There’s a book (and later film) by Dalton Trumbo, one of the “Hollywood 10”, a screenwriter blacklisted in the 1950s. It’s called “Johnny Got His Gun”. In that story, a wounded soldier is only able to tap messages in Morse Code using the back of his head on his hospital bed frame. His face and limbs were removed in an explosion. Those caring for him assume he’s been de-cerebrated and has no original thought to contribute. I feel a bit like that. Continue reading
If you don’t think there’s a right time and place and purpose for every word, you and I have a serious disagreement. Continue reading
The last (and only previous) time I referred to TIME, the magazine, was in a review of their article on the possible non-existence of hell, which they teased on the cover and then didn’t really address. This time I think TIME hit one out of the park. They chose a concept as “Person of the Year” – The PROTESTER. Continue reading
It’s time for a re-statement of why I write here. It isn’t just for me. I have this strange vision of a place where almost everyone is welcome. I’m committed to RADICAL INCLUSIVITY. Continue reading
For a couple of years before we moved from Los Angeles County (pop. gazillions) to Port Townsend, WA (pop. 9k), I read the weekly newspaper online as a way to familiarize myself with Washington’s issues and interests. Continue reading
Our guide-dog-puppy-in-training is 14 weeks old now. She’s bright, energetic and confident. Much of her happy demeanor is reinforced by success in performing routines. The biggest challenge for her has been learning to restrain herself when she encounters new people Continue reading
As often happens during a revolutionary movement, icons will be mis-quoted and appropriated and remolded for other purposes. Continue reading
My 7 Links
I.K. Brunel (1857), and his set of impressive links
This self-congratulatory award nomination was more fun than the usual “tell me secrets and nominate others” routine, because it requires you to mull things over a little in order to make choices based on their criteria. Continue reading
Everything is new to a puppy.
It’s time to clear out some backblog, er, blacklung, a-HEM, backlog on the blog. I got nominated for two “awards” last week. Continue reading
Here are some more glimpses from our 35th annual Wooden Boat Festival. Continue reading
Have any of you wondered what it would take for your blog to be one of the most popular out of thousands who write here? When I got up today and peeked at this list, I felt like I had fallen down a rabbit hole. Continue reading
As I surf around WordPress and other blogging communities, all I see is encouragement about posting MORE. How many times must I re-assert that more is not better? Continue reading
Dondo and Cell Microtower
We talk within contexts, in groups, in culture, varying with the situation or occasion. I’m trying to collapse the different levels, and unite modernity with tribal spirit. At the most basic level, we pass messages as animals. We smile or show other facial reactions within each other’s sight. It’s more elementary than language. Continue reading
Mass media impacts lives, and each generation adopts current technology for the sharing of information, communication and entertainment. Five years ago, during my last round of college, I realized how differently my younger colleagues in class were experiencing media than I had. I use the Internet, but I’m a different animal. I was part of the first television generation. Continue reading
When someone with more orthodox views about religion calls me a “Cafeteria Christian” I don’t take it as an insult. It’s supposed to be a put-down to suggest that I pick and choose what I like about Christianity and accept that, and don’t buy other parts of it. Continue reading
When I look out my windows, I can see a mountain range. These peaks rise majestically out of the Pacific Ocean. They have been called by many names. The Duwamish people called them Sun-a-do. The Klallam, who lived 10,000 years ago where my town is now, gave them a name meaning “thunderbird”.
I’ve never lived in sight of mountains before. I’m trying to open myself to whatever kind of powers they hold. Continue reading
This is what you see when you enter through my front door.
It’s Spring. Time to clean up my Blogroll. I don’t want this action to hurt anyone’s feelings, so instead of just doing it I want to explain a little. In terms of design and possessions, I prefer less rather than more. Continue reading