I've started watching this in painful slo-mo

Because maybe it doesn't get along with my Mac?
The Boys Guide to Becoming a Man.
I got it from a link at awfullibrarybooks.wordpress.com.
Also, thanks to a link to that site: Twisted Sister's book for Teens.
It's great. :-)
I had to rewatch We're Not Gonna Take It for the first time in decades.

I have a reaction of approval

to the way the humans are acting in this Limoncello video.
I wonder if they are in the mountains. I was quite excited when my sister told me she found an ancestor who lived in a more mountainous part of Italy (Saluzzo?) in the 1200s. Her name was Alisona!

Good time of night

Driving home from work, barely any traffic, looking at night sky and tree branches. Autrefois. Thinking of...stars! Thinking of...Tibet! Listening to a trumpet and remembering the TV in my blond, blue eyed friend's house, and an actor playing that instrument in Mo Better Blues...U Plavu Zoru.

Sea salt brings out sweetness

I have discovered that recently. And here is a quote:
"...his comrades were not particularly drawn to the poets who dwelled on life's suffering. Au contraire! They were drawn to the bon vivants, to the ones who expressed their joie de vivre..." pg 211. The Wishing Year.

Yesterday

I thought that those most likely to be affected by new fees and reduced hours would be people like a guy and his kid who I saw yesterday at the counter, i.e. those who use the library so much and do not have a good command of English. It caught my eye that I turned in books that had yet to be checked in according to the computer. It's a hard day when you have cynical thoughts about the library. And instead of "the good people of the world are washing their cars on their lunch breaks" (lyrics from a song) I thought "the good people of the world are at the bus stop scrounging their pockets for a dollar on the way to their part time jobs with no benefits." Hooooooooo. Breath out.

Danke! Bitte! Schmeckt gut!

Really happy to note that a book like this exists:
Ani's Raw Food Desserts.
I was so off on my German spelling.
Here is a German food quiz. (I scored 5 out of 10 on it.)

I found it.

Finally found the title of the book I'd been wondering about for many years! Captives of Time. I was sad to read the review by a parent who wouldn't let his daughter read it. Maybe she read it anyway, in secret. Now I want to reread it, and look for others by the author, Malcolm Bosse.
I found another article about him here.

Interesting

A Letter to the World set to Saltwater video

Aw, old TV

I did enjoy the show "Blossom." I was practically that girl's age. Even though it was another show that made me despair of ever being thin enough! Oh well. I just watched "Blossom Blossoms." Cute. That's just the first portion but I watched the whole thing. Before that I watched an old Pepsi commercial. One of my friends introduced me to the literal video of Total Eclipse of the Heart. Once again, I have stayed up way too late watching this sort of thing. I wonder how I would've gotten any papers graded in grad school if youtube had existed. (I'm noticing my word choice there. "Papers" and "graded" as opposed to "research" and "researched.")

Tunes of tonight

R. Carlos Nakai...I Will Fight No More
Joan Henry...Utah Round Dance
Marina Rouge(? can't read my own handwriting)...Vision Quest
Lisa Gerrard...Swans
Autumn's Child...Spheres
Stephen Standing Owl...Reflection
Chris Mitchell...Night Chant

To do

Sift select filter...listen!
I'm still finding myself listening to "Ever since you've been leaving me..." and "Sitting on a pebble..." almost every night. What else is that like? Being in a small child's body on a sunny day at the PX? Crossing a long parking lot. Looking at a grocery cart. The first grocery store I remember going to regularly as a kid had a violent image: a picture of a coin with a woman's head on it and an ax going through it. Price-Chopper! And, the day after tomorrow there will be firecrackers. I no longer get stomachaches at the sound of them. I no longer envision giant flaming square Saltine crackers rolling down hills when I hear that word.

A bright spot

I just found out that the President came to my neighborhood (Annandale, Virginia) today to give a town hall on healthcare! Awesome! I'm sure he is very interested in making this a better system not only for today but for people who are his daughters' age, and possible future grandchildren. Too bad I was working on the wrong campus and missed it! My roommate, who has worked for years in medical offices and is currently looking for a job, watched it on television. What timing, it's been on my mind because of some family members and also I just had a doctor (well, actually nurse practitioner) appointment yesterday. That's very cool.

Lioness picture (someone else's)

I didn't mean to keep it open for several days on my laptop but I did!
I just friended the first girl I knew who was ever "out" in my high school. Cool. The best thing I did the last 48 hours was go to my last Pilates class and experience the beautiful end-of-class meditation. "The heart is an organ that is good of taking care of itself before it takes care of others. Not in a selfish way. In a good way." I have to do something w/ Thoreau and Emerson and Christine de Pizan and others one of these days...soon. I like this rediscovery of the young Julian Lennon's songs to his father. What if he came back...as a woman...and a woman who was particularly interested in women? I have to go back to my movie-watching, make time for that. There is a film about Edith Piaf. It would be interesting to see one about Gertrude Stein.

Thought

Some illnesses are exacerbated by stress. Anger turned inward.
Thich Nhat Hanh on loosening the knots of anger.

What I was told...

When I was younger I was told: "Beloved, recognize that many of the minds of mankind are very small...have not grown....they are yet children. And with these, remember patience and compassion. These are two of your learnings to remember. It is also part of your freedom."

Kind of eso si que es

It seems to me that if I had stayed in school and studied art and theory and worked diligently at being an intellectual and somehow had this emotional distance (or whatever) from certain other things going on around me, that certain types of people in society would "respect" that more. I do like art, a lot, and when I was in school I had some good experiences but where I was at did not feel like a good place to me. It was better for others. But I know that now this doesn't either because I don't have enough financial stability and I have health issues to address. Time to move on...move on...further than I did before. I think that healing is important in the arts, too.
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This song by Julian Lennon is so eighties. Why is this so eighties. Oh good grief. It's like, walking through the mall in a little blue Jordache sweater. But this one is more like walking in a park (back then) on a sunny day, for some reason. Hmmm. I remember this interview...and this one!

Added to the donation....

Herbal Healing Secrets for Women (except mine was a paperback),
The Body Sacred, and either The Book of the City of Ladies or the Treasure of the City of Ladies. (Thought it was the latter but not too sure...) I do kind of miss them. I like the covers on the Christine de Pizan books. But it seemed like they were good ones to donate. A song, Dance Circle, by David Blonski is playing on InTuneWithSpirit. I think it's been too long since I attended a circle dance. I want to get back into that.

Poemsy poemsy

It's the end of the month. Always a very special time. Time to DONATE (books? to the library? to Africa? to your friends?) in the spirit of giving, instead of fearing collapsing into poverty! (Right before rent and a lot of the bills are due.) A poem from one of the books (which is an English Literature reader and I think it is headed for the library):

Coke by Philip Dacey (Fun bio pic!{ture}!)

I was proud of the Coca-Cola stitched in red / on the pocket of my dad's shirt, / just above his heart. / Coca-Cola was America / and my dad drove its truck.

I loved the way the letters curved, / like handwriting, something personal, / a friendly offer of a drink / to a man in need. Bring me your poor, / your thirsty.

And on every road I went, faces / under the sign of Coke smiled down / out of billboards at me. We were all / brothers and sisters in the family / of man, our bottles to our lips, / tipping our heads back to the sun.

My dad lifted me up when he came home, / his arms strong from stacking / case after case of Coke all day. A couple of / cold ones always waited for us in the kitchen.

I believed our President and my dad / were partners. My dad said someday Coke / would be sold in every country of the world, / and when that happened there would be / no more wars. "Who can imagine," he asked, / "two people fighting while they swig their Cokes?" / I couldn't. And each night before sleep, / I thanked God for my favorite drink.

When I did, I imagined him tilting the bottle / up to his heavenly lips, a little Coke / dribbling down his great white beard.

And sometimes I even thought of his / son on the cross, getting vinegar / but wanting Coke. I knew that if I / had been there, I would have handed a Coke / up to him, who would have figured out / how to take it, even though his hands / were nailed down good, because he was God. / And I would have said when he took it, / "That's from America, Jesus. I hope you / like it." And then I'd have watched, / amidst the thunder and lightening / on that terrible hill, Jesus' Adam's apple / bob up and down as he drained the bottle / in one long divine swallow / like a sweaty player at a sandlot game / between innings, the crucial ninth / coming up next.

And then the dark, sweet flood / of American sleep / sticky and full of tiny bubbles, / would pour over me.

In tune with spirit

intunewithspirit.com
Xavier Quijas Yxayotl "Xipe Totec" (To Spring and New Life)
4 Medicines "Sage"
Lorain Fox "Kaio Kaio"
Robert Mirabel "Grandpa"
Estun Bah "Violet"

Beatles therapy

Hey Jude