. I hope people over there can post a little about what it looks like and feels like. Britain is about the same distance from the Icelandic eruption as Denver was from Mount Saint Helens.

The volcanic ash made for bumper apple crops in the years that followed, so it was helpful in some ways even though it was probably toxic.

My Dad’s Record-breaking Ascent of Longs Peak

Friday, October 23rd, 2009

Some cousins visited us this week, and we unearthed a few treasures of family history. It has long been a family story that my father held the record for the ascent of fourteen-thousand-foot Longs Peak in the Colorado Rockies. Now we have some concrete evidence in the form of a contemporary article from

Automated needn’t mean cruel

Thursday, October 8th, 2009

The University where I work has adopted

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Wednesday, September 9th, 2009

My friend Nancy (http://blogs.myspace.com/bluebirdsarefree) reminds us that today is Leonard Peltier’s birthday, and that we can leave him a birthday greeting at http://kola-ipf.livejournal.com/ .

Courtesy of my friend Chris Chandler, here are some more reasons to “celebrate” 9-9-09″
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Well, it’s that time of the ummm year again

For the past 9 years, I have been sending out an additional “Muse and Whirled Retort” when the day, month and year are the same, such as February 2nd, 2002 etc. Four four four was a particularly good one.

So it is that time again! Today is Nine Nine Nine. Let us have a look at the number 9.

Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall

Number Nine Number Nine Number Nine Ironically, The Beatles are choosing this date to launch the Beatles Rock Band video game. How’s that song go? Number Nine
Number Nine Number Nine No, Not that one “Gimmie Money that’s what I want!”

John wrote Revolution 9 and George wrote “Cloud 9.” When the remaining two were asked if there was any significance to the release date being 9-9-9, they answered in German: “nein.”

I guess the most common reference is to 9 is a cat having nine lives hence the Nine Lives brand of cat food. I always thought that was an odd name for a brand of food. Like their slogan, “Well it’s not going to kill the cat.” But it may kill the K-9.

So where does it come from the nine lives thing?

One theory on the origin of this expression is that in ancient times nine was a lucky number because it is the Trinity of Trinities. As cats seem able to escape injury time and time again, this lucky number seemed suited to the cat. While in most countries the cat is said to have nine lives, in Arab and Turkish proverbs, poor puss has a mere seven lucky lives, and in Russia is said to survive nine deaths.

In Europe, a fear of cats for some religious reason or other I really dont quite get it led to their mass slaughter and when folks tied to drop them from high places, they had to do it nine times. The cats got the last laugh though, ’cause without the cats, the fleas needed somewhere to lite and, well, that brought on the plague, and humans only have one life.

In many African cultures, the cat is considered holy I only say this as I cite Zora Neale Hurston, an influential African-American writer of the early parts of the 20th century. She told the story of a very hungry cat that entered a house one day and found a plate of nine fish that were going to be eaten for dinner by the nine starving children who lived there. The cat was feeling a little selfish that day and ate up all of the fish in nine quick bites. With no food on the table, the nine starving children died of hunger the very next day, along with the cat, who died from eating WAY too much.

God was so angry with the cat that he threw him out of heaven and made him fall for nine days all the way back to earth. To this day, the cat still holds the nine lives of the starving children in his belly, which is why he must die nine different times before he will stay dead.

A similar thing happened to Sally Struthers, but I digress

I had always thought it had something to do with the cat-o-nine tails. But no. That goes back to the 17th century. It is a whip much like a riding crop with 9 tails designed to inflict much pain (oddly, from Hinduism). 9 is the complete number, and after the English invaded India, it was developed by the English Navy for complete punishment. These days, its mostly used in the S&M scene. Brings new meaning to that song “In the Navy.”

Nine is the counting number between 8 & 9 (for the fourth year in a row). Why was 6 afraid of seven? Because 7 ate 9. Sorry, I had to.

Nine is the last digit and has often represented the end.

There are 9 planets (I still love you, Pluto!).

And nine muses (also streets in New Orleans): Calliope (epic poetry), Clio (history), Erato (erotic poetry), Euterpe (lyric poetry), Melpomene (tragedy), Polyhymnia (song), Terpsichore (dance), Thalia (comedy), and Urania (astronomy).

The muses get 9 streets in New Orleans named for them because the city that never sleeps (alone) is also the home of Engine Engine #9.

Ramadan takes place in the 9th month.

The number 9 is revered in Hinduism and considered a complete, perfected and divine number because it represents the end of a cycle in the decimal system, which originated from the Indian subcontinent as early as 3000BC.

There are 9 circles of hell in Dante’s Divine Comedy.

There are several rituals involving 9 Buddhist monks but they also involve a vow of silence, so I really dont know what they are.

The term Cloud Nine, which usually means to be in a place of bliss, actually came from the US, from a late 40s radio broadcast Johnny Dollar. Whenever the hero knocked the villain out, the announcer said he had gone to cloud 9.

Cloud Nine was not enough for Gene Rodenberry He took it all the way to Deep Space 9. At least he didn’t take it to District 9.

There are 9 innings in a baseball game one for each member of the Supreme Court.

9-ball became popular when they started televising pool matches. Watching someone else play pool on TV sounds about as exciting as watching someone play cards on TV, but people do it. 9-ball proceeds more rapidly than 8-ball because contrary to what the names would imply, there are actually fewer balls on the table.

The San Francisco 49ers are often called the 9ers perhaps that is because they play so poorly you would think there were only 9 on the field instead of the eleven you are supposed to have.

“BLOCK THAT KICK BLOCK THAT KICK number nine BLOCK THAT KICK number nine” not exactly a sing along I went to art school and it was our fight song not really it was Carmina Barana (really)

Drew Brees of my beloved New Orleans Saints wears number 9 and the season starts on Sunday so we do not yet have a losing record. We are in fact #1. Granted, we are tied with everyone else, but we are in fact #1 but will likely wind up around 9th. (8 teams make it into the playoffs)

I figure the Saints will finally be Superbowl-bound about the time I write the 12-12-12 newsletter but then the Mayan calendar will end, and all of the euphemisms about the saints winning the super bowl and the world ending will be true.

Funny Family Story

Thursday, June 18th, 2009

Jo Feya’s latest blog posting (http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=114180650&blogId=495490137), for some odd reason, reminded me of a story my mom told.

We were heading down the Alcan Highway in 1950 in a very worn-out 1937 Plymouth towing a one-wheel trailer (I was a scant three years old at the time, so I have only the vaguest memory of this myself). The road was washboarded and muddy at the same time, and for the last hundred miles or so, we’d been bouncing along thinking the car would fly apart at any moment, peering through the tiny mud-free slits that the windshield wipers made. We pulled into the roadhouse known as “Egg-Too-Young’s Place”

Gandhi and Goodall Larger than Life in Peterborough NH

Saturday, May 16th, 2009


Here is a quick snapshot from the parade at the Peterborough Children’s Fair today. Notice the chimp under Jane Goodall’s arm. The weather was perfect, and there was just so much going on that I wished I had a more reliable camera.

Hurricane Ike Devastates Western Cuba

Friday, September 12th, 2008

The city of Gibara on the western north coast of Cuba received an incredibly destructive blow from Hurricane Ike. Gibara is home to a Quaker Meeting that has a sister relationship with my home meeting Monadnock Meeting in New Hampshire. Now that some phone lines have been restored, Friends in Florida and New England are aghast at the scale of the destruction depicted in these photos and wondering how to respond. It is very difficult to send anything to Cuba, including humanitarian aid. The Meeting House in Holguin lost its roof, and the one in Puerto Padre was seriously damaged. We don’t know if any of the Friends we have visited or who have visited us were hurt. Cuba usually manages sheltering and evacuation for storms very well compared to the US, but this storm was unusually intense.

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As to Flies and Ointment

Friday, May 23rd, 2008

I found this little verse in a 1936 book called Bob White’s Scrap Book without any named author. I’ve seen it one other place on the web, also without attribution, so I’ll assume it’s in public domain until informed otherwise. If the author happens by, I hope she/he will look kindly on efforts to keep this little gem of positivity alive:

AS TO FLIES AND OINTMENT

Life’s little ills annoyed me
When life’s little ills were few.
And one little fly in the ointment
Put me in a terrible stew.

But experience has taught me
Life’s little joys to prize.
Now, I’m glad to find some ointment
In my little pot of flies.

Iona

Thursday, May 1st, 2008

We’re just about to jump in the car for the long drive to Indiana to see our daughter graduate from Earlahm College. It’s been a rather hectic couple of weeks, but I hope to be writing more once we get back; maybe even have some pictures to show :)

Oh, and befor I forget:

Happy Mayday and Solidarity Forever!